Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Jiang Yuanbai was taken aback when he heard the words, and nodded in confusion: "...still here."

He turned around and walked into the room, and when he reappeared, he had already held the black video camera in his hand. He handed the video camera to Mo Yi, and asked with some doubts: "What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

Mo Yi shook his head, reached out to take the camera from Jiang Yuanbai's hand, and then carefully checked the camera as a whole. The machine can work normally. Except for the memory card, all the parts inside are Complete, bulky fuselage is heavy in the hand.

He raised his head to look at Jiang Yuanbai, and asked:

"This... can I borrow it?"

Although Jiang Yuanbai didn't understand what Mo Yi wanted to do, he still nodded without hesitation and replied, "Of course, I can send you off."

A smile curled up on the corner of Mo Yi's lips: "That's not necessary, I will return it to you after I borrow it."

After finishing speaking, he moved his sore arms, held the camera in his arms and changed his position, then turned and walked out. Seeing this, Jiang Yuanbai quickly chased him up from behind. Mo Yi hugged the heavy camera in his arms and said, "Go, I'll see you off."

Mo Yi thought for a while, and no longer rejected his kindness, nodded and said:

"Thank you very much."

Less than half an hour later, Mo Yi was sent to his residence by Jiang Yuanbai.

After a simple farewell, he stood at the door with the black camera in his arms. After seeing Jiang Yuanbai's car slowly leaving his sight, Mo Yi turned and walked into the building.

Just then, he felt the heavy machine in his hands lighten.

He looked down at his arms in some surprise, only to see a slightly thin mist encircling the inside of his arms, enveloping the video camera he held in his arms.

Mo Yi smiled helplessly: "I can still move this point."

The gentle air flowed across his palm and rubbed against his skin intimately, bringing a slightly itchy touch. Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi felt the mist with hidden strength flowing around his arms, and he refused to let it go for a long time. Dispersed, he was stunned for a while, and finally realized - when Jiang Yuanbai took the camera away from his arms just now, his fingers rubbed against his arm.

Mo Yi was a little dumbfounded, obviously the ring should not be effective in the real world, so why did he feel that the symptoms worsened after Wen Chen came back? ?

He shook his head helplessly, and comforted him: "Don't worry, I really won't go to others, and I won't lie to you."

The force of the mist was slightly loose, and a gentle upward airflow lifted the camera from his arms. The milky white mist enveloped the machine's pitch-black shell, and the camera floated in mid-air, swinging upwards. fly away.

Mo Yi was startled, and hastily turned his head to look at his surroundings. After making sure that no one had witnessed such a supernatural scene, he quickly stepped forward to catch up, took out the key, and opened the door of the room, letting the air flutter in the air. Yoyo's camera slowly flew into the room and landed firmly on the table.

He breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door behind him.

Fortunately, the game will not allow players and any game-related clues to be kept in the video data, otherwise he would have to format the monitor in the corridor.

Thinking of the game, Mo Yi's eyes slowly turned cold, he pursed his lips, with a gloomy expression on his face.

The game pulled Jiang Yuanrou into the dungeon in advance, and his life and death were uncertain, but Mo Yi still found some clues of the game in this action of the game.

If it is as I guessed, the game will advance the time when Jiang Yuanrou enters the dungeon, in order to prevent her from passing on the information she found, instead of choosing to execute Jiang Yuanrou directly when she finds out .

And Jiang Yuanbai, the only one who had intimate and direct communication with the content of the game, did not lose his life after falling into the black and dirty malice, but was tortured repeatedly, and the blood flowed from his body Constantly absorbing and absorbing negative emotions.

Then this at least shows that this seemingly omnipotent game that covers the sky with one hand seems to follow certain rules and restrictions-it cannot kill players at will in the real world, but can only use the brutal copy Harvest the player's life.

This discovery made Mo Yi half happy and half worried.

The most frightening thing is an opponent who doesn't follow any rules, and since the game has a bottom line that cannot be broken through, it proves that it must have an insurmountable weakness, so Mo Yi has the conditions to find and defeat it—but what he is worried about Yes, if my guess is correct, then it is very likely that this game is not just an existence dominated and swallowed by instinct, but it is very likely that a higher level of intelligence will evolve, allowing it to modify its original state. Just make a good decision, so that your behavior can avoid the bottom line that it can't touch.

And... this also means that Jiang Yuanrou's situation may be even more dangerous.

Although it is midsummer now, Mo Yi's fingers are still stiff and cold, as if he is in the cold winter.

He pressed his palm slowly, then walked quickly to the table where the video camera was placed, skillfully began to disassemble the heavy machine, and then took the parts he needed for analysis into his room .

Although there are several advanced refrigerators humming in the study room, they still cannot completely dissipate the heat generated by the high-magnification computer when it is working at full capacity. The whole room is as hot as a steamer. Mo Yi put the parts on the table and turned on the screen—— The decoding program he wrote himself is still running in the computer, and the number of times that is almost astronomical is displayed at the top of the screen on the upper right, but the simulation number of successful cracking at the bottom is still bright and dazzling - 0.

The bright red number hurt Mo Yi's eyes, he lowered his head, his fingers were jumping on the keyboard.

The number of processors running the decoding program was reduced, and the decoding program was running in the background, which freed up space for him to check the camera he took back from Jiang Yuanbai's house to see if it could provide him with any clues.

Mo Yi devoted all his attention to the work at hand.

The light outside the window slowly changed from bright to dim, but he didn't seem to notice the passage of time at all. All his energy was attracted by the computer screen and mechanical parts in front of him. Finally, he slowly He raised his head, moved his neck, which was sore from maintaining the posture for too long, and then stared at the screen in front of him in a daze.

Although... It cannot be said that there is nothing strange about it, but all the index fluctuations are within the normal range.

If you correct it carefully, in fact, this data is not abnormal at all.

But judging by the sensitivity he has honed over the years, he always feels that there is something wrong with it...

Mo Yi frowned, staring at the screen full of numbers in front of him in confusion.

What is wrong...?

He recalled what Jiang Yuanrou said in the video tape in his mind.

—Focus on something other than the video.

Besides.

Mo Yi suddenly jumped up from the chair, rushed to the outside of the study, picked and picked among the parts scattered on the table, separated the power supply system from the messy table, and carefully carried it back In the study room, I completely banned the algorithm I used to analyze the parts, and started to recode.

Fingers are jumping rapidly on the keyboard, the blue light of the screen is reflected in the dark eyes, and he is so focused that he can't see anything else.

Unknowingly, the dark purple edge of the summer night sky outside the window slowly turns white.

Mo Yi finally stopped his movements. He rubbed his sore and dry eyes and blinked physiological tears, but his eyes were still bright and sharp, not at all like someone who hadn't closed his eyes all night. Frowning anxiously, his trembling fingertips betrayed his overexcited and nervous nerves.

—He now needs a new control group.

At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to suddenly recall his experience in the corridor just now, and his eyes lighted up. He effortlessly hacked into the surveillance system of the community, and brought up the video of himself entering the door just now—as expected, it was almost Blurred and damaged.

He pursed his lips excitedly, skillfully synthesized a circular image and implanted it into the monitoring system, and then ran out of the study for the second time.

Mo Yi stood on the chair and took down the monitor in the corridor, and then brought it back to the study to start analysis and calculation.

The addition of new parameters quickly clarified the situation.

——The calculation on the screen finally showed results.

Mo Yi stretched out his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, his fingertips turned blue and white due to the force, he let out a breath slowly, feeling the tide of exhaustion coming up.

Data is always the most honest witness.

There is no existence in this world that can be completely and completely eliminated. As long as it exists, it will leave traces, and these reflections in machines and data are more intuitive. Even if it has been forged and cleared, it will leave corresponding traces. There are clues, and the work of hackers in this area is very similar to that of detectives. They all need to find these traces, make inferences and conclusions, and draw the most likely conclusions.

Mo Yi had checked the video and the machine that recorded the player's blurred images before, but there was no trace of artificial interference, neither the video itself nor the core processing board in the machine had the slightest problem, and any external interference could also be ruled out Options.

The power supply system only provides electricity for the machine.

What is the possibility of being tampered with?

However, all machines are driven by current-based source power, and even the pictures on the screen are formed by electron beams hitting the light screen at high speed.

In the camera's power supply system, Mo Yi found extremely high-level and precise data pulses, which are the subtle traces left by the most direct control and control of electrons.

In this world, he finally found the clues of the existence of the game.

The way this game controls the entire world is too subtle, it is rooted in the most primitive and tiny cells in this world - everything in the world is driven by it, and there is even a biological current in the human mind , and those ghosts and ghosts are also a kind of electric current in one of the theories.

It's everywhere.

So games are everywhere.

It quietly and silently hides under the surface of the world, watching everyone silently.

But... until now, what Mo Yi can be sure of is that finding traces of the game's existence is definitely not the reason why Jiang Yuanrou was targeted by the game and tried to silence her.

He turned to look at the note he had placed on the table before he started.

The above date has not changed.

It was still August fourteenth.

——Jiang Yuanrou discovered more than that.