I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today - Chapter 80
Chapter 80: Chapter 80: In the Mist
Translator: 549690339
After Shen MO finished speaking, Tan Xiao, Chang Weicai, including Bai Youwei, all three of them remained silent.
Shen Mo’s gaze swept over each of their faces before he spoke again, “From my experience, if the rescue ship hasn’t returned, there are only two possibilities
First, the rescue ship encountered trouble and couldn’t save itself;
Second, the rescue ship encountered no trouble, but the shelter could only accommodate a limited number of people, so the remaining people were abandoned.
Regardless of the situation, there’s no reason for us to wait any longer.
Moreover, I’ve heard at Yangzhou Port that this sort of fog isn’t limited to Yangzhou, but also found in Shanghai and Hangzhou. Let’s daringly assume, is it that cities with larger populations have the occurrence of the white fog? Yangzhou originally didn’t have much population, but recently a large influx of people gathered, so could it have also produced the white fog?
If this hypothesis holds, and the white fog keeps expanding, instead of passively being cornered, it may be better if we take charge and venture into it ourselves.
Shen Mo’s words held such significant information, once again it took the group a while to respond.
He wasn’t in a rush. He turned his head towards Bai Youwei, inexplicably confident in his heart that she would agree with his suggestion.
“What do you think is in the fog?” Shen MO asked Bai Youwei.
Bai Youwei’s eyes whirled a bit, mimicking his phraseology, “From my experience, there are two possibilities—I’
First, the game environment has expanded, and we are all part of a game where the white fog kills upon contact similar to that frog we encountered;
Second, the game environment has been split; the white fog is a part of a separate reality game, different from the game we have encountered on the road.”
A smile tugged at the corner of Shen Mo’s mouth.
Tan Xiao kind of understood and kind of didn’t, asking her, “Does that mean…we have a fifty percent chance of dying?”
Bai Youwei glanced at him, “Consider this, the first option violates the game’s fairness policy, so I think the second possibility is more likely.”
“Oh…” Tan Xiao nodded.
Being the indecisive type, he usually found Shen MO and Bai Youwei’s words making sense. He hesitated and then asked, “When…when do we go?”
MO looked at Teacher Chang, “You stay here and wait for us…”
“I’m coming too.” Teacher Chang’s tone was sorrowful yet very firm, “As an old man, I’d be just as useless here, might as well go into the fog and see, maybe I can see my parents again.”
Bai Youwei was silent for a moment, then said, “If we really are going…the sooner, the better. Let’s try to get out before it gets dark.”
“We leave after we finish eating,” Shen MO decided.
If Tu Dan were still here she’d probably die of frustration. She’d been struggling with her decision for days, but they casually decided to go after a few sentences.
The white fog, dense and endless.
If you look at it from far away, it resembles an unending spider’s web. When you get up close, it looks like evaporating frost or snow.
Such heavy fog made driving impossible, so the four of them formed a line and began walking. Shen MO was pushing the wheelchair.
The fog was quiet.
The sort of absolute quiet.
There was no chirping of birds, no buzzing of insects, even the wind seemed to stop here.
Under such conditions, where they could see neither the road ahead nor hear any sounds, they walked around for about three to five minutes until the fog started to clear.
The sun’s rays pierced through the fog, lighting up everything brightly—
All four of the fog-traversers were shocked to silence, their eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before them.
All the buildings were combined in strange forms, stacking to form huge walls before their eyes and creating countless winding passages!
The city had morphed into a giant maze!
Tan Xiao walked a few steps forward in shock, touched the “wall” that consisted of power poles, trees, steel bars, tile from single-story houses and vending machines twisted together, turned around with a look of stupefaction and said to Chang Weicai, “Old Chang… I don’t think you’ll find your way home..”
