Chapter 205

Mo Yi reached out to take the chip from Jiang Yuanbai's hand. The cold chip was covered by the other party's palm and was slightly hot in the palm of his hand.

He closed his fingers and looked up at Jiang Yuanbai who was standing in front of him. He saw him turn slightly, make way for Mo Yi, and say, "Come in."

As he said, he kneaded the unlit cigarette between his fingers into a ball, threw it into the trash can beside him, and then turned around and walked inward

Mo Yi was slightly stunned, staring at Jiang Yuanbai's thin back walking into the villa, his fingers holding the chip tightened slightly, and finally followed quickly, and the two walked towards the villa one by one.

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuanbai's pale side face and asked:

"how have you been?"

Jiang Yuanbai glanced at Mo Yi after hearing this, raised the corners of his lips and smiled, but his expression on his face did not change much:

“…It’s that.”

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his dark eyes were like a thin blade, instantly penetrated Jiang Yuanbai's unsuccessful disguise. He asked softly:

"Will you have nightmares now?"

Jiang Yuanbai paused slightly without any trace. The faint smile on his face was like the cold snow under the midsummer sun. It instantly evaporated without a trace. The corners of his lips were slightly pursed down, his eyelids drooped, and his light brown eyes fell into the void in front of him. His voice replied in a vague way: "...Occasionally."

Mo Yi nodded, and the estimated expression in his eyes faded a little.

Jiang Yuanbai's condition is not as bad as he expected. At least he can still communicate these ideas with him now, but the damage caused to the soul by the black gel in the game cannot be underestimated and underestimated, especially after he now knows the game one step deeper than before.

This escape game is rooted in the negative emotions of human beings. It absorbs nutrients and energy, stretches out the tentacles of greed, and builds one dangerous copy after another. Mo Yi has reason to suspect that the players selected to enter the dungeon are basically people with fragile and easy to be defeated in their minds, people with more negative emotions in their hearts, and people with relatively extreme emotional personalities. Then it absorbs the negative emotions extracted from these people into part of itself, and grows rapidly in a geometric multiple, and even now, it can almost kidnap the entire world.

And those vinyl is the malignant concrete manifestation secreted from such a behemoth.

During the period when Jiang Yuanbai was swallowed by him, the torture of the game was almost unimaginable to ordinary people in order to get the malice and negative emotions it needed from him. Although after returning to the real world, he forgot all his memories in the game due to the stress response of his brain, the memories of the body and soul will never disappear. The dream is the fragile mouth of human reason. In his sleep, those rotten and dark pus and blood will take advantage of the situation.

Mo Yi's brows slightly closed, and his expression was a little depressed.

At this moment, Jiang Yuanbai said, "Actually, my sister also found a psychiatrist for me..."

Halfway through his speech, he stopped irritably, then reached out to take out a new cigarette from his pocket, put it in the middle of his lips and lit it. His teeth bit the cigarette filter hard, causing Weiming's cigarette butts to tremble slightly in the air, while Mo Yi was quietly watching him without saying a word.

Jiang Yuanbai slowly let out a sip of smoke, calmed down a little, and then continued to say:

"...but, I can't really say anything. First, this damn game doesn't allow me to leak any important information, and second, I really... don't remember much."

He took the cigarette off his lips, his voice filled with unconcealed fatigue:

"Even, I don't remember the memories of my being rescued from the black gel by you. I just remember that I seemed to have told you something very important, but the rest, I was blurred, as if some of me were formatted..."

Jiang Yuanbai turned his head to look at Mo Yi. His expression was still calm, but his eyes slowly turned red. He gritted his teeth, and there was a slight tremor in his voice:

"I do rarely have nightmares, because I can't fall asleep for most of the time. Even if I fall into a sleeping state with the help of sleeping pills, I will wake up in cold sweat and screams. However... after waking up, I can't recall the slightest details of the dream. That feeling... it's like a huge hole in my chest, and a cold wind is pouring it into it."

He looked at Mo Yi with some hope.

"Can you tell me...what the hell happened during that time?"

Mo Yi stared at him, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart. He sighed deeply and shook his head slowly.

Not only is the game restricting him so that he cannot express any information, but Mo Yi does not think that finding memories is a good thing for Jiang Yuanbai. Human ability to withstand is limitless. If it exceeds that limit, no one knows how much collapse and distort human mind will occur, and even... Jiang Yuanbai himself will no longer exist.

"...After all, I have to try," Jiang Yuanbai turned his face, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with some self-deprecating words: "My sister is actually very secretive about this, and... If you really agree, I might retreat."

Jiang Yuanbai closed his eyes, restrained the fragility and collapse of his face, and restored his previous calm and natural expression. He turned his head and looked at Mo Yi steadily, and said slowly:

"But...my sister told me nothing about what you did for me in and out of the copy."

He paused, and then said sincerely: "Thank you - both you and Mr. Wen, I have never forgotten your help to me. No matter what happens, as long as I use it, I will do my best to help you, go through fire and water, and never refuse."

Mo Yi thought seriously: "I really have something here..."

Jiang Yuanbai looked at him intently and waited attentively.

I heard Mo Yi say:

"That's...you must not speak in this tone again. It's not like making martial arts movies, it's too stingy."

Jiang Yuanbai was stunned for a moment, his face was covered with blood, and the mask of silence was finally stained with the vitality and vitality of a once-young man. He said in anger:

"I, I obviously have every word I have to be serious! Why are you..."

Mo Yi also showed a little smile on his lips.

At this moment, he felt a soft air flow in his palm hanging beside him slid rapidly, turning around his fingers in circles, as if protesting his ignorance, fighting for his attention childishly. Mo Yi was slightly stunned, then he slightly closed his fingers helplessly and tucked his fingertips comfortably.

Why can you even eat Jiang Yuanbai's vinegar...

They happened to walk to a room in the villa at this moment.

Jiang Yuanbai reached out and pushed the door open. He saw that it was a study room with a computer and a projector. He said to Mo Yi: "My sister asked me to give you the chip again, and I will take you to this room."

Mo Yi walked in, while Jiang Yuanbai stood at the door without moving, but said helplessly: "And... she also repeatedly reminded me that I can't watch."

After saying that, Jiang Yuanbai thoughtfully covered the door behind Mo Yi.

Mo Yi was the only one left in the room. He looked around the room, then slowly walked to the computer desk, and glanced at the desktop simply - the card reader was placed in the most obvious position on the table.

He pulled the chair in front of the computer desk and sat down, then turned on the computer and inserted the chip in his hand into the card reader.

Mo Yi skillfully cracked the simple encryption above, and saw a video file appearing on the computer screen.

After opening the video, the picture above was like myself carrying a backpack, standing straight in the center of the room, restlessly looking down at the watch on his wrist from time to time, and the camera seemed to have something wrong. His face and most of the shapes were blocked by the flashing color dots in the screen, and he could hardly recognize his appearance.

This should be what Jiang Yuanrou said before, that all players who have been selected by the game cannot fully present it in the image.

Mo Yi watched the time in the upper right corner of the video - there were three minutes left before he entered the game.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the self in the center of the video stood in the room and waited quietly, while Mo Yi was now staring at himself on the screen, afraid that he would miss any scene.

The video seemed to be disturbed by something, and the screen was gradually filled with snowflakes. In the end, Mo Yi could only vaguely see his figure. Three minutes later, the human figure in the center of the video disappeared instantly, and there was only an empty blank in the room.

Mo Yi frowned.

...It's that simple?

He pulled the progress bar back and looked carefully again.

This time, he indeed discovered the problem. When his figure was covered by snowflakes, he found that his movements in the video seemed to have some signs of repetition than before.

Mo Yi once again pulled the progress bar back, and quickly tapped the keyboard with his fingertips, analyzing the video frame by frame, and entering the analysis and comparison of the code behind each frame. Finally, he found some clues - this video was cleverly edited and processed by a master, and began to appear at the snowflake point, until his figure disappeared, and this video, which was less than thirty seconds long, was synthesized.
Chapter completed!