Chapter 208

Jiang Yuanbai was stunned when he heard this, nodded in confusion: "...still here."

He turned around and walked into the room. When he showed up again, he had already held the dark camera in his hand. He handed the camera to Mo Yi and asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Mo Yi shook his head, reached out to take the camera from Jiang Yuanbai's hand, and then carefully checked the camera overall. The machine was able to work normally. Except for the memory card that was taken down, all the parts inside were complete, and the bulky body was held in his hand and heavy.

He raised his head and looked at Jiang Yuanbai and asked:

"Can I borrow this...can I borrow it?"

Although Jiang Yuanbai did not figure out what Mo Yi wanted to do, he still nodded without hesitation and replied: "Of course, you can give it to you."

Mo Yi curled a smile on his lips: "That's not necessary. I will come back to you after I borrow it."

After saying that, he moved his slightly sore arms, held the camera in his arms and changed his posture, then turned around and walked outward. Seeing this, Jiang Yuanbai quickly chased him from behind, and without saying a word, he hugged the heavy camera from Mo Yi's arms and said, "Let's go, I'll give you a look."

Mo Yi thought about it, nodded and said:

"Thank you."

Less than half an hour later, Mo Yi was sent to his residence by Jiang Yuanbai.

After a simple farewell, he stood at the door with the black camera in his arms. After witnessing Jiang Yuanbai's car slowly driving away from his sight, Mo Yi turned around and walked into the building.

At this moment, he felt the heavy machine in his hand light.

He looked down at his arms in surprise, and saw a slight mist surrounding the inside of his arm, cageing the camera he was holding in his arms.

Mo Yi smiled helplessly: "I can still move this."

A gentle airflow passed through his palms and rubbed affectionately against his skin, bringing a slight itchy touch. Then, Mo Yi felt the fog hidden in his arms flowing in the bend of his arms and refused to dissipate for a long time. He was stunned for a while before finally reacting - just now when Jiang Yuanbai took the camera away from his arms, his fingers rubbed against his arm.

Mo Yi was a little amused and crying. The ring should not work in the real world. Why did he feel that Wen Chen's symptoms became worse after he came back?

He shook his head helplessly and comforted him: "Don't worry, I really won't go to find someone else and won't lie to you."

The force of the fog was slightly loose, and a gentle upward airflow lifted the camera from his arms. The milky white mist enveloped the machine's black shell. The camera then floated in the air and flew upwards.

Mo Yi was shocked and quickly turned his head to look at the environment around him. After confirming that no one had witnessed such a supernatural scene, he hurriedly stepped forward and chased after him a few steps, took out the key and opened the door of the room, allowing the camera floating in the air to slowly fly into the room and land steadily on the table.

He breathed a sigh of relief and brought the door behind him.

Fortunately, the game will not allow players and any game-related clues to be kept in the film and television materials, otherwise he will have to format the monitors in the corridor.

Thinking of the game, Mo Yi's eyes slowly turned cold. He pursed his lips, and his expression on his face was a little depressed.

The game pulled Jiang Yuanrou into the dungeon in advance, and her life and death were uncertain. However, Mo Yi still found some clues to the game during this action.

If it was really as I guessed, the game modified Jiang Yuanrou's time to enter the dungeon in advance, in order to prevent her from passing on the information she found, instead of choosing to directly execute Jiang Yuanrou when she discovered it.

Jiang Yuanbai, who had an intimate and direct communication with the contents of the game, did not lose his life after falling into black and dirty malice, but was tortured repeatedly and continuously, and continuously absorbed and absorbed negative emotions from his body.

This at least shows that this game, which seems to be omnipotent and covers the sky with one hand, also seems to follow certain rules and restrictions - it cannot kill players at will in the real world, but can only use the cruel dungeon to reap the lives of players.

This discovery made Mo Yi half happy and half sad.

The most frightening thing is the opponent who does not follow any rules. Since the game has an unbreakable bottom line, it proves that it must have insurmountable weaknesses, and Mo Yi has the conditions to find and defeat it - but what he worried about is that if his guess is correct, then the game is likely to be not just an existence dominated and swallowed by instinct, but is likely to evolve a higher level of intelligence, so that it can modify its original decisions, so that its behavior can avoid the bottom line it cannot touch.

And... this means that Jiang Yuanrou's situation is probably even more dangerous.

Although it is midsummer now, Mo Yi's fingers are still stiff and cold, as if they are in the cold winter.

He slowly pressed his palm, then quickly walked to the table where the camera was placed, skillfully began to disassemble the heavy machine, and then took the parts he needed to analyze into his room.

Although there are several high-end refrigerators in the study, they still cannot completely dispel the heat generated when the high-speed computer is working hard. The whole room is as hot as a steamer. Mo Yi puts the parts on the table and turns the screen on. The decoding program he wrote himself is still running in the computer. The nearly astronomical number of times is displayed at the top of the screen at the upper right, but the number of successful cracking below is still bright and dazzling-0.

The bright red number pierced Mo Yi's eyes hurt. He lowered his head and his fingers were jumping on the keyboard.

The processors running the decoding program are reduced, and the decoding program is running in the background, so he frees up a space to check the camera he has taken back from Jiang Yuanbai's home to see if it can provide him with any clues.

Mo Yi devoted himself to the work he had.

The light outside the window slowly changed from bright to dim, but he seemed to have not noticed the passage of time at all. All his energy was attracted by the computer screen and mechanical parts in front of him. Finally, he slowly raised his head and moved his neck, which was sour because he had maintained his posture for too long, and then began to stare at the screen in front of him in a daze.

Although... we cannot say that there is nothing strange about it, all index fluctuations are within the normal range.

If you carefully correct it, this data is actually not an abnormality at all.

But based on his keen eye for his training over the years, he always feels that something is wrong with it...

Mo Yi frowned and stared at the screen covered with numbers in confusion in front of him.

What's wrong with that...?

He recalled what Jiang Yuanrou said in the video.

——Follow anything other than the video.

Other than.

Mo Yi suddenly jumped up from the chair, rushed out of the study, picked and picked the parts scattered on the table, separated the power system from the messy desktop, and then carefully carried it back into the study, completely banned the algorithm of his previous analysis of parts, and began to recode it.

His fingers were jumping rapidly on the keyboard, and the blue light of the screen reflected in the dark eyes, so focused that he could no longer see anything else.

Before we knew it, the dark purple edge of the summer night sky outside the window slowly turned white.

Mo Yi finally stopped moving. He rubbed his sore and dry eyes and blinked out physiological tears, but his eyes were still bright and sharp, not like someone who had not closed his eyes all night. He frowned anxiously, and his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed his excessively excited and nervous nerves.

——He now needs a new control group.

At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to suddenly remember his experience in the corridor, and his eyes lit up. He invaded the community's surveillance system without any effort and called out the image he had just entered the door - indeed, it was almost blurry and damaged.

He pursed his lips excitedly, skillfully synthesized a cycle of images and implanted them into the monitoring system, and then ran out of the study for the second time.

Mo Yi stood in a chair and took off the monitor in the corridor, then took it back to the study to start analyzing and calculating.

The addition of new parameters quickly made the situation clear.

——The calculations on the screen finally showed results.

Mo Yi reached out and pinched the bridge of his nose. His fingertips turned blue and white due to the force. He slowly let out a breath and felt the fatigue like a tide surge.

Data is always the most honest witness.

There is no existence in this world that can be completely eliminated. As long as it exists, traces will be left. These are reflected in machines and data, and they are more intuitive. Even if they have been forged and removed, they will leave corresponding clues. Hackers' work in this regard is very similar to detectives. They all need to find these traces, make reasoning and judgments, and draw the most likely conclusions.

Mo Yi had checked the videos and machines that recorded the player's blurred images before, but there was no trace of manual interference. Neither the video itself nor the core processing section in the machine, there was no problem, and there was also option to rule out any external interference.

The power supply system only provides power to the machine.

What are the possibilities for being tampered with?

However, all machines are driven by current-based source power, and even the screen is formed by high-speed impact of electron beams on the light screen.

In the camera's power supply system, Mo Yi found extremely high-quality and precise data pulses, which were the subtle traces left by the most direct tube bundle and control of electrons.

In this world, he finally found clues about the existence of the game.

The way this game controls the entire world is so subtle. It is rooted in the most primitive and tiny cells in this world - everything in the world is driven by it, and there is even biological current in the human mind, and those ghosts and ghosts are also a kind of current in one of the theory.

It's everywhere.

So games are everywhere.

It hides silently and silently under the surface of the world, silently monitoring everyone.

But... until now, what Mo Yi can be sure of is that finding traces of the existence of the game is definitely not the reason why Jiang Yuanrou was targeted by the game and intends to silence her.

He turned his head and looked at the notes he placed at the table before he started.

The date above has not changed.

It's still August 14th.
Chapter completed!