Mo Yi's gaze slowly swept across the empty room—
No one answered, no one showed up.
Perhaps it was because the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was turned on too low, even in the midsummer when the sun was shining, he still felt cold hands and feet, and the shuddering chill rose from the soles of his feet and spread along the veins and bones.
The porridge was already boiling, and there was a screaming and struggling humming in the silent room.
Mo Yi looked down following the voice, reached out and turned off the fire.
There was no expression on his pale face, and his pitch-black eyes were like cold black iron soaked in a cold spring, making it almost impossible to see the emotions hidden in his eyes.
Mo Yi bent down to take a bowl of porridge, and after eating briefly, put the dirty bowl into the dishwasher.
He turned and went back to the study, followed the elevator inside the secret door and descended deeper into the ground, passed through the tunnel outside the elevator, pushed the door open, the bright light in the laboratory was pale and dazzling, and the entire empty and closed huge space was dead silent like a tomb .
Mo Yi walked to the table, pulled the chair away and sat down, staring up at the huge black screen.
He took a deep breath slowly, clenched and loosened his cold and sweaty fingers several times—this game controls and monitors the players through brain waves, and only Mo Yi, the experimenter in this deep underground, can indulge himself He started to think, and the brain that had been forcibly emptied just now finally started working again.
According to what he knew about Wen Chen, it was not his style to leave without warning like this.
Even if he needs a break due to too much consumption, he will tell himself in advance instead of disappearing without saying a word.
And his sudden disappearance is probably caused by the game.
Mo Yi knew that he was gradually approaching the truth.
Even if he tries to control his thoughts when he is in the outside world, I am afraid it will be difficult not to reveal any thoughts. The game's treatment of Jiang Yuanrou is to advance the time for her to enter the dungeon, so it is not unreasonable to take away his help for this. possible thing.
But besides that, there is another possibility.
Mo Yi remembered that Wen Chen said that he gradually recovered his memory from the first dungeon, but even so, there are still many important key points that he never remembered, so... is it possible that as time goes by, Wen Chen's memory gradually recovered, leading him to learn the truth about what game can't tolerate existence? As a result, the game has to take the initiative, urgently and urgently needing to cut off the source of information in advance.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, staring silently at his stiff fingers on his knees, his face was pale and bleeding.
The game pulled Jiang Yuanrou into the dungeon in advance, in order to silence her.
So what now
He gently moved his cold and numb fingertips, the exposed skin could hardly feel the existence of the outside temperature.
Wen Chen has existed as the third type of creature in the game for a long time. There must be some unspeakable relationship and shackles between him and the game. Mo Yi knew that Wen Chen would not disappear so easily, but he still controlled it. can't stop feeling...
— This game is gradually depriving everyone around me.
Mo Yi raised his head, stretched out his fingers, which had regained a little sense, and pressed lightly on the keyboard.
The screen lights up.
The huge blue light curtain illuminated his pale face, reflecting a cold light in the dark eyes, the corners of his lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were indifferent and sharp, like the thin and bright edge of a sharp blade.
— so how could he possibly allow this game to continue to exist.
The data has been processed with results.
Mo Yi's eyes remained on the screen and did not leave for a second. He just moved his fingers and neck a little, and the stiff joints made the sound of bones rubbing against each other. He narrowed his eyes slightly without changing his complexion.
What comes next is the main event.
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The heavy black water spread to his chest, squeezing out all the remaining air in his chest cavity. The feeling of suffocation was like a stone weighing more than ten thousand catties was pressing on his body, and the force under his feet pulled him to fall deep. The feeling of touch spread all over the body, blocking the panting and voice in the throat, leaving only a dead silence in the ear.
Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes.
He was panting violently, and his ears were buzzing, as if all the voices had been crushed and mixed into a chaotic noise, which made Mo Yi's temples throb, and the pain came wave after wave from the depths of his mind.
Mo Yi blinked, only to realize that he had fallen asleep unknowingly lying on the table.
With some difficulty, he supported the edge of the table with his palms, and slowly straightened his waist. Following his movements, his spine made a toothache gurgling sound, and the unspeakable pain spread, which made Mo Yi gasp involuntarily. gas.
In the three days after Wen Chen disappeared, he barely slept for a few hours.
One is that the time for him to enter the dungeon is getting shorter and shorter. Seeing that the time is coming soon, Mo Yi can hardly find time for himself to rest. The nightmare appeared again, and this time it became more real and more terrifying, almost making Mo Yi wonder if he would be stuck in it and unable to wake up.
Mo Yi lowered his head and gently pressed his palm with his fingertips. The sticky wetness just now seemed to still be on his skin, and the powerlessness spreading from the depths of his bones remained in his muscles and tendons. Can not dissipate for a long time.
He slowly took a deep breath, cleared some chaotic thoughts in his mind, and then looked up at the screen in mid-air.
In the past few days, Mo Yi's progress has progressed by leaps and bounds.
He decoded the code in the game through the calculated program, and expanded and organized it according to the code. He couldn't help but be amazed by the result, which was so huge and delicate that Mo Yi was almost dizzying. ... The most frightening thing is that according to the effects presented in the code, this game has almost touched the edge of the mysterious and beyond human imagination.
Someone once suggested that the existence form of the soul is actually some kind of electromagnetic wave. Whether it is a dead soul or a living soul, it exists in the real society in the form of an energy wave, wandering among people.
And this game... seems to be some kind of energy absorber.
The more he analyzed the game, the more startled Mo Yi became.
It can even connect the real world and the world of the soul, using the only interlinked existence—electromagnetic waves as a medium, to convert the energy in it, and shuttle between the two worlds without hindrance. With the growth and expansion of its energy, even … capable of changing and manipulating it.
Moreover, according to his previous observations and guesses, this game actually already has basic intelligence. This is no longer a simple level of data processing and analysis, it can even construct layouts, formulate strategies, hunt humans, and squeeze the use value of humans—it has almost become an intelligent species that exists in electromagnetic waves.
Moreover, it has reached a perfect symbiotic relationship with some beings in another world. Some souls desire to be freed, some rituals desire to be completed, and some evil desires to be satisfied with blood, and the game takes advantage of this, One copy after another was constructed, and one deadly game after another was created, using the lives of all human beings who entered it as bets and chips, eagerly absorbing the fear and life force that drained them.
And in countless evolutions, the code that this game relies on has gradually become perfect and indestructible.
But what Mo Yi needs is to completely destroy this game and end this terrifying hunt.
But... Even he has to admit that its various chains are stable and perfect, and there are almost no flaws and weak points to attack, which makes Mo Yi feel a little frustrated.
But when he was thinking hard, sleepiness came quietly, and he fell asleep on the table.
But when I woke up, the problem still couldn't be solved.
Mo Yi stared at the beating green program on the screen, frowned tightly, and tapped his fingers on the table subconsciously, making disturbing clicking sounds.
His eyes scanned the incomplete, garbled data on the other screen, and he couldn't help but pause slightly.
That was the undecoded code that I found from that game.
Mo Yi seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and straightened up slightly, his eyes still fixed on the screen not far away.
... Since the code of the game cannot be broken from the outside, what if a part of it is used as the original data to attack its body
Mo Yi's eyes lit up slightly, his body leaned forward slightly, his slender and flexible five fingers jumped on the keyboard, making a crisp and dense sound, and the data flashing light green light on the screen changed rapidly with the passage of time with increase.
In the enclosed space thousands of meters underground, the speed of time seems to pass extremely slowly, and it is almost impossible for people to notice the changes, but unconsciously, the flow of time seems to be unbelievably fast. Looking up at your watch in front of the screen, you will be startled by the sudden disappearance of time.
In the next few days, apart from addressing basic physical needs, he basically seldom left the table.
Long hours of high-intensity work have strained Mo Yi's nerves to the verge of collapse, but in this high-pressure environment, it can instead inspire Mo Yi to use his abilities more efficiently. Immersed in this terrifying intensity beyond the tolerance of ordinary people, he seemed to have lost the concept of time, pouring all his vitality into the small screens in front of him,
Finally, I don't know how long it took, Mo Yi's fingers, which were so stiff that they could hardly straighten due to typing on the keyboard for a long time, finally stopped, and the sound of keyboard tapping that lingered in the room like a solid body finally disappeared.
The heart and brain seemed to be numb, and they couldn't even feel the emotion of joy.
Mo Yi blinked, and felt that the world in front of him was gradually covered by gray and dark shadows, which could not be dispelled even by pushing up his eyelids. It seemed that there was a whole symphony orchestra playing in his drowsy and painful mind, and it seemed that all the sounds were being suppressed. The mute sponge absorbs everything—consciousness is like sand held tightly between fingers, the harder you hold it, the faster it will slip away.
When he passed out, the last thought that flashed through Mo Yi's mind was——
Finally... it's coming to an end.