Chapter 212:

Chapter 212
The huge black equipment and machines were delivered one after another in the next few days. The surface of each machine was welded with the same logo. With the help of Wen Yan, they were passed through the hidden door and elevator in the study. It will be sent to the laboratory below the ground, and processed and isolated by Wen Yan before plugging in the power, to isolate the game's pervasive influence from the thick alloy plate.
Mo Yi held his breath and stared at the dense mist in front of him. The milky white color seemed to be bound by a small piece of space in front of him. He gathered heavily in a narrow corner to block his sight.
A few minutes later, the mist, which was flowing like a liquid, slowly dissipated, exposing the tall, dark body that followed.
Wen Yan's figure appeared slowly, and he seemed to be a little more solid than the other day.
Mo Yi suppressed his tension and looked at Wen Yan, only to see that he nodded slowly towards Mo Yi and smiled gently.
-All machines are plugged in.
The rumbling operation sounded under the empty dome, and the humming operation sound of the cooling and air-conditioning also joined. The dark and tall machines were neatly arranged on the cold and reflective ground. The thick metal shell had blue and white The indicator light turns on and off regularly, almost rejuvenating this abandoned laboratory for many years.
The screen placed on the wall lights up, and all the equipment starts to work in an orderly manner.
Mo Yi pressed his lips and pressed down the excitement and excitement in his heart. He walked quickly to the screen and sat down. The long and pale ten fingers skillfully tapped the dark keyboard, which was improved again and new parameters were introduced. The operation code is input to the screen with the cracking of the keyboard, and finally, it taps softly as if the dust has settled.
The program starts computing.
The numbers at the top right of the screen started to jump from zero at a rapid speed, and only a few seconds have popped up several digits, which is almost twice as fast as the operating speed in the study of Mo Yi.
Mo Yi paused, retracted the palm above the keyboard, stared at the huge screen in front of me, with dark eyes printed the code of fast calculations on the screen, and the pupils with extremely deep colors were like a small party with everything world.
Just then, he felt a gentle force from his chin, turning his face away from the screen.
Wen Yan came forward and exchanged a brief kiss with him.
He lowered his eyes, his pale face with a translucent texture, his voice low and soft, almost slang, and said half-jokingly and seriously:
"You look at that machine with this look, and I will be jealous."
Mo Yi smiled, reached out and gently touched Wen Yi's jaw, and then touched like a dragonfly with a touch of water:
"Otherwise, do I see you?"
Wen Yan grabbed Mo Yi's palm and pressed his cold forehead against the back of his hand, then kissed his fingers softly, raised his head to look at Mo Yi deeply, and the light-colored pupils seemed to melt. Honey, burning with almost hot feelings, seems to be suppressing paranoia and possessiveness that cannot be concealed:
"Okay, just look at me."
Mo Yi was caught off guard by Wen Zhi's straightforward and enthusiastic confession. He slightly turned his face to avoid Wen Yi's eyesight, and coughed a few times unnaturally, then raised his face and said:
"... Okay, we still have a lot of work."
He did n’t lie. Even Mo Yi has basically figured out the basic operating principles of the game. Now he also has equipment and venues that can not be disturbed and affected by the game, as well as computing programs upgraded after introducing new parameters. But Mo Yi still couldn't find a way to restrain the game effectively.
And now there is only over a week left before he was pulled into the copy again.
Although I don't want to admit it, the date of August 14 gave Mo Yi a great sense of oppression.
It must be done before this day.
It seemed like a huge task that couldn't be completed, like a cloud pressing on Mo Yi's heart, like a boulder bound to his chest, and he could hardly breathe in depression.
Wen Yan chuckled, and put his cold lips on the back of Mo Yi's hand. He nodded lovingly, then straightened up, his voice soft and spoiled: "Okay."
"Call me anything you need, and I do my best."
Mo Yi nodded, his bright eyes narrowed slightly with a smile: "... Thank you very much."
After speaking, he turned and rushed towards the huge flashing screen in front of him again, took a deep breath slowly, straightened his arms, moved his stiff ten fingers, and then hung his palms over the keyboard, and repositioned his whole body. The heart is in the work at hand.
The hard alloy wall fully separates the pressure brought by the thick soil layer, and stably creates a large and empty space below. The inside and the laboratory, which has been basically cleaned up, are thousands of meters below the ground, as if Independence and out of time, even if the outside world alternates with day and evening, it seems as if it has not been affected at all.
The bright white light above the head is reflected by the icy light on the smooth and cold wall and floor, the screen flickers, the sound of the machine's operation and the buzz of the exhaust fan are mixed with the sound of the keyboard, as if it has become part of the air , Becoming more vague as time passes, making it almost impossible to separate it from the background.
After a long time, Mo Yi finally stopped.
The sudden disappearance of keyboard knocks almost made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He slowly moved his sore shoulders and neck, his fingers trembling stiffly due to long typing, and Mo Yi stared at his own results on the screen, and could not help but spit out a spit of air slowly—the basic form of the game took root And the current among them is not a very bad thing for Mo Yi, which at least proves that the code he got in the game before is not baseless, and the interpretation of this code is likely to have a relationship with Mo Yi Understanding and analysis of the game.
At random, according to the game propagation method he guessed, he upgraded and coded his previous code, and then brought the parameters he calculated into the previous calculation cycle again.
Once the calculation comes to a conclusion, it can be decoded in reverse, and the whole picture of the entire game can be displayed in front of its own eyes.
Mo Yi looked down at his watch, only to realize that nearly ten hours had passed.
He got up from the chair, and the feeling of soreness and pain suddenly spread. His legs were so weak that he could hardly stand. Mo Yi helped the table to slow down, then turned and walked outside the laboratory.
Although most of the questions now need to wait for the results of the calculation program to be answered, one point Mo Yi has always been a little confused-why no matter where he enters the game no matter where he enters the game, he will wake up in the bed in his room ? This is also one of the reasons why he first sought Jiang Yuanrou and wanted her to observe himself entering the game.
The result brought by Jiang Yuanrou pushed Mo Yi deeper into the doubt.
If the game controls and supervises players from an electronic level, it should also bring the player's consciousness into the copy, so no matter what injuries the player gets in the copy, it will not be reflected to the player after the copy is over But the physical body of the player will not follow the spirit of the player into the game world. If the player leaves the copy, their physical body should also be located before they enter the game. Correct.
So ... what about the place similar to the archive point?
-This is where he has been unable to figure out.
Mo Yi returned to the study and turned on his cell phone to send a message to Shen Lei.
He was sitting on a chair while holding his mobile phone. The groggy feeling spread to his mind with the sore muscles, and his consciousness became paralyzed as if soaked in warm water, making him fall asleep without knowing it.
When Mo Yi woke up again, the sky outside the window had completely darkened, there was no light in the study, only the blurred outline of the furniture in the twilight could be seen.
He found himself lying on a soft couch in the study for rest, rather than the chair in his memory before falling asleep.
Mo Yi sat up, the hard metal case of the mobile phone in his hand was stained with body temperature, the screen lit with his movements, and there was no new prompt on it. Shen Lei didn't seem to see the message he sent. .
Isn't he still in the copy?
Just when Mo Yi was puzzled, the study room's light was turned on, and the translucent light instantly lit the whole room.
He narrowed his eyes slightly under the sudden light, and looked to the door, only to see Wen Yan still standing at the door in a translucent form, looking down at him with his face down, his voice was mild:
"Woke up?"
Mo Yi rubbed his sore neck and nodded.
Wen Yan smiled, and the warm yellow light softened his outline: "Come and eat."
He came over, reached out and pulled Mo Yi from the soft couch, and the two walked into the living room one after the other. Mo Yi just opened the chair and sat down, feeling that the mobile phone in his hand suddenly vibrated and buzzed. Two beeps.
Mo Yi froze, looked down at his mobile phone screen, and saw Shen Lei's message jump out:
It was the address that Jiang Yuanrou transformed into a gym.
He was refreshed, hurriedly drunk the porridge in his bowl, then stood up and walked outside the room, while walking, he called the driver Jiang Yuanbai had left for him and asked him to wait at the door With yourself.
Mo Yi hurried to the front of the car and saw the driver pull the door for him. While sitting back in the driver's seat, he said with nostalgia, "Mr. Jiang used to go out this time often ... Where are you going?" "
After waiting for a long time without waiting for Mo Yi's answer, the driver wondered when looking at Mo Yi from the rearview mirror, but only saw Mo Yi staring at him pale, his dark eyes were rather dazzling in the night, making the driver helpless Startled, he asked stupidly:
"What ... what happened?"
Mo Yi slowly asked: "Did you not call Jiang Yuanbai ... Mr. Jiang Xiao?"
The driver didn't understand what Mo Yi was talking about, and he froze for a moment. Mo Yi did not seem to want him to answer, but continued to ask:
"Which is the Jiang family managing now? Jiang Yuanbai or Jiang Yuanrou?"
The driver Zhang Er replied puzzledly:
"When ... of course Mr. Jiang Yuanbai, who is ... Jiang Yuanrou ...?"
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