Mu Yan was awakened by a familiar smell.

It was the smell of disinfectant that I hadn't seen in a long time......

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the white ceiling and the projector embedded in it, thanks to God's excellent vision, and the word "SONDO" engraved on it, which was the logo of the company.

Both the curtains and the sheets covered by the body were a faint Ellis blue, clean but cold, and there was a bouquet of light purple iris flowers on the cabinet on the right.

He frowned, looked at the ceiling, and subconsciously said:

"Start playing."

The SONDO-VFA II projector picks up the sound signal and emits a "drop" sound, sending a light curtain into the air.

There's a news story playing on it.

“…… Now broadcast a game news: on the first day of the launch of the "Holy Light Era", due to the enthusiasm of players, millions of people were online at the same time, resulting in a server crash, for which Mr. Gabriel Weir, the manager of Villefort, would like to express his sincerest apologies to the majority of players, and said that they have sent a request for technical support to the French company Yuvendi, which is expected to be ...... in no more than one day.

The hostess's voice was crisp and beautiful, but to Mu Yan's ears, it was like harsh abuse and ridicule.

At this moment, he could not feel the presence of his limbs at all, and could only turn his neck awkwardly to see a gilded black card on the table on the left.

The familiar scenes evoke memories that have been dormant for a long time, as if the old soil has been reopened, and the original living memories have been ruthlessly buried.

"So those ...... Are those all a dream? He muttered.

At first, his mood was not despairing, with a hint of loss in the plainness, and then gradually surging more and more unwillingness.

It was as if the ink droplets dripping into the clear water fainted a few wisps at first, and over time spread to a pool full of pitch black.

It's as dark as a nightmare, and it's as deep as choosing someone to devour.

Suddenly, as if he realized something, he shouted in his heart like a person in the water had grabbed a life-saving straw: "System! System! Character panels, quest logs, whatever you want, please, come out! ”。

His call was like a stone sinking into the sea.

Three seconds later, suddenly—

“

Human male, Shamu, rank 50

Identity: "Liar"

……

”

The translucent text was still in front of him, but Mu Yan couldn't read a word.

He grinned like a fool, at first silently, then louder, even a hint of madness, and then laughed so hard that he began to cough violently and had to cover his mouth.

Wait a minute......

Covering your mouth?

Laughing with tears in his eyes, he stared at his palm, pale from muscle atrophy, as it slowly filled up like a shriveled balloon inflated.

Inadvertently, he's back.

With a little incredulity, resisting the urge to laugh uncontrollably, he slowly climbed out of bed and walked quietly around the hospital room.

This kind of wonderful feeling, this dream-like scene, he had indeed only seen it in his dreams.

Walking to the mirror of the dresser, he watched his face gradually change from Mu Yan to the Xia Mu they were familiar with, that is, the "grasshopper" who was scared to death by the truth, as if someone had cast a spell.

"Seven Rings "Permanent Transfiguration" or Second Ring "Transfiguration"?"

In a good mood, he also made a joke with himself.

"So it's time to solve the three major questions in life?"

After calming down, he began to look around, this ward was exactly the same as the one he was in, except that he was not accompanied by his parents, doctors and nurses.

At that moment, there was a "creak" and the door opened.

His ward is designed for paralyzed patients, about 30 square meters, on the 74th floor of the inpatient building, which belongs to the most non-place, is divided into two parts, one large and one small, by a porch, push the door into the narrow aisle, hang clothes on the left, and the blurred glass window on the right hand, through the window can only see the moving figures, can not tell who it is.

Mu Yan kept staring at the figure on the porch, with a curious smile, he wanted to know what kind of surprise would greet him next.

It wasn't until the other party passed through the wall as if nothing was there that the smile on his face completely disappeared.

It is a standard Turing face, with slightly curly black hair, fair skin, and turquoise blue eyes as deep and wide as the Aegean Sea. This color is called the "blue sea breeze" and sounds like the warmth and wetness of the seaside.

This name is also the reason why he chose this eye color.

The other party's silver-rimmed black robe made him remember vividly, it was the 42nd year of twilight, four hundred warriors watched Auduin fall in the sky of the endless sea, and the three captains of the "Galaxy Battleship" gave him a scholar's robe, from the game store of the famous Milan clothing brand "Arena", and there is a nice name, called "Wheel of Knowledge".

The badge on the chest is also unique in the game, and it is the symbol of the "Legendary Scholar": an open book holds a candle that represents the truth that pierces darkness and confusion and brings the light of hope. In the 35th year of Dusk, when "Ragnarok" ended and Duke Ardon of Ashes died at the top of Hogarth, Wynne Garcia, the Headmaster and close friend of Morrowind, presented himself on behalf of the royal family and the largest organization of scholars in Lokan, the Silver Candle Society.

Now, all the things he thought had vanished with the server were in someone else's hands.

And this person, it's him, it's not him.

He is Shamu.

So there is a strange scene, where the independent players and characters look at each other for a long time, and neither of them will speak first.

In the end, the latter, who was a head taller, was the first to speak.

"Hello."

Mu Yan didn't answer, he seemed to see the most interesting thing in the world, motioned to the other party not to speak, and held the bed and laughed for a while.

"Have you laughed enough, Mr. Mu Yan?"

The scholar is still polite, as Mu Yan has always been.

"Let's introduce myself, friend, there's no need to say that you are 'Xia Mu' or something, no one can be more familiar than me." Mu Yan sat on the edge of the bed against the game compartment and looked at him for a long time.

However, the other party did not listen at all.

"As you can see, the legendary scholar Shamu."

"It's not funny, retell it."

"Why, Mr. Mu Yan?" Xia Mu smiled. "Why don't you admit it?"

"Admit what? Are you Shamu? If you are Shamu, then who am I? ”

"Mu Yan, a Chinese, an only male, 19 years old, suffered from Parares syndrome at the age of 3, high paraplegia, and muscle atrophy in both arms."

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"You know it in detail, do you know anything else?"

"Of course, I know you as well as you know me." Xia Mu smiled, and the conversation changed. "Mu Yan is a person, quiet since childhood, loves to read, and does not seek to understand. seems to be a young man, strong as iron on the surface, never complains about the sky, and laments the injustice of fate. In fact, his heart is fragile and sensitive, and he almost sleepless until he was thirteen years old, and he looked at the screen window all night. Countless times in the dead of night tried to end their lives, but unfortunately could not be practiced, at this time, often in the heart of the word 'waste', and then swallow tears and pretend to be nothing. ”

"Well said." Mu Yan couldn't help but applaud the other party's clarity.

"I kind of understand, you may be like this ward, it is a not-so-good memory of mine, most of it with a bit of negativity. As depicted in many film and television works, the protagonist always has to go through a test of 'inner demons' before growing up. He sighed as if he was emotional, "Actually, what makes me more curious is, why don't you also talk about the things in the game, are you worried that those pleasant things will cause me to be optimistic?" ”

"No, no, no, you're wrong, Mr. Mu Yan." Shamu waved his hand repeatedly. "You can talk about things in the game, but you can't talk about much."

"Why?" Mu Yan asked rhetorically.

"Let's put that aside. Do you remember why you came up with that name? And why is it such a character? Shamu had no intention of letting him answer at all. I'm ashamed to say that I don't really like this Western fantasy-style game, but you named me-"

"Fart, what do you mean by naming you?" Mu Yan interrupted him coldly.

Xia Mu smiled, did not refute, and continued.

"I prefer the words in your heart at that time, 'Spring dew and autumn frost, summer wind and winter snow, silk praise to feast, Mu song to wander', tsk, really is a literary and artistic young man who loves reading since childhood, the oriental text reveals rhythm and beauty everywhere, I seem to be able to see in a beautiful land, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind and rain, there are always people singing, holding ancient scrolls, wandering in the ocean of knowledge. And that longing look in your eyes......"

Xia Mu was full of emotion, with exaggerated body language.

Mu Yan is well aware that this behavior came from many orators of the bard and the Morning Star, and traced its roots to the official tribute to the cultural customs of the ancient Greek city-state of Athens in the 8th century BC.

He used to be obsessed with the event, but now that he himself has become a listener and a speaker, it feels completely different. At this moment, he could finally understand why there were always players who risked three days in prison to attack the orators in the square.

The other party's appearance is really hateful.

"But you can't, you're just a waste person, a waste person who has to lie on a hospital bed for a lifetime, and you can't do anything at all'Summer wind and winter snow, Mu Ge wanders', and even a favorite name like 'Xia Mu' has been taken away. Do you say yes, Mr. Mu Yan? ”

Xia Mu's smile made people feel like a spring breeze, but his words were like a sharp blade, shining with cold light.