After Mo Yi returned to his apartment, he returned to his sleepless, day and night work.
In order to prevent the current overload, the circuit of the room was remodeled on the first day when the instrument was moved in. The dense wires intertwined and shuttled on the walls and in the corners of the room, and the whole study looked like an independent messy planet. generally.
And Mo Yi is the only resident on this planet.
He spends almost all his time in the study room full of buzzing machines. Those fluorescent blue screens are on day and night, densely packed characters are jumping upwards at a dizzying speed, and the computer sends out an excessively long run. The resulting roar was muffled in the airtight room.
Mo Yi's face was pale, with unrested dark circles hanging on his face, and a pair of dark eyes stared fascinatedly at the several screens around him, as if nothing could divert his gaze away from them.
Sometimes he typed rapidly on the keyboard, and sometimes stopped to write and draw in the notebook beside him, and then he would tear off the paper full of messy symbols and graffiti that almost no one could understand, and then he was irritable. The ground was rolled into a paper ball and thrown to a corner of the room.
After a few days of almost crazy, Mo Yi finally stopped his movements.
He stared at the characters on the screen that lit up in the middle, let out a deep breath, stretched out his slender pale fingers, pressed the enter key slightly with his fingertips.
Mo Yi's eyes reflected the rapidly changing numbers and codes on the screen, but his sight had become almost blank.
He blinked slowly, his heavy eyelids drooping downwards, as if all the light and shadows were rapidly going away with the blurred vision, the humming and roaring of the machines in the room and the sound of the door opening seemed to be twisted together A thin ground line turned into white noise that faded into the background.
Then everything sank into darkness.
When Mo Yi opened his eyes again, he stared at the ceiling in a trance, not knowing where he was for a moment, as if all memories and existence disappeared without a trace along with this almost comatose sleep.
He propped up his body with his arms, and slowly looked around, only to realize that he was lying on the bed in the room.
Mo Yi glanced down at the thin quilt on his body, and then struggled to sit up, despite the protests from his sore muscles in his limbs.
Only then did his memory slowly come back.
The door of the room was pushed open, Wen Chen walked in quickly, and stretched out his hand to support Mo Yi's slightly leaning body.
He handed the glass in the other hand to Mo Yi.
Mo Yi raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Chen, then slightly avoided him holding his hands, leaning his weight on the head of the bed, he reached out to take the cup, and said softly:
"Thank you."
As soon as the words fell, he was taken aback by his own voice—his voice was hoarse and terrible, it sounded hoarse and ugly as if it had been smoked.
Mo Yi lowered his head and took a sip of the warm water in the cup, feeling the warm water flowing down his throat and flowing into his lungs, injecting long-lost vitality into his body, as if he was alive again.
He let out a long breath and put the glass on the bedside table beside him.
Wen Chen stood by the bed and looked at him quietly, with long eyelashes drooping quietly, and a pair of light gray eyes staring at him:
"How about it?"
Mo Yi habitually stretched out his hands and rubbed his sore temples, and then answered carefully:
"Not bad, the progress this time is much better than last time."
The code he found in the game is encrypted, so during these sleepless days, he designed an algorithm to decode the operation, and now the only thing he can do is wait.
He closed his eyes tiredly—since he decided to retire, he has never done such extreme mental work. The memories of the past few days have almost become a mess in his mind, only some scattered images appear occasionally before his eyes.
The fluorescent screen and the jumping code characters on it, the wires coiled on the wall and the ground, the coffee cup with a small fish drawn on the table, and the dark brown liquid in the coffee cup reflected under the fluorescent light of the screen. Light gloss.
Wen Chen shook his head, reached out to help Mo Yi rub his temples, and then pressed gently and skillfully:
"I'm asking, how are you doing?"
He emphasized the pronunciation of the word "you", Mo Yi couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and replied dryly:
"Well... not bad."
—Actually, it’s really okay, he usually has a headache for at least a few days before he recovers under such intense work, but now he clearly feels that his body seems to be... better
The slightly cool fingers gently pressed against his temples, rubbing them gently with appropriate and gentle force, the cold touch brought an unexpected calming effect when the skin touched.
The unexpected feeling of relaxation made Mo Yi's movements of trying to get rid of it slightly paused, and he even wanted to close his eyes subconsciously.
His eyes were in a trance for a moment, and then became clear again in an instant - he couldn't help feeling a little hot after realizing his relaxation.
Mo Yi coughed softly, stretched out his hand to hold Wen Chen's fingers, and said in a deep voice:
"That... no, thank you."
Wen Chen's fingers in his palm were cold and slender, with distinct joints like jade, the slightly cold fingertips moved lightly in his palm twice, scratching a small soft part of his palm intentionally or unintentionally skin.
A strange itching rose from the sensitive palm all the way.
Mo Yi let go of his hand as if being scalded, and looked up at Wen Chen.
I saw the other party staring at him uprightly, as if the actions just now were not done by him, and asked knowingly:
"What's wrong?"
Mo Yi gritted his teeth, feeling very dissatisfied with Wen Chen's calmness now, and an impulse rose in his heart, wanting to break his calm expression—it was like prying open the hard shell of a clam, revealing the snow-white and soft clam meat inside.
He narrowed his eyes slowly, stretched out his hand to grab Wen Chen's arm, and then pulled it down hard.
Wen Chen didn't expect Mo Yi's sudden movement, he staggered for a moment, lost his composure and fell to the bed.
His eyes widened slightly, and his aggressive face was so sharp that he looked a little dazed. He could only watch Mo Yi's face approaching him.
Wen Chen's ears instantly turned red, and the temperature on his face gradually rose. .
Mo Yi's face slowly enlarged, Wen Chen could almost see the trembling eyelashes above his dark eyes, and feel his warm breath sprayed on his face—
He involuntarily held his breath.
Mo Yi stopped a few centimeters away from him, then gave a low laugh, and asked knowingly:
"What's wrong?"
Wen Chen also laughed, the tips of his ears were still red, then he quickly moved over and rubbed against his lips.
Seeing the uncontrollable smile on Wen Chen's lips, Mo Yi couldn't help frowning, feeling deeply that he had lost his wife and lost his army, but the corners of his mouth could not help but raise a slight arc.
He coughed twice, suppressed the smile on his lips, and tightened his face again:
"Okay, get up quickly."
Wen Chen stood up obediently, Mo Yi lifted the thin quilt covering him, and got off the bed.
He subconsciously glanced at the electronic watch beside his bed, and his eyes stayed on the date on it for a few seconds—
There are still two days before the next copy.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression faded again, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
At this moment, he heard Wen Chen say behind him: "By the way, Jiang Yuanrou has sent text messages in the past two days."
He paused: "But he didn't call."
Mo Yi was taken aback, nodded thoughtfully, and replied, "I see."
He had informed Jiang Yuanrou in advance before entering work this time, so she didn't call to bother her, and since she had sent him a text message, it meant that she had something important to tell him matter.
The only possibility is...Jiang Yuanbai.
Mo Yi closed the bathroom door behind him, turned on the hot water faucet, and the hot and humid water vapor instantly rose with the water column, covering the cold mirror with a thin layer of white mist.
While taking off his clothes, he slowly recalled Jiang Yuanbai's abnormal reaction when he saw him last time, and he couldn't help pursing his lips.
Mo Yi's gaze accidentally fell on his arm, and he saw that the silk ribbon was properly wrapped around his forearm at the moment.
Only then did he remember that after winding it up last time, he forgot to take it off because he was obsessed with work.
Under the transpiration of water vapor, the blood-red lines and black ink stains on the surface moved gently as if they were alive.
Mo Yi couldn't help being slightly startled, and stared at it again - it seemed to have turned into a lifeless ball again, as if what he saw just now was just his illusion.
He pursed his lips, untied the ribbon from his arm, and looked at it carefully for a while.
I don't know why, but Mo Yi always feels that the pattern on it seems to be different from what he saw before...
After more than half an hour.
Mo Yi walked out of the bathroom, picked up the mobile phone on the table beside him, and clicked on several text messages sent to him by Jiang Yuanrou. There was no detailed explanation of the reason why she was looking for him, but there was an obvious sense of love between the lines. anxious.
He frowned slowly and dialed the phone back.
The beeps in the microphone rang a few times, and it took a while for the other party to pick it up. Jiang Yuanrou's voice sounded from the microphone:
"Hey, Mo Yi! You're done working! It's really rare!"
Her voice sounded light and cheerful, and she greeted Mo Yi carefree.
Mo Yi frowned slowly and asked, "...are you alright?"
Jiang Yuanrou quickly replied: "It's okay, oh, you said I sent you a message, it's just that I'm sensitive, just don't worry about it."
Mo Yi frowned even tighter, and asked tentatively, "How does Yuan Bai feel after waking up?"
Jiang Yuanrou smiled heartily:
"He's fine. He may not have adapted very well when he woke up at first, but he recovered quickly, and he kept asking about you, saying that he must thank you if he has time."
After exchanging a few words of pleasantries, the two hung up the phone.
But Mo Yi's complexion was still not very good. He stared at the phone screen with a heavy complexion, then looked up at Wen Chen who came over and said:
"... something happened to Jiang Yuanrou."