Chapter 137

After Mo Yi returned to his apartment, he devoted himself to the work of sleepless and unremitting work day and night.

In order to prevent current overload, the circuits in the room were transformed on the first day after the instrument was moved in. The dense wires intertwined and shuttled across the walls and the corners of the room. The entire study looked like an independent and messy planet.

And Mo Yi is the only resident on this planet.

He spent almost all his time in the study filled with buzzing machines. The fluorescent blue screens were lit up day and night, and his eyes were dazzled upwards with dense characters. The computer made a roar caused by excessive running, and was stuffed in the airtight room.

Mo Yi's face was pale, with dark circles on his face without rest. His dark eyes stared at the screens surrounding him in fascination, as if nothing could draw his eyes away from it.

Sometimes he typed quickly on the keyboard, sometimes he stopped to write and draw in a mess on the notebook beside him, and then he would tear off the chaotic symbols and graffiti paper that almost no one could understand, and then irritated into a ball of paper and threw it into a corner of the room.

After a few days of almost madness, Mo Yi finally stopped.

He stared at the characters on the screen that were lit up in the middle, let out a deep breath, stretched out his slender and pale fingers, and pressed the Enter key with a little force on his finger.

Mo Yi's eyes reflected the rapidly changing numbers and codes on the screen, but his gaze had become almost at a loss.

He blinked slowly, and his heavy eyelids fell down, as if all the light and shadows were gone quickly with the blur of vision. The buzzing and roaring sound of the machine in the room and the sound of the door opening of the room seemed to twist into a thin line, turning into a white noise disappearing in the background.

Then everything sinks into darkness.

When Mo Yi opened his eyes again, he stared at the ceiling in a daze, not knowing where he was, as if all memories and existence disappeared without a trace with this nearly unconscious sleep.

He supported his body with his arms and slowly looked around, only then he realized that he was lying on the bed in the room.

Mo Yi looked down at the thin quilt on his body, and then he yelled at the protest of his sore muscles, struggling to sit up.

Only then did his memories slowly recover.

The door of the room was pushed open, Wen Chen walked in quickly and reached out to support Mo Yi's slightly tilted body.

He handed Mo Yi the glass in his other hand.

Mo Yi looked up at Wen Chen, then slightly avoided him holding his hands and leaned the weight of his body against the head of the bed. He reached out to take the cup and said softly:

"Thank you."

As soon as the words fell, he was startled by his voice - his voice was hoarse and hoarse, and he sounded as hoarse and unpleasant as smoked.

Mo Yi lowered his head and sipped the warm water in the cup. He felt the warm water slid down his throat and flowing into his lungs, injecting his body with a long-lost vitality, as if he had come back again.

He let out a long breath and placed the glass on the bedside table next to it.

Wen Chen stood by the bed and looked at him quietly, his long eyelashes hanging quietly, and his light gray eyes stared at him:

"How about it?"

Mo Yi habitually reached out and rubbed his sore temples, and then replied with thoughtful words:

"It's not bad, this time the progress is much greater than last time."

This code he found in the game is encrypted, so during these sleepless days, he designed an algorithm to perform operations and decode, and now the only thing he can do is wait.

He closed his eyes with some fatigue - he had never done such extreme mental work since he decided to retire. The memories of these days were almost messed up in his mind, and only some scattered images occasionally appeared in front of him.

The fluorescent screen and the code characters leaping on it, the wires coiled on the walls and the coffee cup painted on the table, and the light luster reflected by the dark brown liquid in the coffee cup under the fluorescence of the screen.

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

"I asked, how are you?"

He added the pronunciation to the word "you", and Mo Yi couldn't help but be stunned and replied dryly:

"Well... it's okay."

——In fact, it’s really good. He used to have a headache for at least several days before he could recover after working at such an intensity, but now he obviously feels that his body seems to have improved...the quality?

The slightly cool fingers gently pressed against his temples and gently rubbed them with appropriate and gentle force. The cold touch when the skin was pressed against each other brought unexpected calming effects.

The unexpected feeling of relaxation made Mo Yi pause slightly when he tried to get rid of it, and he subconsciously even wanted to close his eyes.

His eyes were dazed for a moment, and then became clear again in an instant - after realizing his relaxation, he couldn't help but feel a little hot.

Mo Yi coughed softly, reached out and grabbed Wen Chen's finger, and said in a deep voice:

"That...no need, thank you."

Wen Chen's fingers in his palm were cold and slender, and the distinct joints were like jade. The slightly cold fingertips gently struggled in his palms twice, and intentionally or unintentionally scratched a small piece of soft skin in his palms.

A strange itch and numbness surged from the sensitive palms.

Mo Yi instantly let go of his hand as if he was burned, and instantly looked up at Wen Chen.

I saw the other party staring at him with a straight face, as if the actions he had just done were not what he did, and asked knowingly:

"What's wrong?"

Mo Yi gritted his teeth, very resentful of Wen Chen's calmness now. An impulse arose in his heart, trying to break his calm expression - just like prying open the hard shell of a clam, revealing the snow-white and soft clam meat inside.

He slowly narrowed his eyes, reached out to pull Wen Chen's arm, and then pulled down hard.

Wen Chen didn't expect Mo Yi's sudden movement to stagger, and he lost his energy and fell into the bed slowly.

His eyes widened slightly, and his outline was so sharp that his aggressive face looked a little confused. He could only watch Mo Yi's face approaching him.

Wen Chen's ears suddenly turned red, and the temperature on his face gradually rose...

Mo Yi's face slowly magnified, Wen Chen could almost see the slightly trembling eyelashes above his dark eyes, and felt the warm breathing he sprayed on his face-

He couldn't help but hold his breath.

Mo Yi stopped a few centimeters away from him, then laughed softly, and asked knowingly:

"What's wrong?"

Wen Chen also laughed, his ear tips were still red, and then he quickly leaned over and rubbed his lips.

Looking at Wen Chen's uncontrollable smile on his lips, Mo Yi couldn't help but frown, feeling deeply that he had lost his wife and soldier, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a slight curve.

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

"Okay, get up quickly."

Wen Chen stood up obediently, Mo Yi lifted the thin quilt covering him and then got off the bed.

He subconsciously glanced at the electronic watch at the head of his bed, and his eyes stayed on the date above for a few seconds—

There are two days left before the next time I enter the dungeon.

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

At this moment, he heard Wen Chen say behind him, "By the way, Jiang Yuanrou has been sending text messages these two days."

He paused: "But no call."

Mo Yi was stunned, nodded thoughtfully, and replied, "I understand."

This time, he informed Jiang Yuanrou in advance before entering work, so she did not call to disturb her. Since this was the case, she even sent him a text message, which means that she had something important to tell him.

The only possibility that matches it is... Jiang Yuanbai.

Mo Yi covered the bathroom door behind him and turned on the hot water faucet. The wet and hot water vapor instantly rose up with the water column, covering the cold mirror with a thin layer of white mist.

While taking off his clothes, his abnormal reaction from the other party when he saw Jiang Yuanbai last time, and he couldn't help but pursed his lips.

Mo Yi's eyes fell on his arm inadvertently, and the ribbon was now properly wrapped around his forearm.

Only then did he remember that after he wrapped it around last time, he forgot to take it off because of his obsession with work.

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

Mo Yi couldn't help but be slightly stunned and looked at it again - it seemed to have turned into a dead ball again, as if what he had just seen was his illusion.

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

For some reason, Mo Yi always felt that the pattern on it seemed different from what he had seen before...

More than half an hour later.

Mo Yi walked out of the bathroom, picked up the phone on the table next to him, and then clicked on several text messages that Jiang Yuanrou sent him. None of them said in detail the reason why she was looking for her, but there was obvious anxiety between the lines.

He slowly frowned and dialed the phone back.

The microphone dripping sounded a few times, and it took a while for the other party to pick it up. Jiang Yuanrou's voice sounded from the sound cylinder:

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

Her voice sounded light and pleasant, and she greeted Mo Yi carefreely.

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

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

Mo Yi frowned even tighter and asked tentatively: "How does Yuan Bai feel when he wakes up?"

Jiang Yuanrou smiled heartily:

"He is pretty good. He may not be very adaptable when he woke up at first, but he recovered quickly. He kept asking you about it and said that he must thank you if he has time."

The two of them exchanged brief greetings and hung up the phone.

But Mo Yi's expression was still not very good. He stared at the phone screen with a heavy expression, then looked up at Wen Chen who was walking over and said:
Chapter completed!