The night was dark.
The driver's vehicle slowly moved into the driveway.
Mo Yi pulled the car door and walked down, lowered his head to open the phone interface, a light blue light lit up in the thick night, illuminating his pale face, his fingers stayed on the top of Jiang Yuanbai's name, without moving for a long time.
After a long time, he finally clicked.
The busy beep sounded.
No one answered the phone.
Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, closed his eyes forcefully, he didn't know whether he was relieved or disappointed, he closed his stiff fingers slightly, and put the phone back into his pocket.
He walked into the room and turned on the overhead light, which blocked the darkness and cold from the thin door like a huge barrier, then walked straight to the study and turned on the computer.
It didn't take Mo Yi too much time to deal with Jiang Yuanrou's burial and related contracts. She already knew that if she really died in the game, the world would not remember her, so she had already done it a long time ago. With a fake identity and foundation to handle most of his property, including the distribution of equity and real estate, Mo Yi only needs to put it into practice and run it.
He stared at the computer screen and pressed the enter key.
At this point, Jiang Yuanrou will cease to exist.
Mo Yi pinched the bridge of his nose, turned his head to look at his mobile phone next to the computer, the screen was pitch black, he did not turn off the ringtone notification, if there was a call or text message coming in just now, he would never miss it, but since Mo Yi just now When Yi sat in front of the computer, it was as quiet as a heavy piece of metal.
He taps the screen—no new notifications.
Mo Yi exhaled slowly, and turned his head to look at the wall of the study, which was smooth, but Mo Yi knew that the cold and empty laboratory was waiting for him thousands of meters underground.
He stood up and skillfully opened the heavy metal door, his thin figure was swallowed by the gradually closing door.
Mo Yi walked into the laboratory. The bright light was reflected by the silver-white walls, illuminating the huge space. He walked to the screen placed on the wall, and tapped lightly on the keyboard. With a click, the darkened screen suddenly lit up.
He stared at the upper right corner of the screen and forgot to breathe for a moment.
Below the huge astronomical number, the bright red dazzling number 0—I don’t know when it jumped to 1.
Mo Yi couldn't believe his eyes, it took him a long time to react...
The simulation results came out.
The piece of code that was leaked when the game almost crashed can be decoded.
He felt the heart in his chest beating violently, the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling, his palms were wet with sweat, his mind was buzzing, and he felt his throat was a little dry—this was when he got a major breakthrough As a subconscious reaction, he was a little dizzy and looked down, but he didn't see the water glass. Only then did he realize that he was not in his study, but in the underground laboratory of Jiang Yuanrou's home.
Mo Yi calmed himself down.
He checked it several times before finally confirming that the key data for decoding the code was being stored in his computer.
Mo Yi raised his hand to wipe off the thin sweat on his forehead, opened the chair and sat down in front of the computer, his fingers were still trembling due to violent emotional fluctuations, he squeezed his cold fingers hard, and then began to calculate the results of the program The decoding program is substituted into the original code, and the decoding program is run.
On the huge computer screen, the light green numbers scrolled on the dark background, dazzling.
— It will take some time to complete the calculation.
Mo Yi leaned back slowly, his back that had been immobile for a long time was stiff and painful, and there was a slight rubbing sound as he suddenly relaxed. He stretched out his hand to support his neck and turned his head, his eyes inadvertently shifted from the table next to him Flicking across the screen, the dark video tape stood out on the pale tabletop, and the slightly faded surface was clearly visible under the light.
Cold, hard, angular, and lifeless.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand to take the video tape in his hand and played with it, feeling a little lost in thought.
He seemed to think of something suddenly, and straightened up suddenly.
A few minutes later, the content of the video tape was completely copied to the computer. Mo Yi clicked the start button again, and the video began to play. The familiar shaking camera and pictures appeared on the screen. He stared at the screen intently, and every minute From beginning to end without missing a second.
Jiang Yuanrou smiled on the screen: "You have taken care of my ineffective younger brother."
The video stops abruptly.
The empty room returned to silence, and Mo Yi stared at the paused video, and slowly took a deep breath.
He straightened up, pulled the video back to the place where the black screen just started, and then began to decompose the blank minutes in the video frame by frame, and then began to decode and analyze frame by frame.
But the information obtained is pitiful, basically all the data are completely destroyed.
After Mo Yi made a complete copy of the video, he disassembled the video tape, and the dark magnetic strips were quietly arranged in the casing—this is exactly why Jiang Yuanrou used this old-fashioned video tape to record. The most advanced video recording equipment is digital recording, and its original magnetic recording is to arrange the image and sound on the magnetic strip with magnetic tracks, so it can retain more information under the interference of games.
It is really a very clever method.
Mo Yi turned on the relevant equipment he sent earlier, and began to capture and collect the magnetic tracks on the magnetic strip, and import them into the computer for analysis and transcoding.
Finally, he found a piece of data that was not completely destroyed during that dark period.
After Mo Yi repaired it, he found that it was a piece of audio.
He played the audio, and the buzzing sound of the machine sounded in the empty room. Among the chaotic noise, Jiang Yuanrou's somewhat distorted voice could be vaguely distinguished:
"... Zizi... only... Zizi... you..."
All that remained were strange syllables that could not be distinguished.
Mo Yi frowned, staring at the linear sound wave pattern on the screen suspiciously, feeling a little puzzled for a while.
only you…
What's the meaning
Not discouraged, he imported other paragraphs into the recovery program and continued to run, trying to find any remaining traces from the deleted data. The two screens showed the running progress of the two sets of programs. The only thing he could do now was waited.
Mo Yi glanced down at his watch, and was not surprised to see that it was already eleven o'clock the next day. He stood up from the chair, rubbed the back of his neck sleepily, and then dragged his feet Go upstairs.
He walked into the study, locked the entrance to the laboratory again, then reached out to pick up his mobile phone that was placed on the computer desk in the study, and with a swipe of his finger, the screen was unlocked.
— Still no new notifications.
Mo Yi pressed his forehead wearily, and slid his finger aimlessly across the screen twice.
He blinked, only to realize that he subconsciously opened the call interface, paused his fingers slightly, and clicked exit.
It has been such a long time now, it is impossible for Jiang Yuanbai not to have seen his phone records, and he has not responded to any messages or calls, then he must have already heard the news, and... he probably does not really want to be with him. Contact others.
Mo Yi turned off the phone screen, then stood up and walked out of the study.
There is no one in the spacious and gorgeous living room. The bright summer sun shines in through the windows, leaving speckled golden marks on the floor and furniture. The lights that are still on in the room have almost lost their color. As if it was just an ornament adorning the ceiling.
Mo Yi walked to the door and reached out to turn off the headlights in the room.
He opened the door smoothly, and the sultry air swept the heat wave towards the door, dispersing some of the coolness brought by the central air conditioner, and the dazzling sunlight turned the eyelids into a rose red color. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling himself The drowsy drowsiness seemed to gradually rise with the warm sunshine.
He turned around and walked into the room. Just as he was about to close the door, his gaze accidentally swept across the open space under the corridor.
There were seven or eight crushed cigarette butts piled up there.
The security here is extremely tight. It is not easy to come in and stay under this porch for half an hour. Moreover, that place is a blind spot of the camera installed at the door, so it is possible to find this place. People are obviously very familiar with this place.
... It is self-evident who it is.
Mo Yi called the camera at the door and played the previous three or four hours of footage at high speed—the screen was empty and there was no one.
Jiang Yuanbai has been here before, and stayed here for a long time.
And... never tried to walk up to the doorbell.
Mo Yi took one last deep look at the traces of embarrassment on the ground, then turned around and walked into the door, closing the door gently behind him.
He rubbed the space between his brows tiredly, walked into the kitchen habitually, and heated the porridge that was set aside on the fire.
A shocking thought suddenly flashed through his sleepy and dull mind, as if lightning tore through the dark night sky, illuminating the truth that Mo Yi had never noticed before, pale and bright.
He stared at the porridge that was gradually gurgling as the temperature heated up, and felt that the blood all over his body was gradually cooling down.
Since Wen Chen was able to transform into a human form, he has never been allowed to enter the kitchen. Even if Mo Yi wanted to do something casually, he would be kicked out by him—Wen Chen would never let the cold porridge left overnight on the stove , his obsession with these things almost made Mo Yi think he was enjoying it.
Mo Yi tried to recall, but his brain seemed to be stuck, he realized in a trance.
Since leaving the house by himself last night, Wen Chen hasn't shown up again.
His voice was difficult and hoarse: "... Wen Chen?"
There was a dead silence in the room, only the faint sound of porridge boiling on the stove.
— No answer.