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. Chen, you can't smoke here."

"Oh, sorry." Shen Mo squeezed the cigarette and did not immediately extinguish it. He looked around and asked, "Is there a place to smoke nearby?"

Nurse: "You go forward and turn right to the stairwell."

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

Between the stairwell and the medical area, there was a heavy fire safety door. When it was opened, a bitter cold wind was approached.

Someone opened the window of the stairwell.

Shen Mo saw Yan Qingwen leaning against the window, holding cigarettes with his two fingers, taking a few sips, and seeing him, he pressed the cigarette butts burned to the embers on the metal window frame.

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

Yan Qingwen shook his head slowly, lit another one, changed his hand and slowly sucked the clouds and mist, "Let the wind blow, you can wake up."

Shen Mo smiled and walked to the window.

The sky outside was pale and a little blue-gray. The branches of trees downstairs were shaking barely, as if they were afraid of the cold like people, trembling in the biting cold wind.

Yan Qingwen glanced at him 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, and his eyes were empty among the buildings outside the window, saying, "Maybe he will die tomorrow, who can care about health."

Shen Mo asked: "Why, the game is not going well this time?"

Yan Qingwen shook his head, "A group of people are alive and dead, it's not a good time or not, and they just survived by chance."

"Yes." Shen Mo exhaled a mouthful of smoke and said calmly, "There are two more games left, I don't know what the final match 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 at him.

"I will surrender in the next game." Yan Qingwen said, "You and Bai Youwei must come on, 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 didn't want to play anymore. The remaining two battles, one battle was 10, which required eight people, and the other battle was 20, which required ten people. I don't have the confidence to bring these people out of the game intact."

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

Yan Qingwen said, looking at the steel doll guarding him - this doll similar to Lu Ang's god, was much old and had many scratches on his body. It can be seen that it had saved Yan Qingwen more than once.

After Lu Ang was gone, it took Yan Qingwen a long time to get out. If something happened to others, he might not know how to deal with it.

The truth of the game and the life of a friend. If you want to choose between the two, he will choose the latter.

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

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

Yan Qingwen took a deep breath of smoke, spit out light white smoke, and said lightly: "I'm not willing to give up, I want to win too."

But he can't...

You can’t just want to win, so you can’t pay the lives of others. How many of these people in the maze war are trying to pursue the truth? How many of them are being pushed forward involuntarily?
Chapter completed!