Mo Yi spent the whole night in front of the computer.
The sky outside the window gradually turned pale, and the edge of the deep dark blue sky was gradually infiltrated by the light and bright morning light. The light gray-white light spread into the house from the window, and the sound of typing on the keyboard continued in the silent room. .
His brows were unconsciously frowned, his lips were tightly pursed, and his pale face was printed with a light blue color by the light from the screen.
Mo Yi's posture didn't change much throughout the night.
He subconsciously reached out to pick up the cup on the side and sent it to his mouth, but the weight in his hand was empty. Mo Yi was stunned, and looked down at the cup in his hand, only to find that there was only one layer of coffee left in the cup. Thin, dark coffee grounds,
Mo Yi stared at the coffee grounds at the bottom of the cup for a long time, and it seemed that he finally recovered from his previous engrossment.
He stopped typing on the keyboard, and slowly stretched his stiff back. The bones in his back made a toothache rubbing sound, and the muscles all over his body seemed to be moaning and complaining loudly. Heaviness spread from his shoulders and neck. sour hemp.
The sky in early summer always brightens quickly, and the bright morning light in the sky quickly pushes the dark night sky away, and the light in the sky gradually clears up, signaling the coming of morning.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, there was a layer of light blue and black under his eyes.
Long hours of high-intensity work made him extremely sober and excited, and the conflict between his brain and body made him a little exhausted.
He looked up at the results of his night's work, and then let out a long breath.
The amount of this project is much larger than he imagined, and it is also much more difficult—
This code is not only incomplete, but also has several layers of encryption, which makes Mo Yi's work several times more difficult.
He glanced down at the dial on his wrist, and returned to the computer screen with all his heart.
More than two hours later, Mo Yiding's alarm clock rang, he turned off the alarm, went to the bathroom, took a hasty shower, then packed up and prepared to go out - after all, Jiang Yuanbai is still in a coma If he doesn't wake up, he still has to find out about the situation.
He hesitated for a few seconds before going out, and finally picked up the ribbon from the bedside table and wrapped it around his wrist.
Half an hour later, Mo Yi came to the address that Jiang Yuanrou had sent him before.
It was a villa on the outskirts of the city, not very big, and it could even be considered low-key from the outside.
Jiang Yuanrou personally came to the door to greet Mo Yi. She was far from the distressed appearance in the dungeon. Her makeup was well-dressed and her long dark brown curly hair was coiled behind her head, revealing a bright and gentle face.
She waved familiarly, and smiled at Mo Yi: "You are here."
Mo Yi nodded, walked forward slowly, stood still in front of Jiang Yuanrou, exchanged a few casual greetings, and then asked straight to the point:
"By the way, where is Jiang Yuanbai? I'll go and see him."
A trace of worry flashed across Jiang Yuanrou's face, but she quickly covered up her mood swings and said to Mo Yi, "Come with me."
After finishing speaking, the two walked towards the house one after the other.
The decoration in this villa is as low-key and attractive as the outside, both the hall and the corridor are quite imposing, the floor is covered with thick wool carpets, which completely absorb the sound of the two's footsteps.
Mo Yi followed Jiang Yuanrou upstairs, and stopped in front of a room—
Jiang Yuanrou pushed open the door lightly, and Mo Yi looked into the room, and saw Jiang Yuanbai lying quietly on a big bed in the middle of the room, his pale face almost blending into the sheets of the same color, his eyes tightly closed. Closed, it looks as lifeless as in the dungeon.
As if he had fallen asleep, his chest under the thin quilt rose and fell quietly and slowly.
There are several huge medical instruments beside the bed, and several regularly fluctuating curves are displayed on the light green screens, which seem to be used to monitor Jiang Yuanbai's vital signs, ringing in the quiet room. With a soft beep sound.
Jiang Yuanrou stared at Jiang Yuanbai who was lying on the bed, sighed for a long time, and then said in a low voice:
"Since he left the copy yesterday, he has been like this."
Mo Yi nodded and asked, "What did your doctor say?"
Jiang Yuanrou walked out the door, leaning her slender back against the wall of the corridor, with an expression of exhaustion that could not be concealed on her face:
"It's still the same as yesterday. Yuan Bai's physiology is completely healthy and there is no problem, but he just can't wake up. Most likely it's due to psychological reasons."
Mo Yi turned his head thoughtfully to look at Jiang Yuanbai who was lying on the bed in the room, and pursed his lips slightly:
"It is indeed possible. After all, if the time in real life is used, he stayed in the dungeon for nearly half a month. And what happened in the dungeon...we don't know."
The only person who may know Jiang Yuanbai's state at the moment is Wen Chen, but he is still in a state of deep sleep that consumes too much energy.
Jiang Yuanrou let out a long sigh, stretched out his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, and nodded gently:
"… Yes."
The room is filled with a warm and fragrant atmosphere, and only the monotonous and regular beeping of the machines in the room can be heard in the air.
Mo Yi withdrew his gaze, stepped back a few steps and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
The beeping sound of the machine was isolated in the heavy solid wood door, and the air in the corridor was silent and silent.
Jiang Yuanrou took out a cigarette and put it on his lips, bit it lightly with his teeth, took it off again after a few seconds, and unconsciously stroked the slender lady's cigarette with his fingers, looking preoccupied.
Mo Yi looked at her quietly for a while, then asked abruptly, "Don't you smoke?"
Jiang Yuanrou raised her head as if she had been awakened halfway, smiled in disguise, and then put the cigarette back into her pocket:
"... No, quit."
She looked up at Mo Yi, showing a wry smile:
"How should I put it... It's really not a good feeling to see a loved one who has been lost and is about to be lost again."
Jiang Yuanrou blinked, and when she raised her eyes again, she had restrained all her complicated emotions. She smiled:
"Let's go, let's go to the study and talk."
Mo Yi nodded, followed Jiang Yuanrou to another direction, walked through several corridors, and came to the study.
Hot tea has been prepared inside, and white smoke is curling up.
Mo Yi sat on one of the chairs, stretched out his hands to hold a cup of tea, then looked up at Jiang Yuanrou and asked:
"By the way, I haven't had a chance to ask you before—what was the last dungeon like? My vision has always been limited, and I can't observe the whole picture."
Jiang Yuanrou sat down opposite Mo Yi, also picked up a cup of hot tea, and then said:
"In short... the setting of that dungeon is about the same as what we had guessed at the beginning. Edwin's most evil personality killed the other personalities in his body and became the main personality of the body. His philosophy is also the same as you guessed before. He feels that the human soul is a butterfly bound in a body, and that human life is ugly and dirty... "
Jiang Yuanrou shivered subconsciously, and continued:
"He felt that his act of killing and dismembering people was doing everyone a favor, helping people to free themselves from the body that imprisoned their souls. It was a kind of... art and a kind of beauty."
Mo Yi listened carefully, staring at Jiang Yuanrou through the misty tea mist, only to hear her continue:
"However... According to what I saw after I fell, Edwin's other personalities are not true, kind and beautiful. The two adult personalities are obsessed with curing mental illness, even at all costs , and I think that childhood personality is the phantom of his deformed childhood, the other two personalities are his protectors, and he is a cowardly escaper."
Jiang Yuanrou took a sip of tea lightly, and concluded: "Anyway, they're all quite perverted."
Mo Yi nodded, and then asked, "What happened after you fell?"
Jiang Yuanrou shrugged: "The bottom is actually the red door I saw in the last dungeon, but this time it opened - inside is Edwin's slaughterhouse, and my other information about this dungeon is Found it inside."
Although she said it lightly, Mo Yi had personally experienced that dungeon, and clearly knew its difficulty and hardship.
The thrill and tension leaked from Jiang Yuanrou's words—
"... At that time, I made a mistake and was almost dismembered by Edwin. My leg was broken at that time."
Jiang Yuanrou's fingers holding the teacup tightened slightly, and the fingertips turned slightly white: "But at that moment of crisis... It was like an earthquake, and the whole room began to shake violently and collapse..."
She pursed her lips, and her face was a little pale: "And Edwin, as if he was disturbed by something, stopped, so I had a chance to fight back..."
Mo Yi keenly grasped the key word, and interjected: "Disturbed?"
Jiang Yuanrou nodded, frowned as if remembering something, and then said hesitantly: "Yes, it's like... the TV screen is disturbed by other signals, a bit like the screen freezes."
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and nodded thoughtfully.
interesting.
Jiang Yuanrou who was sitting opposite raised his head to stare at him, and asked softly:
"... Does this have something to do with the gap in the sky I saw after climbing out of the old house?"
She stared deeply at Mo Yi, and continued: "I've never seen the dungeon's sky become like that, I couldn't believe my eyes—"
Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully, and replied:
"Maybe it's related, but I don't know much more than you now, so I can't draw any conclusions..."
He subconsciously stroked the delicate rim of the white porcelain teacup in his palm, and the slightly warm feeling was transmitted to his fingertips:
"All I know now is that this should have a non-negligible connection with Yuan Bai's rescue."
The act of rescuing Jiang Yuanbai this time seems to have touched a certain key point of the entire game. It affects the whole body, and abruptly pulled out several clues and contexts.
It was as if a gold digger saw a little golden reflection in the vast sea of sand, and the indescribable excitement and tension brought by the feeling of finding the evidence couldn't help but make his heart beat faster.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, suppressed the inexplicable emotions in his heart, and suddenly remembered the biggest contributor to this matter, Wen Chen, and couldn't help being a little lost for a while.
And at this moment, as if there was a tacit understanding—
Something soft scratched his palm hanging aside.
The familiar touch, like mist, gently itched over the palm of the hand, and entangled gently like a baby.