Chapter 219

The extremely thick darkness is dotted with broken light, and huge fragments on the edges are spinning and shining.

As time went by, Mo Yi gradually discovered some strange holes in his memory, like ragged holes in a huge cloth, barely connecting the entire piece of cloth with only the main fibers.

He had carefully recalled his experiences and past before - especially when he was looking for Wen Chen's existence in his memory, but for some reason, he never realized that something was wrong with his memory.

It was like some hint that made him ignore the sense of incongruity in his memory.

Mo Yi is very familiar with this method. This is how the game makes the dead players disappear in the memory. It is obvious that this method has also been used by himself, but the game does not erase the relevant information of someone in his memory - now it seems that it is all the impressions related to that project.

The pictures in these fragments are like key fibers, filled into the incomplete fabric in Mo Yi's mind. They are tight and lengthened, awakening the vague memories hidden in his mind, pulling up the broken fragments, and completing his memory bit by bit. Mo Yi didn't feel much when he touched the first fragment, and when he came back from the second fragment, he felt the change very clearly.

It was a severe pain.

It was like the sharp knife tip stirring wildly in the brain, as if some barrier deep in the mind was torn apart, countless broken images rushed into his mind like a flood, horrifying and violent pain ruthlessly cutting the nerves and spreading along his limbs and bones. He shivered uncontrollably, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

The consciousness seemed to become blurred in pain.

In a trance, he seemed to realize that he was standing in a small and dark space.

The moldy walls soaked in the humid climate are mottled and peeling off, emitting an unpleasant smell of decay. The closed air is turbid and foul-stealed. The dim and broken light shines from the top of the head. Countless tiny dust is flying wildly, like trapped flies and insects are eagerly rushing to the invisible cage in front of you.

The rusty iron door that was tightly closed in front of him looked like some kind of black and tall monster in his eyes. The invisible pressure was shrouded in darkness, almost inhaling. All the scenery around him seemed to have been magnified several times, and everything looked so weird and bizarre in his eyes.

The cold and wet feeling grabbed him in an instant, and he lowered his head a little slow-

A pair of malnourished, thin, yellow and weak feet stood naked on the dirty and hard ground, and their small toes curled up helplessly and shivered.

Mo Yi's mind was in chaos, and his hot temples were beating violently. He subconsciously stretched out his hand.

A pair of thin palms that were also thin enough to be disfigured appeared in sight. The thin wrists seemed to be able to break with a little force. The little fingers as thin as chicken feet were covered with mud. The malnourished dark yellow skin on the arms was wrinkled, and the new and old scars were stacked layer by layer. Before the ugly scars disappeared, new traces of tearing the flesh were covered, and the accumulation was shocking.

But in addition to this, it is still recognized that this is a pair of hands that belong to children.

His consciousness was clear, but his whole body was trembling violently and uncontrollably. The numbness of body temperature loss almost made him unable to feel the pain. The terrifying memories that had been deliberately forgotten finally broke through the closed door and rushed back into his mind. Mo Yi could not realize more clearly where he was-

This is the confinement room of Ryder Orphanage.

The dark iron door that was so huge that it was almost monster in front of me made a harsh moan. A trace of pale light flowed in the slowly expanding gap, illuminating the dark and turbid confinement room a little. A dark shadow was scattered to block the projected sunlight. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes stinged by the light and looked at the door, and saw a tall and bloated figure standing at the open door.

It seems to be a vague image gathered by the shadows of the past, mottled to the end, only a hazy phantom is left, and the faces in the distance seem to be covered by thick gray fog.

Mo Yi heard a small sound as small as a mosquito and gnaws from his mouth:

"Miss……"

The shadow stretched out his twisted arms and pushed him forward. Mo Yi staggered on the wet and cold ground, and then got up with his hands and feet. His thin body shook with cold and hunger. The oily apron shrouded in thick fog appeared in his sight. The huge force stuck on his shoulders and lifted him up, almost breaking his bones. Countless turbid fog surged into countless tall or short crowds, and the rude and malicious small voice turned into sharp blades and stabbed from all directions:

——"thief", "freak" and "thief"

Mo Yi seemed to have been split into two extremes. The mature self was pulled away from his thin body, standing next to him with expressionless face, looking down at everything in front of him coldly like a bystander, while the other he curled up his scarred body in pain, and the bright blood flowing out took away the temperature in his body, trembling and stubbornly defending:

“…imadeit…”

Behind the tall and twisted shadow was a child, peeping silently from behind her.

Mo Yi saw the young himself walking around the mottled and dirty corners and walking towards the deep darkness covered by thick fog. He saw himself lifting up a thin quilt that was almost greasy to a hard shell. On the sheets was a ugly, swelling, and broken doll, a robot style that was popular decades ago. The fabric on his belly was cruelly cut, and gray cotton was scattered on the gray bed. It seemed that someone took out something mercilessly from it, and then threw the shell aside without caring.

He saw himself reaching out to pick up the cotton carefully and stuffing it back into the doll's belly, then wrapping the remaining fabric inward. Even so, a large piece of its belly was still sunken, and the floral characters printed on it looked a bit ridiculous due to deformation, but even so, the content on it was still visible:

foreverfriends

Not far behind, the child made of shadows peeked at him quietly behind the thin wall.

Mo Yi saw himself staring at the doll in a daze, his dark eyes looked amazingly big on his disfigured face, and his black holes were almost scary.

——He remembered how he did it.

The mist shrouded in memory seemed to dissipate in an instant, and Mo Yi clearly recalled every picture of the past.

He looked at the young himself holding the broken doll with cherished care in his hand, slowly turned around, walked step by step towards the figure peeking at not far away, then reached out, threw the doll in his hand into the trash can placed at the door without any attention, and then turned around and left coldly.

Nothing in this world is important to him, and he is the same to anyone. He will never get it and will not be lost.
Chapter completed!