I asked, "Sister, I want to ask you, if the body doesn't come back for a long time, what will happen to the shadow body?" ”

She frowned, "Why do you ask this kind of question?" ”

"Can't answer?"

"It's not. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I can answer you. The shadow is just a program. Theoretically, it will run on the same set steps. But in reality, the main characters will put some restrictions on the shadow body. When the reserved number of hours is exceeded, the vitality of the shadow will gradually decay. After a certain point, it will be forced into a dormant state. ”

"What if the ontology never comes back?"

"In the end, the shadow body can only become a dormant process. As with accounts, only the ontology and administrators can delete the shadow body. "Are you suggesting that I've had an accident?" she asked. ”

"That's not what it meant." I instinctively denied it.

"You shouldn't tell a shadow about what happened to her body."

"I know, sister."

"But now that I've said that, I need to tell you a few words before I go into hibernation." She paused, "Little brother, you know. I am a soldier, and I am in the battle sequence, and I may participate in the battle at any time, so I may shed blood and die. If I do have an accident, then please don't feel sorry for me. And, forget about me. ”

Listening to her mechanical and cold words, my heart was chilled to the extreme. I blurted out, "Sister, don't say it again!" I'm not here to listen to your last words. If you have an accident, how can I not be sad and how can I forget you? ”

I lived in the school and didn't go back to Mohs for several days, and I didn't enter VR200. Some time ago, I fell behind some courses and urgently need to make up. And at the moment, I can only rely on studying to relieve my depression.

But once I'm free, I can't help but think of Phoenix and Snow Lotus. Actually, I'm not very worried about the phoenix. She's just hurt, no matter how heavy it is, it's always going to be okay in the end! And her body is so strong, she will always survive!

But the longing for Snow Lotus is increasing day by day. I think back to every interaction I've had with her in the virtual world for more than a year. Has she really been sacrificed?

No, she's just lost the news, and there's no evidence that she's gone!

I gradually calmed down. I turned on my computer and typed "SLOP organization" into the search bar. In the midst of a lot of irrelevant information, I finally found this paragraph: "SLOP is a mysterious spy and terrorist organization. SLOP is an acronym that originally meant peaceful daylight, but also took its literal meaning of 'rough seas' as the code name of the organization. But within our army, we generally call it a 'sewage' organization in its literal sense. ”

I checked some foreign websites again, and there were only some sporadic messages. And many of them can't be displayed. So I gave up my search because I didn't know what I was looking for.

It's been almost twenty days since I came back. On this day, I was reading a book in the office of the student union, and suddenly received a message from my mobile phone:

"Linfeng, are you there?"

I looked at the other person's unfamiliar number, who is this? Because only when I enter VR200 will someone call me Linfeng. And none of these people have my mobile phone number?

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Tianshan Snow Lotus." The other party replied.

My heart pounded. "Sister Xuelian, where are you?" I asked eagerly, "How are you?" ”

"I'm hurt," she replied, "but I'm not dead." ”

"Is it badly hurt?"

"It's a bit heavy...... Anyway, I can't get out of bed yet. ”

What does it mean to not be able to get out of bed?

"Then it should be possible in a while, right?"

"Probably yes!"

"What about the Phoenix?" I asked again, would her injuries be lighter?

"She's dead!" Snow Lotus replied.

What the? My heart sank.

"Linfeng, why don't you speak?" Xuelian asked, "Are you sad that the phoenix is dead?" ”

I didn't answer.

"Linfeng, answer me, are you sad when the phoenix is dead?"

I still haven't answered.

"Answer me!" She's still urging.

I originally received Xuelian's message, and I have been glad that she is still alive. However, I heard the news of Phoenix's death from her mouth. My dear Sister Luxue, we just parted two months ago! I remembered her back running towards the car, and the last hug that made her uneasy and still carried the warmth of her body.

I closed my eyes and felt only a pain in my heart, followed by an infinite emptiness. Recalling the complex emotions I had for Lu Xue, as Snow Lotus said, that is, love and hate, I will have to be relieved from this, right?

I sent a message to Xue Lian, "Sister Xue Lian, I'm going to see you. ”

"Don't come." She turned me down, "I don't want you to see me hurt." ”

"But I've never seen you before. Where exactly did you get hurt? Face? ”

"It's not!"

"Eyes?"

"Don't guess. I was not blind, nor deaf, nor disfigured. ”

So it's on the body, isn't it the legs? But even if the leg is broken, isn't it still possible to connect it?

"Isn't the injury going to be healed?" I asked.

"I don't know."

Is it that serious?

"Wouldn't it be better to keep a good memory?" Forget me! ”

How is it another sentence "Forget me!" ”

I dropped my phone and sat in front of the screen, forgetting the time.

"Mo Huaiyu!" Chairman Zhang was calling me, "Why don't you go to eat yet, why are you so wasteful about sleeping and forgetting to eat?" ”

"Oh! There is no hurry. ”

"There's no rush. The cafeteria is running out of food. I see, someone brought it to you, didn't it? ”

"Nope!" I say.

"None? I don't believe it. ”

After a while, a delicate hand carrying a set of fast food boxes next to me was Heyman.

"Thank you!" I say.

"Mo Huaiyu," said Lao Lu, who had just walked in, "This is the seventh time this month!" ”

"What's the seventh time?" asked.

"The seventh meal you brought him! Did he give you the money? ”

"What's the matter with you?" I blurted out.

Lao Lu didn't look at me, but still said to, "Girl, don't bring such an upside down!" ”

In the afternoon English listening class, from above the transparent partition, I saw the young female teacher walk up to the podium. Dark blue trench coat, long boots, black glass stockings. Behind the lectern, she took off her trench coat, revealing her lake-blue sweater underneath, and sat down to put on her headphones. I can't see the color of her dress, or is she also not wearing a skirt like Luxue (how is that possible)?

"Mo Huaiyu!" The teacher was calling my name. But I didn't notice what she was asking.

“Pardon？” I replied.