Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 138

Mo Yi Meiyu was locked tightly, and his fingertips subconsciously rubbed the mobile phone in his hand, and his eyes thoughtfully stared at the screen that had been darkened.

Wen Yanwenyan approached him, frowned in doubt, and asked:

"what happened?"

Mo Yi looked up at him as if awakened, and still had a deep score on his brows, he said slowly:

"Jiang Yuanrou is not right."

Wen Yan also frowned slowly. He didn't ask Mo Yi how to know, but just said lightly:

"Then what are you going to do now?"

Mo Yi drew the phone into her pocket, and tightened her lip line into a sharp line: "Let's go, we have to go to Jiang Yuanrou's house."

Having said that, Mo Yi turned and walked into his study room and finally glanced at the several lit screens, and checked it roughly. After confirming that his algorithm did nothing wrong, he continued to run hurriedly Came out.

He grabbed the key from the cupboard near the entrance and changed his shoes before going out.

Wen Yan stretched his wrists and said, "Wait."

Mo Yi froze and turned to look at Wen Yan: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yan raised his hand, and his long fingers touched his hair. As his fingertips passed, the water vapor on Mo Yi's wet hair was pulled by some invisible force, and then scattered like a thin mist of water Around him, the low voice of Wen Wen sounded in his ear:

"Your hair is still wet."

Mo Yi's hair was completely dry when he dropped his hand.

Wen Yan's light-colored eyes glowed nearly gray. "Now it's fine."

After speaking, his fingertips moved slightly, and the water mist floating in the air gathered together instantly as if being pulled, and then gathered as if tightened, and automatically wrapped around Mo Yi's wrist.

Mo Yi raised an eyebrow and watched with interest the tiny drops of water wrapped in a light white mist, and then slowly wrapped around his wrists, turning into a string of off-white lines.

He reached out and touched it—the smooth, slightly cool surface gently fit his fingertips, and there seemed to be a physical presence on it.

Mo Yi looked at Xiang Wenyi questioningly: "What is this?"

Wen Yan reached out and gently wrapped his wrist, and his cold fingertips rubbed against his protruding carpal bones. His eyes were lowered, and his pale face had no expression:

"If you are in danger, it will tell me."

Mo Yi frowned slowly, and opened his mouth as if to say something: "Actually you ..."

There really is no need to do this.

But the next words got stuck in his throat.

Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, then lowered his hands, his sleeves dropped with his movements, covering the inconspicuous gray-white line on his wrist, and he solemnly raised his head to look at Wen Yan:

"Thank you."

Wen Yan was relieved, and finally a pale smile appeared on his pale face: "Let's go."

Mo Yi nodded, and the two went out one after the other.

On the road, Mo Yi was thinking while watching the fast-changing scenery outside the car window.

He still remembers some of the words Wen Wen used to mention the matter in the copy—the full meaning of the previous copy is the fight between Jiang Yuan and Edwin—

Mo Yi stared at the window, and the dark eyes reflected the continuous flashing lights outside the window.

And ... Wen Yi also said at the beginning that this game would not easily give up its loot.

He turned to look at Wen Yan sitting next to himself, and asked, "What do you know about Jiang Yuanbai's current state?"

Wen Yan looked up at him and thought for a few seconds before answering:

"Because such things happen too rarely, to be honest, I can't determine what state Jiang Yuanbai is in now. The only thing I know is that Jiang Yuanrou is not very physically or psychologically. stable."

Mo Yi frowned slowly: "But don't you say Jiang Yuanbai is not in danger?"

Wen Yan nodded: "Yes, he is not in danger, but ..."

There was a slight pause between his words, his face paled for a moment, the expression on his face was unchanged, and he continued casually:

"But the physical level I'm talking about is not about his physiology--"

Mo Yi keenly noticed the strangeness of Wen Yan, reached out and held down his cold hand: "Hey."

Wen Yan could not help but look up and looked at Mo Yi.

I saw him looking unhappy, a pair of dark eyes staring at him tightly, whispering:

"Did you forget what you promised me?"

Wen Yan seemed to be stunned, and finally seemed to react, and he frowned: "Does this count?"

Mo Yi nodded slowly:

"Yes, after all, when I ask a question, I don't know what kind of information will hurt you, so you better tell me before the answer that kind of answer will make you punished by the game mechanism."

He stared at Wen Yan, slowly speaking word by word, his voice low and cold:

"Then let me choose whether to listen or not."

Mo Yi's eyes calmed, and he simply hinted a cruel fact to Wen Yan--

He won't choose to avoid all the problems that might hurt him because Wen Yan will be punished. He just needs a chip to weigh the weight, which is worth and which is not.

Wen Yan stared at him, ticking the corners of his lips, softening the deep facial lines: "OK."

Mo Yi frowned, bewildered, and continued with some wonder:

"So, you know what I mean ...?"

Wen Yan nodded: "Yes."

He leaned forward slowly, his pale eyes focused on Mo Yi's face, and said:

"You are always desperately pushing anyone out, and no one is allowed to approach."

Mo Yi frowned, and hadn't waited for him to say anything. He only heard that Wen continued:

"You may not realize it yourself-you always seize every opportunity or tell me directly or indirectly how ruthless you are, and use all means to tell me that I don't have to."

Wen Yan grabbed Mo Yi's palm gently on the back of his hand and said seriously:

"If you really do not care about what you said ... I-you do n’t need to say the above, but just ask all the questions you want to ask, so as to squeeze out all my use value, but you But tell me over and over again how ruthless you are and how indifferent it is. I hope I can see you and leave. "

He bowed his head and prayed a kiss on the back of his hand reverently:

"I just want to tell you that it doesn't work for me."

The cold lips touched the warm back of the hand, but the temperature brought Mo Yi to a hot scalp, and shrank outward subconsciously, but was pinched tighter.

Wen Yan looked up and stared intently at him:

"—I don't really need it, but I want to do it."

Mo Yi took a deep breath, slowly evoking a sneer, and said sharply:

"... Maybe I'm just doing this to guide you to think so that you can go on fire for me."

Wen Yan's face slowly showed a little smile, and the light eyes looked like the solemnity of the world:

"Unexpectedly."

Just then, the car stopped, and the driver turned to look at them and said, "Forty-nine and two."

Mo Yi then remembered that he and Wen Yi were still in the taxi. He recalled the conversation between the two before, and he couldn't help raising a layer of heat slowly.

He concealed his head and coughed, then hurriedly took a whole bill from his pocket and shoved it to the driver, saying:

"……keep the change."

Then he fled, opened the door and jumped down.

Wen Yan followed him and got out of the car.

In fact, when he got in the car, he blocked a layer of film between the front and rear seats to prevent their conversation from being heard by the driver. Otherwise, when they talk about key topics, they will definitely be blocked directly by the game-Mo Yi would not have found out if he hadn't confused his mind.

But-shy ... it's really cute.

Wen Yan converged with a too obvious smile on his face, then walked neatly to Mo Yi, and whispered:

"Let's go."

Mo Yi nodded and walked inward.

The area where Jiang Yuanrou's villa is located is a very well-known wealthy area in the city. The security is very strict. If it is not the owner who lives in it, there is basically no possibility of mixing in.

Mo Yi stood for a few seconds in front of the carved steel gate, hesitating whether to press the doorbell, only listening to a soft female voice from the small black screen near the gate:

"Facial recognition is in line. Welcome."

Mo Yi froze, and saw that the front door slowly opened. He and Wen Yan glanced silently, then went inward one after the other.

If he hadn't completely confirmed Jiang Yuanrou's accident before, the current situation once again confirmed his conjecture.

Because only the homeowner can add new faces to the face recognition of the gate, then Jiang Yuanrou's abnormality will never be targeted, but a real hint.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and walked in with memory.

After a long time in Qiguai and Baguai, they finally came to Jiang Yuanrou's villa. From the outside, they did not seem to be different from the last time. They lay low-key and quietly in a thick green.

It was quiet all around, looking calm and peaceful.

The two of them approached the villa slowly together, and Mo Yi's brow narrowed slightly as the distance shortened-he remembered that when he came last time, there were many patrolling and guarding guards outside the villa, and this Times ... is quiet.

No one stopped them from approaching, and no one came to ask them anything, everything was quiet and scary.

Mo Yi glanced up at Wen Wen, then walked slowly to the door of the villa.

The door wasn't closed, but it was hidden in vain, and it was dark inside.

Mo Yi reached out and touched the door gently, only to see that the darker door panel slowly slid inward along his strength, exposing the dark room.

A strange smell came to the face, as if a mix of sour asphalt smell and heavy dust smell, and there was a light rust smell in the air-the familiar **** smell.

There was no trace of light in the room. It seemed that all the curtains were tightly pulled away, blocking all the light from the thick and dark fabric. .

Mo Yi frowned slowly.

He didn't bring a flashlight this time.

However, thanks to his previous visit to Jiang Yuanrou's villa, he still remembers the general layout.

Mo Yi walked a few steps inward, and found that it wasn't the soft, thick, long-haired carpet that he stepped on before. The floor seemed to be covered with something sticky and slippery, and he stepped on it in the dark.

He frowned slowly, then turned to the wall, groping for the light switch on it.

My fingertips touched a cold and sticky, and it seemed that the wall was covered with a layer of glue like the ground.

Mo Yi endured the nausea that arose from the bottom of his heart, found a protrusion under the mucus, and pressed it down hard.

Only a dull click sounded, and the light above his head flashed twice, then Zi La re-lighted.

The entire room was illuminated by the dim light overhead, and Mo Yi saw the current appearance of the entire room.

The tall floor-to-ceiling windows are not covered with thick curtains, but with a thick layer of gelatinous black mucus, which conceals all the lights outdoors. That kind of disgusting mucus covers almost the entire room, from the walls to the The ceiling, from the floor to the furniture, has a light reflection under the light.

The mucus also dangled the low-key and luxurious chandeliers on the ceiling. The light above the head seemed to be disturbed and radiated, and the faint light was emitted through the sticky black substance. Gravity slowly stretches-stretch-

Then it crashed to the ground.

The thick black mucus on the wall slowly flows down, leaving deep black marks on the snow-white wall, which looks disgusting and horrible-through the layer of black matter that fills the room, it can still be faintly identified. Gorgeous decor and furniture before exiting this room.

The whole room was filled with that annoying weird smell.

For the first time, Mo Yi saw such a weird phenomenon in reality, and could not help but hesitated for a while. He was more deeply aware of the faint correlation between reality and copy.

But—are these all made by Jiang Yuanbai?

Mo Yi slowly looked around the room that was not in shape, and could not help but secretly startled.

He took a deep breath slowly, and then walked towards the interior of the room. The thick, sticky black glue at his feet made a sticky sound at his pace, and it was annoying to hear in his ears.

Behind Mo Yi, Wen Yan's expression slowly became heavy, he stared at the black gelatinous substance covering the whole room, and there were deep and complicated emotions in the light-colored eyes.

Just then, Mo Yi seemed to hear a slight sound coming out of the room—

Seems to be the sound of pace.

He narrowed his eyes slowly, then stepped in the direction of the sound coming from inside the room.

Wen Yan seemed to realize something and looked up suddenly: "Wait--"

Mo Yi stepped back and walked back intently, but it was too late, a huge black slime swelled on the wall next to him, and the mountain tsunami generally rushed at him!

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