Chapter 139

Overhead is the sun.

Bright sunlight from the side of the window, the whole room is full of clear and clear halo, fine dust floating slowly in the light, like a quiet sea of light.

Mo Yi blinked slowly.

The sunlight outside the window gave his eyelids a rosy glow. Dark black spots were printed on his retina by the dazzling light, moving with the rotation of his eyes.

This is his room.

Mo Yi frowned perplexedly and blinked some sour eyes. A trace of rational tears sprang up from the corners of his eyes, which pricked the sensitive lower eyelids.

No, he just clearly

What are you doing?

He straightened up slowly, got up from the reclining chair by the window, looking around the room half dazed and half puzzled.

This familiar and strange room.

No matter from the pattern or style, it seems that it is his own apartment, but there are always some small changes that make him very strange and confused, such as two pillows on the bed or two coffee cups on the table side by side.

A black and a white, end upright placed in a corner of the table, looks particularly harmonious.

Mo Yi went to the table and unconsciously touched the handle of the cup.

The bottom of the cup makes a hoarse rubbing sound on the table top, and the side of the cup with a picture of small fish is illuminated by light.

He frowned slowly, and he could not help feeling that the scene in front of him was a little familiar -

just at this moment, the sound of friction of the door shaft sounded behind him. Mo Yi turned around and saw a tall man come in from the outside.

He looked at Mo Yi with a smile: "wake up?"

Mo Yi gazed at him in a trance, and a strange sense of confusion hit him, which made his temples jump suddenly. The hot and sour feeling spread from the depths of his brain, making him unable to concentrate.

The other party seems to have noticed something wrong with him, and comes forward with a slight frown. His warm fingers stick to his temple and press them gently. His eyes are light and amber like honey in the sun:

"what? Do you have a headache again? "

Mo Yi looked at him blankly, reached out to hold the finger on the side of his face and said:

"smell..."

…… Smell what?

He can't remember.

The other party looked back at him and suddenly laughed. He pasted the dragonfly on Mo Yi's lips, and then put a sugar into his mouth as if by magic.

Warm fingertips rubbed his lips, hard candy knocked open his teeth, along the gentle force of the tongue.

The fresh fruit aroma spread instantly.

Mo Yi's heart suddenly filled with a strange panic. He opened his mouth to stop the other party:

"wait --"

the severe headache hit again like a mountain roaring tsunami. In his ears, only the sharp metal hissing sound could be heard. It seemed that there was a stick stirring in his brain. He could not think or make a sound, but only the pain which almost turned into substance was like The blade tortured every nerve in his body --

Mo Yi's pupil was constricted, and his body seemed to be fished out of the ice water.

The spreading darkness was in his eyes.

The thick black substance spread rapidly, occupying every ray of light and substance. The sticky gelatinous substance swallowed and twisted every inch of reality he met. He heard the distant cry.

Heart and lung.

But the sharp wind in his ears made him unable to concentrate, as if covered with a thick layer of cloth.

Mo Yi wants to turn back in the direction of the sound, but he finds that he can't move any of his limbs. He can only open his mouth in vain, as if in a silent cry or just a big breath.

He's falling.

The heavy silence spread slowly through his chest like a black lake, taking away his body temperature and consciousness. The endless silence swallowed up the distant cry, as if all the light, shadow, sound and color had been eliminated.

There is no escape.

His limbs are like bogs, unable to move. He hears the tender temptation of death and invites him to sleep in the eternal black sweet.

Mo Yi's consciousness gradually blurred and drifted away.

He seemed to float in a river of darkness.

A strange sound seemed to be transmitted to his ears through the thick darkness. Mo Yi moved his eyelids with difficulty, and his consciousness seemed to have gathered a little.

The voice seemed clearer.

Broken and scattered, it came into his ears intermittently: "wake up..."

Mo Yi moved his finger.

“……”

The sound suddenly amplified, and the arrow pierced through all the fog and darkness, straight into the eardrum.

Mo Yi uses all his strength to open his eyes, and his eyelids are slowly lifted up a thin gap with his movement.He seemed to see a little light.

At this time, a huge force came and grabbed his arm fiercely and pulled him out of the darkness!

Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, out of focus pupil tightly staring at a point in the distance, breathing violently.

There was a whirling sensation, and the reappearance of gravity pulled his body down.

The wind was howling in my ears.

Mo Yi fell into a cold chest.

He was dizzy and his stomach was full of water. It took him a long time to recover.

The long lost memory seemed to come back at last, and his senses seemed to wake up at last. He felt the cold and pain, as well as shivering.

It took a long time for Mo Yi to react

It's not that he's shaking.

It's the chest and arm shaking that hugs him.

Mo Yi moved his arm slowly. He raised his hand and patted Wen Chen's back. The other side seemed to be stiff. Then he slowly relaxed the tight, almost suffocating embrace.

He uses palm to support Wen Chen's shoulder, and then force straight body, turn head to look at own back.

I saw that wall was covered with a thick layer of gelatinous material, slowly undulating as if there was life. A huge hole was opened on the black viscous material flowing above, and then slowly retracted the tentacles condensed in the air, and filled up the void.

It soon became a complete smooth wall, completely unable to see the ferocious appearance before.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, and felt his vitality slowly pouring into his cold and stiff limbs.

He recalled what had happened before.

- the sound of footsteps in the room, the black sticky gum pouring in like a tsunami, and

That weird, bizarre dream.

Mo Yi blinked slowly and moved his finger gently. A burst of hot pain came from his wrist. He looked down at his wrist --

he saw several bright red finger marks and a deep strangulation mark on his wrist, which was like a relief on the pale skin of his wrist.

The gray and White Bracelet fell loose and was blocked by the rolled up sleeves.

The hot distension pain feeling with a needle like slight tingling.

Wen Chen just should be holding his wrist to pull him out.

A hand extended from the side of the body, the pale slender fingers carefully touched the red and swollen parts of his wrist, and the slightly cold fingertips left the skin slightly damaged.

Wen Chen's deep voice came from the ear: -- Does it hurt? "

Mo Yi put down his wrist and gently shook his head. His voice was a little hoarse and said, "it's OK."

He propped up the floor with his hands, straightened up slowly, and then got up a little staggered, turned his head and looked at Wen Chen:

"thank you very much just now. I was too careless."

Wen Chen stood up with him and shook his head slowly:

"it's not your fault. These things can control people's mind."

"These things?" Mo Yi looks around the thick black substance covered in the room and raises his eyebrows slightly:

"so, do you know them..."

Wen Chen did not answer.

He looked up at the sticky black glue creeping slowly on the ceiling. He seemed distracted and confused. He pursed his lips and said:

" I don't remember. "

Mo Yi was stunned and looked at him thoughtfully. Some tiny light flashed in his dark eyes: "what do you mean?"

"I think I should know what it is, but I forget that the only thing I can confirm is that It's coming out of the game. "

Mo Yi frowns slowly. He looks at Wen Chen deeply, and then takes back his eyes before he turns his head.

Wen Chen's memory is not complete, after all, he did not even remember his name before, but according to the situation he showed before, Wen Chen's memory is definitely not completely lost, but the secret mechanism of the game does not allow him to say it.

Or say, the part that he remembers is too sensitive, so even if be Wen Chen also have no ability to resist.

Therefore, when Mo Yi asked about this aspect, Wen Chen has been responding with silence.

Although there is no concrete evidence to prove it, Mo Yi feels that These memories may have something to do with himself.

But he didn't know how to prove his reasoning.

Mo Yi slowly exhaled a breath, turned to look at Wen Chen and asked in a low voice:

"what should we do now?"

Wen Chen looked at this has been polluted beyond recognition of the room, and then collect Mou to ponder for a while, seem to be estimating what.A few seconds later, as if he had noticed something, he looked up and said in a deep voice:

"they're up there."

After saying that, Wen Chen looked at Mo Yi with some solemnity, and then slowly stretched out his palm to him. His voice was light:

"can you hold my hand?"

Mo Yi picks eyebrow, gaze at Wen Chen pale palm, jokingly says: "so don't trust me?"

Wen Chen replies solemnly: "no, actually I am a little afraid."

Mo Yi laughs.

He knew that from Wen Chen's attitude, these black sticky gelatinous substances were not to be underestimated. He had just been able to pull himself out of the black matter, probably thanks to the mist he had left on his wrist. In fact, Mo Yi is just joking at will, but I didn't expect that Wen Chen would climb along the pole.

Mo Yi shrugged helplessly and said with a smile: -- You won. "

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to hold Wen Chen's palm.

Mo Yi's body temperature is on the low side, but Wen Chen's palm feels even colder than his. His slender fingers surround him loosely, just like warm jade.

They went upstairs side by side.

The original beautiful circular ladder is also covered with thick black material. The original color can't be seen on the handle of white marble. There is only a thick layer of black glue sticking between the railing and the railing. Under the dim light, it is suffused with greasy luster, slowly dropping down and splashing on the soiled carpet.

The wall next to the stairs is also covered with thick mucus, but different from downstairs, the black substance on the wall fluctuates slowly as if it can breathe, and the higher it goes up, the greater its movement.

People can not help but have a strange illusion, as if they are walking in the body of some kind of creature, the wall is its peristaltic stomach bag, constantly secreting viscous gastric juice.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen soon went to the second floor.

The situation on the second floor was even worse than they had imagined. The thick black mucus made the walls and floors of the corridor airtight. It was dripping down from the ceiling. Every bit of mucus was slowly creeping and fluctuating, as if the whole corridor were alive.

Wen Chen stood at the stair mouth to ponder for a while, then whispered to Mo Yi: "this way."

After that, he took Mo Yi to a certain direction.

As he walked forward, Mo Yi observed the whole unrecognized second floor without a trace. The walls on his side breathed one after another, and then stirred outward as if he were alive.

A pale face appeared on the thick black wall without warning.

Mo Yi was surprised in his heart. He could not help but slightly pause. He stared at the bulging face.

The face protruding from the wall, eyes closed, plain features shriveled painfully, mouth wide open, as if in a silent scream.

Mo Yi frowned slowly. He remembered this face. This was the guard standing at the door when he came last time.

Why there is no one at the door of the villa.

He turned his sight and went to the front with Wen Chen.

The mucus all over the corridor makes a sticky and disgusting creeping sound, which is wet and spreads to the ears, making people feel goose bumps all over.

Mo Yi's eyes fell on a corner of the corridor that was exposed from the mucus. He vaguely recognized that this was the room Jiang Yuanbai was waiting for. He felt on the wall with his memory and turned on the wall lamp. However, through the thick mucus, it could only give out a little light better than nothing.

Wen Chen whispered: "we arrived."

Mo Yi nods slowly, see Chen stretch out his hand to push open the door that already completely can't see shape and color.

More than before a hundred times the smell of the moment hit, Mo Yi can not help but hold his breath.

The door slid in slowly, making a faint sound of water in the darkness.

The appearance of the whole room is exposed in front of your eyes. The floor of the room is covered with a thick layer of black material, which is different from the mucus outside the room. It looks like a hard shell and undulates on the ground like muscles, and then converges to the center of the room to form a high hill.

Mo Yi put out his hand to cover his mouth and nose, his eyes carefully flowing in the room, and then fell on one of the corners of the room.

His sight slightly a meal, and the finger that Wen Chen hand in hand also can't help but tiny a tight.

I saw a mobile phone quietly lying in the corner of the room near the door, the screen was black.

That's Jiang yuanrou's mobile phone.

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