MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 130 "Some things always have to be faced."

At first, Yan Wei really thought that Yan Mingguang was fooling himself.

Most of the dungeons in the building are dominated by ghosts, there are NPCs with ghosts and some monsters that don’t know what they are, and ghosts are often mixed into the players. This kind of person who looks suspicious and has a temperament that is out of tune with the players, Yan Wei will always keep it in his heart.

The copy has just started a day, everything is unknown, Yan Wei did not act rashly.

He watched the man turn around and slowly walked away in the deep corridor. The faint light on the side sheds a faint light, pulling out the long shadow of the man walking away.

Indifference is so cold that it is difficult for Yan Wei to not pay attention.

If this is a ghost in disguise in the dungeon, it is too unique.

Yan Wei kept an eye out for this.

After a few days in the dungeon, most of the players became familiar with it. Yan Wei, with the idea that this silver-haired man might be a ghost in disguise, paid special attention to this man, and even always acted together with each other intentionally or unintentionally. for observation.

On the third day of the dungeon, a player in the same room with Yan Wei accidentally triggered the death rule. Yan Wei lost his roommate and moved to the man’s room that night—because this person was alone, But the copy requires that there must be an even number of people in their room.

He can only hold the idea of ​​gamble and observe each other's every move behind his back.

Unexpectedly, this man did not give him any sense of danger, but was more reliable than the other powerful players in the dungeon. Although he is always duplicitous, saying one thing and doing another, but he is also full of goodwill towards Yan Wei.

Even the danger of death in the middle of the night, this man did not hesitate to pull him and run together.

Yan Wei was not immortal that day. He ran with the man all the way, and the ghosts behind him had disappeared. They were hiding in the small storage room of the building, so close that he could hear his breathing clearly.

"You? Are you saving people in this kind of copy?" Yan Wei gasped, feeling amused, "It's not that those people killed casually during the day, stop it? It can be saved. You? It's okay to be busy during the day and always help others, and you still drag me to run together at night, what about leisure?"

The man did not speak.

This man looked at the ground with his eyes closed, and he seemed to have forgotten to let go of Yan Wei's hand. His expression was so pale that he could not see any emotion.

In the daytime, this person just stood aside like this, except for Yan Wei, no one else dared to approach. But now, he was pulling Yan Wei in the small storage room like that, and the temperature on his skin was fresh and hot.

This man obviously cannot be a ghost.

Looking alienated, in fact too kind.

—is someone you can trust and make friends with.

Yan Wei raised his hand and patted the other person's shoulder in the cramped storage room.

He said: "Now can we talk about you? Who are you? If our organization has never had a grudge, we can still help each other in this dungeon."

The man shook his head: "I have no organization."

He said, "What's your name?"

This time, the other party glanced at him.

"Shout out."

"?" Yan Wei felt amused, "You? Don't you care?"

"Hmm."

This person paused for a while, and then said a few more words: "I don't care about the name, and I don't remember the name. You are what you call."

"You? No real? No name?"

"A name is required?"

Yan Wei was at a loss for words. This is not a question that a normal person can ask, but he has no way to deny it. In the world inside the building, life and death are very arbitrary, and the name really doesn't matter.

He joked: "Really? No? If I don't, I'll give you one? Just take one."

"Good."

What a good temper.

Yan Wei thought. Fortunately, this person looked like a living King of Hell, and these players did not dare to approach, which made him pick up a leak.

He seemed to think about it? What is the specific emotion, Yan Wei actually doesn't remember much. Even if he has recovered his memory now, the memory of the thirty or so layers is quite long for him now, and he can only think of some fragments of these pictures. , and cannot remember everything in detail.

In short, he thought about it seriously.

“You? Know you? How do you feel these two days?” he said.

There is no light in the small storage room, only the light from the aisle slightly revealed through the door gap slightly outlines the other party's outline. They were close enough to feel the breath, feel the temperature, feel the approaching body of the other. This situation exceeded the distance that Yan Wei usually kept from others, and had already broken his guard.

"What?" The other party asked him very cooperatively.

"Well...you have to kindly help anyone you know or not? It's like a place where there is light everywhere," he said, "the light is like day."

"How about my surname Yan?"

The black ring shook slightly.

Yan Wei pointed a finger, and the information panel popped up. He stared at the name of the person who sent the message for a full minute, and then sighed leisurely.

It is the news of Lin Zhen who also just released the copy - ask him where he lives now.

He had just sent the location information when there was a knock on the door. Lin Zhen just received the news, Lin Qing should still be in the copy, naturally it can't be Lin Zhen or Lin Qing.

In this central area, which is completely close to the Infinity Monument, each player is assigned an appallingly large apartment, and the surrounding rooms are also empty, and each player lives very far. Even if there is a direct train in the world inside the building, it takes several times to go from the innermost to the outer, which takes a lot of time.

But high-level players generally don't go outside.

When they reach their level, they basically don't pay attention to other things except for hitting the top dungeon. Even the gambling building, unless it is a super high-rise dungeon gambling building, the rest will not attract the interest of super high-rise players at all.

In Yan Wei's memory, in the most central area, usually no one can be seen.

He also knows several players from other super-high-level organizations, and even has friends or enemies who have played dungeons together. There should be a few left who have seen him, but now he will clearly know that he lives here. people…

There should only be two.

Everyone else died in the last dungeon.

Yan Wei sighed silently.

He looked away, turned around, walked through the spacious living room, and came all the way to the door. He didn't look at the cat's eye in front of the door, and he didn't ask who was coming. When he got to the door, he opened the door directly.

Yan Mingguang stood at the door.

Maybe it was because the puppet castle was played too hard before the end of the copy, and there was a disgusting smell of blood on the scene, or because Yan Mingguang’s clothes were somewhat torn by the puppet at that time, this person obviously changed Came in a suit.

Yan Mingguang was wearing casual and casual jeans with slender and erect legs. Yan Wei glanced up, this man was wearing pure black short sleeves, standing by the door with one hand in his pocket, leaning slightly against the wall. He was still wearing the pair of silver-framed glasses, and most of his cold black eyes were hidden from the coldness.

Yan Wei held his hand on the doorknob.

Even if it was the second time he went upstairs, he was actually always with Yan Mingguang. But at this moment, the missing memory was embedded in the cage, and Yan Wei thought of the danger of their last copy.

In order to make them die, another Yan Mingguang appeared in that copy - almost as if the real one, even Yan Wei couldn't recognize it, and even nearly died because he recognized the wrong person at the beginning. .

The dungeon became more and more dangerous, and Yan Wei was overwhelmed. Other high-level players in the dungeon died one after another, and in the end, only the two of them were alive.

Before Yan Wei entered the dungeon, he had expected that his trip would be difficult. He is different from other players. His purpose is to get Pandora's Box, wishing that everything will end, and let Lou destroy himself under the mechanism of Pandora's Box, so that the copy of the world in the building will no longer appear.

This obviously angered the consciousness that might have been born out of the building.

So he and Yan Mingguang stayed behind.

They actually succeeded in the end, but Yan Wei's memory didn't stop there, the next step was the copy of the promenade hotel he entered on the first floor - now it seems that Lou is trying to stop him In exchange for Pandora's Box, I found a reason to format him and Yan Mingguang at that time. It's just that he and Yan Mingguang have left behind for a long time, and now they have all recovered their memories and got back the archived data.

Yan Wei raised her eyes and looked straight at Yan Mingguang, without moving.

Yan Mingguang seemed to raise his hand, but the movement was not large, and he finally put it down.

After a while, Yan Wei blinked quickly, smiled, turned sideways, and said, "Come in."

Yan Mingguang lifted his foot.

The man stopped suddenly as he walked past him. Yan Wei only felt that Yan Mingguang was approaching suddenly, his eyes were in chaos, and the man's kiss had already fallen.

But not in depth. The warmth just stayed on his lips for a moment, Yan Mingguang grabbed his arm with such force that Yan Wei felt a little pain, but the kisses that fell were only shallow.

Similar to their current state, they have always been close at hand, but they seem to meet again after a long absence.

Afterwards, Yan Mingguang let go of him, paused, and then walked into the room.

Yan Wei chuckled lightly, closed the door, and said, "The last time I took out the copy, during the party in my room, you? The reason why you came the latest is because you came from the very center. ?"

Before entering the copy of the puppet castle, Yan Wei organized a party and called Lin Zhen and others. Yan Mingguang was the last one. Although Yan Wei noticed it at the time, he didn't ask. Now that I think about it, it's because Yan Mingguang recovered his memory and data earlier than him, and has been assigned to the residence of the high-level players in the world, so Been here too long?

Yan Mingguang nodded.

Yan Wei skillfully took out a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator, opened it slowly, poured the wine, and said, "This is the second time, but unfortunately I didn't respond when I formatted it. Otherwise, I will pull you? Correct the name information?"

"It just reads the same, but I still regret it. Why didn't I tell you clearly when I chose the name? How to write the word 'yan'?"

That said, Yan Wei just wanted to tease Yan Mingguang, and used this topic that he often brought up before to start their "reunion after a long absence" dialogue. Saying that he remembered it, he always felt a little hypocritical, let's not say anything, and he felt that something was missing.

He held a wine glass and sat down with Yan Mingguang in front of the bar?

Before he spoke, there was another knock at the door.

Lin Qing didn't show up in the copy, Yan Mingguang sat opposite him, and the only person who came was Lin Zhen.

But this time, Yan Wei did not hesitate to get up and open the door like when Yan Mingguang came. His hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he sat there silently, without moving for a while.

He didn't know how to face Lin Zhen.

"Some things always have to be faced," Yan Mingguang said, "this time the copy, he should have noticed it himself."

"But I don't know how."

But he slowly put down the goblet and said hesitantly: "There are some things that you know rationally and logically, but there is no way to face them objectively."

"I don't know what I should tell him, he's really just an accessory."

An accessory of all the negative character and emotional combinations he severed from Lin Qing with the moon wheel.