Jiang Yuanbai stopped speaking suddenly, his eyes fell on the ground beside him, his lips were pursed into a silent straight line.
Mo Yi paused, followed his line of sight, and saw that the dark brown dry film on the floor and walls seemed to have become thinner, evaporating and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the devastated Messy and dirty room surfaces.
There was an unspeakable strange smell in the room.
Mo Yi could almost hear the slight "sizzling" sound as the film evaporated.
He turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanbai, only to see that he was still staring at the ground not far away, a trace of dark red blood slowly slid down the corner of his lips, hanging on his chin undefeatedly.
Mo Yi was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "You..."
His voice seemed to have awakened Jiang Yuanbai, as if he had just woken up from a dream, he turned his head to look at Mo Yi.
Jiang Yuanbai seemed to want to say something, but just as he opened his mouth, more dark red blood gushed out of his mouth. The color of the blood was as deep as sticky mud, and the black and red color instantly turned red His chin was dripping down tick-tock.
He stretched out his hand to catch the dripping blood in a daze, and stared at the blood that quickly dyed his fingers and palm lines into a strange dark red in a trance, and it took him a long time to recover.
Jiang Yuanbai began to cough violently, his thin body arched, trembling in the hoarse coughing like a dead leaf in the wind, uncontrollably tilted to one side—
Mo Yi frowned, and quickly stepped forward to support Jiang Yuanbai who fell down.
Jiang Yuanbai managed to suppress his cough, wiped the corner of his blood-stained mouth with the trembling back of his hand, and said in a hoarse voice:
"... I'm fine."
He looked up at Mo Yi, who was beside him. The film covering the window disappeared as if it had melted at this moment. The sunlight that had been blocked out of the window for a long time finally shone into the room at this moment. The disaster scene in general.
Jiang Yuanbai's face looked almost pale under the sun. He took a deep breath and continued:
"I can feel... my memory is fading—is being wiped, the game doesn't allow—"
His voice weakened in an instant at the last moment, and his eyelids were slowly closed. Mo Yi's heart tightened, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand towards his nose.
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the weak and moist air blowing over his icy fingertips.
Great, Jiang Yuanbai just passed out.
Mo Yi slightly relaxed his back that had been tense from the beginning just now, moved his arms a little, adjusted a less awkward posture for Jiang Yuanbai who fainted, and then shouted:
"Wen Chen! Yuan Rou!"
Not long after he finished speaking, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door, and within a few seconds, the door of the room was pushed open.
Jiang Yuanrou stood stiffly at the door, her eyes stuck tightly to Jiang Yuanbai in Mo Yi's arms, her lips trembling and unable to speak.
Mo Yi lowered his head and glanced at Jiang Yuanbai, only then realized how misunderstood his pale blue face covered with black blood, he quickly explained:
"Yuan Bai is fine, he just passed out."
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to be drained of all strength, she reached out to hold onto the wall beside her to prevent herself from falling down, she took a deep breath, walked over with unsteady steps, and took Jiang Yuanrou from Mo Yi's arms. Yuan Bai then looked up at Mo Yi:
"I… "
As soon as the first word was blurted out, Jiang Yuanrou's eye circles turned red instantly. She took a deep breath, and then said in a forced and calm voice:
"I contacted trusted men to deal with this mess, and sent Yuanbai elsewhere for treatment."
Mo Yi stood up and nodded absently.
He looked over Jiang Yuanrou's half-squatting body and looked not far away—Wen Chen was standing at the door.
He stood upright in the reappearing lights in the corridor, looking like a black shadow that forcibly tore apart the light, and like a sharp wedge that hurt people's retinas.
Mo Yi stared at him, knowing in his heart that the other party was also looking back at him.
There seemed to be a whistling wind in my ears, but I couldn't hear anything else.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Jiang Yuanrou's thunderous voice seemed to sound from far away, and seemed to explode in his ears.
Mo Yi suddenly came back to his senses, withdrew his gaze, and looked down at Jiang Yuanrou who was standing in front of him, only to see that she was looking at him suspiciously with her face up, and repeated in her mouth:
"How are you?"
"...It's okay." Mo Yi lowered his eyes in a concealed manner, and replied, "Today is really a long day."
Jiang Yuanrou raised his hand to rub his temples, and sighed wearily: "... yes."
She patiently asked the question she had just asked again: "Do you need me to find someone to help you go back?"
Mo Yi nodded: "Thank you."
After he finished talking with Jiang Yuanrou, he walked towards the door. The distance between Wen Chen and him gradually narrowed. Mo Yi could see the sharp-edged face of the other party gradually became clear, and those light gray eyes focused on the light. stared at him.
He heard Wen Chen's deep voice:
"Going home?"
Mo Yi was stunned for half a second, then slowly narrowed his eyes, looking deeply into Wen Chen's eyes, as if he wanted to stare at his naked soul through the dark pupils in the light-colored irises.
—and it seemed that he just wanted to see his shrunken and clear reflection in his eyes.
He retracted his gaze and said calmly:
"Well, go home."
The two walked out side by side. The black mucus and the dark brown film formed after it dried up in the corridor around them have almost disappeared, but the traces of the devastation in the room are still clearly visible, and the sunlight shines into the room from the window In the middle of it, it makes people feel like a world away.
Jiang Yuanrou's people were very efficient. Looking down from the top of the stairs, one could already see someone approaching the villa carrying a huge cleaning instrument.
The humming roar of the machine when it was started vibrated in the air, breaking the silence that had lasted until now.
Wen Chen stared at him in the sunlight, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Mo Yi saw his lips moving slightly, as if he was talking about something, but the noisy sound in the room made it impossible for him to hear the other party's voice clearly.
He frowned, raised his voice and asked, "—what did you say?"
Wen Chen looked at him, and then leaned closer to his ear—the cold and moist breath brushed against his ears, and Mo Yi heard the other party say:
"The sun is beautiful."
Mo Yi pursed his lips, glanced sideways at the light shining through the window, and showed an indistinct smile on the corner of his lips:
"… Yes."
When the two walked to the door, they saw a few people carrying a stretcher passing in front of their eyes. On the stretcher were a few familiar faces, all of whom were guards at the door that Mo Yi had seen before. They looked embarrassed, their eyes were closed tightly, and their faces were filled with similar expressions of pain and ferocity, as if they were experiencing a nightmare from which they could not wake up.
The figure carrying the stretcher hurried past, and the figure quickly disappeared from sight.
Mo Yi's eyes lingered on their disappearing backs for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "Will something happen to them?"
Wen Chen lowered his eyes, and replied calmly: "They didn't stay in those "things" for a long time, and it stands to reason that their lives would not be in danger."
Mo Yi said noncommittally: "...that's it."
He withdrew his gaze and walked towards the door with Wen Chen. A car was already waiting at the door, and someone opened the door for them.
After the two bent down and got into the car, the car started slowly.
This time in the city is not the peak period, the traffic flow is not large, the vehicles are unimpeded all the way, and they will soon reach the destination.
Mo Yi opened the door with the key, and the two walked into the room one after the other. The familiar atmosphere and peaceful environment in the room made people feel an indescribable sense of fatigue.
Wen Chen asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Only then did Mo Yi suddenly realize that he hadn't eaten anything since waking up this morning. The feeling of exhaustion and hunger seemed to be awakened from the depths of his body at this time. He moved his stiff and sore arms, replied:
"… It will be all right."
He walked towards the study in a hurry, and said without looking back: "I have a few variables that need to be changed, you can decide."
Wen Chen stopped him behind him: "So, did you get the answer you wanted from Jiang Yuanbai?"
Mo Yi paused slightly with his finger on the study doorknob, and said ambiguously, "Probably."
After finishing speaking, he pressed his palms down, and the door of the study opened in front of him. Mo Yi walked into the room slowly, reached out and turned on the ceiling light in his room.
The screen in the room flickered with fluorescent blue light, and the data on it seemed to be moving rapidly without stopping, changing at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch.
Mo Yi's gaze swept over one of the screens—the number of calculations so far was displayed on it:
8234702394 times.
He took a deep breath, pulled a chair and sat down, stretched out his hand to take out the empty coffee cup on the table from the piles of messy calculation drafts, and there was still muddy color of the same color as the cup inside. The coffee stains and the front of the table finally became much cleaner after being cleaned up briefly.
Mo Yi slowly put his hands on the keyboard, his eyes drooped slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
The slightly loosened sleeves slipped from the wrists, revealing the ribbons wrapped around the wrist bones.
The silk ribbon, which is as cold as water, is tightly attached to the skin, and the messy patterns on it are entangled like abstract paintings, and the sharp color contrast deeply hurts the eyes of the viewer.
Mo Yi's gaze fell for a few seconds, and then he untied the ribbon from his wrist like a ghost.
The unknown fabric seemed to still carry his body temperature, and it slowly unfolded in front of his eyes. Even though he didn't know how long it had been wrapped around his wrist, there was still no crease on it.
The long blood-like silk thread runs through the entire silk ribbon from the beginning to the end, and the thick black ink spots on it smudge into the main body from the edge of the silk ribbon, and then spread along the direction of the silk thread, deeply and shallowly resembling the original The silver and white backgrounds look weird and harmonious.
The ink on it was nearly twice as thick as the last time I saw it.
Could it be caused by being wrapped in those sticky black substances in Jiang Yuanrou's villa before
After all, the black on the top began to spread, because he touched the black sticky substance around Jiang Yuanbai's body with a ribbon when he was in the dungeon—
Mo Yi reached out and stroked the remaining blank space on the ribbon, his gaze sank.