Chapter 139:

Chapter 139
Overhead is the sun.
The bright sunlight came in from outside the window next to it, and the whole room was full of clear and clear halo. The fine dust slowly floated in the light like a quiet sea of ​​light.
Mo Yi blinked slowly.
The sunlight outside the window shone a rosy red halo on his eyelids, and the dark light spots on the retina were dark dark spots, which moved as his eyeballs turned.
This is his room.
Mo Yi frowned in confusion, blinked a little sour eyes, a trace of physiological tears appeared in the corner of the eye, and tingled the sensitive lower eyelid.
No, he just made it clear ...
What are you doing?
He slowly got up straight and stood up from the chaise lounge by the window, looking around the room with a half blank and a doubt.
This familiar and unfamiliar room.
It seems to be his own apartment in terms of layout and style, but there are always some small changes that make him very strange and confused, such as two pillows on the bed or two on the table side by side. Coffee cup.
One black and one white, placed squarely at the corner of the table, looks extraordinarily harmonious.
Mo Yi went to the table and reached out his hand subconsciously and touched the handle of the cup.
The bottom of the cup made a hoarse rubbing sound on the table, and the side with the fish painted on it was illuminated by light.
He frowned slowly, could not help but feel a little familiar to the scene before him--
At this moment, the sound of friction from the door shaft sounded behind him, Mo Yiwen turned his head and saw a tall man coming in from the outside.
He looked at Mo Yi with a smile: "Wake up?"
Mo Yi stared at him with a dull look, and a strange sense of disorder struck him, making his temples beating abruptly, and the feeling of hotness and sourness spreading from the depth of his brain, making him unable to concentrate.
The other party seemed to notice that he was wrong, Mei Yu stepped forward slightly, his warm fingers pressed against his temples and pressed gently, a pair of light-colored eyes glowed with honey-like amber in the sun :
"What? Is it a headache again?"
Mo Yi stared at him blankly, reached out and held the finger on the side of his face, and said:
"smell……"
... what do you smell?
He couldn't remember.
The other party looked back at him, and suddenly smiled. He put a stick of dragonfly on Mo Yi's lips, and then stuffed a sugar into his mouth as if he was magic.
The warm fingertips rubbed his lips, and the hard candy cracked open his dentition, pressing his tongue against the gentle force.
The fresh fruit aroma spread instantly.
A strange panic suddenly formed in Mo Yi's heart, and he opened his mouth to stop the other person:
"Wait--"
A severe headache recurs like a mountain tsunami. Only sharp metal hissing can be heard in the ears. It seems that a stick is stirring in the brain. It can't think, can't make a sound, but it is almost pain. Torturing every nerve in his body like a blade--
Mo Yi's pupils tightened, as if he was taken out of ice water.
The darkness that was spreading before him was imprinted in his eyes.
The thick black matter spread quickly, encroaching on every light and entity, and the sticky gelatinous substance devoured every inch of reality distorted. He heard distant shouts.
Heartbreaking.
However, the sharp wind sound of howling in his ear made him unable to concentrate, as if he was not really heard by being covered with a thick layer of cloth.
Mo Yi wanted to turn his head in the direction of the sound, but found that he could not move any of his limbs, and could only open his mouth in vain, as if he was crying silently, or just breathing heavily.
He is falling.
The heavy silence slowly spread over his chest like a black lake, taking away his body temperature and consciousness little by little. The deadly silence engulfed the screams in the distance, as if all the light and shadow had been wiped out. general.
Nowhere to run.
The limbs couldn't move like they were trapped in a quagmire. He heard the tender temptation of death and invited him to enter the eternal dark sweet sleep.
Mo Yi's consciousness gradually blurred and drifted away.
He seemed to float in the river where the darkness converged.
A strange sound seemed to be transmitted to the ear through this thick darkness. Mo Yi moved his eyelids hardly, and his consciousness seemed to be a little bit condensed.
That voice seemed clearer.
Broken and scattered, intermittently into his ears: "Wake up ..."
Mo Yi moved his finger.
"..."
The sound suddenly amplified, and the arrows generally penetrated all the fog and darkness, piercing the eardrum straight.
Mo Yi opened his eyes with all his strength, and his eyelids slowly opened a thin gap with his movements.
He seemed to see a little light.
Just then, a huge force struck, holding his arm fiercely, pulling him out of the darkness fiercely!
Mo Yi opened his eyes violently, and his out-of-focus pupil stared at a certain point in the distance, panting violently.
A whirlwind of sensations struck, and the reappearance of gravity pulled his body down.
In my ears is the sound of howling wind.
Mo Yi plunged into a cold chest.
He was dizzy and turned his stomach over the stomach. It took him a long time to calm down.
The long-lost memory seemed to finally return to the cage, and his senses seemed to be finally awake. He felt the coldness and pain, and the trembling dullly.
After a while, Mo Yi reacted ...
It's not that he's shaking.
It was the chest and arms hugging him that were shaking.
Mo Yi slowly moved his arm, raised his hand and patted Wen Wen's back, the other side seemed to be stiff, and then slowly relaxed this tight, almost choking hug.
He supported Wen Yan's shoulders with the palm of his hand, then straightened hard and turned his head to look behind his back.
I saw that wall was covered with a thick layer of gelatinous material. It was undulating slowly like life, and a huge hollow opened in the flowing black viscous material, and then slowly recovered and condensed in The tentacles in the air fill the void.
It quickly became a complete and smooth wall again, completely obscured by the previous appearance.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, feeling that his vitality slowly re-flowed into the cold and stiff limbs over time.
He remembered what happened before.
The sound of footsteps in the room, the black viscous gum like a mountain tsunami, and ...
That weird, strange dream.
Mo Yi blinked slowly, and gently moved his fingers. A hot pain came from his wrist. He looked down at his wrist—
I saw a few scarlet fingers and a deep scratch on his wrist, as if embossed on the pale skin of his wrist.
The off-white bracelet dropped loosely, and the rolled up sleeves blocked the trend of falling.
The hot tingling sensation has a slight tingling like a needle stick.
Wen Yan just pulled him out by holding his wrist.
A hand stretched out from his side, and his pale, slender fingers carefully touched the red and swollen part of his wrist, and the cold fingertips touched off on the slightly broken skin.
Wen Yan's deep voice came from his ear: "... Does it hurt?"
Mo Yi lowered her wrist, shook her head gently, and said with a husky voice, "It's okay."
He supported the floor with his hands, slowly straightened up, then stood up a little stupidly, and turned to look at Wen Yan:
"Thank you very much just now. I was too careless."
Wen Yan followed him, and slowly shook his head:
"It's not your fault. These things can control one's mind."
"These things?" Mo Yi turned his head and looked around at the thick black matter in the room, and raised his eyebrows slightly:
"So, do you know them ...?"
Wen Yan did not answer.
He looked up at the sticky black glue that slowly spread and creeped on the ceiling.
"……I do not remember."
Mo Yi froze, looking at him thoughtfully, a little light flashed in his dark eyes: "What do you mean?"
Wen Yan looked back at the ceiling and said:
"I think I should know what it is, but I forgot, the only thing I can confirm is that these things ... was coming out of the game."
Mo Yi frowned slowly, he took a deep glance and then looked back before he turned his head.
Wen Ye ’s memory is also incomplete. After all, he did n’t even remember his name before, but according to the situation he showed before, Wen Ye ’s memory is definitely not completely lost, but the game ’s security mechanism does not allow him to say .
In other words, the part he remembered was too sensitive, so even Wen Wen could not fight.
So when Mo Yi asked about this, Wen Yan always responded with silence.
Although there is no tangible evidence to prove it, Mo Yi thinks ... these memories may be related to himself.
But he didn't know how to prove his inference.
Mo Yi exhaled slowly, turned to look at Wen Yan, and whispered:
"What shall we do now?"
Wen Yan looked at this unrecognizable room that had been contaminated, then narrowed his eyes and pondered for a while, seemingly measuring something.
After a few seconds, he seemed to be aware of something, looked upstairs, and Shen Sheng said:
"They are on it."
After speaking, Wen Yan looked at Mo Yi with some dignity, and then gently cushioned him and stretched out his palm, his voice softened:
"Can you hold my hand?"
Mo Yi raised an eyebrow, staring at Wen Wan's pale palm and jokingly said, "Why don't you worry me?"
Wen Yan answered honestly, "No, I'm actually a bit scared."
Mo Yi laughed.
He knew that from the perspective of Wen Yan, these black sticky gelatinous substances should not be underestimated. He was just able to pull himself out of the black matter, probably due to the solid mist left on his wrist. Mo Yi was just joking, but he didn't expect Wen Yi to climb in such a smooth way.
Mo Yi shrugged a little helplessly and laughed: "... you won."
After speaking, he reached out and held Wen Yan's palm.
Mo Yi's body temperature was already low, but Wen Yi's palm felt colder than hiss, and his slender fingers surrounded him loosely, like warm jade.
The two walked upstairs side by side.
The original beautiful circular staircase was also covered by a thick black substance. The original color was no longer visible on the handle of the white marble. Only a thick layer of black glue was stuck between the railing and the railing. It was glowing in the dim light. The greasy luster dripped slowly down and fell onto the soiled carpet.
The wall next to the stairs is also covered with thick mucus, but unlike the downstairs, the black material on the walls here slowly rises and falls as if breathing, the higher it moves, the greater its movement.
It can't help but have a strange illusion, as if they were walking in the body of a certain creature, and the walls around it were squirming stomach pockets, which were constantly secreting thick stomach fluid.
Mo Yi and Wen Yan quickly reached the second floor.
The situation on the second floor was worse than they had imagined. The thick black mucus filled the walls and floor of the corridor with impervious air, ticking down from the ceiling, every trace of mucus was creeping up and down slowly, as if The entire corridor is alive.
Wen Yan stood at the entrance of the stairs for a moment, then whispered to Mo Yi, "This way."
After that, he pulled Mo Yi and walked in a certain direction.
Mo Yi walked forward while observing the entire unrecognizable second floor without any traces. The walls beside him breathed together, and then agitated outward as if there was life.
A pale face appeared on the sticky black wall without warning.
Mo Yi was startled secretly in his heart, his pace could not help but pause, he stared at the bulging face.
The face protruding from the wall was closed with eyes closed, and the unremarkable facial features were wrinkled in pain, and his mouth was wide open, as if screaming silently.
Mo Yi frowned slowly—he remembered this face, the guard who stood at the door the last time he came.
This explains why there is no one at the door of the villa.
He turned his eyes and walked forward with Wen Yan.
The mucus covering the entire corridor made a sticky and disgusting wriggling sound, which spread to the ears wetly, making people goosebumps.
Mo Yi's eyes fell on the corner exposed from the mucus in the corridor, and he vaguely recognized that this was the room where Jiang Yuanbai had been staying. He groped on the wall with his memory and turned on the wall lamp, but through Thick slime, it can only emit a little shimmer better than nothing.
Wen Yan whispered, "We are here."
Mo Yi nodded slowly, only to see Wen Yan reached out his hand and slowly opened the door that could not see the shape and color at all.
A strange smell that was a hundred times thicker than before hit Mo Yi, holding his breath involuntarily.
The door slid slowly inward, making a faint sound of water in the darkness.
The appearance of the entire room is exposed in front of the eyes. The floor of the room is covered with a thick layer of black material, which is different from the slime outside the house. It looks like a hard shell, as if it is undulating on the ground. Then they converge into the high hills towards the center of the room.
Mo Yi reached out to cover his mouth and nose, his eyes lingered cautiously in the room, and then landed in one corner of the room.
His gaze flickered a little, and his fingers shaking with Wen Yan couldn't help but tighten.
I saw a cell phone lying quietly in the corner of the room near the door, the screen was black.
That's exactly Jiang Yuanrou's phone.
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