Chapter 133

Mo Yi is slightly stunned and subconsciously tightens his fingers, trying to catch the strange touch in his palm.

But his fingertips went straight through the air and caught the air.

The mist, which had no concrete shape, gathered in the palm of Mo Yisong's loose palms, stroked every line and every inch of skin in his palm inch by inch, and then slowly extended through his fingers and gently rubbed against the back of his hand.

It's like touching your fingers.

Mo Yi coughed in a low and disguised way. He raised his other hand and sent the tea cup 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 entanglement between your fingers.

Mo Yi looks down at the light green tea in the cup and frowns subconsciously -

he thought Wen Chen would sleep for a long time, but he didn't expect that he would wake up so soon Although it has not been transformed into human form, it has already appeared in the form of fog.

Jiang yuanrou seems to be aware of Mo Yi's absence of mind, so she stops her next words and asks anxiously:

"what's the matter? Are you all right? "

Mo Yi drooped his eyes and took a sip of the tea. His pale face was slightly red by the tea mist curling from the tea cup. He shook his head and casually prevaricated:

: " It's OK. It's just that I haven't had a good rest. "

Jiang yuanrou seemed to notice the light blue and black under Mo Yi's eyes and frowned anxiously:

"is there something bothering you? If you need my help, just say so

Mo Yi was about to shake his head, but he seemed to think of something and made a slight pause: "in fact It's true. "

The computer configuration he is using now is quite high even in his professional field, However, it is still difficult to run the decoding algorithm he is trying now, so he has a more urgent demand for hardware. But now the more professional equipment is monopolized by the military, and he has withdrawn for a long time and is not ready to return. It is really involved to use the previous lines and contacts.

Jiang's enterprise is just one of the military's high-tech partners.

After listening to Mo Yi's needs, Jiang yuanrou thought for a few seconds and nodded slowly:

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

After getting Jiang yuanrou's affirmative reply, Mo Yi gently hooked his lips and said, "thank you very much."

The fog that had been twining around his hands was no longer moving. He seemed very satisfied with the state of ten fingers clasping, and quietly closed Mo Yi's fingers.

Mo Yi some helplessly sipped a cup of warm tea, also can only to Wen Chen some cross-border behavior to ignore.

He no longer pays attention to the strange feeling in his palm, and turns his attention to Jiang yuanrou again. Then he asks the previous topic:

"what happened later? What happened after that? "

Jiang yuanrou replied: "after Edwin was stuck, I found a chance to escape. Then I used the terrain to hold him to fight against him. At that time, the villa was basically crumbling. I dragged a broken leg to dig a way out of the rubble."

Her voice gently described the breathtaking scene. Jiang yuanrou said it with a few words, but it still made me feel a little nervous.

Mo Yi nodded and continued to ask, "in addition, do you find anything worth noticing in the copy?"

Jiang yuanrou thought about it carefully and then said:

"well There was nothing more than the abnormal state of the sky after I left the villa - but I don't think I need to say that, do I? "

She shrugged jokingly at Mo Yi.

Mo Yi showed a smile comprehensively, then lowered his head and sipped the tea in the cup.

Jiang yuanrou naturally picked up the teapot and added half a cup of tea to Mo Yi. The strong fragrance of tea rose along with the steam. It smelled fresh and quiet.

She put down the delicate white porcelain teapot in her hand, but something suddenly came to her mind and added:

"however, after the copy is over It's not the same as before. "

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

"I seem to enter a dark space without any light and touch, and then a voice tells me that I have passed the membership test of the senior member club. Have you ever experienced this before?"

"Yes," Mo Yi nodded. "What level of membership are you now?"

Jiang yuanrou replied, "grade C, how about you?"

Mo Yi squinted his eyes and said, "before this copy it was level B, now it's level A."

Jiang yuanrou widened her eyes in amazement and said, "I'm afraid Wow. "Mo Yi gave Jiang yuanrou a brief introduction of some of his rights to member clubs and members, and then concluded:

"I only find these information from it for the time being, half of which is revealed by the game itself, and the other is my guess."

Now they have basically figured out the forbidden rules of the game. When two people communicate at different levels of understanding, the key happiness will be blocked, such as players and non players, members and non members. However, if the game determines that the level of knowledge of two people is at the same stage, it will not prevent the exchange of information between players.

So after opening the branch copy, the two copies blend by default, and then Jiang yuanrou and Mo Yi can exchange information smoothly.

Today, Mo Yi not only met Jiang Yuanbai, who has sound limbs, but also exchanged information and information with Jiang yuanrou. His purpose of coming here has basically been achieved.

He picked up the cup, drank the rest of the tea in one gulp, then stood up and said to Jiang yuanrou:

"I should go too, so I won't bother you."

Jiang yuanrou stood up and took him to the door. He 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.

in the next few days, Mo Yi was working upside down in front of the computer.

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

Jiang yuanrou's efficiency is very high, and in just a few days, he got the top military prototype for Mo Yi.

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

He almost devoted all his energy to it, and the high-end and advanced prototypes worked around the clock like his other brain.

The previous exercise plans with Shen Lei and others were shelved by him. Mo Yi's visits to the fitness villa reduced with the frequency visible to the naked eye. Every time he went there, he seemed to be in an absent-minded state. His brows were locked and his mouth was whispering. It seemed that he was calculating something. Sometimes when he was on the treadmill, he would suddenly think of something and move He quickly jumped out of the machine and scribbled something on the little book he was carrying with him.

Shen Lei once saw Mo Yi when he was writing and painting because of his curiosity. However, the symbols on it seemed to him like alien words, which made him dizzy and bloated. He gave up trying to understand what Mo Yi was doing.

Wang Zezhi, who has some knowledge of the password, patted Shen Lei on the shoulder sympathetically, telling him that Mo Yi's writing has at least four fold encryption. Even if someone who knows the content of his writing gets his book, he can't decipher it.

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

Finally, after 48 hours without sleeping, Mo Yi's body can't resist the protest of physiological mechanism.

He fell asleep in front of the fast calculating three screens, with deep dark circles under his eyes, looking decadent and tired.

When I woke up again, the window was completely dark, and the whole room was a vast twilight. Only the three high and low screens in front and the two smaller screens behind were still on, flashing blue light in the dark room.

Mo Yi blinked a little blankly. Half a day later, he reflected where he was.

He straightened up, and a thin dress on his back slipped down with his movements and fell to the ground.

Mo Yi slowly looked down at the clothes on the floor. His chaotic brain was working hard.

Who made this for him?

It seemed that he had just recovered from his fierce and desperate work and began to think of some strange phenomena which he had been blind to for the past two days.

In the first few days, he still lived on takeout, but later It was as if the meal itself had appeared on his table.

There is no need to add coffee, clean clothes ready at any time

Mo Yi turns to look at the garbage can.

It's empty.

The takeaway boxes that were thrown in before seemed to have been cleaned up, and there was no trace of existence at all.

Mo Yi raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. Once he started to work, he seemed to be in a strange state. The whole person was deeply immersed in his own thoughts and did not care about the external things and changes. In retrospect, the state of the previous few days was almost like a long dream.

In the dream, there are only a few fuzzy pictures, and full of data, data, data, code, code.

Mo Yi closed his eyes and then raised his voice“…… Wen Chen

His hoarse voice sounded in the empty room, which scared Mo Yi, who had not heard other voices for several days.

The room was quiet and there was no response.

Mo Yi stood up with his desk and pushed open the door of his study. The warm yellow light and the sweet smell of sweet porridge pounded at his senses, almost making him feel at a loss.

He narrowed his aching eyes and looked into the kitchen. He saw that porridge was cooking on the kitchen stove. The long handled spoon moved by itself, slowly stirring in the rolling porridge.

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

" Mr. snail? "

As soon as his voice fell, the steaming mist gathered under the Yellow lamplight in the kitchen, and the outline of a familiar figure slowly became clear.

Wen Chen stood in the kitchen, and the automatic long handle spoon was holding in his slender fingers.

He gazed at Mo Yi, his lips pursed into a soft arc:

"Oh? Mr. snail? "

Wen Chen put down the spoon in his hand and came to Mo Yi and said with a gentle smile:

"do you remember that the young man in the legend finally married the snail girl?" 161

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