Chapter 216:

Chapter 216
In a groggy state, Mo Yi heard the noise of noisy people for a while.
In the chaos, the vague sound is like a sticky porridge that surrounds his ears. No matter how hard Mo Yi tries, he can't recognize the content of the sound. As if consciousness was put in a huge cover, all the noise is covered. Exclusion.
The eyelids were heavy as if filled with lead. Mo Yi struggled to open his eyes a gap. The pale white light instantly irritated the eyes and burst into tears. Everything in front of him seemed to be shaking violently, dim into a strong light. Virtual shadow.
Mo Yi blinked hard, forcing tears out of his eyes.
Gaze gradually became clear, and the noisy human voice in his ear seemed to be gradually away.
He turned his sore neck slightly, his eyes glanced around him.
There is no one in the huge laboratory, only the buzzing sound of the machine and the cooling system is echoing in the huge and silent metal space. The chaotic human voice seems to be just a hallucinatory illusion, which changes with the awakening of consciousness It was thin and distant, until it completely disappeared on the edge of perception.
Mo Yi raised his hand and squeezed the bridge of his nose, his frown never seemed to stretch.
Maybe I'm too tired ...
He looked up at the huge screen not far from his eyes. The dark background was neatly lined with bright green codes, flashing with the frequency of breathing, like some real living creature.
Mo Yi held his breath and was struck by almost his forgotten memories. He remembered all the work he had done before.
In order to use the game's own data to attack its near-perfect code, Mo Yi made many plans for it-the chain crash caused by the too aggressive worm cannot be controlled, and the destruction method it brings is almost violent Although Mo Yi hasn't fully figured out what kind of existence form Wen Wen has, but it is undeniable that he must also be related to the existence of the game, and it is likely to exist in some energy mode.
Then the side effect of the destructive virus is likely to destroy Wen Yan and the game together.
So Mo Yi chose the second method-he adapted and perfected this incomplete code to create a simple framework, and enriched and expanded it with his own understanding of the existing existence of the game. Created a simulation body of the game, and implanted a hidden engulfing program in the simulation body.
Since most of its shell and core are constructed by the game's source code, it will not be resisted by the game's automatic defense system when implanted, and once this simulation enters the game, its engulfing program will Will start, multiplying like a parasite in the game, eventually killing the host and replacing it.
And Mo Yi added the code for emergency braking to prevent it from exceeding his control.
Once the plan is successful ... it means that the entire game is under his control.
Now the only thing he needs to figure out is-how to embed the program in the game?
Mo Yi raised his hand and pressed his vaguely painful temple. His body seemed to finally wake up with consciousness. He felt a cramp in his stomach, and vertigo caused by not eating for too long.
He opened the chair, stood up a little stumbled, and took the elevator back upstairs.
It was dusk at this moment outside, and the dim and dim light projected from the window. The shadow-covered room was empty, and the lonely and deadly dark light outlined the shadows.
Mo Yi picked up her cell phone on the table-it had drained its electricity because it had not been used for several days.
He plugged the phone into a power source, and after a while, the screen lit up.
The moment the screen turned on, the above date stung Mo Yi's eyeballs-today is August 13th.
There are less than 12 hours left to enter the game.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, and swiped his finger across the screen to open the lock screen. There was a lot of new information in the notification bar above. He opened it and found that most of them were Shen Lei. Sent from several other players he knew, Mo Yi quickly browsed it, not many accidentally found that Jiang Yuanbai still did not send any news.
He thought for a moment, opened the browser interface and started to browse the latest business news.
The Jiang family ’s companies have n’t changed much recently. The stock trend is still very optimistic. Recently, they have also reached cooperation and mergers and acquisitions with several other companies. There are no pictures in the press release, but Jiang Yuanbai ’s name is listed. , Juxtaposed with beautiful words such as business rookies.
-Just like Jiang Yuanrou at the beginning.
Mo Yi's fingers holding the phone tightened slightly, and her mind was instantly mixed.
To tell the truth ... Jiang Yuanbai's behavior is not very sane now, because he is still a game player, so no matter what video recording equipment can not record his image, whether it will be questioned for the time being, just say him If you are killed in the game and you don't handle the follow-up succession, then it will bring the collapse of the entire enterprise and even the family-the game will not care about the subsequent management of the company after you are wiped out.
The most sensible way now is to exit from the company's management layer by step, like Jiang Yuanrou before, and find a backup plan for himself.
At that moment, Mo Yi suddenly seemed to realize something, and could not help but hesitated for a while--
... Jiang Yuanrou did this because Jiang Yuanbai was able to rely on and rely on him after his death.
And now ... Jiang Yuanrou is dead, Jiang Yuanbai has no other people to be concerned about and pay.
Why would he do that?
Mo Yi lowered her eyebrows in silence, groped with her finger on the side of the phone, and the screen returned to darkness.
He sighed slowly, walked outside the study room and made a little food for himself, and then drilled back into the underground laboratory, and continued to work.
Finally, Mo Yi found a way to embed the program into the game.
Based on the information he has obtained now, it is speculated that the game is likely to pull the player into it through the control of the player's brain waves. In other words, it is to pull the player's soul into the copy, and because he cannot reach it in the real world, So the best way to embed a program in a game is to carry the program in a brainwave and implant it into the game when you enter the game. Memory is the best way.
However, Mo Yi was still not completely sure about the process of pulling the player into the game, so he also prepared a backup solution. He separately loaded the virus and the simulation body into two USB flash drives with the same special metal as the wall, and They are put into their backpack just in case, and he also engraved the code of the simulation questions on a small soft metal strip by magnetic recording, and implanted them under his skin, so that even himself His physical body also became digitized as he entered the game, and his programs were still able to invade the game.
Now, Mo Yi just has to wait for himself to be drawn into the game, and then just wait.
Waiting for the simulants with the devouring program to operate after accessing the game and replace the game to gain control.
The screen, which had been running for nearly half a month, finally went black.
The sound of the machine running and the noise of the radiator are disappearing, making the vast metal space silent and difficult to adapt.
Mo Yi exhaled for a long time, feeling as if he had gone through a long marathon. His muscles and bones were clamoring for exhaustion and soreness. He leaned on the back of the chair and looked up. The high and bright ceiling, as if the entire soul had been pulled away, his brain was blank, as if nothing could be thought of.
Suddenly, a gurgling sound came from my ear.
Mo Yi tilted her head and looked at where the sound came from-the electronic clock placed on the table was buzzing and shaking, and the time on the screen above showed:
00:01, August 14, 201X
Now there are only a few hours left before I enter the game.
Mo Yi thought about it, pulled out his notebook from his backpack, flipped a page at will, and started to feel dazed.
He never thought that he would write a testament one day, not because he didn't think he would die prematurely, but because he never thought that he would have something unfinished to explain to the world—
Mo Yi stared blankly at the blank paper, his pen tip stayed in the air for a long time without falling.
He set up the foundation anonymously a few days ago, depositing all the property obtained from his previous hacking career. If he disappears in the game, the foundation will automatically donate money to orphanages around the world. As for him, There is no need to worry about other materials in the hacking career. As long as he dies in the game, the game will naturally process those materials without any trace.
He only saved the piece of code he got from the game and the decoded program, all of which were encrypted and locked into the depths of the database by him. If he really failed, someone might be able to continue his unfinished work. Career.
However, it doesn't matter if there isn't ... he won't be able to control it anyway.
Mo Yi ended up writing nothing.
He tucked the key from the basement into a blank envelope, then returned to the study, opened the first drawer and put it in.
The method of opening the hidden door was entered by Mo Yi into his mobile phone, and a program that automatically unlocked after half a month was written. Then he pressed the phone heavily on the envelope, and snapped the drawer with a "snap". The warm yellow light printed on the snow-white envelope was devoured by darkness.
The room was quiet.
Mo Yi began to wait.
Surprisingly, he didn't have much nervous feeling this time, instead, the lake surface was calm as if there were no wind, with no waves.
The second hand crawls slowly over the unevenly divided dial, and clicks straight up to the top.
The sound and light and shadows whistled away from the eyes, and then looked up again, and there was darkness in front of them.
A familiar voice sounded in the ear: "Welcome ..."
The emotionless electronic sound suddenly stopped, as if weird by some external force, it became weird and slender, and the strange noisy sound wandered between the sound and the voice's blank space: "... play ... Zizi ... Home ... Mo-- "
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