Mo Yi then stayed in the study for nearly eight hours.
The room was filled with the humming roar of the machine running, and the sound of keyboard tapping was like flowing water, constantly blending into the background sound of the room.
The glowing blue light illuminated Mo Yi's expressionless face, and the high browbones cast a deep shadow on his face, covering the sunken eye sockets, staring at the small square in front of him without distraction.
It has to be said that Jiang Yuanbai's information provided him with a new way of thinking.
He is now using these ideas to modify his previous algorithm.
Mo Yi stopped typing on the keyboard, calmly and peacefully stared at the screen in front of him, and let out a slow breath.
I have to say, this time it went well.
He lowered his eyelashes and glanced at the dial on his wrist - there were less than twenty hours left before he entered the instance next time.
Mo Yi raised his eyelids, moved his fingertips slightly, and pressed the Enter key on the keyboard.
With a crisp sound when the keycap was pressed down, the number on the screen on the right that had been stagnant for a long time began to change again, and the number on it increased rapidly over time.
Mo Yi stood up from the table, opened the door of the study and walked out.
Wen Chen raised his head from the sofa and asked, "How is it?"
Mo Yi stretched his stiff back, nodded and replied, "Fortunately, progress has been made."
While talking, he walked into the kitchen and saw a few simple meals warming on the stove.
Mo Yi ate some absently, put the empty rice bowl in the dishwasher, washed it as quickly as possible, then turned and walked to his room.
He sets an alarm on his phone to make sure he wakes up within ten hours before entering the game.
Mo Yi paused at the door, then turned to look at Wen Chen who was sitting on the sofa, and said in a low voice:
"Good night."
After finishing speaking, he closed the door behind him.
Wen Chen stared at the tightly closed door, lowered his eyes slightly, the long eyelashes left thin shadows in the deep eye sockets, and his face was still expressionless.
He stood up silently, and walked slowly to the door, his steps were as silent as a cat's.
Wen Chen pursed his lips hesitantly.
He raised his hand, and his bony palms were placed parallel to the door panel not far away. The distance of a few centimeters between the palm and the door panel seemed to be impossible to bridge, and it hung so steadily in mid-air.
He knew that now Mo Yi could already perceive his foggy presence.
But he didn't want to give up an opportunity to be so close to Mo Yi.
This made Wen Chen a little overwhelmed for a moment.
At this moment, he heard Mo Yi's muffled voice coming from inside, and it sounded a little distorted through the door panel:
"...I heard you at the door."
Wen Chen froze: "..." Seriously, how did he do it
The muscles all over his body tensed up, and he couldn't find the words to answer for a while, so he could only remain silent in embarrassment, scratching his stomach and thinking hard about what to say.
Just then, there was a soft, almost inaudible sigh from inside the door.
Mo Yi's voice sounded a little frustrated and helpless: "...Forget it, come in."
Wen Chen's eyes lit up suddenly, as if he was afraid of Mo Yi's regret, he pushed open the door and walked in quickly, then closed the door behind his back lightly and quickly.
The overhead light in the room has been turned off, only the desk lamp on the bedside table is still on, Mo Yi is sitting with his back against the head of the bed, the yellow and dim light of the small desk lamp prints soft lines on his profile.
The light accumulated on his deep collarbone like running water, and a small piece of skin at the junction of the shoulder and neck was illuminated with a warm texture, as if it would glow, attracting people's eyes.
Wen Chen's eyes could not help falling on that small piece of skin.
Mo Yi raised his eyes to look at him, pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, and then emphasized in a louder voice:
"... This time is really the last time!"
Wen Chen nodded absent-mindedly, as if he didn't listen to Mo Yi's words.
Mo Yi restrained his urge to raise his hand again, took a deep breath to suppress the vague sense of regret in his chest, and couldn't help feeling that he seemed to have made a wrong decision.
Wen Chen had already walked over, Mo Yi yawned, tiredness struck again, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Wen Chen, then moved into the bed, and said in a low voice:
"Turn off the lights."
Wen Chen obediently stretched out his hand to turn off the desk lamp, and the room returned to darkness in an instant.
Mo Yi felt that the bed beside him was sunken by gravity, and the mattress below made a slight creaking sound in the dark.
The slightly cold breath dissipated, like the moist and cool smell in the pine forest after rain, which was extraordinarily calming.
Mo Yi closed his eyes, feeling his senses slowly sinking into the darkness, as if the shackles tightly wrapped around his heart finally opened a small gap, so that he could finally catch his breath.
Although he never showed it, Mo Yi knew very clearly in his heart that the impact of being surrounded by that black substance in Jiang Yuanrou's villa had not been as small as it seemed on the surface.
He clearly remembered what it was like to be plunged into that bottomless darkness.
Cold, hopeless, dirty, unable to break free, unable to escape.
The invisible, soundless and colorless darkness dragged him down into the sunless seabed like muddy tentacles, the suffocating pressure pressed heavily on every skin on his body, and the cold sea water poured into the eardrums.
Even after the feeling of weightlessness brought about by the fall was removed from the black mucus, it still lingered around his body like a necrosis attached to the bone, and was then covered up by Mo Yi calmly.
Although it has been so long, Mo Yi is used to having the same dream after another.
But this time is different.
It was as if the nightmare that had entangled him for many years suddenly came true, breaking through the boundary between reality and illusion and invading into reality was frightening, as if he had lost control of everything.
This feeling sucks—
Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, suppressing his ups and downs again.
And at this moment, he heard Wen Chen's voice from the side of his pillow:
"today… "
Mo Yi opened his eyes, staring at the shadow that seemed to be changing faintly in the darkness in front of his eyes, quietly waiting for Wen Chen's next words.
Wen Chen continued to speak, his voice didn't seem to fluctuate: "Jiang Yuanbai... you hugged him."
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, not following Wen Chen's train of thought, and subconsciously said, "Huh?"
His voice was still low and gentle, but Mo Yi seemed to hear a strange grievance: "At the villa today, I saw you hugging Jiang Yuanbai."
Now that Mo Yi finally followed Wen Chen's train of thought, the expression on his face couldn't help being a little subtle:
"...that's because he passed out."
There was silence in the darkness, Mo Yi could only hear the sound of his own breathing in the quiet night, as if all sounds had been silenced.
Wen Chen said without warning, "Oh."
His voice was steady without any ups and downs: "I'm a little dizzy."
Mo Yi: "..."
He turned around on the bed a little ironically, and looked at Wen Chen who was lying on the other side of the bed in the dark.
Wen Chen also turned his head to look at Mo Yi, his face was blurred in the darkness, Mo Yi could only see half of the dim line illuminated by the light outside the window on Wen Chen's side face, sliding smoothly into the darkness .
Mo Yi said helplessly:
"… Fine."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi leaned forward, stretched out his arms, and hugged Wen Chen gently. The body in his embrace felt cold and flexible, almost not like a living person, but the moment he was hugged, his muscles suddenly Tight, vibrating alive under his arms.
Mo Yi returned to his pillow and asked, "Are you satisfied now?"
In the darkness, Wen Chen didn't answer for a long time.
Drowsiness came over like a tide again, and Mo Yi's eyelids began to fight.
Just when he was about to fall into a deep sleep, Mo Yi vaguely heard Wen Chen utter an indistinct syllable:
"… Um."
Immediately afterwards, as if all the sounds were leaping away, the fresh and moist breeze after the rain rushed in silently carrying the bitter breath of the pine forest.
It seems that the stars are reversed, and the light and shadow are colorful.
The buzzing of the alarm clock woke Mo Yi up from his sleep.
He frowned slightly, then groped with his eyes closed, and turned off the alarm at the bedside.
The drowsiness slowly dissipated from the brain, and the consciousness gradually became clear. Mo Yi slowly opened his eyes, but was startled by the scene in front of him——
Wen Chen's face was close at hand, the bright light outside the window fully revealed his facial features, and his light-colored eyes showed a faint brown color in the sunlight.
He smiled, leaned closer and touched Mo Yi's lips, then stepped back quickly, his deep voice slightly vibrating in the air:
"morning."
It took Mo Yi a while to regain his senses. Without changing his face, he pushed away Wen Chen and sat up straight:
"… morning."
He asked as he got out of bed: "You look very awake, didn't you fall asleep this time?"
Mo Yi slept well this time, and he really didn't have that nightmare again. The shocking moment he experienced yesterday in Jiang Yuanrou's villa became like a vain fantasy, and the impact seemed to be slowly fading away. disappear.
Wen Chen stared at him and replied: "I fell asleep, but I just woke up very early."
Mo Yi nodded, indicating that he understood.
He got up to wash up, picked up the mobile phone that was on the side, and walked to the bathroom while sending Jiang Yuanrou a message:
[I'm entering the dungeon today, can you do me a favor?]
Jiang Yuanrou replied quickly: [You say.]
Mo Yi thought for a while, then quickly typed with his fingers on the phone screen: [Do you have another place to live?]
Two minutes later, Mo Yi's cell phone vibrated twice, and it was a string of addresses sent by Jiang Yuanrou.
Mo Yi casually glanced twice, then put the phone outside the bathroom, took a shower casually in the bathroom, and found that there was an extra message on his phone when he came out.
It was from Jiang Yuanrou:
[Is there anything I need to prepare there?]
While wiping his hair with a towel, Mo Yi replied to the message with one hand:
[unnecessary.]
He thought for a few seconds, added a sentence and sent it: [I just want to verify a conjecture.]