Chapter 801 I Don’t Want to Play Anymore

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 held the cigarette but did not put it out immediately. He looked around and asked, "Is there a smoking place nearby?"

Nurse: "Go forward and turn right to the stairwell."

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

There is a thick fire safety door between the stairwell and the medical area. After opening it, you are faced with a gust of cold wind.

Someone opened the stairwell window.

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

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

Yan Qingwen shook his head slowly, lit another one, held it in his other hand, and slowly puffed out the smoke, "Let the wind blow, so that you can wake up."

Shen Mo smiled and walked to the window.

The sky outside is pale, with a hint of blue-grey, and the branches of the trees downstairs are bare and swaying, as if they are afraid of the cold like humans, shivering in the biting cold wind.

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

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

Yan Qingwen smiled when he heard this, looked out the window among the buildings with nothingness, and said: "Maybe I will die tomorrow, who can care about my health."

Shen Mo asked: "Why, the game didn't go well this time?"

Yan Qingwen shook his head, "A group of people are fighting to the death. It doesn't matter if it goes smoothly or not. It's just a matter of luck that they survived."

"That's right." Shen Mo exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly, "There are two more games left. I don't know what the finals will be like..."

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

Shen Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced over.

"Next time, I will surrender." Yan Qingwen flicked off the cigarette ashes and said, "You and Bai Youwei have to work hard, don't let us down."

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

"No." 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 battles, one battle is 10, requires eight people, the other battle is 20, requires ten people, I don’t have the confidence to get these guys out of the game intact.”

He sighed with a smile, with self-mockery in his tone: "Although I really want to know the truth about this world, if someone dies because of it, frankly speaking, I don't know if it's worth it..."

As Yan Qingwen spoke, he looked at the steel doll standing next to him - this doll, which was similar to Lu Ang, was much older and had many 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. If something happened to others, he might not know how to face it.

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

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

"I understand..." Shen Mo looked into the distance and whispered, "But if you don't do it, you will feel unwilling."

Yan Qingwen took a deep breath of cigarette, exhaled the pale smoke, and said calmly: "I am not willing to accept it, I also want to win."

But he can't...

You can't put other people's lives on the line just because you want to win. How many of these people in the Maze War are pursuing the truth? How many of them are pushed forward involuntarily?