"Why...why is this happening..."
"I miss my third brother. I miss Mo Yan. Will he never see me again? I am going to die in this world... I can't go home..."
He cried and tears kept falling.
"Mom, mom... I miss home, I want to go home, I want to eat the beef noodles mom made, I want to eat the braised eggplant and steamed sea bass she made, I don't want to drink the nutrient solution, I don't want to eat junk, I am so miserable, so miserable..."
But when he opened his eyes now, he could only see the cold glass wall, the strange iron city, and the heavy iron ring around his neck.
It locked him here, in this world, like a chain, and he could never escape.
“…”
Su Mingan slowly moved his hand away.
Without favorability, he can’t take Mo Wen away.
In the white sand paradise, Mo Yan, like a little sun, accompanied him until the burning moment of the white sand. If he could help Mo Yan's second brother Mo Wen, that would be good too.
As a result, he couldn't save the other person.
"What will happen to you when we players leave?" Su Mingan asked.
"I will probably live here until I die..." Mo Wen whispered.
"Mo Wen, I will let you out and ensure your safety. But other than that..." Su Ming'an said.
"I can't go back, right?" Mo Wen said.
"yes."
Mo Wen was silent.
He curled up with his head buried in his knees. After a while, he started crying.
"I want to go home..."
He just kept repeating this sentence.
Afterwards, Su Mingan asked Xike to move Mo Wen to an empty old house in the core area. Other than that, he had no other choice.
Mo Wen is a criminal with a tainted file, so it is impossible for him to find a job, and it is impossible for Su Mingan to tamper with the Dawn system.
In the old house, the white-haired young man sat on the dusty sofa with dull eyes.
When Su Mingan left, the young man spoke softly.
"Thank you, thank you, Su Ming'an." Mo Wen said, "You can even save someone like me. You are... the best. The best."
His expression was dry and lifeless, as if he had lost the thing he relied on to survive and became just an empty bag of skin.
"Why does this ghost game exist? Why do humans become like this? If this is just a dream, when I wake up tomorrow, will I see my home and my mother..."
"Yes, this is a dream, it must be like this..."
Mo Wen sank into the sofa, muttering to himself.
Perhaps one day, far away from his homeland and his loved ones, he will rot here. He is powerless to escape this vortex of fate.
He and his older and younger brothers are separated by a whole world.
In such a world, people must always be prepared to face certain doom if they make a wrong decision.
Su Mingan left the old house.
Through the layers of green shade of white birch trees, he saw the red brick house, which was extremely quiet, like a motionless red tombstone rooted in the soil.
Inside the tombstone, there is a person buried who can never return home.
“…”
At this moment, he suddenly wanted to see Yueyue.
People with special identities are not players, they will die... Mo Wen’s incident sounded the alarm for him.
He put on the "Wang Han's human skin mask" of Lewis's identity and came to the tavern of the marginal zone war group. He had chatted with the war group leader Che Celstia here. Yueyue's identity was Luo Celstia, Che's sister.
But when he arrived, the place was deserted.
The door of the tavern was locked, there was no black-haired girl playing games at the threshold, the street was quiet, and the mercenaries who used to gamble and fight were gone.
Tomorrow is the selection for Kaiusta, the regiment has dispersed into the city, they are not here.
Su Mingan stood quietly outside the blocked tavern, looking at the empty street.
The dusty wind blew up the withered yellow leaves, sweeping past his eyes.
"——Good evening, An-chan! It's 8:46 in the evening now. I detected that you are in a bad mood, so I brought you a happy song from my hometown, "囍"~"
Ah Du's lively voice came out.
It seemed to wait for a moment intentionally, as it had a premonition that Su Mingan was going to ruthlessly close it with a "click".
But it paused for a long time and did not hear any response from him.
The young man sitting in the wheelchair had his black hair covering the corners of his eyes. He tilted his head, leaning against the wall of the pub, and seemed to have fallen asleep.
He was so exhausted that he could fall asleep with just the slightest relaxation.
“Eh…”
Ah Du's voice was very soft, knowing that sleep was precious to its owner.
It silently shuts down the music module.
"All right."
"…Goodnight, An-chan."
"You are indeed very tired..."
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