The huge pitch-black equipment and machines were delivered one after another in the next few days. The same logo was welded on the surface of each machine. With the help of Wen Chen, they were transported through the secret door and elevator in the study. It was sent to the laboratory below the ground, and it was processed and isolated by Wen Chen before being connected to the power supply, so as to isolate the pervasive influence of the game from the thick alloy plate.
Mo Yi held his breath and stared at the dense mist in front of him. The milky white color seemed to be bound by some force in the small space in front of him, and it gathered heavily in a narrow corner, blocking his sight.
A few minutes later, the mist that flowed like a liquid slowly dissipated, revealing the tall and pitch-black fuselage behind it.
Wen Chen's figure slowly appeared, and he seemed to be a little more solid than a few days ago.
Mo Yi suppressed his nervousness and looked at Wen Chen, who nodded slowly at Mo Yi and smiled softly.
- All machines are plugged into power.
The sound of rumbling operation sounded under the empty dome, and the humming sound of the cooling air conditioner joined in immediately. The dark and tall machines were neatly arranged on the cold and reflective ground, with blue and white markings on the thick metal shell. The indicator lights turned on and off regularly, which almost revived the laboratory that had been abandoned for many years.
The screen placed on the wall lit up, and all the equipment began to operate in an orderly manner.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, suppressing the excitement and excitement in his heart—he walked quickly to the screen and sat down, tapping the dark keyboard skillfully with his slender and pale fingers, which was improved again and introduced new parameters. The operation code is entered on the screen with the crackling sound of the keyboard, and finally, with the soft tapping as if the dust has settled.
The program begins to operate.
The number on the upper right of the screen began to jump from zero at a very fast speed, and several digits had popped out in just a few seconds, which was almost twice the speed of the operation in Mo Yi's study.
Mo Yi paused, retracted his palms that were resting on the keyboard, and stared at the huge screen in front of him with some fascination. The codes that were calculated rapidly on the screen were printed in his dark eyes. world.
At this moment, he felt a gentle force on his jaw, turning his face away from the direction of the screen.
Wen Chen leaned forward and exchanged a brief kiss with him.
He lowered his eyes, his pale face had a translucent texture, his voice was low and soft, almost raving, and he said half-jokingly and half-seriously:
"I'll be jealous if you look at that machine like that."
Mo Yi smiled, stretched out his hand and gently touched Wen Chen's chin, and then left like a dragonfly touching water:
"Then why don't I see you?"
Wen Chen grabbed Mo Yi's palm, pressed his cold forehead against the back of his hand, then gently kissed his fingers, raised his head and looked deeply at Mo Yi, his light-colored pupils were like melting Honey, burning with almost scorching feelings, seems to be suppressing the paranoia and possessiveness that cannot be concealed:
"Okay, just look at me."
Mo Yi was caught off guard by Wen Chen's straightforward and enthusiastic confession. He turned his face slightly to avoid Wen Chen's gaze, coughed a few times unnaturally, and then said with a straight face:
"... Well, we still have a lot to do."
—He is not lying, even though Mo Yi has basically figured out the basic operating principle of the game now, and now has equipment and venues that can not be disturbed and affected by the game, as well as an upgraded calculation program after introducing new parameters, but Mo Yi still hasn't found a way to effectively restrain the game.
And now there is only more than a week left before he is pulled into the dungeon again.
Although he really didn't want to admit it, the date of August 14th gave Mo Yi a great sense of oppression.
—Everything must be completed before this day.
This huge task that seemed impossible to complete weighed down on Mo Yi's heart like a cloud, and was tied to his chest like a boulder. He was so depressed that he could hardly breathe.
Wen Chen gave a low laugh, pressed his cold lips on the back of Mo Yi's hand, rubbed it affectionately, then straightened up, with a soft and doting voice: "Okay."
"Call me if you need anything, I'll do my best."
Mo Yi nodded, his bright eyes narrowed slightly with a smile: "...Thank you very much."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and rushed to the huge flashing screen in front of him again, took a deep breath slowly, straightened his arms, moved his stiff fingers, then put his palms in the air above the keyboard, and repositioned his whole body. Put your heart into the work in front of you.
The hard alloy walls fully separated the pressure brought by the thick soil layer, stably forming a huge and empty space below, and the inside and the interior were basically cleaned up. The laboratory thousands of meters deep underground seemed to be It seems independent and outside of time, even if the outside world alternates between day and dusk, it seems to be unaffected in the slightest.
The bright white light above the head is glaringly reflected by the smooth and cold walls and floor, the screen is flickering, the sound of the machine running and the hum of the exhaust fan are mixed with the sound of keyboard tapping, as if it has become a part of the air , which becomes increasingly blurred with time, making it almost impossible to separate it from the background.
After a long time, Mo Yi finally stopped.
The sudden disappearance of keyboard tapping almost made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He slowly moved his sore shoulder blades and neck, his fingers were stiff and trembling due to long-time typing, Mo Yi stared at his own results on the screen, and could not help but slowly exhale—the basic existence form of the game is rooted and The electric current is not a very bad thing for Mo Yi, which at least proves that the code he got in the game before is not groundless, and the interpretation of this code is likely to affect Mo Yi's understanding of the entire game. understanding and analysis.
Randomly, according to the game propagation method he guessed, he carried out a new round of upgrading and encoding of his previous code, and then brought the parameters he calculated into the previous calculation cycle again.
Once the calculation comes to a conclusion, it can be decoded in reverse, and the whole picture of the game can be displayed in front of your eyes.
Mo Yi looked down at his watch, only to realize that nearly ten hours had passed.
He stood up from the chair, feeling numbness and pain spread up in an instant, his legs were so weak that he could hardly stand still, Mo Yi supported the table slowly, then turned and walked out of the laboratory.
Although most of the questions now need to wait for the results of the calculation program to be answered, there is one thing that Mo Yi has been unable to figure out-why every time he enters the game no matter where he is, he always wakes up on the bed in his room? — This is also one of the reasons why he was looking for Jiang Yuanrou in the first place and wanted her to observe him entering the game.
However, the result brought by Jiang Yuanrou pushed Mo Yi to the depths of doubt.
If the game controls and supervises the player from an electronic level, then it should also bring the player's consciousness into the dungeon, so no matter what injuries the player receives in the dungeon, it will not be reflected on the player after the dungeon ends. body, but... If it is speculated according to this logic, the player's body will not follow the player's spirit into the game world, then after the player leaves the instance, their body should also be at the position before they entered the game .
So... what happened to that place similar to the save point
— This is what he has been unable to figure out.
Mo Yi returned to the study, turned on his phone and sent a message to Shen Lei.
He sat on the chair with his mobile phone in his hand, the drowsy feeling spread to his mind along with the sore muscles, his consciousness became paralyzed as if soaked in warm water, and he fell asleep unconsciously.
When Mo Yi woke up again, the sky outside the window had completely darkened, the lights in the study were not turned on, and only the blurred outlines of the furniture could be seen in the twilight.
He found himself lying on the soft couch in the study for rest, not on the chair he remembered before falling asleep.
Mo Yi sat up, the hard metal casing of the phone he was holding in his hand was stained with body temperature, the screen lit up with his movements, and there was no new reminder on it, Shen Lei didn't seem to have seen the message he sent .
Could it be that he still hasn't come out in the dungeon
Just when Mo Yi was puzzled, the light in the study was turned on, and the bright light instantly lit up the whole room.
He squinted his eyes uncomfortably under the suddenly bright light, and looked towards the door, only to see Wen Chen still standing at the door in a translucent form, looking at him with his face lowered, with a gentle voice:
"woke up?"
Mo Yi rubbed his sore neck and nodded.
Wen Chen smiled, the warm yellow light softened his outline: "Come and eat."
He walked over and stretched out his hand to pull Mo Yi up from the soft couch. The two walked into the living room one after the other. Mo Yi just pulled out the chair and sat down when he felt the phone in his hand vibrate suddenly. twice.
Mo Yi was taken aback, and looked down at his mobile phone screen, only to see Shen Lei's message popping up:
It was the address that Jiang Yuanrou transformed into a gym.
He cheered up, and hurriedly drank the porridge in his bowl, then stood up and walked out of the room, calling the driver Jiang Yuanbai left for him while walking, and asked him to wait at the door look at yourself.
Mo Yi hurried to the front of the car, only to see the driver open the door for him, and while sitting back in the driver's seat, he said with some nostalgia: "Mr. Jiang used to go out to play at this time... Where are you going?"
After waiting for a long time without Mo Yi's answer, the driver looked at Mo Yi from the rearview mirror in doubt, but saw Mo Yi staring at him with a pale face, his dark eyes were quite scary in the night, which made the driver involuntarily Startled, he stuttered and asked:
"What... what's wrong?"
Mo Yi asked slowly: "Didn't your name used to be Jiang Yuanbai... Mr. Jiang Xiao?"
The driver didn't understand what Mo Yi was talking about, and was stunned for a moment. Mo Yi didn't seem to want him to answer, but continued to ask:
"Which one is in charge of the Jiang family now? Jiang Yuanbai or Jiang Yuanrou?"
The driver, Monk Zhanger, replied puzzledly:
"When...of course it's Mr. Jiang Yuanbai, that...who is Jiang Yuanrou...?"