"No. 7 generation 01, now comprehensive report, the assessment is as follows."

"Lower limit of mental power: 'Extraweight', upper limit: 'unknown'."

"Lower physical limit: 'overweight', upper limit: 'unknown'."

"Training results: average mental volume 9 nanoseconds pass."

"Mission Achievement: The average mental volume is 243 milliseconds, and the reason for the failure is 'the column energy cannot withstand the spiritual power of the tasker, and the world collapses'."

"Sentiment Value: Lack of data to back it up, estimated: 0."

"Whether there is a tendency to self-destruct: Judged to be none."

"Whether there is a tendency to defect: judged to be none."

"Whether there is an evolutionary tendency: judged as 'unknown'."

“……”

"Based on the above data analysis, the 7th generation 01 was evaluated - passed the test and was allowed to enter."

*

When he opened his eyes, it was snow-white, and the familiar training room, Mo Yin disconnected and walked out of the room, the light outside was strong, he squinted, and a little lake-like green flashed in his pupils.

"Hello, your laid-off reemployment tasks have been completed, congratulations on passing with a perfect score, do you want to return to the position of guardian of the villain department of the whole channel?"

"I can't wait."

"The coordinator is as dedicated as ever."

"Thanks for the compliment."

"Head to the Preparation Room, a new quest world will open for you."

Mo Yin has his own separate preparation room, which is very simple and clean according to his preferences, except for a sofa for resting, there is nothing.

Mo Yin sat on the sofa and leaned back, his back sinking into the soft touch of water.

"Welcome back, Honorable Villain Coordinator, the next step will be to open the barrier for you-"

Mo Yin closed his eyes and released his spiritual power.

An ice-blue net enveloped him.

"The barrier was successfully opened."

"Confirm your identity."

"Identity confirmed: Villain coordinator Mo Yin."

"The value is matched successfully, and a new world is opened."

The mechanical sound paused uncharacteristically for a moment.

There is no familiar sense of water dissolution that activates the small world, but instead there is a sense of stagnation in the two-dimensional world, Mo Yin uses his spiritual power to communicate with the system, "What's the situation?" ”

"Dear Villain Coordinator, this time a new world will open up for you."

Mo Yin was keenly aware that the "new world" mentioned by the system was not just about opening another world.

Sure enough, every next sentence of the system subverted Mo Yin's previous cognition.

"There is no plot in this world, everything is unknown."

"The only thing you know is that you will be the biggest villain in this world and fight against the protagonist."

"The system will not follow the coordinator and we are sorry that we can't provide you with any assistance."

"As soon as you die in the world, you will be logged out of the world immediately."

"Please try to stay alive."

The mechanical voice continued to state, without giving Mo Yin the slightest chance to ask questions.

"Goodbye and good luck."

The last syllable came into his ears, and the sense of flatness of the stalemate was instantly broken, and when Mo Yin had no time to react, his spiritual power was suddenly uprooted from his body by a huge energy!

"Bang-"

It was as if a pair of giant hands were grabbing his body and slamming into the hard glass.

The sound of exploding shattering, flying debris, the heat of burning, the violent ringing in the ears...... A terrifying feeling of dizziness swept over Mo Yin, he wanted to open his eyes, his eyelashes were sticky, as if he was heavily covered by some thick liquid, completely powerless.

Then he smelled blood.

A strong, overwhelming smell of blood.

There was crushing pain everywhere in the body, from muscles to bones, every inch was like being hit by a heavy stone, stiffly trembling at an uncontrolled frequency, the chest and lungs were like torn bellows, breathing involuntarily, all passive, instinctively trying to survive, every breath was carried with the pain of crying blood.

Mo Yin had never experienced such a real sense of near-death.

It's so real, as if his ontology is going through death.

That's very wrong.

In the past, whether it was the training world or the mission world, all the small worlds gave him the same feeling as a membrane, which could not really affect his feelings at all, his spiritual power was above those worlds, and all he could feel was a ridiculous sense of falsehood.

What a strong energy.

Is this the alliance finally willing to give him a big one?

Mo Yin wanted to laugh a little.

The chest, which gradually fell silent, suddenly rose and fell slowly with the strong burst of willpower.

"Quick, fast, heart rate up—"

Mo Yin heard the shouts of the soldiers in his ears, the pulley rolled across the ground and made a "click" sound, the sticky and heavy point that stuck his eyelids slowly rolled down, his eyes opened a slit with great effort, and he saw a dazzling and shaking white light, which was a bit similar to the training world, except that the light was not so hot, and then, his consciousness fell into boundless darkness......

"Are you nervous?"

A kind and gentle female voice.

Mo Yin turned his face and saw a face with no facial features.

The image was supposed to be terrifying, but he didn't feel the slightest fear.

"Xiao Yin won't be nervous," a male voice came from the front, sounding like a middle-aged man, and his tone was very proud, "He will fly a plane in the future." After speaking, the middle-aged man turned his face and glanced back.

The same has no facial features.

Mo Yin intuitively felt that the other party should have smiled at him.

As if his fingers were twisting something, Mo Yin looked down at the palm of his hand, he was holding a dark yellow document bag in his hand, and the front of the document bag read "First Air Force Aviation University." ”

Eighteen years of memories flooded into my mind.

He was born in an ordinary family, his father is a taxi driver, his mother is a cashier in a supermarket, his father is a local, and there is an old house left by the previous generation in the city where every inch of land is expensive.

As their son, he has a smart brain, a healthy physique, a gentle and sensible personality, has just turned 18 years old this year, has successfully passed the selection of the Air Force to recruit pilots, and is about to embark on the road of aviation of his dreams.

Everything was so perfect.

Until the truck roared in.

*

"How are you feeling today?"

The nurse on the ward rounds spoke softly.

It has been more than ten days since the tragic major car accident, and the teenager who survived the struggle on the line of life and death was wrapped in gauze on his head, and his face was lucky to only suffer a few abrasions, Qingjun's face was a little pale, and he was smiling politely at the nurse at the moment, "Thank you, I feel good." ”

"If there is something uncomfortable, tell me in time."

The nurse looked at the infusion tube, "Is the infusion speed okay?" ”

"It's fine."

The nurse controlled her expression and did not show excessive pity and sympathy, so as not to make the patient feel uncomfortable.

After Mo Yin woke up from the operation, he behaved calmly and did not ask about his parents, and the nurse thought that he probably guessed it.

"Then I'll go out first, you have a good rest," the nurse turned around after speaking, walked two steps and then turned back, "By the way, do you need a mobile phone?" ”

A car accident killed three people and seriously injured one.

The phone is in perfect condition.

Mo Yin smiled and picked up the nurse's mobile phone on the table.

He had just been transferred out of the intensive care unit the day before yesterday, and now his health was stable, although he felt like he was about to die when he entered this world that day, it turned out that he was still a long way from death, and he recovered quickly.

Before activating the world, everything the system says is true.

In the past few days, he didn't know anything in his mind except for the memories and experiences of this character in the past eighteen years, the main plot line - no, the mission - no, the protagonist information - there was also no one, and the system attached like a dog skin plaster was indeed not there.

What is this? Is it free?

Mo Yin pulled the corners of his mouth, turned on his mobile phone, and suddenly jumped in many calls, text messages, and WeChat.

Some time ago, when he was still lying in the intensive care ward, he heard the doctor say that someone had come to see him at home, it was his uncle, who saw him outside the ward, and then left, maybe he was busy taking care of his "parents" in this world, anyway, after he was transferred to the normal ward, the uncle had not come to visit him, and the two silent nurses who were in charge of taking care of him these days.

The messages in the mobile phone were all received two days after the accident, and the lag was very serious, and Mo Yin directly ignored these messages.

Since birth, Mo Yin has always been protected at a very high level, and his own mental strength is strong, so he has never been injured.

The experience of pain for so many days was quite new to him.

At the same time, Mo Yin was also curious, how much energy should this world have to make him feel so real? made him very interested in the plot and the protagonist that he might encounter next.

Mobile phones are undoubtedly a good way to get information.

entered this world and had a car accident, Mo Yin didn't think that this car accident was just the opening background, it must be related to the main plot of this world.

“…… Like this, being squeezed out of breath, in order to complete the specified performance, had to choose to take risks, fatigue driving drivers are many, many, in Youcheng Logistics Company is called 'death squad', so does this title mean that Youcheng Logistics Company actually knows the situation of these drivers? We don't know how much of this 'death squad' occupies in Youcheng Logistics, and as of the time before the reporter issued the report, Youcheng Logistics Company has not made any response to this matter......

“…… A family of three, flying into a tragedy, causing three deaths and one injury, is it just a fault of fatigue driving? Or is there someone else behind the scenes who needs to be held accountable for this? ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am very saddened by the occurrence of the 829 incident, at the beginning of the establishment of Youcheng, my ideal is to build a united, efficient, high-quality logistics services for consumers, socially responsible conscience enterprises...... Some of the rumors on the Internet are purely untrue...... In order to win performance bonuses, employees ignored the company's safety manual, worked overtime in violation of regulations, and drove fatigued, which caused such a tragedy...... We will do our best to minimize the damage caused to the victim's family by the employee who caused the accident, and we would like to ask the society and the public to supervise us......"

After the sincere speech, the middle-aged man got up and bowed deeply, his hair was slightly gray, and with his bowing movement, a strand of white hair waved, the flash flashed wildly, and after a while, the middle-aged man raised his face, and the reporter zoomed in on the camera, clearly photographing his tired face and reddish eyes.

The comments section has mixed positive and negative reviews.

"I didn't pretend to be dead, I didn't escape, I stood up and took responsibility as soon as possible, Mr. Pei is a domineering real man."

"How much has the stock price fallen (dog head)"

"Illegal overtime, do you believe this?"

"It has been clarified that it was the employee who violated the safety manual, the 'death squad' is just a title, and Youcheng also has the 'forward team' and 'vanguard', which is the title they used to in that era, netizens don't be too divergent"

"How much does it cost to wash the floor upstairs, take me"

"I heard that it was a family of three who were hit, and the parents died on the spot, leaving only a son, how do you plan to be responsible? Giving people their lives? ”

"Youcheng has always been a charity, and a lot of public welfare schools have been built, I don't know what contribution those upstairs have made to the society?"

"It's so pitiful to be hit, it seems that I was hit on the way to the university......"

"The driver who crashed is said to be an orphan too, it's too miserable"

"It's really unlucky."

“……”

Mo Yin put away the comment area under the video and looked thoughtfully at the snow-white wall in front of him.

Youcheng Logistics.

"Knock-"

The nurse pushed the door open with a look of surprise, "Someone has come to see you." ”

Mo Honghai carried a basket of exquisite fruits, his face full of distress, "Xiao Yin, this time I have suffered a big crime, does it still hurt?" ”

Mo Yin looked at him quietly.

In his memory, the relationship between Mo Honghai's uncle and their family has always been very ordinary, this uncle is lazy, likes to gamble, and owes a lot of debts.

When Mo Yin went home a few days ago, he bumped into Mo Honghai coming down from the corridor of their house and scolding, turning back and scolding as he walked, "Mo Hongshan, don't be complacent, you think it's great to have a pilot son, right?" You won't be complacent all the time, and whoever asks for it in the future may not be—"

"It's okay," Mo Yin said, "The doctors and nurses take good care of me. ”

Mo Honghai is not young, but his stomach is not big, and when he heard Mo Yin say this, he immediately felt that Mo Yin was secretly blaming him for not coming to see him.

Mo Honghai felt uncomfortable, but he still smiled kindly, sighed again, lowered his head and said: "In the past two days, I have been busy taking care of your parents' funeral, hey, I have not slept well in the past few days, you have been in intensive care, I have come to see you several times, you are asleep, I am worried about it......"

Mo Yin said softly: "Thank you, uncle." ”

Mo Honghai said "um", wiped the non-existent tears in the corners of his eyes, raised his head and said: "Xiao Yin, this time you are really a disaster from the sky, fortunately you are still alive, I finally have an explanation for your parents, but your leg is ......" Mo Honghai glanced at Mo Yin's lower body again and again.

"What's wrong with my leg?" Mo Yin cooperated.

"You don't know yet?" Mo Honghai frowned, "The doctor told me, your leg is broken, there is a high probability of paralysis, and you may have to use a wheelchair in the future!" ”

Mo Yin's gaze fell on the place where the quilt was raised.

Sure enough, he was in pain all over his body for the past two days, but he didn't feel the feeling of the lower half of his body at all.

"Good boy...... Ay...... I was supposed to be a pilot......"

Mo Yin didn't say a word, lowered his head, and his side face was calm.

Mo Honghai observed his expression, thinking that Mo Yin should have been in a trance by the sudden bad news, and hurriedly hit the railway while it was hot: "But Secretary Ding said that Mr. Pei is willing to help you hire the best doctor for treatment, go abroad for treatment, even if it is not cured, he will be responsible for a lifetime, as long as you open your mouth, he will agree to any request, Mr. Pei is really kind-hearted, it stands to reason that this matter has nothing to do with people, Xiao Yin, I think, do you want to do this, Mr. Pei wants to come to see you tomorrow, and when the time comes, you will thank Mr. Pei, and a reporter will come to testify......"

"How much?"

Mo Yin interrupted Mo Honghai's spitting speech.

Mo Honghai was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "How much it is, it depends on what you mean, the money you spend to go to college, and you can buy a house with a family in the future, these things Secretary Ding said, you can count it." ”

Mo Yin smiled, his face was different from his body, it looked very gentle and harmless, he turned his face and said softly: "No, I'm asking how much money you charged to help them be lobbyists?" ”

Mo Honghai was stunned again, then blushed to the base of his neck, patted his thigh, as if he had been slandered, and pointed at Mo Yin and said angrily: "Xiao Yin, what are you talking about, we are a family, whatever money I charge, I am all for your good!" ”

Mo Honghai looked at Mo Yin's sickly white face, and his head was still wrapped in gauze, no matter how he looked at it, he looked pitiful, he held his head high, and made a heartless appearance of being wronged.

Mo Yin: "Uncle, my score this year can be A-big." ”

Mo Honghai didn't understand what Mo Yin was doing suddenly when he said this, and said casually: "This can also be arranged by Mr. Pei, you can't go to the Air Force School, and you will go to A University when the time comes, you can talk about it, this is all for your future, what money do I charge?" ”

"You're mistaken, that's not what I meant."

Mo Yin smiled, his tone as gentle as a spring breeze, "I mean, if there is a fool between me and you, who do you think it will be?" ”