Chapter 215

Mo Yi's eyes slowly swept through the empty room-

No one answered, no one showed up.

Perhaps because the air conditioner in the room was turned on too low, even in the midsummer of the scorching sun, he still felt cold hands and feet, and a trembling chill rose from the soles of his feet and spread along his tendons and veins.

The porridge was boiling, and it was buzzing almost screaming and struggling in the quiet room.

Mo Yi looked down at the sound and reached out to close the fire.

There was no expression on his pale face, and his dark eyes were like cold black iron soaked in the cold spring, making it almost impossible to see the deep emotions hidden in his eyes.

Mo Yi bent down and took a bowl of porridge. After eating it simply, he put the dirty bowl into the dishwasher.

He turned around and returned to the study, followed the elevator inside the secret door to the deeper underground, passed through the tunnel outside the elevator, and opened the door. The bright light in the laboratory was pale and dazzling, and the entire open and closed huge space was silent like a grave.

Mo Yi walked to the table, pulled the chair away and sat down, looking up at the huge dark screen.

He took a deep breath slowly, clenched his cold sweaty fingers and let them go several times - this game controls and monitors the players through brain waves. Only in this deep underground experiment can Mo Yi indulge himself and start thinking, and his brain, which had been forcibly cleared just now, finally started to work again.

According to his understanding of Wen Chen, such a way to say goodbye without warning is not his style.

Even if he needs rest due to too much consumption, he will tell himself in advance instead of disappearing without saying a word.

And his sudden disappearance is likely to be the tricks of the game.

Mo Yi knew that he was gradually approaching the truth.

Even if he tries to control his thinking as much as possible when he is outside, it may be difficult not to reveal any ideas. The game's handling of Jiang Yuanrou is to advance her time to enter the dungeon, so it is not impossible to take away his help for this.

But besides that, there is another possibility.

Mo Yi remembered Wen Chen said that he gradually recovered his memory from the first copy, but even so, there were still many important key points that he never remembered. So... Is it possible that Wen Chen's memory gradually recovered over time, causing him to learn the truth that the game could not tolerate existence? This led to the game having to take the initiative and urgently and urgently need to cut off the source of information in advance.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, staring silently at the frozen cold fingers he placed on his knees, his face pale and bloodless.

The game pulled Jiang Yuanrou into the dungeon in advance in order to silence him.

So, what about now?

He gently moved his cold and numb fingertips, and his exposed skin could hardly feel the external temperature.

Wen Chen has existed as the third type of creature in the game for a long time. He must have had some unreportable relationships and shackles between him and the game. Mo Yi knew that Wen Chen would not be gone so easily, but he still couldn't help feeling...

——This game is gradually depriving everyone around you.

Mo Yi raised his head, stretched out his finger that had slightly recovered his consciousness, and gently pressed it on the keyboard.

The screen lights up.

The huge blue light curtain illuminated his pale face, and a slightly cold light reflected in his dark eyes. The corners of his lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were cold and sharp, like the thin and bright blade on the edge of a sharp blade.

——So how could he allow this game to continue to exist.

The data has been processed and the results have been obtained.

Mo Yi's eyes were still on the screen and never left for a second. He just moved his fingers and neck slightly, and the stiff joints made a sound of bone friction. His face kept narrowing his eyes slightly.

Next is the highlight.

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The heavy black water spread to his chest, squeezing all the remaining air in his chest cavity. The suffocation felt as if a stone weighing more than 10,000 pounds was pressed against him. The force under his feet pulled him to fall into the depths. The wet and cold touch like a swamp spread throughout his body, blocking the gasps and sounds in his throat, and there was only a dead silence left in his ears.

Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

He gasped violently, his ears buzzing, as if all the sounds were crushed and mixed into chaotic noises, causing Mo Yi's temples to rush, and pain came from the depths of his mind.

Mo Yi blinked, and then he realized that he had fallen asleep unknowingly on the table.

He had some difficulty supporting the edge of the table with his palms, and slowly straightened his waist. His spine made a sour giggle with his movements, and the indescribable soreness spread, making Mo Yi unable to help but take a breath.

In the three days after Wen Chen disappeared, he almost didn't sleep for a few hours.

First, the time he entered the dungeon was getting shorter and shorter. As time was about to come, Mo Yi could hardly find a time to rest. Second, since Wen Chen disappeared, the nightmare that entangled him like a shadow appeared again. Moreover, this time it became more real and terrifying, almost making Mo Yi wonder whether he would fall into it and unable to wake up.

Mo Yi lowered his head and gently pressed his palm with his fingertips. The sticky wet and coldness just now seemed to remain on his skin. The feeling of weakness that spread from the depths of the bones remained in the muscles and tendons and could not dissipate for a long time.

He took a deep breath slowly, cleared up the confused thoughts in his mind, and then looked up at the screen in the air.

In the past few days, Mo Yi's progress has made rapid progress.

He decoded the code in that game through the calculated program, and expanded and grouped it according to the code. The results he got were amazed. The hugeness and exquisiteness of it almost made Mo Yi look dazzling, and... the most terrifying thing is that according to the effects presented in the code, the game has almost touched the mysterious edge area beyond human imagination.

Someone once proposed that the form of existence of the soul is actually some kind of electromagnetic wave. Whether it is a dead soul or a living soul, it exists in the form of an energy wave in the real society, wandering between people.

And this game... seems to be an absorber of some kind of energy.

The more you analyze this game in depth, the more shocked Mo Yi becomes.

It can even connect the real world with the world of the soul, and use the only connected existence in it - electromagnetic waves as a medium to convert the energy therein, and shuttle through the two worlds without any obstacles. As its energy grows and expands, it can even... be able to change and manipulate it.

Moreover, based on his previous observations and speculations, this game actually has basic intelligence. This is no longer a simple level of data processing and analysis. It can even build a bureau, formulate strategies, hunt humans, and extract human use value - it has almost become a smart species that exists in electromagnetic waves.

Moreover, it has reached a perfect symbiotic relationship with some beings in another world. Some souls desire to be liberated, some rituals desire to be completed, and some evil desire to be satisfied with blood. The game takes advantage of this and builds one copy after another, creating one deadly game after another, using all the lives of humans that enter it as bets and chips, and thirstyly absorbs and drains their fear and vitality.

And over countless evolutions, the code on which this game relies gradually becomes perfect and indestructible.

What Mo Yi needs is to completely destroy the game and end this terrifying hunt.

But... even he had to admit that the stability and perfection between its various chains were almost impossible to find flaws and fragile points for attack, which made Mo Yi feel a little frustrated.

While he was thinking hard, sleepiness quietly came, and he fell asleep on the table.

But when I woke up, the problem still couldn't be solved.

Mo Yi stared at the green program beating on the screen, frowned tightly, and his fingers subconsciously tapped on the table, making an upsetting sound.

His eyes swept over the incomplete, garbled data on another screen, and he couldn't help but pause slightly.

That was the code I found from that game before it was decoded.

Mo Yi seemed to suddenly think of something, straightened up slightly, his eyes still stuck on the screen not far away.

...Since the game's code cannot be broken from the outside, what if it uses part of it as the original data to attack its ontology?

Mo Yi's eyes lit up slightly, his body leaned forward slightly, his slender and flexible fingers jumped on the keyboard, making a crisp and dense sound, and the data flashing with light green light on the screen quickly changed and increased with the passage of time.

In the enclosed space thousands of meters underground, the speed of time passing seemed particularly slow, almost impossible to detect the changes in it. However, before I knew it, the flow of time seemed to be incredibly fast. Every time Mo Yi raised his head from the front of the screen and looked at his watch, he was startled by the sudden disappearance of time.

In the next few days, he rarely left the table except for solving basic physiological needs.

The long-term high-intensity work made Mo Yi's nerves tense to the verge of collapse, but in this high-pressure environment, it could inspire Mo Yi to burst out inspiration and exert his abilities more efficiently. He seemed to be immersed in this terrifying intensity beyond the reach of ordinary people. He seemed to have lost the concept of time and poured all his vitality into the small screens in front of him.

Finally, after a while, Mo Yi's finger, which was so stiff that it was almost impossible to stretch out due to long-term typing on the keyboard, finally stopped, and the keyboard typing sound that lingers indoor like a physical body finally disappeared.

The heart and brain seem to be numb, and they can't even feel the joyful emotions.

Mo Yi blinked and felt that the world in front of him was gradually being shrouded in dark shadows. Even if he supported his eyelids with force, he could not dispel them. In his drowsy and painful mind, there seemed to be a whole symphony orchestra playing, and it seemed that all the sounds were absorbed by the silent sponge. The consciousness was like sand tightly grasping between his fingers. The more he clenched, the faster he slipped away.

When he fainted, the last thought that flashed through Mo Yi's mind was-
Chapter completed!