Chapter 133

Mo Yi was slightly stunned, subconsciously tightened his fingers, trying to catch the strange touch that was moving in his palm.

But his fingertips passed through the air and caught the air.

The mist without specific shapes gathered again hazyly, and rose in Mo Yi's loose palm, stroking every pattern and every inch of skin in his palm inch by inch, then slowly stretched, passing through his fingers, and gently rubbing against the back of his hand.

——It feels like it is connected to someone’s fingers.

Mo Yi coughed softly in disguise, raised his other hand and sent the teacup to his lips to cover his expression.

This feeling is so strange... No matter how you move your fingers, you can't get rid of the soft tangling between your fingers.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes and stared at the light green tea in the cup, subconsciously frowned-

He originally thought Wen Chen would sleep for a while, but he really didn't expect that he would wake up so quickly... Although he had not yet turned into a human form, he could already appear in the form of fog.

Jiang Yuanrou seemed to realize that Mo Yi was absent-minded, so she stopped her next words and asked with some concern:

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Mo Yi lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea. His pale face was steaming with a slight redness caused by the fog rising from the tea cup. He shook his head and casually evaded.

:"...It's okay, it's just that I haven't had a good rest."

Jiang Yuanrou seemed to notice the shallow blue and black under Mo Yi's eyes, and couldn't help but frown with worry:

"Is there something bothering you? If you need my help, just speak up."

Mo Yi was about to shake his head, but he seemed to remember something and paused slightly: "In fact... it really is."

The computer configuration he is now using is considered high even in the professional field, but it is still a bit difficult to run the decoding algorithm he is trying to do now, so he now has a more urgent need for hardware, but now more professional equipment is monopolized by the military, and he has withdrawn for a long time and is not ready to return. It involves too much using the previous lines and connections.

Jiang's Enterprise happens to be one of the military's high-tech partners.

After listening to Mo Yi’s needs carefully, Jiang Yuanrou thought for a few seconds and nodded slowly:

"I'll go see what I can do for you."

After receiving Jiang Yuanrou's affirmative answer, Mo Yi curled his lips gently and said, "Thank you."

The mist that had been entangled in his hands no longer moved. He seemed very satisfied with this state of intertwined fingers, quietly gathering Mo Yi's fingers.

Mo Yi took a bite of the warm tea in the cup helplessly, and could only turn a blind eye to Wen Chen's behavior of crossing the line.

He no longer paid attention to the strange feeling in his palm, and focused again on Jiang Yuanrou, and then asked the previous question:

"What happened later?"

Jiang Yuanrou replied: "After Edwin was stuck, I found a chance to escape, and then used the terrain to stalemate with him until the cooling time of my props ended, and he was suppressed and killed. At that time, the villa was basically shaking. I dragged a broken leg to death and digged a road out of the rubble and ran out."

Her voice was described gently, and the thrilling scene was said lightly by Jiang Yuanrou in just a few words, but it still made people feel a little nervous.

Mo Yi nodded and continued to ask: "Apart from that, have you found anything worth noting in the dungeon?"

Jiang Yuanrou thought about it seriously and said:

"Well... there is nothing except the abnormal state of the sky after I left the villa-but I don't think I need to say this, right?"

She shrugged at Mo Yi jokingly.

Mo Yi smiled with understanding, then lowered his head and took a sip of the slightly cool tea in the cup.

Jiang Yuanrou picked up the teapot naturally, and added half a cup to Mo Yi in a flowing manner. The strong tea fragrance rose up along the steam, and it smelled fresh and quiet.

She put down the exquisite white porcelain teapot in her hand, but seemed to suddenly think of something, adding:

"However, after the copy ends... it's not the same as before."

Mo Yi looked up at her and waited quietly for her to continue talking.

"I seemed to have entered a dark space without any light or touch, and then a voice told me that I had passed the senior member club entrance test, have you experienced this before?"

"Yes," Mo Yi nodded: "Then what level are you now?"

Jiang Yuanrou replied: "Class C, where are you?"

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "Before this dungeon, it was level B, now it is level A."

Jiang Yuanrou widened her eyes in amazement and said, "...Wow."

Mo Yi briefly introduced some of his authority over member clubs and members to Jiang Yuanrou, and then concluded:

"I have only found this information from it for the time being, half of it was revealed by the game itself, and half of it was my guess."

Now they have basically figured out the rules of the game's ban. When two people communicate at different levels of awareness, they will be blocked, such as players and non-players, members and non-members. However, if the game determines that the two people's cognitive level is at the same stage, it will not prevent the exchange of information between players.

Therefore, after turning on the branch copy, the two copies blend by default, and then Jiang Yuanrou can communicate information smoothly with Mo Yi.

Today, Mo Yi not only met Jiang Yuanbai with strong limbs, but also exchanged information with Jiang Yuanrou. His purpose of coming here today has basically achieved all of his goals.

He held up the tea cup, drank the remaining tea leaves in the cup, then stood up and said to Jiang Yuanrou:

"It's time for me to leave, so I won't bother you."

Jiang Yuanrou stood up and sent him to the door, and sincerely invited him to stay for lunch, but Mo Yi politely refused.

After all, there is still a mess waiting for him in his own apartment.

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In the next few days, Mo Yi was working day and night in front of the computer.

Four days later, someone knocked on his door, and high-end machines and equipment were sent into his door like flowing water, and then they were properly and carefully assembled, almost arming Mo Yi's study into a high-tech computer room-

Jiang Yuanrou's efficiency is really high. She got Mo Yi the top prototype in the military in just a few days.

After the prototype was delivered, Mo Yi became more focused on decoding and running the algorithm.

He almost injected all his energy into this, and the high-end and advanced prototype models were like finger arms under his hands.

, almost like another brain, running day and night.

His previous exercise plan with Chen Lei and others was also put on hold. Mo Yi's number of times he went to the fitness villa was reduced by a frequency visible to the naked eye. Every time he went there, he seemed to be in a state of absent-mindedness, frowning and muttering words in his mouth, as if he was calculating something. Sometimes when he was on the treadmill, he would suddenly think of something, then quickly jumped off the machine, and then scribble on the small notebook he carried with him.

Chen Lei also looked at Mo Yi a few times while writing and painting because of curiosity, but the dense symbols on it were written in his eyes, which made him dizzy like alien words, and instantly gave up to understand what Mo Yi was doing.

Wang Zezhi, who knew some of the password, patted Chen Lei on the shoulder sympathetically and told him that the things Mo Yi wrote were at least four levels of encryption, and even if someone who knew what he wrote could not decipher his notebook after getting his notebook.

Mo Yi just forgot to eat and sleep, and spent another period of time without sleeping.

Finally, after not closing his eyes for 48 hours, Mo Yi's body finally couldn't resist the protest of physiological mechanisms.

He fell asleep in front of the three screens that were quickly calculating. He had deep dark circles in his eyes, looking decadent and tired.

When I woke up again, it was completely dark outside the window, and the whole room was filled with a vast twilight. Only the three high and low screens in front and the two smaller screens behind me were still lit, and there was a fluorescent blue light flashing in the dark room.

Mo Yi blinked in a daze, and it took him a long time to realize where he was.

He straightened up, and a thin piece of clothing on his back slid down with his movements, falling to the ground dejectedly.

Mo Yi slowly looked down at the clothes on the floor, and his chaotic brain was running hard.

——Who covered him with clothes?

He seemed to have just recovered from his previous fierce and desperate work state, and began to think of some strange phenomena that he had been turning a blind eye to the past two days.

In the first few days, he still lived on takeaway, but later on... it seemed that the food appeared on his table by himself.

There is also coffee that does not require hands-on additions, and clean clothes are ready at any time...

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the trash can beside him.

Empty.

The takeaway box that I threw in before seemed to have been cleaned up, and there was no trace of it before.

Mo Yi raised his hand and pinched his nose bridge. Once he started working, he seemed to be in a strange state. He was deeply immersed in his thoughts and had no concern about external things and changes. Looking back now, his state in the past few days was almost like a long dream.

There are only a few blurry scenes in the dream, as well as a lot of data, data, data, code, code, code.

Mo Yi closed his eyes hard, then shouted:

“…Wen Chen?”

His hoarse voice rang in the empty room, shocking Mo Yi, who hadn't heard other sounds for several days, was shocked.

The room was quiet and there was no response.

Mo Yi stood up with the table and pushed open the door of the study. The warm yellow light and the fragrance of the warm sweet porridge suddenly rushed towards his senses, almost at a loss.

He narrowed his eyes and looked into the kitchen, which was so painful that he was stabbed by the light. He saw porridge being cooked on the stove in the kitchen, and the long-handled spoon was moving out of thin air, slowly stirring in the tumble and rolling porridge.

Mo Yi subconsciously curled his lips and leaned against the door frame and said:

“…Mr. Tiansai?”

As soon as he finished speaking, under the yellow light in the kitchen, the storm of the fog gathered, and the outline of a familiar figure slowly became clear.

Wen Chen stood in the kitchen, and the long-handled spoon that was automatically held out of thin air was in his slender hands.

He stared at Mo Yi, his lips pursed into a soft curve:

"Oh? Mr. Tiansnail?"

Wen Chen put down the spoon in his hand, walked towards Mo Yi, and laughed softly:
Chapter completed!