Mo Yi was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously tightened his fingers, trying to grasp the strange tactile sensation in his palm.
But his fingertips went straight through the air, catching nothing.
The formless mist hazyly re-gathered, rolled up in Mo Yisong's folded palms, touched every line and every inch of skin in his palm inch by inch, and then slowly spread and passed through him. fingers, lightly rubbing against the back of his hand.
—It feels like interlocking fingers with people.
Mo Yi gave a low cough to cover up, raised his other hand to bring the teacup to his lips, covering his expression.
This feeling is really weird... No matter how you move your fingers, you can't get rid of the soft entanglement between your fingers.
Mo Yi stared down at the light green tea in the cup, subconsciously frowned—
He originally thought that Wen Chen would sleep for a while longer, but he really didn't expect him to wake up so soon... Although he hasn't transformed into a human form yet, he can already appear in the form of mist.
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to be aware of Mo Yi's absent-mindedness, so she stopped her next words and asked worriedly:
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Mo Yi lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, his pale complexion was slightly reddened by the tea mist rising from the teacup, he shook his head and casually said
: "... It's okay, it's just that I haven't rested well."
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to have noticed the slight bluish black under Mo Yi's eyes, and couldn't help frowning worriedly:
"Is there something bothering you? If you need my help, just ask."
Mo Yi was about to shake his head, but he seemed to remember something, and paused slightly: "Actually... there really are."
The computer configuration he is using now is considered high even in the professional field, but it is still a bit difficult to run the decoding algorithm he is trying now, so he now has more urgent needs for hardware, but now more professional The equipment is monopolized by the military, and he has been out for a long time, and he is not ready to return, so it involves too much to use the previous lines and contacts.
Jiang's company happens to be one of the military's high-tech partners.
Jiang Yuanrou listened carefully to Mo Yi's needs, thought for a few seconds, and nodded slowly:
"I'll see what I can do for you."
After receiving Jiang Yuanrou's affirmative reply, Mo Yi slightly hooked his lips and said, "Thank you very much."
The mist that had been wrapping around his hand no longer moved, and seemed to be very satisfied with the state of interlocking his fingers, and he quietly held Mo Yi's fingers.
Mo Yi reluctantly took a sip of the warm tea in the cup, and could only turn a blind eye to Wen Chen's out-of-bounds behavior.
He no longer paid attention to the strange feeling in his palm, and refocused on Jiang Yuanrou, and continued the previous topic and asked:
"And then? What happened after that?"
Jiang Yuanrou replied: "After Edwin was stuck, I found a chance to escape, and then used the terrain to stalemate him until the cooldown time of my props expired, restraining him and counter-killing him. At that time, the villa was basically on the verge of collapse. I dragged my broken leg to dig my way out of the rubble."
She described it in a gentle voice, and Jiang Yuanrou said the thrilling scene in a few words, but it still made people feel slightly nervous.
Mo Yi nodded, and continued to ask: "Apart from that, did you find anything worth noting in the dungeon?"
Jiang Yuanrou thought about it seriously, and then said:
"Hmm... nothing but 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 knowing smile, then lowered his head and took a sip of the slightly cold tea in the cup.
Jiang Yuanrou picked up the teapot with natural movements, and poured half a cup for Mo Yi with smooth movements. The strong tea fragrance rose along with the water vapor, and it smelled fresh and peaceful.
She put down the delicate white porcelain teapot in her hand, but suddenly thought of something, and added:
"However, after the copy is over...it's not the same as before."
Mo Yi looked up at her, quietly waiting for her to continue.
"I seem to have entered a dark space without any light or touch, and then a voice told me that I have passed the entrance test of the senior member club, have you experienced this before?"
"Yes," Mo Yi nodded: "Then what level of member are you now?"
Jiang Yuanrou replied: "C-level, what about you?"
Mo Yi squinted his eyes and said, "Before this dungeon, it was B-level, but now it is A-level."
Jiang Yuanrou widened her eyes in amazement, and said, "...Wow."
Mo Yi briefly introduced some of his rights to member clubs and members to Jiang Yuanrou, and then concluded:
"I've only found this information from it for the time being, half of it is revealed by the game itself, and half of it is my guess."
Now they have basically figured out the gag rules of the game. When two people communicate with each other at different levels of understanding, it will be blocked, such as players and non-players, members and non-members. When the level is at the same stage, it does not prevent the exchange of information between players.
So after opening the branch dungeon, the two dungeons blend by default, and only then can Jiang Yuanrou and Mo Yi exchange information smoothly.
Today, Mo Yi not only met Jiang Yuanbai, who has healthy limbs, but also exchanged information with Jiang Yuanrou. His purpose of coming here today has basically been fulfilled.
He held up the teacup, drank the remaining tea in the cup, then stood up, and said to Jiang Yuanrou:
"I should go too, so I won't bother you anymore."
Jiang Yuanrou stood up and sent him to the door, earnestly inviting him to stay for lunch, but Mo Yi politely refused.
After all, there was a mess waiting for him now in his own apartment.
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In the next few days, Mo Yi forgot to sleep and eat in front of the computer, working day and night upside down.
Four days later, someone knocked on his door. Sophisticated machines and equipment flowed into his door, and then they were assembled properly and carefully, almost arming Mo Yi's study like a high-tech computer room-
Jiang Yuanrou's efficiency was really high, and he got Mo Yi the top prototype of the military in just a few days.
After the delivery of the prototype, Mo Yi focused more on decoding and running the algorithm.
He almost poured all his energy into this, and the high-end and advanced prototype models are used like fingers under his hands.
, almost like his other brain is working day and night.
The previous exercise plan with Shen Lei and others was also put on hold by him. The frequency of Mo Yi's visits to the fitness villa decreased at a rate visible to the naked eye. Every time he went, he seemed to be in a state of absent-mindedness, with his brows furrowed and his mouth lowered. Lowland muttered words, as if he was calculating something. Sometimes when he was on the treadmill, he would suddenly think of something, and then quickly jumped off the machine, and then scribbled something on the small notebook he carried.
Shen Lei once looked at Mo Yi's paintings out of curiosity, but the densely written symbols on them made him dizzy like alien characters in his eyes, and he gave up trying to understand Mo Yi instantly. What the hell is Yi doing.
Wang Zezhi, who knew something about passwords, patted Shen Lei on the shoulder sympathetically, and told him that Mo Yi's writing had at least four layers of encryption, even if someone who knew what he wrote could get his notebook. deciphered.
Mo Yi just forgot to sleep and eat, and spent another period of time without sleep.
Finally, after 48 hours without closing his eyes, Mo Yi's body could no longer resist the protest of his physiological mechanism.
He fell asleep lying on his stomach in front of the three screens that were calculating quickly, with deep dark circles under 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 twilight. Only the three high and low screens in front and the two smaller screens behind were still on. Fluorescent blue light flickers inside.
Mo Yi blinked in a daze, and it took him a long time to realize where he was.
He straightened up, and the thin clothes on his back slid down with his movements, and fell to the ground slumped.
Mo Yi slowly looked down at the clothes on the floor, his chaotic brain was working hard.
—Who covered him with clothes
It seemed that he had just recovered from his fierce and desperate work, and he began to think of some strange phenomena that he had been ignoring for the past two days.
In the first few days, he still lived on takeaway food, but later on... it seemed that the food appeared on his table by itself.
There is also coffee that does not need to be added at all, clean clothes ready at any time...
Mo Yi turned his head to look at the trash can beside him.
It's empty.
The takeaway boxes that were thrown in before seemed to have been cleaned up, and there were no traces of them at all.
Mo Yi raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose—once he started working, he seemed to fall into a strange state. The whole person was deeply immersed in his own thoughts, and he didn't care about external things and changes. Looking back now When I wake up, the state of the previous few days is almost like a long fantasy dream.
In the dream, there are only a few vague pictures, and a lot of data, data, data, code, code, code.
Mo Yi closed his eyes forcefully, then raised his voice and shouted:
"... Wen Chen?"
His hoarse voice sounded in the empty room, startling Mo Yi himself who hadn't heard other voices for several days.
The room was silent and there was no response.
Mo Yi supported the table and stood up, pushed open the door of the study room - the warm yellow light and the aroma of the warm sweet porridge rushed to his senses, almost making him a little overwhelmed.
He squinted his painful eyes pierced by the light and looked into the kitchen. He saw porridge cooking on the kitchen stove, and the long-handled spoon was moving out of thin air, slowly stirring in the gurgling porridge. .
Mo Yi subconsciously hooked his lips, leaned against the door frame and said:
"...Mr. Snail?"
As soon as he finished speaking, under the bright yellow light in the kitchen, the steaming mist gathered, and the outline of a familiar figure slowly became clear.
Wen Chen was standing in the kitchen, and the long-handled spoon that was automatic out of thin air was being held in his slender-knuckle hands.
He stared at Mo Yi, the corners of his lips curled into a gentle arc:
"Oh? Mr. Snail?"
Wen Chen put down the spoon in his hand, walked towards Mo Yi, and smiled softly:
"Do you remember, the young man in the legend ended up marrying a snail girl?"