After Bai Youwei left, Shen Mo took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one for himself.

A nurse came over and reminded, "Mr. Shen, you can't smoke here." ”

"Oh, I'm sorry." Shen Mo pinched the cigarette, didn't extinguish it immediately, looked around and asked, "Is there a smoking place nearby?" ”

Nurse: "You go ahead and turn right into the stairwell." ”

Shen Mo nodded and went to the front with a cigarette.

Between the stairwell and the medical area, there is a heavy fire safety door, which opens to a cold wind.

Someone opened the window of the stairwell.

Shen Mo saw Yan Qingwen leaning against the window, holding a cigarette between his fingers, taking a few puffs, and when he saw him, he extinguished the cigarette butt that had burned to the embers on the metal window lattice.

"Isn't it cold?" Shen Mo walked over and asked.

Yan Qingwen shook his head slowly, lit another one, and held it in his hand, swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog slowly, "Let the wind blow, you can be sober." ”

Shen Mo smiled and walked to the window.

The sky outside was pale, tinged with a hint of blue-gray, and the branches of the trees downstairs were bare and shaking, as if they were afraid of the cold like a human being, shivering in the biting cold wind.

Yan Qingwen glanced over and asked with a smile: "You don't smoke often." ”

"Well, occasionally." Shen Mo said lightly, "Smoking is harmful to your health. ”

Yan Qingwen smiled when he heard this, his eyes were blank and he put his eyes outside the window between the buildings, and said, "Maybe I will die tomorrow, who can take care of my health." ”

Shen Mo asked, "What's the matter, the game didn't go well this time?" ”

Yan Qingwen shook his head, "A group of people are dead and alive, and it doesn't go well or not, it's just a fluke to survive." ”

"Yes." Shen Mo spit out a puff of smoke and said flatly, "There are two more games, I don't know what the final battle will be like......

Yan Qingwen was silent for a moment and said, "I may not see the final match. ”

Shen Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced over.

"In the next game, I will surrender." Yan Qingwen flicked down the ashes and said, "You and Bai Youwei have to come on, don't let us down." ”

Shen Mo was a little surprised and asked, "Are you in trouble?" ”

"Nope." Yan Qingwen's tone was very calm, as if he had thought it through, "I just changed my mind and don't want to play anymore." The remaining two campaigns, one campaign 10, required eight people, and the other campaign 20, which required ten men, and I was not confident that I would bring these people out of the game intact. ”

He smiled and sighed, and his tone revealed self-deprecation: "Although I want to know the truth of this world, if someone dies because of this, frankly, I don't know if it's worth it......

Yan Qingwen said, looking at the steel doll guarding his side - this doll that looked like Lu Ang was much older, and there were many scratches and scratches on its body, which showed that it had saved Yan Qingwen more than once.

After Lu Ang was gone, it took Yan Qingwen a long time to come out, and if something happened to other people, he probably didn't know how to face it.

The truth of the game, the life of his friend, if he had to choose between the two, he would choose the latter.

"I heard that you were seriously injured this time, have you considered the worst outcome?" Yan Qingwen looked at Shen Mo and suggested seriously, "If not, it's best to start thinking about it now...... Who can let go, and who can't. ”

"I ......understand," Shen Mo looked into the distance and said in a low voice, "but if you don't do it, you will feel unwilling." ”

Yan Qingwen took a deep breath of cigarette, exhaled a pale white smoke, and said lightly: "I'm not reconciled, I also want to win." ”

But he couldn't......

You can't risk other people's lives just because you want to win. How many of these people in the Labyrinth War are in pursuit of the truth? And how many of them are pushed forward involuntarily?