Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 135

Mo Yi opened his eyes.

The light golden light outside the window shined in through the translucent curtains, and a print-like pattern was sprinkled on the ceiling above the head, gently changing shape as the curtains moved slightly.

The warm atmosphere of the soapy corner permeated the room.

Mo Yi blinked slowly, gazing at the dust floating in the sun in the air, his mind slowly returned to his cage, he remembered ...

Last night, he didn't have the nightmare that had haunted him for years.

There was no darkness, no coldness, no endless fall, and no voice whispering in his ear.

Mo Yi has not been soberly awake like this for a long time-no cold sweat soaking his body, no suffocating breathing.

But he remembered ... he wasn't dreamless overnight.

But after being awake, Mo Yi couldn't remember the details of the dream, only remembering that the dream left some broken fragments in his mind.

Strawberry-flavored candy, afternoon sun, and a soft kiss.

Mo Yi blinked, and those feelings left in his mind and the tip of his tongue disappeared instantly, as if the thin snow in the midday sun melted away and disappeared.

He moved his body a bit, and the rustling clucks of his extremities remained for a long time.

Only then did Mo Yi realize that he had a slender arm loosely tied around his waist, and hugged him possessively, and a little coolness came from the place where he met.

Then he remembered where the breath of pine forest had been faintly smelled before.

Mo Yi reached out and held the hand resting on his waist, then moved to the side, freeing himself from the cricket.

He turned his head to look beside him, only to see Wen Yan lying with his eyes closed, his eyes squinted peacefully, the deep shadows on the high eyebrow bones, which became sharper and deeper under the sunlight outside the window. .

He seemed to be aware of Mo Yi's movement, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, then opened his eyes.

The light gray eyes looked at Mo Yi with a stunned look, it seemed incredible--

Mo Yi saw that he was awake, and he no longer deliberately let go of his movements, supported his upper body with his arms and sat up.

He yawned, a little bit of physiological tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes, his eyes were black and bright, and his voice was hoarse in the morning:

"……early."

Wen Yan was still lying on the bed, staring a little at the wrinkles floating on the sheet that Mo Yi was lying on.

He murmured: "... impossible."

Mo Yi didn't hear what he was talking about, turned to look at him in doubt, and asked, "What?"

Wen Yan looked up at him, and his light eyes seemed to be surprised with what remained just now: "This is impossible ..."

Mo Yi frowned: "What is impossible?"

Wen Yan slowly got up from the bed, and the thin blanket slipped from his body. He glanced at the pillow he had lay on before, then turned his head and looked back at Mo Yi:

"Last night ... I fell asleep ..."

Mo Yi also stunned: "According to what I just looked like ... it seems."

Wen Yan still didn't seem to fully accept the fact, he frowned slowly: "But this is impossible."

He paused and continued: "I'm not human and can't sleep."

Mo Yi stared at him thoughtfully: "So ... was last night your first sleep since you have memories?"

This is a coincidence.

Wen Yan nodded gently.

At this moment, Mo Yi's mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated twice, the screen turned on, interrupting Mo Yi's thoughts.

He stepped over to the bed, bent over and picked up the phone, swiped his finger lightly on the screen, and an unread message jumped out.

It's from Jiang Yuanrou.

[You haven't shown up for three days, we are all worried about you, call back. 】

Mo Yi turned off the text message, and flipped through the call history and missed calls at random, and found that there were many missed calls a few days ago, from Shen Lei and Wang Zezhi, and from Jiang Yuanrou.

He stared at the screen for a few seconds, then seemed to think of something, looked up to Wen Yan, and asked:

"By the way, when you were in the copy before, you told me that Jiang Yuanbai would have psychological problems?"

Wen Yan seemed to be immersed in the shock just now, and nodded absently.

Mo Yi glanced down at the phone's illuminated screen, then continued:

"Jiang Yuanbai has been lethargic after returning to the real world. Is that why?"

Only now Wen Wen turned to look at Mo Yi, narrowed her eyes, and replied, "... maybe."

He got up from the bed, walked beside Mo Yi, and then continued: "The longer you stay in the game, the deeper it will be polluted by the game, which is unbearable for the mind of an ordinary person. "

Mo Yimo held the side of the phone in her hand, and slightly raised her lips.

... is it polluted?

He turned to look at Wen Yan's face, and asked, "Do you have a way to wake him up?"

Wen Yan thought for a while and replied, "Yes."

He lowered his eyes and said again: "The impact of games on everyone is different, so I'm not sure."

Mo Yi nodded, then lowered his head and typed a few words on his mobile phone to send it out.

He looked up at Wen Yan and said, "I'll go wash and let's go and see Jiang Yuanrou together."

After speaking, Mo Yi turned and walked towards the bathroom. When he reached halfway, he turned to look at Wen Yan, and frowned:

"Yes, about your sleep ... do you have a clue?"

Wen Yan slowly frowned, and shook his head.

Mo Yi was also puzzled by the monk Zhang Er-he could only guess that it was related to the blood he drank Wen Yan ... It seems that as the relationship deepens, the sense of existence in the real world is getting more and more Being strong also makes him more and more connected with reality ... Maybe this is why he can sleep in reality?

But now there is too little evidence or clue ... the only thing he can do is guess.

When Mo Yi was lost in thought, he only heard the sound of Wen Yan in his ear:

"There are too few samples to determine now."

Mo Yi nodded subconsciously, but it seemed that he finally realized something was wrong at halfway, and looked up to Wen Yan.

I saw him turning his gaze and the spot of sunlight on the wall outside the window, seemingly inadvertently said:

"So ... how many more experiments do we have?"

Mo Yi: "..." Why wasn't he surprised?

Maybe I noticed that Mo Yi didn't answer for a long time, Wen Yan turned to look at him, and saw that he stood at the door of the room, his dark eyes gazed at him, the bottomless eyes could not see the fluctuation of emotions, which could not help Guilty--

Wen Yan gave a low-headed cough, and seemed to want to speak to ease the current atmosphere. At this moment, only listening to Mo Yi said:

"perhaps."

Paradoxically, there is still a turn of words that sounds like an amnesty in Wen Yan's ears, which makes Wen Yan's eyes light up. He pretends to hold down the corner of his lips:

"In this case, it is not too late, we might as well start tonight."

Mo Yi narrowed her eyes slightly and said slowly: "... you don't have to go in."

Wen Yan finally couldn't restrain the smile on his lips, the corners of his mouth were raised high, the whole face was lighted up, and the eyes were generally glowing with joy.

Mo Yi glanced at Wu Yan a little, then turned his head into the bathroom, and closed the door behind him with a bang.

Two hours later, the two came to Jiang Yuanrou's villa.

Jiang Yuanrou was waiting for them at the door.

Seeing the figure of the two appeared in the sight, her eyes suddenly lighted up and quickly greeted.

After a courtesy greeting, Jiang Yuanrou looked at Mo Yi slightly, and said, "It's been a long time since you saw him, have you never seen a dragon? We have been worried about you."

Mo Yi shrugged helplessly: "I'm really sorry, every time I work like this ... I'll say hi to you in advance next time."

He seemed to suddenly think of something, and said to Jiang Yuanrou: "Yes, those devices are really a big help, thank you."

Jiang Yuanrou smiled: "It's just a matter of hand. I can't thank you for what you did for Yuanbai."

The two talked as they walked, Wen Yan was a little behind to follow Mo Yi, and his eyes stared deeply at Mo Yi who was walking a few steps away.

Jiang Yuanrou turned around the two without any trace, then stared at Wen Yan, smiling and said:

"Mr. Wen, right? This is our second meeting."

Wen Yan's eyes moved, and he gently glanced at Jiang Yuanrou, briefly "um", and then looked back at Mo Yi. The cold eyes just softened subconsciously.

At this point, Jiang Yuanrou still didn't understand anything. She squeezed her eyes at Mo Yi, then revealed a secret smile, and stepped forward to the two in a few steps.

Mo Yi: "..."

A hundred mouths cannot be argued.

They quickly walked to Jiang Yuanbai's room, and the relaxed atmosphere between the three of them was suddenly heavy.

Jiang Yuanrou stood at the door, took a deep breath, and her beautiful eyebrows were stained with a deep melancholy. She pulled the corners of her lips reluctantly and said to Mo Yi:

"I'm waiting for you here."

She is a smart person who knows what to see and what not to see.

Mo Yi rushed to Jiang Yuanrou and nodded, then entered the room with Wen Yan, and the door panel quietly closed behind the two of them.

I saw Jiang Yuanbai lying quietly on the bed in the center of the house. His lifeless face was as pale as the sheets. He was lying quietly under the thin quilt.

Jiang Yuanbai looks weaker than when Mo Yi saw him last time.

There was silence in the room, only regular, soft drips of unknown instruments near the bed could be heard.

Wen Yan stepped forward, stared down at Jiang Yuanbai's face, and then put his hand on his forehead—

The line above the instrument suddenly changed dramatically, the sound of dripping intensified, and then it quieted extremely quickly again.

Wen Yi trembled and stepped back two steps. Mo Yi stepped forward to support his figure, and only heard his voice sound in his ear:

"All right."

The air of his speech fluttered over Mo Yi's ears, causing him to shrink his shoulders subconsciously, only to react after a second to hear the consciousness in his words--

Mo Yi froze slightly, and turned subconsciously to look at the bed aside.

I saw Jiang Yuan's pale face, the pair of dark black eyelashes hanging down quietly, trembling gently.

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Thanks cherryontop for the shallow water bomb

Thanks to AnnaDoylex2, the long-awaited rocket launcher

Thanks for the free time chess pieces, cherryontop grenades

Thanks to Lu Junshili, Tiankui, and the landmines who indulged in He Fang's group, elegant style, brioches

Thank you little babies!

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