Chapter 132

Mo Yi spent the whole night in front of the computer.

The sky outside the window gradually turned white, the edge of the deep ink blue sky was gradually infected by light and bright morning light, and the shallow gray-white light spread into the house from the window, and the sound of typing on the keyboard in the quiet room continued.

His eyebrows were frowning unconsciously, his lips were pursed tightly, and his pale face was printed with a light blue by the light on the screen.

All night, Mo Yi's posture did not change much.

He subconsciously reached out and picked up the cup placed beside him and sent it to his mouth, but the weight in his hand was empty. Mo Yi was stunned for a moment and looked down at the cup in his hand. Then he found that there was only a thin layer of dark coffee grounds left in the cup.

Mo Yi stared at the coffee grounds at the bottom of the cup for a long time, and seemed to finally come back to his senses from his previous concentration.

He stopped typing on the keyboard and slowly stretched his stiff back. The bones on his back made a tooth-stricken friction sound, and the muscles all over his body seemed to be moaning loudly, and heavy sourness spread across his shoulders and neck.

The skylight in early summer is always bright and fast. The bright morning light in the sky quickly pushes the ink-colored night sky away. The light in the sky gradually clears, indicating the arrival of the morning.

Mo Yi reached out and pinched the bridge of his nose, and there was a light layer of blue and black under his eyes.

The long-term high-intensity work made him extremely clear and excited, and the conflict between his brain and body made him feel a little exhausted.

He looked up at his work results all night, and then let out a long breath.

The project is much larger than he thought, and it is much more difficult.

This code is not only incomplete, but also has several layers of encryption, which makes Mo Yi's work more than once.

He looked down at the dial on his wrist and devoted himself to the computer screen again.

More than two hours later, Mo Yiding's alarm clock rang. He pressed the alarm, walked to the bathroom and took a shower, then cleaned up and prepared to go out - after all, Jiang Yuanbai is still sleeping, so he still has to learn about the situation.

He hesitated for a few seconds before going out, and finally picked up the silk ribbon from the bedside table and wrapped it on his wrist.

Half an hour later, Mo Yi came to the address Jiang Yuanrou sent him before.

It was a villa on the outskirts of the city, not very big, and it could even be considered low-key from the outside.

Jiang Yuanrou personally came to the door to greet Mo Yi. She was far from being embarrassed in the dungeon. She was dressed in decently and delicately, and her long dark brown curly hair was coiled up behind her head, revealing a bright and gentle face.

She waved her hand in a familiar way and smiled at Mo Yi: "You are here."

Mo Yi nodded, stepped forward slowly, stood in front of Jiang Yuanrou, and after a few casual greetings, he went straight to the point and asked:

"By the way, where is Jiang Yuanbai? I'll go and see him."

A trace of worry flashed across Jiang Yuanrou's face, but she quickly covered up her emotional fluctuations and said to Mo Yi: "Come with me."

After saying that, the two walked into the house one after another.

The decoration in this villa is as low-key as it is outside. Both the hall and the corridor are quite imposing. The ground is covered with thick wool carpets, which completely absorbs the sound of the two of them.

Mo Yi followed Jiang Yuanrou upstairs and stopped in front of a room-

Jiang Yuanrou pushed open the door gently, and Mo Yi looked into the room and saw Jiang Yuanbai lying quietly on a large bed in the middle of the room. His pale face was almost integrated with the sheets of the same color, his eyes were closed, and he looked like he was in the copy without any vitality.

He seemed to be asleep, and his chest under the thin quilt was rising and falling quietly and slowly.

There were several huge medical instruments beside the bed, and several screens with a faint fluctuation were displayed on several regular fluctuating curves, which seemed to be used to monitor Jiang Yuanbai's vital signs, and there were gentle dripping sounds in the quiet room.

Jiang Yuanrou stared at Jiang Yuanbai lying on the bed, sighed a long time, and then whispered:

"Since he left the dungeon yesterday, that's what he has done."

Mo Yi nodded and asked, "What do you think of your doctor?"

Jiang Yuanrou walked out the door, her slender back leaning against the wall of the corridor, and her face showed an unconcealed fatigue:

"It's still no different from yesterday. Yuanbai's physiological function is completely healthy and has no problem, but he just can't wake up. It's probably because of psychological reasons."

Mo Yi turned his head thoughtfully to look at Jiang Yuanbai lying on the bed in the room, and pursed his lips slightly:

"It is indeed possible, after all, if it is said that in real life, he stayed in the copy for nearly half a month. And what happened in the copy...we don't know."

The only person who is likely to know Jiang Yuanbai's current state is Wen Chen, but he is still in a sleepy state with excessive energy consumption.

Jiang Yuanrou sighed deeply, reached out and pinched the bridge of her nose, and nodded gently:

"……Yes."

The room was filled with a warm and fragrant atmosphere, and only the monotonous and regular sound of machines in the room could be heard in the air.

Mo Yi withdrew his gaze, took a few steps back and walked out of the room, and brought the door to the room.

The sound of the machine was isolated in the heavy solid wood door panel, and the air in the corridor was silent and silent.

Jiang Yuanrou took out a cigarette and held it on her lips, bit it gently with her teeth, and took it down a few seconds later. She unconsciously stroked the slender lady cigarette with her fingers, looking worried.

Mo Yi looked at her quietly for a while, then suddenly asked, "Don't you smoke?"

Jiang Yuanrou seemed to be awakened halfway, raised her head, smiled concealedly, and then stuffed the cigarette back into her pocket:

“…I can’t stop it.”

She looked up at Mo Yi and smiled bitterly:

"How to say... it's not easy to lose the relatives who have been lost again."

Jiang Yuanrou blinked and raised her eyes, she had already restrained all her complex emotions. She smiled:

"Let's go, let's go to the study and talk."

Mo Yi nodded, followed Jiang Yuanrou in another direction, walked through several corridors, and came to the study.

Hot tea was prepared inside, and white smoke was emitting curling.

Mo Yi sat on one of the chairs, reached out to pick up a cup of tea, then looked up at Jiang Yuanrou and asked:

"By the way, I haven't had the chance to ask you before - what exactly did the previous copy look like? My vision has always been limited and I can't observe the whole picture."

Jiang Yuanrou sat down opposite Mo Yi, picked up a cup of hot tea, and then spoke:

"Anyway... the setting of that copy is probably the same as what we guessed at the beginning. After Edwin's most evil personality killed other personalities in his body, he became the master of the body. His philosophy was the same as you had previously guessed - he felt that the human soul was a butterfly bound in the flesh, and human life was ugly and dirty..."

Jiang Yuanrou subconsciously shivered and continued:

"He felt that his act of killing and dismembering people was to do everyone a favor and help humans get rid of their souls from the flesh that imprisoned their souls, which is a kind of...art, a kind of beauty."

Mo Yi listened carefully, his eyes staring at Jiang Yuanrou through the misty tea fog, and she continued to say:

"But... according to what I saw after falling down, Edwin's other personalities were not true, good and beautiful. The two adult personalities were obsessed with curing mental illness, and even at all costs. The young personality I think was the illusion of his deformed childhood, and the other two personalities were his protectors, and he was a cowardly escaper."

Jiang Yuanrou took a sip of tea and concluded: "Anyway, they are all quite perverted."

Mo Yi nodded and asked, "What happened after you fell down?"

Jiang Yuanrou shrugged: "The following is actually the red door I saw in the previous copy, but this time it opened - inside is Edwin's slaughterhouse, and other information about this copy was found inside."

Although she said it lightly, Mo Yi had personally experienced that copy and knew clearly the difficulty and hardship of it.

That kind of thrilling and nervousness is revealed from Jiang Yuanrou's lines-

"...I made a mistake at that time and was almost dismembered by Edwin. My legs were broken at that time."

Jiang Yuanrou's fingers holding the teacup tightened slightly, and her fingertips turned slightly white: "But at that moment of crisis... it was like an earthquake, and the whole room began to shake violently..."

She pursed her lips, her face pale: "And Edwin, as if he was disturbed by something, stopped and I had the chance to kill..."

Mo Yi keenly captured the keyword about it and interrupted: "Disturbed?"

Jiang Yuanrou nodded, frowned as if recalling something, and then said hesitantly: "Yes, it's like... the TV screen is disturbed by other signals, a bit like a screen stuttering."

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and nodded thoughtfully.

interesting.

Jiang Yuanrou, who was sitting opposite, raised her head and stared at him and asked softly:

“…Is this related to the gaps in the sky that I saw after climbing out of the old house?”

She stared at Mo Yi deeply and continued: "I have never seen the copy of the sky before, and I couldn't believe my eyes at that time-"

Mo Yi nodded in thought and replied:

"Maybe it's related, but I don't know much more than you now, so I can't draw any conclusions..."

He subconsciously stroked the delicate edge of the white porcelain teacup in his palm, and the slight warm touch was transmitted to his fingertips:

"I only know now that this should be related to Yuanbai's rescue."

This time, the rescue of Jiang Yuanbai was as if it had touched a key point in the entire game. It moved the whole body and pulled out several clues and veins.

It seemed as if the gold digger saw a little golden reflection in the vast sand. The indescribable excitement and tension brought by the feeling of finding evidence made his heart beat faster.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, suppressed the inexplicable emotions that arose in his heart, and suddenly remembered the biggest contributor who caused this. Wen Chen couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

And at this moment, it seemed like there was a connection between them-

He was scratched by something gentle in his palm that was hanging beside him.

The familiar touch was gently swaying in the palm of the palm like mist, and gently tangled around like acting coquettishly.
Chapter completed!