Mo Yi's brows were tightly furrowed, his fingertips subconsciously rubbed the phone in his hand, and his eyes stared thoughtfully at the blacked-out screen of the phone.
Wen Chen walked up to him when he heard the words, frowned suspiciously, and asked:
"What's wrong?"
Mo Yi raised his head and looked at him as if he had been awakened. There was still a deep mark between his brows, and he said slowly:
"There's something wrong with Jiang Yuanrou."
Wen Chen also frowned slowly, he didn't ask how Mo Yi knew, but said lightly:
"Then what are you going to do now?"
Mo Yi put the phone into his pocket, and his lips were stretched into a sharp line: "Let's go, we have to go to Jiang Yuanrou's house."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi turned around and walked into his study room, took a last look at the lit screens, and checked them roughly. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his algorithm and that it was still running, he walked hurriedly. walked out.
He grabbed the key from the cabinet near the entrance, changed his shoes, and was about to go out.
Wen Chen reached out and grabbed his wrist: "Wait."
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Wen Chen: "What's wrong?"
Wen Chen raised his hand, stroked his hair with his slender fingers, and as his fingertips passed, the water vapor on Mo Yi's wet hair was picked up by some invisible force, and then scattered like a thin mist In the surroundings, Wen Chen's deep voice rang in his ears:
"Your hair is still wet."
When he put down his hands, Mo Yi's hair was completely dry.
Wen Chen's backlit light-colored eyes were almost gray: "It's fine now."
After finishing speaking, his fingertips moved slightly, and the water mist floating in the air gathered instantly as if being pulled, and then gathered as if being tightened, and automatically wrapped around Mo Yi's wrist.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows, watching with interest those tiny drops of water were wrapped in a light white mist, and then slowly wrapped around his wrist, turning into a series of off-white lines.
He stretched out his hand and touched it—the smooth and slightly cool surface gently pressed against his fingertips, and it seemed that there was a real entity to the touch.
Mo Yi looked at Wen Chen suspiciously: "What is this?"
Wen Chen stretched out his hand to gently wrap his wrist around his wrist, rubbing his cold fingertips on his protruding wrist bone, his eyes were drooping, and his pale face showed no expression:
"If you are in danger, it will tell me."
Mo Yi frowned slowly, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something: "Actually, you..."
There is really no need to do this.
But the next words stuck in his throat.
Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, then put down his hands, his sleeves drooped with his movements, covering the inconspicuous gray-white thin line on his wrist, and he solemnly raised his head to look at Wen Chen:
"Thank you."
Wen Chen heaved a sigh of relief, a slight smile finally appeared on his pale face: "Let's go."
Mo Yi nodded, and the two went out the door one after the other.
On the road, Mo Yi was thinking while watching the rapidly changing scenery outside the car window.
He still remembered the words Wen Chen used when he mentioned this matter in the dungeon—the whole meaning of the last dungeon was the gladiatorial fight between Jiang Yuanrou and Edwin—
Mo Yi stared at the car window, his dark eyes reflected the flickering lights outside the window.
And... Wen Chen also said at the beginning that this game will not give up its spoils easily.
He turned his head to look at Wen Chen who was sitting beside him, and asked, "What else do you know about Jiang Yuanbai's current state?"
Wen Chen looked up at him, thought for a few seconds and replied:
"Because this kind of thing happens so rarely, to be honest, I can't be sure what kind of state Jiang Yuanbai is in now. The only thing I know is that Jiang Yuanrou is not very good either physically or psychologically. Stablize."
Mo Yi frowned slowly: "But, didn't you say that Jiang Yuanbai's life was not in danger?"
Wen Chen nodded: "Yes, his life is not in danger, but..."
There was a slight pause between his words, his face turned pale for a moment, Wen Chen's expression remained unchanged, and he continued as if nothing had happened:
"But the physical aspect I'm talking about isn't about his physiology—"
Mo Yi was keenly aware of Wen Chen's strangeness, and stretched out his hand to press the back of his cold hand: "Hey."
Wen Chen could not help but pause, and looked up at Mo Yi.
I saw that his face was unhappy, a pair of darker eyes stared at him tightly, and said in a low voice:
"Did you forget what you promised me?"
Wen Chen seemed to be taken aback, and seemed to have finally come to his senses, he frowned: "Does that count?"
Mo Yi nodded slowly:
"Yes, after all, I didn't know that kind of information would hurt you when I asked the question, so you'd better tell me that kind of answer will make you punished by the game mechanism before answering."
He stared at Wen Chen, and said slowly word by word, with a low and cold voice:
"Then let me choose whether to listen or not to listen."
Mo Yi's eyes were calm, and he simply hinted a cruel fact to Wen Chen——
He will not choose to avoid all the problems that may hurt him just because Wen Chen will be punished, he just needs a bargaining chip to weigh the pros and cons, which ones are worthwhile and which ones are not.
Wen Chen stared at him, hooked the corners of his lips, softening the deep facial lines: "Okay."
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, frowned in bewilderment, and continued in a somewhat inconceivable way:
"So, you get my point...?"
Wen Chen nodded: "Yes."
He leaned forward slowly, staring intently at Mo Yi's face with his light-colored eyes, and said:
"You're always trying desperately to push anyone out and not allow anyone to come near."
Mo Yi frowned, and before he could say anything, Wen Chen continued:
"You probably don't even realize it yourself—you're always taking every opportunity to tell me, directly or indirectly, how ruthless you are, doing everything you can to tell me I don't have to be."
Wen Chen grabbed Mo Yi's palm lightly on the back of his hand with his backhand, and said seriously:
"If you really don't care at all like you said... I—you don't need to say the above at all, but just ask all the questions you want to ask, so as to squeeze out all the value of my use, but you repeat Tell me over and over how heartless you are, don't care about it, hope I see through your appearance and leave by myself."
He lowered his head and branded a kiss on the back of his hand devoutly:
"I just want to tell you that it's not working for me."
The cold lips touched the warm back of the hand, and the temperature brought by it caused Mo Yi to be scalded severely. He subconsciously shrank outwards, but was gripped even tighter.
Wen Chen raised his head and stared at him intently:
"—I really don't have to, but I want to."
Mo Yi took a deep breath, slowly sneered, and said meanly:
"...Maybe I did it just to make you think so that you would go through fire and water for me."
A slight smile slowly appeared on Wen Chen's face, and his light-colored eyes seemed to be filled with solemnity all over the world:
"I can't ask for more."
At this moment, the car stopped, and the driver turned to look at the two of them and said, "Forty-nine yuan."
It was only then that Mo Yi remembered that he and Wen Chen were still in the taxi. He recalled the conversation between the two before, and his ears couldn't help but slowly warm up.
He lowered his head to cover up and coughed, then hurriedly took out a whole bill from his pocket and handed it to the driver, saying:
"… Keep the change, please."
Then he opened the car door and jumped out as if fleeing.
Wen Chen also got out of the car.
In fact, when he got into the car, he put a film between the front seat and the back seat to prevent their conversation from being heard by the driver. Otherwise, when they talked about key topics, they would definitely be directly blocked by the game—if Mo Yi hadn't been distracted, he wouldn't have missed it.
But—be shy...it's really cute.
Wen Chen restrained the overly obvious smile on his face, then walked to Mo Yi's side with a solemn expression, and said in a low voice:
"Let's go."
Mo Yi nodded, and then walked inward.
The area where Jiang Yuanrou's villa is located is a very famous wealthy area in the city, and the security is very tight. If it is not for the owner who lives there, there is basically no possibility of getting in.
Mo Yi stood in front of the carved steel gate and hesitated for a few seconds. When he was hesitating whether to press the doorbell, he heard a soft female voice coming from the small black screen next to the gate:
"Facial recognition has matched, you are welcome to enter."
Mo Yi was taken aback, only to see the door in front of him slowly open, he and Wen Chen looked at each other silently, then walked in one after the other.
If he hadn't been 100% sure about Jiang Yuanrou's accident before, the current situation once again confirmed his guess.
Because only the owner of the house can add a new face to the face recognition of the gate, Jiang Yuanrou's previous strangeness will definitely not be aimless, but a real hint.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and walked inside relying on his memory.
After turning and turning for a long time, they finally came to Jiang Yuanrou's villa. From the outside, it seemed that there was no difference from the last time, lying low-key and quietly in a dense greenery.
It was quiet all around, looking calm and peaceful.
The two of them slowly approached the villa together, and Mo Yi's brows frowned slightly as the distance shortened—he still remembered that when he came last time, there were many guards patrolling and standing guard outside the villa, but this time ... is quiet.
No one stopped them from approaching, and no one came to ask them anything, everything was quiet and scary.
Mo Yi raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Chen, then walked slowly to the door of the villa.
The door was not closed, it was only half-hidden, and it was pitch black inside.
Mo Yi reached out and touched the door lightly, only to see the darker door panel slowly sliding inward along with his strength, revealing the pitch-black room.
A strange smell hit the face, as if it was a mixture of sour asphalt and heavy dust, and there was a faint smell of rust in the air—a familiar smell of blood.
There is no light in the room. It seems that all the curtains are tightly drawn, blocking all the light from the thick and light-proof fabric. The whole room is stuffy and suffocating, filled with a strong sense of depression .
Mo Yi frowned slowly.
He didn't bring a flashlight this time.
Fortunately, he had been to Jiang Yuanrou's villa before, so he still remembered the general layout.
Mo Yi took a few steps inward, and found that what he was stepping on was not the soft and thick long-haired carpet before. The floor seemed to be covered with something sticky and slippery, and it creaked when he stepped on it in the dark.
He frowned slowly, then turned and walked to the wall, fumbling for the light switch on it.
The fingertips touched a piece of cold and sticky, it seemed that the wall was also covered with a layer of gelatinous mucus similar to that on the ground.
Mo Yi endured the nausea in his heart, found a protrusion under the mucus, and pressed it hard.
There was only a muffled clicking sound, and the lights above the head flickered twice, and then turned on again with a sizzling sound.
The whole room was illuminated by the dim light overhead, and only then did Mo Yi see what the whole room looked like now.
The tall floor-to-ceiling windows were not covered with heavy curtains, but a thick layer of gelatinous black mucus, which completely covered all the outdoor lights. The disgusting mucus almost covered the entire room, from the walls to the The ceiling, from the floor to the furniture, has a faint reflection under the light.
The slime also covered the low-key and luxurious chandelier on the ceiling. The lights above the head sizzled as if disturbed, emitting a faint light through the sticky black substance. Gravity slowly stretches—stretches—
Then it fell to the ground with a thud.
The thick black mucus on the wall slowly flowed downwards, leaving deep black marks on the snow-white wall, which looked disgusting and terrifying—through the layer of black substance that filled the room, one could still vaguely recognize it. The house was beautifully decorated and furnished before.
The whole room was filled with that disgusting smell.
It was the first time for Mo Yi to see such a strange phenomenon in reality, and he couldn't help being in a trance for a while, and became more deeply aware of the indistinct connection between reality and the copy.
But—were these all done by Jiang Yuanbai
Mo Yi slowly looked around the disfigured room, feeling secretly startled.
He took a deep breath slowly, and then walked into the room. The sticky and wet vinyl under his feet made a sticky sound with his steps, which was extremely annoying to his ears.
Behind Mo Yi's back, Wen Chen's expression slowly became serious. He was staring at the black jelly-like substance that covered the entire room, and deep and complicated emotions surged in his light-colored eyes.
At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to hear a slight sound coming from the room——
It sounded like footsteps.
He narrowed his eyes slowly, then walked towards the direction of the voice from inside the room.
Wen Chen seemed to realize something, and suddenly raised his head: "Wait—"
Mo Yi's steps paused, and he retreated resignedly, but it was too late, a huge ball of black mucus bulged on the wall beside him, rushing towards him like a tsunami!