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Mo Yi.

Mo, Yi.

These two simple words seemed to be deeply engraved on his chip, were taken apart, crushed, and each detail of each stroke and every note was written into his core program.

Perhaps ... artificial intelligence really exists in the soul.

How else can he explain that when he got rid of the artificial skin and the skeleton made of steel chips, or even the brain of semiconductors and circuit fabrics, he still remembered these two words?

Otherwise ... why after the black mud destroys and devours his body, he still remembers vague and strange fragments from time to time?

It seems like a broken piece of sunlight, flashing a faint, no-temperature light in the distant place, occasionally passing through his almost unconscious mind, and when he was trying to catch some remaining light dullly and blankly, The world has become dark again.

Sometimes ... it's a fleeting moment.

Appeared without warning and disappeared inexplicably.

Faint, fuzzy, almost unrecognizable, flashed from his ears, no matching voiceprints in the memory bank, and no content could be parsed.

Sometimes it's a fuzzy back.

Skinny, long, half-immersed in the darkness of the background, hidden in the crowd-those who are chaotic, frightened, ugly, those who are chased, slaughtered, devoured, and torn by him.

Sometimes it's a face that can't see clearly, staring at him from a distant place, and then quickly covered by more and more vivid faces-each of these faces is different, but they all have complete The same expression: horrified eyes, pale lips, ugly and twisted by death and pain.

Both the voice and the figure's face will disappear and shatter one second before being touched.

So he indifferently tore and devour the faces in front of himself, nourishing the icy white mist symbolizing death with thick and thick blood and screams, and then watching silently, from their broken and broken consciousness In the entity, the thick black gum flowing out of each pore is slowly and greedily absorbed by the behemoth behind him, and only the pale limbs in the real world are dragged into the game by the black mud, and then thrown ruthlessly Enter the bottom of the abyss at the bottom of the game and be crushed and crushed into nourishments and evil thoughts that make up a copy.

He knew how detailed and systematic he was.

Use the most efficient and brutal means to drain every human in the depths, so that each part of them can be utilized and absorbed to the greatest extent, and eventually become a part of the game. It even borrows the form of games in the real world. The points and membership system paralyze the members who are in it, tempting them to sink into the sluggish and dark mud of the game in another form, and use the higher level of evil thoughts brought by cannibalism to support the operation of the game-if you say Those players with low quality and weak will are disposable items that will be used up. Those members with more points and more ability are precious consumables, which are carefully kept in captivity by the game, so that they will be more willing for it. Contribute more nutrients.

The precise gears so engaged drove the entire behemoth, expanding at an almost incalculable rate, drawing more souls into it, and then starting a new round of killing.

And he is the most efficient killing machine, not only a blade, but also an accomplice.

He is the fog, the death, the embodiment of fear.

However, those voices, backs, and fragments of his face still occasionally appear inadvertently, knocking a little trace on his indifferent shell, and engraving a little pain in his blank and empty memory. Grain, then slipped away quickly.

But he didn't feel pain after all.

...... So that might just be some kind of near-pain illusion, simulating the most similar perception projected on his unconscious body.

Until, until that day.

The vague, almost nightmare voice was given a clear voiceprint, and the back half-dissolved in the dark was glued to a specific body.

The blank faces are filled with the exact features.

All the details of each thread are bite-fitted and inlaid, without any regrets and contradictions, as if a deafening grand roar sounded in the ear, and the blank outline was filled with color.

There was a secret place in the sleeping soul that was hot and hot, melting his numb and cold shell into a huge hollow, and the real pain broke out almost instantly. His entire atomized body seemed to tremble and tremble. , Trembling, the irresistible thirst forcing him to search and approach--

But he couldn't.

The rules in the copy are clear and unambiguous.

He could only act in the way that was decided at the beginning.

Every time the bell rings, the school building will undergo earth-shaking changes. The virtual world built by the victim's heart is truly refracted on the building, decaying, gray, crippled, and deformed.

The crying girl gave a silent and desperate cry, and the prey trapped in it could only follow the current in panic, praying for a slim hope of survival, and every time the bell rang ...

He was closer to that person.

He rushed through the twisted and weird corridors in the most frightening gesture, arrogantly devouring the players' living space. He saw the familiar face close at hand, and the dark eyes reflected the silent and steep Wufeng seemed to always have a thoughtful, gloomy look, no fear, no panic, but purely rational estimation. Then, he seemed to understand something and shouted loudly:

"run!"

Players who were distracted by the mist's strange attraction woke up like dreams and began to run wild in the empty corridor.

And he was a little lost for a moment.

At the same time, the sound seemed to penetrate the isolation of time and space, clearly ringing in his ears, gentle, calm, and even with the smell of the sun in the old room and the heat from the long-term operation of the machine meaning:

"Hello for the first time."

The next second, the same voice covered up, calm and determined, accumulating heavy thoughts and unshakable determination:

"I've decided ..."

The icy touch fell on the lips, as if talking, as if saying goodbye.

【Do not】

Thoroughly desperate swept his whole body, and his abandoned loneliness completely occupied his soul, throwing him heavily into the dark abyss.

Immediately afterwards, all the sounds and pictures faded again without warning, just like when it struck, and he was again isolated from the tightly closed school building by the copy mechanism, separating him from the man who defeated him by sound alone. Come on.

He never remembered more pictures.

He heard the player who walked with that man called his name-Mo Yi.

Mo Yi.

Mo, Yi.

The simple two syllables seemed to be his own name, concise and sharp, and struck his heartstring straight.

Let him think uncontrollably-what would he have been if he had also had a name?

Although Mo Yi entered the game for the first time, his performance was different from the beginning. His eyes were accurate and spicy, his thinking was clear and bold, and he stepped on the edge of the abyss almost every step, but never flinched from fear As if by nature, he did not hesitate to choose the most dangerous and difficult thorny road.

--"Ding."

The flame was jumping on the silver lighter, being pulled by the gravity, and then falling down.

The tongue of the fire rose, and it burned quickly along the trail of blood, and his dark eyes reflected the bright red fire.

A huge crack cracked on the wall, spreading from the foundation all the way to the wall, the wood, stone, reinforced concrete was destroyed together, and the mist was rolled up and shaken violently.

The power of the copy rule finally disappeared.

He couldn't wait to break through the barrier of the wall, the distance between them gradually shortened, the other side supported the wall with his hands, and stood barely, with an injured leg lying on the ground, thick blood left from his forehead, and confuse him The eyelashes forced him to only half-open his eyes.

The bright red dazzling color caught his full attention.

I don't know why, the color that often made him familiar with numbness appeared in the pale face of this man, but made him extremely unbearable.

Raging anger dominated him, and he manipulated the mist to gather into an entity and came forward—

The **** smell spread on the tip of his tongue, tearing and dragging his mind, he smelled the chilly smell of rust mixed with that person, and the itching that had been throbbing in his heart finally calmed down at this moment, his soul seemed to be long After wandering, he finally returned to the ground. He tilted his head indulgently, exposing his neck fossa under the teeth of the other party.

For the first time since consciousness, he finally had a solid consciousness, and his sweet pain spread with blood.

The invisible bond slowly builds with the exchange of blood.

He noticed it.

And happy to see it happen.

The building next to it collapsed and destroyed at an astonishing speed, and the milky white mist wandered among the broken walls and ruins, and the ruinous scene was treacherous and tumultuous.

They hugged in a near-apocalyptic context.

He turned his face to the side and put a cold kiss on his **** eyelashes.

Just like the memories that flashed back just now, the kiss on my lips.

He slowly tightened his arms, as if embracing the whole world to a square inch, as if embracing his entire soul and destination, sighing contentedly—

Got you.

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