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"Miss, miss, wake up! Wake up quickly!"
"Well" I vaguely recognized the voice and muttered, "Molin, let me sleep a little longerI'm so tired"
After saying this, Mo Lin's voice became blurry again, and only some noise could be heard faintly. I opened my eyes dissatisfied, and suddenly realized that I was still lying on the bed yesterday. The sunlight had already illuminated half of the room golden, and Mu Xian was still sleeping soundly next to me.
"Fake" A intermittent voice suddenly sounded clearly in my mind, "Miss Commander"
I was startled and woke up - that was Maureen's voice! Am I dreaming or hallucinating?
It¡¯s not a dream. I had woken up just now, and I could clearly hear his voice in my head.
"Mo Lin! Mo Lin!" I shouted loudly. Mu Xian suddenly opened his eyes, sat up and hugged me: "What's wrong?"
I listened carefully to my surroundings, but the only sound left was the sound of wind and stream outside the window.
"Did you hear Mo Lin's voice just now?" I looked at Mu Xian.
He stared at me: ¡°No, it¡¯s been very quiet.¡±
I told him everything just now, and he frowned slightly: "Fake?"
At this moment, a loud and careless voice came from the window: "Come down. Let's go." It was Yipu City.
Mu Xian stood up and put on his clothes and gave me a reassuring look. I nodded. Then he opened the window and said calmly to the people downstairs: "Wait a moment."
I had just put on my trousers, and when I looked up, I saw Mu Xian standing quietly by the bed. The sunlight painted his face a light golden yellow, and his handsome eyebrows were as delicate as those drawn with ink. And his eyes were so cold and calm, faintly filled with frost-like coldness, making it difficult to look directly at them.
My heart suddenly felt strangely. Maureen's broken words came to mind again.
"FakeMissCommander"
Fakecommander?
"Are you ready?" A faint voice suddenly sounded, and Mu Xian turned around and looked at me, with some tenderness in his dark eyes.
I came back to my senses instantly, what was I thinking. How could Mu Xian be fake? No one can imitate and replace the familiar physical sensations and the words and deeds that make my heart skip a beat.
I quickly put on my clothes and looked at him with a smile: "Let's go."
A faint smile appeared on his face, and he came over and held my hand. The cold fingertips just touched mine, and I trembled slightly for no reason. He looked sideways at me: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, it's a bit cold."
He paused in his steps and pulled me into his arms. I didn't think about that unbelievable thought anymore, snuggled tightly into his arms and went downstairs.
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Mu Xian and Yi Pucheng discussed downstairs for a few minutes and decided on a plan.
They decided to stay in this village temporarily - since we don't know anything about this planet, the chances of being rescued are the same no matter where we stay. And the conditions here are really good.
But today we have to go to the forest to get some wood so that once a rescue aircraft enters the atmosphere, we can set off a smoke warning.
After crossing the river, there is a forest filled with mist. The soil is dark and moist, and the gray-white trees are as straight as pillars. The midday sun casts down from the dense canopy of trees, turning the mist into a light golden color.
Yi Pucheng walked in the forefront, his tall back resembled a door panel, but his lines looked slender and powerful. Mu Xian led me in a slow and steady pace, with a calm expression on his face, as if he was deep in thought. The forest was quiet except for the sound of us stepping on the thick leaves and rustling.
I couldn¡¯t calm down, I kept thinking about Maureen¡¯s voice.
There are two possibilities: 1. It was simply my auditory hallucination. After all, it had happened before. Then there is no need to delve deeper; secondly, it is indeed him who is speaking to me, through some mysterious way that I don't know.
If it¡¯s the second type, what exactly is he going to say is false? Mu Xian is definitely not fake, so is Yipu City fake?
Or maybe I had a sudden thought in my mind - is this world fake?
I almost immediately rejected this speculation - how is it possible? Everything here feels very real - the moisture in the forest, the turbulence of the flood, the ferocity of the beasts And if it is a fake world, how can we be in it?
But in my mind, I remembered all the strange things and special signs that had happened in this world in the past few days¡ª¡ª
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There were bursts of cold sweat breaking out on my back, and my hands and feet were a little cold. What the hell is this place?
Mu Xian had already walked beside me, and I turned to look at him blankly. I saw the dark brows on the fair cheeks raised sharply, and shock flashed in his eyes.
"Mu Xian" My voice sounded dry, "I think I know what Mo Lin is talking about. He is saying that this planet, this world, is false."
Mu Xian¡¯s eyebrows knitted together. He remained silent and just stared at the void outside the door.
After a while, a faint, almost cold smile flashed across his face, and his voice sounded soft and cold: "You are right. This is a scene that can only be found in the virtual space."
This expression and tone are familiar to me. He is obviously a little angry. What does virtual space mean?
He looked at me with his sharp black eyes and was silent for a moment before slowly continuing: "Huayao, the real human body cannot enter the virtual space. If this space is virtual, then we are not real either. .¡±
My heart was shocked - what? !
I stared at him blankly for a few seconds and asked almost awkwardly: "Then what are we?" If I am not the real Huayao, then who am I?
Maybe it was because my voice was shaking too much. He stretched out his hand to hold me in his arms and whispered, "Don't be afraid. I will take you out."
I hugged him tightly, nodded, and heard him say: "Virtual space can only be constructed in a computer program. It seems that someone has locked our consciousness in this virtual space."
My breath froze - that's it! I am just my consciousness now?
Can it be constructed using a computer program? Isn't that just
"You can go." Yi Pucheng's smiling voice came from behind. I was shocked and turned around to look.
Under the bright crystal lamp, he stood directly above the stairs dozens of meters away, holding a box in his hand and a relaxed smile on his face. When he saw us, he was obviously startled, then his eyes flashed with shock, and he strode down.
"Fuck! Don't tell me this is a virtual space!" He growled, staring coldly at the door behind us.
Mu Xian and I watched him approach step by step in silence.
Is he still pretending? His reaction seemed so genuine, like he was completely unaware.
But if this is a virtual space, the most likely person to create this space is the cyborg Yipu City. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com