Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 137

After Mo Yi returned to his apartment, he re-entered the work that never sleeps and turned upside down day and night.

In order to prevent current overload, the circuit of the room was remodeled on the first day when the instrument was moved in. The dense wires intertwined the walls and the corners of the room. The entire study looked like an independent messy planet. general.

Mo Yi is the only inhabitant of this planet.

He spent almost all of his time in the study room full of buzzing machines.The fluorescent blue screens were lit day and night, and the characters were leaping up and down rapidly, and the computer issued a long run. The roar caused by it was stuffed in the airtight room.

Mo Yi's face was pale, with dark circles around his face without rest, and a pair of dark eyes staring at the screens around him in fascination, nothing seemed to draw his eyes from it.

He sometimes typed quickly on the keyboard, and sometimes stopped and scribbled on the notebook beside him, and then tore off the papers full of cluttered symbols and graffiti that few people could understand, and then annoyed The ball of paper was thrown into a corner of the room.

After almost a few crazy days, Mo Yi finally stopped.

He stared at the character on the screen that lit in the middle, exhaled deeply, stretched out his long, pale fingers, pressed his fingers slightly, and pressed the Enter key.

Mo Yi's eyes reflected the rapidly changing numbers and codes on the screen, but his sight had become almost blank.

He blinked slowly, and his heavy eyelids fell down. It seemed that all the light and shadows were quickly moving away with the blurred vision. The buzzing roar of the machine in the room and the sound of the door opening seemed to twist. A thin ground line became white noise that disappeared into the background.

Then everything sank into darkness.

When Mo Yi opened his eyes again, he stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, wondering where he was, as if all memories and existence disappeared with this almost unconscious sleep.

He propped himself up with his arms and slowly looked around, only to find himself lying on the bed in the room.

Mo Yi glanced down at the thin quilt on her body, but then clamored for protests with sore muscles in her limbs, struggling to get up.

Then his memory slowly returned.

The door of the room was pushed open, Wen Yan walked in quickly, reached out and supported Mo Yi's slightly inclined body.

He handed the glass in the other hand to Mo Yi.

Mo Yi glanced up at Wen Wen, and then slightly avoided him holding his hands, leaning the weight of his body against the bed. He reached for the cup and said softly:

"Thank you."

As soon as the words fell, he was startled by his own voice-his voice was hoarse and terrible, and it sounded hoarse and ugly as if smoked.

Mo Yi bowed his head and took a sip of warm water, feeling the warm water flowing down his throat and flowing into his lungs, injecting a long-lost vitality into his body, as if he were alive again.

He exhaled a long breath and set the glass on the bedside table.

Wen Yan stood by the bed and looked at him quietly, her long eyelids hanging quietly, and a pair of light gray eyes gazed at him:

"how about it?"

Mo Yi habitually reached out and rubbed his sore temples, and then replied, considering the language:

"It's not bad. The progress this time is more than last time."

The code he found in the game was encrypted, so during these restless days, he designed an algorithm to perform arithmetic decoding, and now the only thing he can do is wait.

He closed his eyes a little tired-since he was determined to retreat, he has never done such extreme mental work. The memory of these days has almost messed up in his mind, only a few scattered pictures occasionally Appeared before his eyes.

Fluorescent screen and jumping code characters, wires coiled on the wall and floor, coffee cup with a small fish on the table, and the dark brown liquid in the coffee cup reflected by the screen's fluorescence. Light gloss.

Wen Yan shook his head and reached out to help Mo Yi rub his temples, then pressed gently and skillfully:

"I ask, how are you?"

He accentuated the word "you", Mo Yi could not help but hesitated slightly, and replied dryly:

"Um ... okay."

——In fact, it is really okay. He usually has a headache for at least a few days before recovering under this intensity of work, but now he clearly feels that his body seems to be ... the quality has improved?

Slightly cold fingers lay on his temples, rubbing gently with a suitable and gentle force, the cold touch when the skin is attached brings an unexpected calming effect.

The unexpectedly relaxed feeling gave Mo Yi a slight pause in the movement he was trying to get rid of, subconsciously even trying to close his eyes.

His eyes flickered for a moment, and then he became clear again instantly-he couldn't help feeling a little hot when he realized that he was relaxing.

Mo Yi gave a low cough, reached out and held Wen Yan's finger, Shen Sheng said:

"That ... no, thank you."

The scented fingers in his palm were cold and slender, and the distinct knuckles were like jade. The slightly cold fingertips struck twice in the palm of his palm, intentionally or unintentionally scratching a soft piece in his palm. skin.

The strange itching rushed all the way from the sensitive palm.

Mo Yi let go of his hand as if he had been scalded, and looked up to Wen Yan instantly.

I saw the other person looking at him with integrity, as if he did not do what he did just now, and asked knowingly:

"what happened?"

Mo Yi gritted his teeth, and he couldn't help smelling the calmness now. He couldn't help raising an impulse in his heart, trying to break his calm expression—just like prying the hard shell of the mussel, exposing the white and soft mussel meat.

He narrowed his eyes slowly, reached out and grabbed Wen Yan's arm, and then pulled down hard.

Wen Yan did not expect Mo Yi's sudden action, a **** who was pulled for a while, lost his way to bed slowly.

His eyes were slightly swollen, and his outline was sharp enough to look a little dazed with an aggressive face, and he could only watch Mo Yi's face approach him.

Wen Yan's ears instantly rose red, and the temperature on her face gradually rose. .

Mo Yi's face slowly zoomed in. Wen Yan could almost see the trembling eyelashes above his dark eyes, and felt the warm breathing he sprayed on his face—

He held his breath involuntarily.

Mo Yi stopped a few centimeters from him, and then smiled lowly, asking knowingly:

"what happened?"

Wen Yan also laughed, his ear tip was still flushed, and then he quickly swiped and slap on his lips.

Looking at the irrepressible smile on the corner of Wen Lip's lips, Mo Yi could not help frowning, deeply feeling that he had lost his daughter-in-law and fought, but the corner of his mouth could not help but raise a slight arc.

He coughed twice, pressed down the smile on his lips, and tightened his face again:

"Okay, get up."

Wen Yan stood up obediently, and Mo Yi lifted the blanket covering his body, then got out of bed.

He glanced subconsciously at the electronic watch on his bedside, his gaze stayed on the date for a few seconds—

There are still two days until the next copy.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression faded again, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Just then, he heard Wen Yan say behind him, "Yes, Jiang Yuanrou has sent a text message these two days."

He paused: "But he didn't call."

Mo Yi froze, nodded thoughtfully, and answered, "I see."

He had informed Jiang Yuanrou in advance before entering the work this time, so she did n’t call to bother, and since she still sent him a text message, that means that she has something to tell him. thing.

The only possibility that met was ... Jiang Yuanbai.

Mo Yi covered the bathroom door behind him, and unscrewed the hot water faucet. The hot and humid water vapor instantly rose with the water column, and a thin layer of white mist was cast on the cold mirror.

As he took off his clothes, his mind slowly emerged from the other side's abnormal reaction when he saw Jiang Yuanbai last time, and he could not help pursing his lips.

Mo Yi's gaze fell on his arm inadvertently, and saw that the silk ribbon was wrapped around his forearm at this moment.

Then he remembered that after winding it up last time, because of his indulgence in work, he even forgot to take it off.

Under the transpiration of water vapor, the blood-red lines and black ink on it moved gently like life.

Mo Yi could not help but hesitated for a moment, and stared again--it seemed to have become a deadly mass again, as if what he had just seen was just his illusion.

He pursed his lips, untied the ribbon from his arm, and looked at it for a while.

I don't know why, Mo Yi always feels that the pattern on it seems different from what he saw before ...

After more than half an hour.

Mo Yi stepped out of the bathroom, picked up the cell phone on the table, and then opened a few text messages sent by Jiang Yuanrou. He didn't say in detail why she was looking for herself, but there were obvious things in the lines anxious.

He frowned slowly and dialed the phone back.

Didi sounded a few times in the microphone, and it took a while to be picked up by the other party. Jiang Yuanrou's voice sounded from the sound tube:

"Hey, Mo Yi! You're done! It's really rare!"

Her voice sounded light and cheerful, and greeted Mo Yi carefreely.

Mo Yi frowned slowly and asked, "... Are you all right?"

Jiang Yuanrou quickly replied: "It's okay, oh you said the message I sent you, it's just that I'm sensitive, don't care."

Mo Yi frowned even tighter and asked tentatively, "How does Yuan Bai wake up?"

Jiang Yuan smiled heartily:

"He's fine. He may not be very comfortable when he wakes up, but he soon recovered, and has been asking you about it, saying that I have to thank you when I have time."

After a brief greeting, the two hung up the phone.

But Mo Yi's face was still not very good. He stared at the screen of the mobile phone heavily, then looked up at Wen Yan who came over and said:

"... Jiang Yuanrou is in trouble."

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