Chapter 133:

Chapter 133
Mo Yi froze slightly, tightening her fingers subconsciously, trying to catch the strange touch in her palm.
But his fingertips pierced the air and caught the air.
The mist, which has no concrete shape, re-gathers dimly, gathers up in Mo Yisong's loose palm, strokes every inch of stripe in his palm, every inch of skin, and then slowly stretches through him. Fingers across the back of his hand.
-It feels like intertwined with people's fingers.
Mo Yi coughed in concealment, raised the other hand to send the tea cup to her lips, covering her expression.
This feeling is really weird ... no matter how you move your fingers, you cannot get rid of the soft entanglement between the fingers.
Mo Yi stared down at the light green tea in the cup, and frowned subconsciously—
He originally thought that Wen Yan would sleep more for a while, but he did not expect that he would wake up so soon ... Although he has not yet turned into a human form, he can already appear in the form of mist.
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to realize that Mo Yi was absent-minded, and stopped her next words, and asked with some worry:
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Mo Yi drew a sip of tea, his pale complexion was slightly reddish by the tea mist rising from the tea cup, and he shook his head, arrogantly
"... It's okay, it's just no rest."
It seems that Jiang Yuanrou noticed the light blue and black under Mo Yi's eyes and frowned anxiously:
"Is there something bothering you? If you need me, let me know."
Mo Yi was about to shake his head, but he seemed to think of something, his motion was a slight pause: "Actually ... it really is."
The computer configuration he uses now is high even in the professional field, but it is a bit laborious to run the decoding algorithm he is currently trying, so he now has more urgent needs for hardware, but now he is more professional The equipment is monopolized by the military, and he has already retired for a long time, and he is not ready to return, using the previous lines and contacts is too much involved.
Jiang's enterprise is one of the military's high-tech partners.
After listening to Mo Yi's needs seriously, Jiang Yuanrou thought for a few seconds and nodded slowly:
"I'll see what I can do for you."
After receiving a positive reply from Jiang Yuanrou, Mo Yi slightly tickled his lips and said, "Thank you very much."
The mist that had been entwined in his hands no longer disturbed. It seemed very satisfied with the ten-finger interlocking state, and quietly put Mo Yi's fingers together.
Mo Yi reluctantly took a sip of the warm tea in the cup, and he could only turn a blind eye to some transgressive behavior of Wen Yi.
He no longer pays attention to the strange feeling in his palm, refocuses on Jiang Yuanrou, and then asks the previous topic:
"What happened later? What happened after that?"
Jiang Yuanrou replied: "After Edwin got stuck, I found an opportunity to escape, and then used the terrain and his stalemate to end the cool-down time of my props, stopped him and killed him. At that time, the villa was basically crumbling. Then, I dragged a broken leg to death and dug out a way out of the rubble. "
Her voice described gently, the thrilling scene was spoken lightly by Jiang Yuanrou in a few words, but it still sounded a little tight in her heart.
Mo Yi nodded and continued to ask, "Apart from that, do you notice anything worth noting in the copy?"
Jiang Yuanrou thought about it seriously and then said:
"Well ... except for the abnormal state of the sky after I left the villa--but I don't think I need to say this, right?"
She shrugged jokingly at Mo Yi.
Mo Yi thoughtfully showed a smile, then lowered his head and took a sip of the tea which was already cold in the cup.
Jiang Yuanrou's action naturally lifted the teapot, and the action filled the cup with half a cup of water. The thick tea aroma rose along the steam, smelling fresh and quiet.
She put down her delicate white porcelain teapot, but suddenly seemed to think of something, adding:
"However, after the copy is over ... it's not the same as before."
Mo Yi looked up at her, quietly waiting for her to continue.
"I seem to have entered a dark space without any light and touch, and then a voice told me that I have passed the membership test for the premium club. Have you experienced it before?
"Yes," Mo Yi nodded. "So what kind of member are you now?"
Jiang Yuanrou replied, "Class C, how about you?"
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "Before this copy was Level B, now it is Level A."
Jiang Yuanrou stared with amazement and said, "... wow."
Mo Yi briefly introduced Jiang Yuanrou's permissions to members' clubs and members, and then concluded:
"I only found this information for the time being, half of it was leaked by the game itself, and half of it was my guess."
Now they have basically figured out the rules of the game. When two people communicate with each other at different levels of knowledge, they will be blocked. For example, players and non-players, members and non-members. When the level is at the same stage, it will not prevent the exchange of information between players.
So after opening the branch copy, the two copies blended by default, and then Jiang Yuanrou and Mo Yi could exchange information smoothly.
Today, Mo Yi not only met Jiang Yuanbai with sound limbs, but also exchanged information and information with Jiang Yuanrou. His purpose of coming here today has basically been achieved.
He cupped the tea cup, drank the tea left in the cup, and stood up, saying to Jiang Yuanrou:
"I should go now, so I won't bother you."
Jiang Yuanrou stood up and sent him to the door, and sincerely invited him to stay for lunch, but Mo Yi declined it politely.
After all, there was still a mess waiting for him in his own apartment.

In the next few days, Mo Yi spent sleeping and eating in front of the computer, working day and night.
Four days later, someone knocked on his door. High-precision machines and equipment were put into his door like a stream of water, and then properly and carefully assembled, arming Mo Yi's study into a high-tech one. computer room--
Jiang Yuanrou's efficiency is really high. In just a few days, Mo Yi got the military's top prototype.
After the prototype was delivered, Mo Yi devoted more attention to the decoding and operation of the algorithm.
He almost devoted all his energy to this. The high-end and advanced prototypes are under his hands.
, Almost like his other brain works day and night.
The previous exercise plan with Shen Lei and others was also shelved. The number of times Mo Mo went to that fitness villa was reduced with the naked eye. Every time he went, he always seemed to be in a state of absent-mindedness, his brows locked and his mouth lowered. Speaking in the lowlands, he seems to be calculating something. Sometimes when he is on the treadmill, he suddenly thinks of something, then moves quickly from the machine, and then scribbles something on the small notebook that he carries.
Shen Lei also looked a few times when Mo Yi was writing and drawing because of curiosity, but the densely written symbols on it made him dizzy and dizzy like alien text in his eyes, and instantly gave up understanding of Mo What is Yi doing?
Wang Zezhi, who had some knowledge of the password, patted Shen Lei's shoulder sympathetically and told him that what Mo Yi wrote was at least four times more encrypted, even if someone who knew what he wrote had no access to his book. Decipherable.
Mo Yi spent so much sleep and sleeplessly, and spent another period of time without sleep.
Finally, after 48 hours without closing his eyes, Mo Yi's body finally couldn't resist the protest of the physiological mechanism.
He fell asleep in front of the three screens running fast, with deep dark circles under his eyes, looking decadent and tired.
When I woke up again, the window was completely dark, and the whole room was full of twilight. Only the three screens in front and the two smaller screens behind were still on. In the dark room Inside was shimmering with blue light.
Mo Yi blinked a little at a loss, only a long time before he could tell where he was.
He straightened up, and a thin piece of clothing on his back slid down as he moved and landed on the ground suddenly.
Mo Yi slowly looked down at the clothes on the floor, his chaotic brain was working hard.
Who's covering him?
It seemed that he had just calmed down from the previous fierce working state, and began to think of some strange phenomena that he had been blind for two days.
In the first few days, he still lived out by takeaway, but later ... it seemed that the meal appeared on his table by himself.
And there is no need to add coffee at all, and always have clean clothes ...
Mo Yi turned to look at the trash can aside.
Empty.
The take-out box that was thrown in before seems to be cleaned up, and there are no traces of existence.
Mo Yi raised his hand and pinched his nose bridge. Once he started working, he seemed to be in a strange state. The whole person was deeply immersed in his own thoughts, and he didn't care about external things and changes. In retrospect, the state of the previous few days is almost like a long fantasy dream.
There are only a few blurred pictures in the dream, and full of data, data, data, code, code, code.
Mo Yi closed her eyes tightly, then shouted loudly:
"... Smell it?"
His hoarse voice sounded in the empty room, startling Mo Yi, who hadn't heard any other sounds for several days.
The room was quiet and nothing happened.
Mo Yi stood up at the table and pushed open the door of the study—the warm yellow light and the sweet fragrance of warm sweet porridge slammed into his senses, almost making him a little overwhelmed.
He raised his painful eyes stabbed by the light and looked into the kitchen, only to see that the porridge was cooking on the kitchen stove, the long-handled spoon moved by himself, and stirred slowly in the grumbled gruel .
Mo Yi subtly hooked his lips and leaned on the door frame and said:
"... Mr. Tian Luo?"
As soon as his words fell, under the light of Huang Chengcheng in the kitchen, the transpiration of mist gathered, and a familiar figure slowly became clear.
Wen Yan was standing in the kitchen, and the spontaneous spoon was holding in his slender knuckles.
He stared at Mo Yi, the corners of his lips curled into a soft arc:
"Oh? Mr. Tian Luo?"
Wen Yan lowered the spoon in his hand, walked towards Mo Yi, and smiled gently:
"Do you remember, the legendary young man finally married the Tianluo girl."
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