Drowsy, Mo Yi seemed to hear noisy human voices in a trance.
The vague voice shrouded in the chaos like sticky porridge. No matter how hard Mo Yi tried, he couldn't make out the content of the voice, as if his consciousness was shrouded in a huge hood, and all noise excluded.
Eyelids were heavy as if filled with lead, Mo Yi struggled to open a gap in the eyelids, the pale and dazzling white light instantly stimulated the eyes to overflow with tears, everything in front of him seemed to be shaking violently, blurred into a blur in the strong light phantom.
Mo Yi blinked hard, forcing the tears from the corners of his eyes.
The line of sight gradually became clearer, and the noisy human voice seemed to gradually move away.
He turned his sore neck slightly, his eyes swept over his side.
There was no one in the huge laboratory, only the humming sound of the machines and the cooling system reverberating in the empty and dead metal space, the chaotic human voice seemed to be just Mo Yi's hallucination, and it changed with the awakening of consciousness. It becomes thin and distant, until it completely disappears at the edge of perception.
Mo Yi raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, his frown seemed never to be relaxed.
Maybe I'm too tired...
He raised his head and looked at the huge screen not far in front of him. Bright green codes were neatly arranged on the dark background, flickering with the frequency of breathing, like some real creature.
Mo Yi held his breath, almost being overwhelmed by his forgotten memories, he recalled all the work he had done before.
In order to use the data of the game itself to attack its almost perfect code, Mo Yi has made many plans for it—the chain crash caused by the overly aggressive worm virus is uncontrollable, and the destruction it brings is almost violent. Although Mo Yi has not yet fully figured out what kind of existence Wen Chen is, it is undeniable that he must be related to the existence of the game, and it is very likely that he also exists in a certain energy mode.
Then the side effect of the destructive virus is likely to destroy Wen Chen and the game together.
So Mo Yi chose the second method—he adapted and perfected this incomplete code, created a simple framework, and enriched and expanded it with his own understanding of the existing way of the game, creating Out of the simulation body of the game, and implanted a hidden devouring program in the simulation body.
Since most of its shell and core are built from the source code of the game, it will not be resisted by the game's automatic defense system when it is implanted, and once the simulation body enters the game, the devouring program in it will It will start, reproduce in the game like a parasite, and eventually kill the host and replace it.
Moreover, Mo Yi added emergency braking codes to prevent it from exceeding his control.
Once the plan is successful... it means that the whole game is under his control.
Now the only thing he needs to figure out is - how to embed the program into the game
Mo Yi raised his hand and pressed his faintly aching temple, and his body seemed to wake up with the awakening of consciousness. He felt a cramping pain in his stomach, and the dizziness caused by not eating for a long time hit him.
He pulled out the chair, stood up a little stumbled, and then took the elevator back upstairs.
It was dusk outside at this time, dim and yellow light came in from the window, the room shrouded in shadows was empty, and the lonely and dead light outlined the shadows.
Mo Yi picked up his mobile phone that was on the table—it had run out of battery due to not using it for several days.
He plugged in the phone, and after a while, the screen lit up.
The moment the screen was turned on, the date on it stung Mo Yi's eyes—today is already August 13th.
There are less than 12 hours left before entering the game.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, swiped his finger lightly on the screen, and opened the lock screen interface. There were a lot of new messages in the notification bar above. He clicked on it and found that most of them were from Shen Lei. Mo Yi quickly browsed through the messages sent by several other players he knew, and it was not surprising to find that Jiang Yuanbai still hadn't sent any messages.
He thought for a while, opened the browser interface, and began to browse the latest business news.
The Jiang family's business hasn't had any major changes recently, and the stock market is still very optimistic. Recently, it has reached cooperation and mergers with several other companies. There are no pictures in the press release, but Jiang Yuanbai's name is impressively listed , juxtaposed with compliments like business rookies.
— Just like Jiang Yuanrou back then.
Mo Yi's fingers holding the phone slightly tightened, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
To be honest... Jiang Yuanbai's current behavior is not very rational, because he is still a game player, so no matter what video recording equipment can record his image, let's not say whether he will be questioned, just say that if he If you are killed in the game and fail to handle the follow-up succession matters, it will bring about the collapse of the entire company and even the family—the game will not care about the follow-up management of the company after you are wiped out.
The most sensible way now is to withdraw from the company's management step by step like Jiang Yuanrou did before, and find a backup plan for her own death.
At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to suddenly realize something, and couldn't help but be dazed for a while—
... The reason why Jiang Yuanrou did this was so that Jiang Yuanbai could rely on and rely on him after his death.
And now... Jiang Yuanrou is dead, and Jiang Yuanbai has no one else worth caring about and paying for.
Why should he do this
Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes silently, fumbled and pressed his fingers on the side of the phone, and the screen returned to darkness.
He sighed slowly, went outside the study to get something to eat for himself, then went back to the underground laboratory and continued to work.
Finally, Mo Yi found a way to embed the program into the game.
According to the information he has obtained now, the game is likely to pull the player into it through the control of the player's brainwaves. In other words, it pulls the player's soul into the copy, and since he cannot touch it in the real world, So the best way to embed the program into the game is to carry the program in the brainwaves, and implant it into it when you enter the game, and memory is the best way.
However, Mo Yi is still not completely sure about the process of the game pulling players into the game, so he also prepared a backup plan. He respectively put the virus and the simulation body into two USB flash drives with the same special metal shell as the wall, and put the Put them in his backpack just in case, and he also engraved the codes of the simulation questions on small soft metal strips through magnetic recording, and implanted them under his skin, so that even his own As he entered the game, his body became digitized, and his programs could still invade the game.
Now, Mo Yi only needs to wait for himself to be pulled into the game, and then there is nothing left to wait.
Just wait for the emulator with the devouring program to operate after being connected to the game, and take control of the game instead.
After running for nearly half a month, the screen finally went black.
The sound of machines running and the noise of radiators disappeared, making the vast metal space unacceptably silent.
Mo Yi let out a long breath, feeling as if he had gone through a long marathon, the muscles and bones all over his body were clamoring for exhaustion and soreness, he leaned on the back of the chair, looked up at the The high and bright ceiling seemed to have taken away his entire soul, and his mind was blank, as if he couldn't think of anything.
Suddenly, there was a beeping sound in my ear.
Mo Yi tilted his head and looked at the place where the sound came from - the electronic clock placed on the table was buzzing and vibrating, and the screen above showed the time:
August 14, 201x 00:01
There are still a few hours left before I enter the game.
Mo Yi thought for a while, took out a notebook from his backpack, flipped through a page casually, and started to be in a daze.
He never thought that he would write a suicide note one day, not because he didn't think he would die early, but because he never thought that he would have unfinished things to explain to the world—
Mo Yi stared at the blank paper with some ecstasy, and the tip of the pen stayed in mid-air for a long time without falling.
He established a foundation anonymously a few days ago, and deposited all the property he got from his previous hacking career into it. If he disappeared from the game, the foundation would automatically donate the money to orphanages around the world. As for him Don't worry about other data about the hacker's career, as long as he dies in the game, the game will naturally clean up those data without any trace.
He only saved the code he got from the game and the decoded program, all of which he encrypted and locked into the depths of the database—if he really failed, maybe someone else could continue his unfinished business cause.
However, it doesn't matter if it doesn't... anyway, he won't be able to control it at that time anyway.
In the end, Mo Yi still didn't write anything.
He stuffed the key to the basement into the blank envelope, then went back into the study, opened the first drawer and put it inside.
The method to open the secret door was entered into his mobile phone by Mo Yi, who wrote a program to automatically unlock it after half a month, then pressed the mobile phone heavily on the envelope, and closed the drawer with a "snap". The warm yellow light printed on the snow-white envelope was then swallowed by darkness.
The room was silent.
Mo Yi began to wait.
Unexpectedly, this time he didn't have much tension in his heart, instead, it was as calm as a windless lake, without any waves.
The second hand slowly crawled across the unevenly divided dial, and went straight to the top with a click.
Sounds, colors, light and shadows whizzed away from his eyes, and when he raised his head again, there was darkness in front of him.
A familiar voice sounded in my ear: "Welcome..."
The emotionless electronic sound suddenly stopped, as if distorted by some external force, it became weird and thin, and the weird sizzling sound moved between the sound and the blank space of the sound: "... Play... Sizzling... Home... Mo— "