I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today

Chapter 800: Chapter 800: 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 him, “Mr. Shen, you can’t smoke here.”

“Oh, sorry.” Shen Mo pinched the cigarette and didn’t immediately put it out. He looked around and asked, “Is there a place nearby where I can smoke?”

The nurse replied, “Keep walking straight ahead, then turn right to go to the staircase.”

Shen Mo nodded and walked forward with his cigarette.

Between the staircase and the medical area, there was a heavy fire safety door. Upon opening it, a biting cold wind hit him in the face.

Someone had opened the window in the staircase.

Shen Mo saw Yan Qingwen leaning against the window, holding a cigarette between two fingers. He took a few puffs and, seeing him, pressed the burning cigarette butt onto the metal window sill.

“Aren’t you cold?” Shen Mo asked as he approached.

Yan Qingwen slowly shook his head. He lit another cigarette, switched it to his other hand, and leisurely exhaled clouds of smoke, “Let the wind blow a bit, it helps clear the head.”

Shen Mo chuckled and walked to the window.

The sky outside was a pale white tinged with a hint of blue-gray. The bare branches of the trees below shook as if they were shivering like people in the freezing, piercing wind.

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Yan Qingwen glanced over with a smile and asked, “You don’t smoke often, do you?”

“Hmm, occasionally,” Shen Mo responded indifferently, “Smoking is harmful to health.”

At this, Yan Qingwen laughed. His gaze resting vacantly on the buildings outside the window, he said, “Maybe I wouldn’t be alive tomorrow, who would care about health then?”

Shen Mo asked, “What’s the matter? Is this game not going smoothly?”

Yan Qingwen shook his head, “It’s a matter of life and death for a group of people, it’s not about going smoothly, just about surviving by luck.”

“That’s also true.” Shen Mo exhaled a puff of smoke and spoke calmly, “Two more rounds to go, I wonder what the final battle will be like…”

Yan Qingwen fell silent for a moment and then said, “I might not see the final battle.”

Shen Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced over.

“In the next round, I’m going to surrender,” Yan Qingwen flicked the ash and continued, “You and Bai Youwei need to put in the effort, don’t let us down.”

Shen Mo was somewhat surprised and asked, “Are you encountering any trouble?”

“No, not really,” Yan Qingwen said calmly, as if he had thought it through, “I’ve just changed my mind, I don’t want to play anymore. The remaining two battles, one battle requires eight people, and the other twenty requires ten people, I don’t have the confidence to lead these people safely out of the game.”

He sighed with a laugh, his tone tinged with self-mockery, “Although I’d like to know the truth about this world, if someone dies because of it, honestly, I don’t know if it’s worth it…”

As he spoke, Yan Qingwen looked at the steel doll guarding him—this doll, which resembled Lun Ang, had become much older and bore numerous scratches, showing that it had saved Yan Qingwen more than once.

After Lun Ang was gone, it took a long time for Yan Qingwen to recover. If something were to happen to other friends too, he wasn’t sure how he would face it.

Between the truth of the game and the lives of friends, if he had to choose, he would choose the latter.

“I heard you guys were seriously hurt this time, have you considered the worst-case scenario?” Yan Qingwen looked at Shen Mo and seriously suggested, “If not, it’s better to think about it now… which people you can let go, and which you can’t.”

“I understand…” Shen Mo gazed into the distance and murmured lowly, “But not trying would leave me feeling regretful.”

Yan Qingwen took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaling a light white smoke, and said softly, “I feel the same, I want to win too.”

But he couldn’t…

He couldn’t, just because he wanted to win, stake the lives of others. In this labyrinth war, how many people were pursuing the truth? And how many were helpless, being pushed forward?