322 7.12 Moshe's Toy

Lu Yizhou woke up to the sound of sobbing beside his ears. He squinted his eyes against the sunset glow filtered in through the window, buried his head deeper into the pillow and groaned. [Shut up, 666.]

[666: W—What?! It's not 666! Why should 666 cry for you, Host?! It's not like you're dead!]

Lu Yizhou: "..." He still recalled the time when 666 cried nonstop when he had a heart attack in the first world. Truly, his system had been corrupted.

…Alright, if it's not 666 then who? Lu Yizhou painstakingly pieced together a semblance of clarity to remember what had happened previously. Right… Zion, the fight, the cinema and then… Moshe. Lu Yizhou faintly recalled Moshe sitting beside him but at that time, he had been too delirious to register what he was saying. It seemed like he blacked out at that moment and then…

"Brother!" A cry sounded beside him, almost startling him into jumping. "Brother, you're awake!"