Entering the maze.
Thinking about it is easy, but doing it is incredibly difficult.
She wasn't as smart as Bai Youwei, nor as meticulous as Zhu Zhu, and now she no longer had her old skills. Could she do it?
Could she survive in the maze?
…She had to live. She didn't want to become a useless person! Her hands needed to hold knives! Swords! Whips! She needed to help her friends when they were in trouble! She needed to help and save herself when something happened to her!
She didn't want to become useless!
Not like this! This… pathetic… unable to even dress and button her clothes!
Tears fell.
Su Man raised her arm and wiped them away fiercely, took a deep breath, and looked out the window at the dark sky.
She suddenly made up her mind and got up to pack her luggage.
In this world, everyone has their own path to walk.
…
From the morning, the sound of cars outside the residential complex had not stopped.
One car after another gathered near the plaza. Material transportation, personnel assembly, route arrangement, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.
The registration office, material distribution office, and exchange office, which were usually bustling with people, were all temporarily closed.
Everyone knew that the organization was evacuating.
Because in one more day, the No. 21 game would move into the city, so the base could not be defended.
Faced with the upcoming journey, many people felt lost. Having become accustomed to entering games in a regular and orderly manner, they suddenly felt fear about the future.
What if they encountered a game on the road?
What if the new base also had a game like No. 21?
No…
There were no ifs.
The answer was yes! They would definitely encounter games on the road! And completely unfamiliar games!
Everyone was anxious!
Just ten more people, ten people! Ten people could maintain the stable life of the thousands of people in the current base! Why wasn't anyone going?! Why?!!
Chu Huaijin posted a notice in the plaza.
It read: No. 21 game players still needed – 1 person!
…
Dark clouds rolled, the afternoon was oppressive and dull, and occasionally a gust of wind would rise, the heat hiding a hint of coolness, making people can't help but look forward to the rain coming quickly to dispel the unbearable summer heat.
Shen Mo brought back a new wheelchair from outside.
"The departure time has been moved up. The first batch to leave is the materials team. We'll stay until 3 p.m. and leave with the research team."
"But the weather isn't very good." Bai Youwei glanced at the dark clouds outside. "It's going to rain heavily."
"There's no way around it even if it rains. Personnel must be evacuated. It's more dangerous to be all stuck together." He pushed the wheelchair over. "Sit in it and try it out."
Bai Youwei leaned on her crutches to get up and tried sitting in the wheelchair.
So-so, passable.
Shen Mo asked, "Is it comfortable?"
She wiggled around. "It's okay, but it's a little hard."
Shen Mo picked her up and put her on the sofa, then took a cushion from the sofa, put it on the new wheelchair, and readjusted the height.
He picked up Bai Youwei and asked her, "Is it still hard?"
"Um… not hard anymore." She adjusted her posture uncomfortably, frowning and said, "But the color of the cushion doesn't match the wheelchair, it's a bit ugly."
Shen Mo: "…"
As difficult to please as ever.
He got up and said, "You can't see it under the cushion, so ugly is ugly."
"No, take it away." Bai Youwei looked unhappy. "This thing will lower my style."
Shen Mo asked her helplessly, "Then what do you want?"
Bai Youwei seriously pondered this question, "…I took a batch of blankets from the Duke's manor, all piled up in the small study of the dollhouse. Go help me find one, it has to be hand-woven, don't get one with prints, and the color is best to be navy blue."
She took out the golden key hanging around her neck, opened the door of the dollhouse, and asked him, "Do you know what navy blue is? Don't get the wrong one, it's a very, very deep blue, like the night sky, not the dullness of black, with a bit of mystery. It would be even better if it had tassels… Hey, do you know what tassels are? They're the fine fringes at the bottom of the blanket…"
Shen Mo frowned as he listened.