Chapter 142

Jiang Yuanbai suddenly stopped his words, his eyes fell on the ground beside him, and his lips pursed into a silent straight line.

Mo Yi paused and looked along his gaze. He saw that the dark brown dry film on the floor and wall seemed to have become thinner, evaporated and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the messy and dirty surface of the room beneath it.

The room was filled with an unspeakable quirky smell.

Mo Yi could almost hear the slight "sizzling" sound of the film when it evaporated.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanbai, and saw that he was still staring at the ground not far away in a daze. A trace of dark red blood slowly slid down the corner of his lips, hanging on his chin if he fell.

Mo Yi was stunned and subconsciously said, "You..."

His voice seemed to wake Jiang Yuanbai up, and he seemed to have just woken up from his sleep and turned his head to look at Mo Yi.

Jiang Yuanbai seemed to want to say something, but just now he opened his mouth, more dark red blood gushed out of his mouth. The color of the blood was as dark as sticky mud. The black and red color instantly dyed his chin red and dripped down.

He reached out to catch the dripping blood in a daze, staring at the blood that quickly dyed his fingers and palm lines into strange dark red. It took him a long time to recover.

Jiang Yuanbai began to cough violently, his thin body arched, and trembled as if a dead leaf in the wind in his coughing, and he couldn't control himself.

Mo Yi frowned and quickly stepped forward to support Jiang Yuanbai who was falling down.

Jiang Yuanbai tried hard to suppress his cough, wiped the corners of his blood-stained mouth with his trembling back of his hands, and said in a hoarse voice:

“…I’m fine.”

He looked up at Mo Yi on the side. The film covering the window disappeared as if it had melted. The sunlight that had been blocked outside the window for a long time finally shone into the room. The whole room looked like a disaster scene that had survived the disaster.

Jiang Yuanbai's face looked almost miserable in the sun. He took a deep breath and continued:

"I can feel...my memories are gradually disappearing - being erased, the game does not allow it-"

His voice weakened at the end of the moment, and his eyelids slowly closed. Mo Yi's heart tightened and subconsciously reached out to his nose.

Feeling a faint and moist air flow passing through the cold fingertips, Mo Yi slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

That's great, Jiang Yuanbai just fainted.

Mo Yi slightly relaxed his spine that had been tense since the beginning, moved his arms slightly, adjusted a not-so-awkish position for Jiang Yuanbai, who had fainted, and then shouted:

"Wen Chen! Yuan Rou!"

Shortly after he finished speaking, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps outside the door. After a few seconds, the door of the room was pushed open.

Jiang Yuanrou stood stiffly at the door, her eyes stuck tightly to Jiang Yuanbai, whose arms were slightly straight and tightly stuck to Mo Yi's arms, and her lips were trembling and could not speak.

Mo Yi looked down at Jiang Yuanbai, and then realized how misleading his face was so blue and black and bloody. He quickly explained:

"Yuan Bai is fine, he just fainted."

Jiang Yuanrou seemed to have been drained from her whole body, and reached out to hold the wall beside her to prevent herself from falling down. She took a deep breath, walked over with a not-so-steady step, took Jiang Yuanbai from Mo Yi's arms, and then looked up at Mo Yi:

"I……"

As soon as the first word was blurted out, Jiang Yuanrou's eyes turned red in an instant. She took a deep breath and said in a forced calm voice:

"I contacted my trusted man to deal with the mess and took Yuanbai to another place for treatment."

Mo Yi stood up and nodded absent-mindedly.

He crossed Jiang Yuanrou's half-squatted body and looked not far away - Wen Chen was standing at the door.

He stood in the corridor with a straight body and reappeared in the light. He looked like a black shadow that tore the light apart, or a sharp wedge, making the retina hurt.

Mo Yi looked at him, knowing in his heart that the other party was also looking back at him.

The sound of wind as if it was falling in my ears, and I could not hear anything else.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Jiang Yuanrou's thunderous sound seemed to sound from a faraway place, and it seemed to explode in his ears.

Mo Yi suddenly came back to his senses, withdrew his gaze, looked down at Jiang Yuanrou who was standing in front of him, and saw that she was looking at him with a puzzled look on her face, and repeated:

"How are you?"

"...It's okay." Mo Yi lowered his eyes concealedly and replied: "Today is really a long day."

Jiang Yuanrou raised her hand and rubbed her temples, sighed tiredly: "...Yes."

She patiently asked the question she had just asked again: "Do you need me to ask someone to help you take you back?"

Mo Yi nodded: "Thank you."

After he finished talking to Jiang Yuanrou, he walked towards the door. The distance between Wen Chen and him gradually narrowed. Mo Yi could see the other party's angular face gradually became clear, and those light gray eyes stared at him intently under the light.

He heard Wen Chen's low voice sound:

"Go home?"

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment without a trace, then slowly narrowed his eyes and looked deep into Wen Chen's eyes, as if he was going to look at his naked soul through the dark pupils in the light iris.

——And it seemed that I just wanted to see my narrow and clear reflection in his eyes.

He withdrew his gaze and said calmly:

"Yeah, go home."

The two walked out side by side. The black mucus that was once covered in the corridor next to them and the dark brown film that it had dried up had almost disappeared, but the traces of the destruction in the room were still clearly visible. The sunlight shone into the room from the window, making people feel like they were a different life.

Jiang Yuanrou is very efficient. Looking down from above the stairs, she can see someone walking into the villa with a huge cleaning instrument.

The buzzing roar when the machine started was vibrating in the air, breaking the silence that had just continued to the present.

Wen Chen stared at him in the sun, his lips slightly raised.

Mo Yi saw his lips moving gently, as if he was saying something, but the noisy sound in the room made him unable to hear the other person's voice clearly.

He frowned and raised his voice and asked, "—What did you say?"

Wen Chen looked at him, then leaned closer to his ears—a cold and wet breath brushed across his ears, and Mo Yi heard the other party say:

“The sun is beautiful.”

Mo Yi pursed his lips, turned his head and looked at the light shining through the window pavilion, and an insignificant smile appeared on the corner of his lips:

"……Yes."

The two walked to the door and saw several people walking past their eyes carrying stretchers. On the stretchers were several familiar faces, all guards at the door that Mo Yi had seen before. They were embarrassed, their eyes were closed, and their faces were filled with similar pain and ferocious expressions, as if they were experiencing a nightmare that could not wake up.

The man carrying a stretcher hurriedly walked by, and his figure quickly disappeared from sight.

Mo Yi's eyes stayed on their disappearing back for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "Will they have something to do?"

Wen Chen lowered his eyes and replied calmly: "They haven't been in those "things" for a long time, and they will not be in danger of life."

Mo Yi said without comment: "...so that's how it is."

He with Wen Chen turned his gaze toward the door. A car was already waiting at the door, and someone opened the door for them.

After the two bent down and sat inside the car, the vehicle slowly started.

This time in the city is not at its peak, and the traffic volume is not large. The vehicles are unobstructed and they quickly arrive at their destination.

Mo Yi opened the door with the key, and the two walked into the room one by one. The familiar atmosphere and quiet environment in the room couldn't help but make people feel an indescribable feeling of fatigue.

Wen Chen asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Mo Yi suddenly realized that he had eaten nothing since he woke up this morning. The feeling of fatigue and hunger seemed to be awakened from the depths of his body. He moved his stiff and sore arms and replied:

"……It will be all right."

He hurriedly walked towards the study and said without looking back: "I have a few variables that need to be changed, just make a decision."

Wen Chen called him behind him: "So, have you got the answer you want from Jiang Yuanbai?"

Mo Yi paused his fingers on the door handle of the study room and said ambiguously: "Probably."

After saying that, his palm pressed down, and the door of the study opened in front of him. Mo Yi slowly walked into the room and reached out to press the ceiling light in his room.

The screen in the room was flashing with fluorescent blue light, and the data on it seemed to be moving rapidly, changing at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to capture.

Mo Yi's eyes swept across one of the screens - the number of calculations so far is displayed:

8234702394 times.

He took a deep breath, pulled a chair and sat down, reached out and took out the empty coffee cup that was poured on the table from stacks of messy calculation drafts. There were still mud-colored coffee stains of the same color as the cup. After the table was simply cleaned, it finally became much more refreshing.

Mo Yi slowly placed his hands on the keyboard, his eyes drooping slightly, as if thinking about something.

The slightly loose sleeve slid off the wrist, revealing the ribbon wrapped around the wrist bone.

The cold ribbons as cold as water tightly fit the skin, and the messy patterns on them tangled together like an abstract painting. The bright color contrast deeply hurts the viewer's eyes.

Mo Yi's eyes fell on him for a few seconds, and then he untied the ribbon from his wrist by a devil.

The unknown fabric seemed to have his body temperature, slowly stretching in front of his eyes. Even though he didn't know how long it had been wrapped around his wrist, there was still no crease on it.

The long blood-like silk thread runs through the entire ribbon from beginning to end. The thick black ink dots on it smudge into the main body from the edge of the ribbon, and then spreads along the direction of the silk thread, deeply and shallowly intersecting with the original silvery background, looking strange and harmonious.

The ink color on it is nearly twice as much as the last time I saw it.

Could it be that it was because of the past when he was wrapped in Jiang Yuanrou's villa with those sticky black substances?

After all, the black on it began to spread because he used a ribbon to touch the black viscous substance around Jiang Yuanbai's body when he was in the dungeon.
Chapter completed!