Chapter 142:

Chapter 142
Jiang Yuanbai suddenly closed his voice, his eyes fell on the ground aside, his lips narrowed into a straight line of silence.
Mo Yi paused, looking down his line of sight, and saw that the dark brown dry film on the floor and the wall seemed to be thinner, and evaporated and disappeared at a rate visible to the naked eye, exposing the devastated underneath. Messy and dirty surface of the room.
There was a strange weird smell in the room.
Mo Yi could almost hear the slight "sizzling" sound that emanated from the film.
He turned to look at Jiang Yuanbai, only to see him still staring at the ground not far away, a trace of dark red blood slowly slid down the corner of his lips, to hang on his chin without falling.
Mo Yi froze and said subconsciously, "You ..."
His voice seemed to wake up Jiang Yuanbai, only to see him as if he had just woke up from his sleep and turned to look at Mo Yi.
Jiang Yuanbai seemed to want to say something, but he just opened his mouth and more dark red blood poured out of his mouth. The color of the blood was dark like a thick mud, and the black and red color was instantly red. Touching his chin, it trickled down.
He stretched out his hand to catch the dripping blood, and stared at him with a strangely dark blood that quickly stained his fingers and palm prints.
Jiang Yuanbai began to cough violently, his lean body arched, and trembled in his hoarse coughing like a dead leaf in the wind, and it was difficult to control himself to tilt to the side—
Mo Yi frowned and quickly stepped forward to help Jiang Yuanbai falling down.
Jiang Yuanbai managed to suppress the cough, wiped the corners of his blood-stained mouth with the back of his trembling hands, and said with a hoarse voice:
"... I'm fine."
He looked up at Mo Yi aside, and the film covering the window disappeared at this moment as if it had melted. The sunlight blocked out of the window for a long time now finally shone into the room. The whole room looked like the rest of the life in the sun The disaster scene is average.
Jiang Yuanbai's face looked almost blue in the sun. He took a deep breath and continued:
"I can feel ... my memory is gradually disappearing-it is being erased, the game does not allow-"
His voice suddenly weakened at the last moment, his eyelids slowly closed, Mo Yi's heart tightened, and he reached out his hands subconsciously to reach his nose.
Feeling the faint and moist air flowing across the cold fingers, Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Great, Jiang Yuanbai just passed out.
Mo Yi slightly relaxed his tight back from the beginning, moved his arm slightly, adjusted a less awkward posture for Jiang Yuanbai who passed out, and shouted loudly:
"Smell it! Yuanrou!"
Not long after his voice fell, he heard rapid footsteps from the door, and within a few seconds, the door of the room was pushed open.
Jiang Yuanrou stood stiffly at the door, his eyes stuck tightly to Jiang Yuanbai's body in Mo Yihuai, his lips trembling speechless.
Mo Yi glanced down at Jiang Yuanbai, only to realize how misleading his look was blue and black, and he hurried to explain:
"Yuanbai is fine, he just passed out."
As if Jiang Yuanrou was drained from strength, she reached out and supported the wall around her to prevent herself from falling down. She took a deep breath, came over with a not steady pace, and took Jiang from Mo Yi's arm. Yuan Bai, then looked up at Mo Yi:
"I……"
Just as the first word blurted out, Jiang Yuanrou's eye circles instantly turned red. She took a deep breath, and then said in a strong calm voice:
"I contacted a trusted hand to deal with the mess and sent Yuan Bai elsewhere for treatment."
Mo Yi stood up and nodded absently.
He crossed Jiang Yuanrou's half-squat body and looked not far away-Wen Zheng was standing at the door.
Standing upright in the corridor's re-emerging lights, his erect figure looked like a dark shadow that tore the light stiffly, and a sharp wedge-like spine hurt his retina.
Mo Yi stared at him, knowing in his heart that the other party was looking back at him.
The wind sounded like falling down in my ears, but I couldn't hear anything else.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Jiang Yuanrou's thunderous voice sounded as if it rang from a long distance, and it seemed to explode in his ears.
Mo Yi turned back to God suddenly, withdrew her gaze, looked down at Jiang Yuanrou, who was standing in front of her, only to see her looking up at her with a doubt on her face, repeated in her mouth:
"Are you ok?"
"... Okay." Mo Yi lowered his eyes concealed and replied, "Today is really a long day."
Jiang Yuanrou raised his hand and rubbed his temple, sighing wearily: "... Yeah."
She patiently asked the question she had just asked again: "Do you need me to find someone to help you back?"
Mo Yi nodded: "Thanks a lot."
After he and Jiang Yuanrou finished talking, they walked towards the door, and the distance between Wen Yan and him gradually narrowed. Mo Yi could see the sharpened face of the other party gradually became clear. The light gray eyes focused on the light Gaze at him.
He heard the low voice of Wen Yan sound:
"Go home?"
Mo Yi froze for half a second without trace, then narrowed his eyes slowly, and looked into Wen Yan's eyes deeply, as if to look at his naked soul through the dark pupils of the light iris.
-It seems that he just wants to see his narrow and clear reflection in his eyes.
He glanced back and said calmly:
"Well, go home."
The two walked side by side, and the dark brown film that was once covered with the black mucus in the corridor around it had almost dried up, but the devastated traces in the room were still clearly visible, and sunlight was shining into the room from the window In China, there is quite an illusion like another generation.
Jiang Yuanrou's people are very efficient. Looking down from the stairs, he can already see someone carrying a huge cleaning instrument approaching the villa.
The buzzing roar shook in the air when the machine started, breaking the silence that lasted just now.
Wen Yan stared at him in the sun, his lips slightly tilted.
Mo Yi saw his lips move slightly and seemed to be saying something, but the noise in the room made him completely unable to hear the other party's voice.
He frowned, raising his voice and asking, "-what did you say?"
Wen Yan looked at him, and then leaned closer to his ears—the cold, moist breath brushed his ears, and Mo Yi heard the other person say:
"The sun is beautiful."
Mo Yi pursed her lips, glanced sideways at the light coming in through the window lattice, and an inconspicuous smile appeared on the corners of her lips:
"……Yes."
The two walked to the door and saw several people carrying the stretcher past their eyes. There were several familiar faces on the stretcher, all of whom were guards at the door Mo Yi had seen before. They were embarrassed, their eyes were closed, their faces were similar in pain and embarrassment, as if they were experiencing a nightmare that they couldn't wake up.
The figure carrying the stretcher hurriedly walked by, and his figure soon disappeared into sight.
Mo Yi's eyes paused for a moment before their disappearing back, and then he turned his head and asked, "Are they going to do anything?"
Wen Yan lowered his eyes, and calmly replied, "They haven't been in those" things "for a long time, and it stands to reason that they will not be life-threatening."
Mo Yi said bluntly: "... this way."
He looked away and walked towards the door with Wen Yan. A car was waiting at the door and someone opened the door for them.
After the two of them stooped into the car, the car started slowly.
This time in the city is not the peak period, and the traffic volume is not large. The vehicles are unimpeded all the way and soon reach their destination.
Mo Yi opened the door with the key, and the two walked into the room one after the other. The familiar atmosphere and peaceful environment in the room could not help but produce an indescribable sense of exhaustion.
Wen Yan asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Mo Yi was suddenly shocked. He hadn't eaten anything since he woke up this morning. He felt tired and hungry as if he had been awakened from the depths of his body at this time. Answered:
"... all right."
He hurriedly walked towards the study, and said without looking back, "I have a few variables that need to be changed. You can decide."
Wen Yan called him behind him: "So, did you get the answer you wanted at Jiang Yuanbai?"
Mo Yi's finger placed on the door handle of the study was a slight pause, and said ambiguously, "Probably."
After that, he pressed his palm down, and the door of the study opened in front of him. Mo Yi slowly walked into the room and reached for the ceiling light in his room.
The screen in the room was flashing with blue light, and the data above seemed to be moving at a rapid pace, changing at a speed that is hard to capture by the naked eye.
Mo Yi's gaze swept across one of the screens-it shows the number of calculations so far:
8234702394 times.
He took a deep breath, pulled a chair and sat down, reaching out to take out the empty coffee cups lying on the table from the piles of messy drafts of calculations, which still had the mud color of the same color as the cup. The coffee stains, after being simply cleaned up in front of the table, finally became much refreshed.
Mo Yi slowly placed her hands on the keyboard, her eyes dropped slightly, and she seemed to be thinking about something.
The slightly loose sleeve slipped off the wrist, exposing the silk ribbon wrapped around the wrist bone.
The water-like cold silk ribbon tightly fits the skin, the messy pattern on it is entangled like any abstract painting, and the bright color contrast deeply hurts the viewer's eyes.
Mo Yi's gaze fell for a few seconds, and then the ribbon was detached from his wrist by the ghostly.
The unknown fabric seemed to carry his body temperature slowly unfolding in front of his eyes. Even if he didn't know how long it had been entangled on his wrist, there was still no trace of creases on it.
The long blood-like silk thread runs through the entire ribbon from beginning to end. The thick black ink dots on the edge of the ribbon blend into the main body, and then spread along the direction in which the silk stretches. The silver-white background looks strange and harmonious.
The ink color on it was almost double the last time I saw it.
Could it have been caused by those sticky black substances in Jiang Yuanrou's villa before?
After all, the black above began to spread, because he touched the black sticky substance around Jiang Yuan's body with a silk ribbon when he was in the copy—
Mo Yi reached out and stroked the remaining space on the silk ribbon, his eyes dimmed.
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