Chapter 214

The night is dark.

The vehicle driven by the driver slowly drove into the lane.

Mo Yi pulled the car door and walked down, lowered his head to open the mobile phone interface. A light blue light lit up in the heavy night, illuminating his pale face. His fingers stayed above Jiang Yuanbai's name and did not move for a long time.

After a long time, he finally ordered.

The beeping sound started to sound.

No one answered the other end of the phone.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and closed his eyes hard. He didn't know whether he was relieved or disappointed. He slightly closed his stiff fingers and took the phone back into his pocket.

He walked into the room and turned on the ceiling light. The light blocked the darkness and cold outside the thin door panel like a huge barrier, then walked straight towards the study and turned on the computer.

The funeral handed over to him by Jiang Yuanrou and the handling of related contracts did not take Mo Yi too much time. She already knew that if she really died in the game, the world would not remember her. So she had already done a fake identity with the foundation very early to handle most of her own property, including the distribution of equity and real estate. Mo Yi only needed to put it into implementation and operation.

He stared at the computer screen and pressed the Enter key.

At this point, Jiang Yuanrou will no longer exist.

Mo Yi pinched the bridge of his nose and turned his head to look at the phone he placed next to the computer. The screen was pitch black and he did not turn off the ringtone notification. If there were phone calls or text messages just now, he would never miss it. But since Mo Yi sat in front of the computer just now, it was quiet like a heavy piece of metal.

He clicked on the screen—no new notification.

Mo Yi slowly let out a breath, 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 thick metal door, and his thin figure was swallowed by the gradually closed door.

Mo Yi walked into the laboratory. The bright and almost dazzling light was reflected by the silver-white wall, illuminating the huge space. He walked to the screen placed on the wall, and gently tapped it on the keyboard. 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 number 0 - I don't know when it jumped into 1.

Mo Yi could hardly believe his eyes, and it took him a long time to react...

The simulation results are out.

The code leaked when the game almost crashed can be decoded.

He felt the heart in his chest pulsing violently, the blood under his body seemed to boil, the palm was sweaty, the mind buzzed, and his throat felt a little dry - this was his subconscious reaction when he made a major breakthrough. He lowered his head and looked for it dizzyly, but he did not see the water cup. Only then did he realize that he was not in his study, but in the laboratory underground of Jiang Yuanrou's house.

Mo Yi calmed himself down.

He checked it several times before finally confirming that the key data of the decoded code is being stored in his computer.

Mo Yi raised his hand to wipe away the thin sweat from his forehead, pulled open the chair and sat down in front of the computer. His fingers were still trembling due to violent fluctuations in his emotions. He clenched his cold fingers hard, and then began to substitute the decoding program calculated by the program into the original code and run the decoding program.

On the huge computer screen, light green numbers scrolling on the dark background, dazzling.

——It will take some time to complete the calculation.

Mo Yi slowly leaned back, and his spine that remained motionless for a long time was stiff and painful. With the sudden relaxation, he made a slight friction sound. He reached out to hold his neck and turned his head. His eyes accidentally passed over the table next to him. The dark video tape seemed particularly eye-catching on the pale desktop, and the slightly faded surface was visible in the light.

Cold, hard, clear edges and inanimate.

Mo Yi reached out and took the video tape into his hand and played with it, and he was a little dazed for a moment.

He seemed to suddenly think of something and stood up suddenly.

A few minutes later, the content in 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 picture appeared on the screen. He stared at the screen with concentration, and saw from beginning to end without falling every minute.

Jiang Yuanrou smiled on the screen: "My incompetent brother is taken care of by you."

The video came to an abrupt end.

The empty room returned to silence, Mo Yi stared at the pause of the video and took a deep breath.

He straightened up and pulled the video back to the place where the screen had just begun to be black, then began to decompose the blank minutes of the video frame by frame, and then began to decode and analyze frame by frame.

But the information obtained is pitifully small, and basically all the data is completely destroyed.

After Mo Yi copied and saved the video in full, he disassembled the video tape, and the pitch-black magnetic strips were quietly arranged in the shell - this is exactly why Jiang Yuanrou used this old-fashioned video tape to record. The current video recording equipment is digitally burned, and its original magnetic recording is to arrange images and sounds on the magnetic strips with magnetic tracks, and the information it can retain under game interference is more.

It's really a very smart method.

Mo Yi turned on the relevant equipment he sent before, began to capture and collect the tracks on the magnetic strips, and imported them into the computer for analysis and transcoding.

Finally, he found a little bit of data that was not completely destroyed during that dark period.

After Mo Yi repaired it, he found that it was an audio piece.

He released the audio, and the sizzling machine sounded in the open room. Amid the chaotic noise, he could vaguely distinguish Jiang Yuanrou's distorted sound:

“…sizi…only…sizi…you…”

All that remain are strange syllables that cannot be distinguished.

Mo Yi frowned and stared at the linear sound wave pattern on the screen in confusion, and was puzzled for a moment.

Only you...?

What's the meaning?

Without being discouraged, he imported the other paragraphs into the recovery program and continued to run, trying to find any residual traces from the deleted data. The two screens show the running process of the two sets of programs, and the only thing he can do now is wait.

Mo Yi looked down at his watch. He didn't look very surprised that it was already eleven o'clock the next day. He stood up from the chair, rubbed his back of his neck sleepily, and then dragged his steps upstairs.

He walked into the study room, locked the entrance to the laboratory again, then reached out and picked up the phone he placed on the computer desk in the study room, and swiped his fingers and the screen unlocked.

——There is still no new notice.

Mo Yi pressed his forehead a little tiredly, and swiped his fingers aimlessly on the screen twice.

He blinked, and then realized that he subconsciously opened the call interface, paused his fingers slightly, and clicked to exit.

It has been so long since, Jiang Yuanbai cannot have not seen his phone record, and he has not replied to any information or phone number, so he must have learned the news, and... he should not really want to contact others.

Mo Yi pressed the screen of the phone to turn off, then stood up and walked out of the study.

The spacious and gorgeous living room is empty, and the bright summer sun shines through the windows, leaving spots of golden marks on the ground and furniture. The lights still on in the room are almost lost in color, as if they are just jewelry dotted on the ceiling.

Mo Yi walked to the door and reached out to turn off the headlights in the room.

He opened the door, and the sultry air swept through the heat wave, wafting into the door, dispersing a little coolness brought by the central air conditioner. The dazzling sunlight shone the eyelids into a rose-red color. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that his sleepiness seemed to gradually rise with the warm sunshine.

He turned around and walked into the room. Just as he was closing the door, his eyes accidentally swept across the open space below the corridor.

There were seven or eight trampled cigarette butts piled up there.

The security here is extremely tight, and it is not easy to come in and stay on this porch for half to an hour. Moreover, the place is a blind spot of the camera installed at the door, so those who can find this place are obviously very familiar with this place.

...It is self-evident who it is.

Mo Yi transferred to the camera at the door and played the previous three or four hours at high speed - the screen was empty and there was no figure.

Jiang Yuanbai has been here and has been here for quite some time.

And... I never tried to come up and ring the doorbell.

Mo Yi finally took a deep look at the embarrassing marks on the ground, then turned around and walked into the door, gently closing the door behind him.

He rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, walked to the kitchen habitually, and brought the porridge aside to the fire to heat it.

A thought that shocked him suddenly passed through his mind, which was a little dull due to the difficulty, as if lightning had tear apart the dark night sky, and it shone the truth that Mo Yi had never noticed before.

He stared at the porridge that was gradually whispering as the temperature heated up, and felt the blood on his body gradually getting colder.

Since Wen Chen was able to transform into a human form, he has never allowed him to enter the kitchen. Even if Mo Yi wanted to do anything casually, he would be kicked out - Wen Chen never let the cold porridge that stayed overnight on the stove, and his persistence in these things almost made Mo Yi think he was happy.

Mo Yi tried to recall, but his brain seemed to be stuck, and he realized in a trance.

Wen Chen has never shown up since he left the house last night.

His voice was hard and hoarse: "…Wen Chen?"

The room was silent, and only the porridge was boiling on the stove.
Chapter completed!