Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 214

The night was deep.

The driver drove the vehicle slowly into the lane.

Mo Yila drove down the door, lowered her head to open the mobile phone interface, and the light blue light lit up in the heavy night, illuminating his pale face. His fingers stayed above Jiang Yuanbai's name for a long time.

After a long time, he finally ordered it.

My busy voice sounded.

No one answered the phone.

Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, closed her eyes hard, and didn't know if she was relieved or disappointed. Her stiff fingers gathered slightly, and her phone was retracted into her pocket.

He walked into the room and turned on the ceiling lights. The lights blocked the darkness and cold from the thin door panel like a huge barrier, then walked straight towards the study and turned on the computer.

The funeral that Jiang Yuanrou entrusted to him and the handling of related contracts did not take too much time. She already knew that if she really died in the game, the world would not remember her, so she had already done it With a fake identity and foundation to deal with most of his own property, including the distribution of equity and real estate, Mo Yi only needs to put it into implementation and operation.

He looked at the computer screen and pressed the Enter key.

At this point, Jiang Yuanrou will cease to exist.

Mo Yi pinched his nose and turned to look at his mobile phone next to the computer. The screen was dark and he didn't turn off the ringtone notification. If there was a phone call or a text message coming in, he would never miss it. Yi sits in front of the computer and begins to quiet like a heavy metal block.

He clicked on the screen-no new notifications.

Mo Yi exhaled slowly and turned to look at the wall of the study, which was smooth, but Mo Yi knew that the cold and empty laboratory was waiting for him thousands of meters underground.

He stood up, skillfully opened the heavy metal door, and the thin figure was swallowed by the gradually closed door.

Mo Yi walked into the laboratory, and the bright, almost dazzling light was reflected by the silver-white wall, which illuminated the huge space. He walked to the screen placed on the wall and tapped on the keyboard lightly. Hit it, and the darkened screen suddenly lights up.

He stared at the upper right corner of the screen, and forgot about breathing for a while.

Below the huge astronomical number, the bright red dazzling number 0-I don't know when it jumped to 1.

Mo Yi could hardly believe his eyes, it took a long time to react ...

The simulation results came out.

The code that leaked out when the game nearly crashed could be decoded.

He felt the heart in his chest beating fiercely, the blood on his body seemed to boil, the palms of his hands were sweating, his brain was buzzing, and he felt a bit of a dry throat—this was a major breakthrough When he reacted subconsciously, he looked down with a dizzy look, but didn't see the water glass. Then he realized that he was not in his own study room, but was in a laboratory underground in Jiang Yuanrou's house.

Mo Yi calmed himself down.

He checked it several times before he finally determined that the key data of the decoded code was being stored in his computer.

Mo Yi raised his hand and wiped the thin sweat on his forehead. He opened the chair and sat down in front of the computer. His fingers were still trembling due to the sharp emotional fluctuations. He pressed his cold fingers hard, and then began to calculate the program. The decoding program is substituted into the original code, and the decoding program is run.

On a huge computer screen, light green numbers scroll on a dark background, dazzling.

-It will take some time to complete the calculation.

Mo Yi leaned back slowly, maintaining a stiff and painful spine for a long period of time. With a sudden relaxation, he made a slight frictional sound. He reached out and supported his neck and turned his head, looking inadvertently from the table next to him. Passing by, the black videotape was particularly eye-catching on the pale tabletop, and the slightly faded surface was completely visible under the light.

Cold, hard, sharp-edged and lifeless.

Mo Yi reached out and took the videotape in his hand, playing with it for a moment, a little bit surprised.

He seemed to suddenly think of something and straightened up.

A few minutes later, the contents of the videotape were completely copied to the computer. Mo Yi clicked the start button again and the video started to play. The familiar shaking lens and screen appeared on the screen. He stared at the screen intently, every minute Seeing the tail from beginning to end without falling for a second.

Jiang Yuanrou showed a smile on the screen: "My unwieldy brother has been taken care of by you."

The video stopped abruptly.

The empty room returned to silence, and Mo Yi stared at the paused video, taking a deep breath.

He straightened up, pulled the video back to the place where the black screen just started, and then started to break down the blank minutes in the video frame by frame, and then started to decode and analyze frame by frame.

However, the information obtained is very poor, and basically all the data is completely destroyed.

After Mo Yi copied and saved the video completely, he disassembled the video tape, and the black magnetic stripe was quietly arranged inside the casing-this is why Jiang Yuanrou wanted to record with this old-style video tape Today's video recording equipment is digital recording, and its original magnetic recording uses magnetic tracks to arrange images and sound on magnetic strips, and it can retain more information under the interference of games.

It is a very clever means.

Mo Yi turned on the relevant equipment he had sent before, and began to capture and collect the tracks on the magnetic stripe, and imported them into the computer for analysis and transcoding.

Finally, he found a little bit of data that was not completely destroyed during that dark period.

After Mo Yi repaired it, he found it was a piece of audio.

He released the audio, and the noisy machine sounded in the empty room. Among the chaotic noises, he could discern Jiang Yuanrou's distorted sound:

"... Zizi ... only ... Zizi ... you ..."

The rest are strange syllables that cannot be distinguished.

Mo Yi frowned, staring puzzledly at the linear sound wave pattern on the screen, for a moment puzzled.

only you……?

What do you mean?

He introduced the other paragraphs into the recovery program without discouragement, and tried to find any residual traces from the deleted data. The two screens show the running process of the two sets of programs. The only thing that can be done now is Waiting.

Mo Yi glanced down at his watch, not too surprised to see that it was eleven o'clock the next day. He got up from the chair, rubbed his back and neck drowsily, then dragged his feet. Go upstairs.

He walked into the study room, locked the laboratory entrance again, and then reached up to pick up his mobile phone on the computer desk in the study room. With a swipe of his finger, the screen unlocked.

-There is still no new notice.

Mo Yi pressed her forehead a bit tired, and slid his finger twice on the screen aimlessly.

He blinked, then realized that he had opened the call interface subconsciously, his finger was a little pause, and he clicked to exit.

It's been a long time now, Jiang Yuanbai couldn't possibly see his phone records, and he didn't return any information or phone calls, then he must have heard the news, and ... shouldn't really want to Connect with others.

Mo Yi pressed the phone screen off, then stood up and walked out of the study.

The spacious and gorgeous living room was empty. The bright summer sun penetrated through the windows, leaving golden marks on the ground and furniture. The light still in the room was almost lined up and lost its color. It's as if it's just an ornament on the ceiling.

Mo Yi went to the door and reached out to press the headlights in the room.

He opened the door of the room hand in hand, and the sweltering air swept the heat wave towards the door, dissipating some of the coolness brought by the central air conditioner, and the glare of the sun illuminated the eyelids to the rose color. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and felt himself The sleepy drowsiness seemed to rise gradually with the warm sunlight.

He turned and walked towards the room, just as he was closing the door, his eyes swept across the open space below the corridor.

There are seven or eight flattened cigarette butts.

The security here is extremely strict. It is not easy to come in and stay under this porch for half an hour to an hour. Moreover, the place is the dead corner of the camera installed at the door, so you can pinpoint this place. People are obviously very familiar with it.

... who is self-evident.

Mo Yi tuned to the camera at the door and played back the previous three or four hours at high speed-the screen was empty and there were no people.

Jiang Yuanbai has been here and stayed here for a short time.

And ... never tried to come forward and ring the doorbell.

Mo Yi finally took a deep look at the traces of the wolf howling on the ground, then turned around and walked into the door, pinching the door behind him gently.

He rubbed his brows tiredly, walked into the kitchen habitually, and heated the porridge set aside to the fire.

Because of the drowsiness, a bit of dullness in his mind suddenly flashed a frightening thought, as if the lightning had torn the dark night sky, and the paleness and brightness of the truth that Mo Yi had not noticed before.

He gazed at the grueling gruel as the temperature increased, feeling that the blood on the mixed body gradually cooled down.

Ever since Wen Yan was able to transform into an adult form, he has never been allowed to enter the kitchen. Even if Mo Yi wants to do anything, he will be kicked out by him. Wen Yan will never let the cold porridge overnight stay on the stove. In the past, his dedication to these things almost made Mo Yi think he was happy.

Mo Yi tried to remember, but his brain seemed to be stuck, he realized for a moment.

Since leaving the house by himself last night, Wen Yan has never appeared.

His voice was harsh and hoarse: "... smell?"

There was a dead silence in the room, and there was only a faint boiling of porridge on the stove.

-No one answered.

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