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date="2021-01-01"

title="Chapter 142 Chapter One Hundred and Forty Two "

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series = ["Congratulations on Your Successful Escape"]

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Two

Jiang Yuan Bai suddenly stopped his voice, his eyes fell to the ground aside, and his lips pressed into a silent straight line.

Mo Yi paused and followed his sight. The dark brown dry film on the floor and walls seemed to have become thinner, evaporating and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the destroyed underneath. The messy and dirty surface of the room.

There was an indescribable strange smell permeating the room.

Mo Yi could almost hear the slight "sizzling" sound as the film evaporated.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanbai, and saw that he was still staring at the ground not far away, a trace of dark red blood slowly slid down the corners of his lips, hanging on his chin without falling.

Mo Yi was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "You..."

His voice seemed to awaken Jiang Yuanbai, only to see him as if he had just woke up from his sleep and turned his head to look at Mo Yi.

Jiang Yuan Bai seemed to want to say something, but he just opened his mouth, and more dark red blood poured out from his mouth. The blood color was as deep as viscous mud, and the black and red color instantly dyed red. He touched his chin and dripped tickly.

He stretched out his hand in a daze to catch the dripping blood, and stared in a daze at the blood that quickly stained his fingers and palm prints into a weird dark red. It took him a long time to relax.

Jiang Yuan Bai began to cough violently, his thin body arched, trembling in a hoarse cough, like a dead leaf in the wind, uncontrollably tilted to one side——

Mo Yi frowned, and quickly stepped forward to support Jiang Yuan Bai who was falling down.

Jiang Yuan Bai managed to suppress his cough, wiped the corners of his blood-stained mouth with the back of his trembling hand, and said in a hoarse voice:

"...I'm fine."

He looked up to the side of Mo Yi. The film covering the window disappeared as if it had melted. The sunlight that had been blocked by the window for a long time finally shined into the room. The whole room looked like a survivor under the sun. The disaster scene is average.

Jiang Yuanbai's face looked almost bleak in the sun, he took a deep breath and continued:

"I can feel... my memory is gradually disappearing-being erased, the game is not allowed -"

His voice instantly weakened at the last moment, and his eyelids slowly closed. Mo Yixin's head clenched, and he subconsciously reached out to reach his nose.

Mo Yi slowly breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the weak and moist air blowing over his cold finger pads.

Great, Jiang Yuan Bai just passed out.

Mo Yi slightly relaxed his back that had been tight since the beginning, moved his arm slightly, adjusted a not so awkward posture for Jiang Yuan Bai who had fainted, and then shouted:

"Wen Chen! Yuan Rou!"

Not long after his voice fell, he heard rapid footsteps outside the door, and within a few seconds, the door of the room was pushed open.

Jiang Yuan Rou stood stiffly at the door, her eyes stuck tightly to Jiang Yuan Bai who was in Mo Yi's arms, her lips trembling and speechless.

Mo Yi lowered his head and glanced at Jiang Yuanbai, only then realized how misleading his pale face and black blood look was, and he quickly explained:

"Yuan Bai is fine, he just passed out."

Jiang Yuan Rou seemed to be drained of strength. She stretched out her hand to support the wall next to her to prevent herself from falling. She took a deep breath and walked over at an unsteady pace, taking Jiang from Mo Yi's arms. Yuan Bai, then looked up at Mo Yi:

"I……"

As soon as the first word was blurted, Jiang Yuanrou's eye circles instantly turned red. She took a deep breath, and then said in a calm voice:

"I contacted my trusted hand to deal with the mess, and sent Yuan Bai to other places for treatment."

Mo Yi Station got up and nodded absently.

He crossed Jiang Yuanrou's half-crouched body and looked not far away-Wen Chen was standing at the door.

He stood upright in the reappearing light in the corridor, looking like a black shadow that tore the light forcibly, and like a sharp wedge that pierced the retina of people with pain.

Mo Yi watched him, knowing in his heart that the other party was also looking back at him.

There was a whirr of wind in his ears, but nothing else was heard.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Jiang Yuanrou's thunderous voice seemed to sound from a long distance, and it seemed to explode in his ears.

Mo Yi suddenly returned to his senses, retracted his gaze, looked down at Jiang Yuan Rou who was standing in front of him, and saw that she was looking up at him suspiciously, repeating in her mouth:

"Are you ok?"

"...Fortunately." Mo Yi lowered his eyes concealedly and replied: "Today is really a long day."

Jiang Yuan Rou raised her hand to rub her temples, and sighed wearily: "...Yes."

She asked the question she had just asked patiently again: "Do you need me to find someone to help send you back?"

Mo Yi nodded: "Thanks a lot."

After he and Jiang Yuan Rou had finished speaking, they walked towards the door, and the distance between Wen Chen and him gradually narrowed. Mo Yi could see the angled face of the other party gradually clear, and those light gray eyes focused on the light. Staring at him.

He heard Wen Chen's low voice:

"Go home?"

Mo Yi was stunned for half a second without a trace, and then slowly narrowed his eyes, looking deeply into Wen Chen's eyes, as if to look at his naked soul through the dark pupils in the light-colored iris.

——It seems that he just wants to see his shrinking and clear reflection in his eyes.

He retracted his gaze and said calmly:

"Well, go home."

The two walked out side by side. The black mucus that was once covered in the corridor and the dark brown film formed after it dries have almost disappeared, but the traces of the torture in the room are still clearly visible, and sunlight shines into the room from the window. In the middle, it is quite an illusion that it feels like a world away.

Jiang Yuanrou's people are very efficient. Looking down from the top of the stairs, one can already see someone approaching the villa carrying a huge cleaning instrument.

When the machine started, the humming sound vibrated in the air, breaking the silence that had lasted until now.

Wen Chen stared at him in the sun, the corners of his lips slightly cocked.

Mo Yi saw his lips move lightly, as if he was saying something, but the noisy sound in the room made him completely unable to hear the other party's voice.

He frowned, raised his voice and asked, "——What did you say?"

Wen Chen looked at him, and then leaned close to his ear—the cold and moist breath brushed over his ear, and Mo Yi heard the other person say:

"The sun is beautiful."

Mo Yi pursed his lips, glanced sideways at the light shining through the window, and an inconspicuous smile appeared at the corner of his lips:

"……Yes."

The two walked to the door and saw a few people walking past their own eyes carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher were several familiar faces, all of whom were guards at the door that Mo Yi had seen before. They looked embarrassed, their eyes closed tightly, and their faces were full of similar pain and hideous looks, as if they were experiencing a nightmare that they couldn't wake up.

The person carrying the stretcher hurriedly passed by, and the figure quickly disappeared from sight.

Mo Yi's gaze stayed on their disappearing back for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "Will they have something to do?"

Wen Chen lowered his eyes, his face calmly replied: "They haven't been in those "things" for a long time. It stands to reason that there is no danger to their lives."

Mo Yi said non-committal: "...That's it."

He retracted his gaze and walked towards the door with Wen Chen. A car was already waiting at the door, and someone opened the door for them.

After the two men bent down and got into the car, the car started slowly.

This time in the city is not the peak time, the traffic volume is not large, and the vehicles flowed unimpeded all the way to the destination quickly.

Mo Yi opened the door with the key, and the two walked into the room one after another. The familiar atmosphere and peaceful environment in the room could not help but produce an indescribable sense of exhaustion.

Wen Chen asked: "What do you want to eat?"

Mo Yi suddenly realized that since he woke up this morning, he hadn't eaten anything. The feeling of exhaustion and hunger seemed to be awakened from the depths of his body at this time. He moved his somewhat stiff and sore arms. Replied:

"...Either way."

He walked hurriedly to the study and said without looking back: "I have a few variables that need to be changed, you can decide."

Wen Chen stopped him behind him: "So, have you got the answer you want with Jiang Yuanbai?"

Mo Yi paused slightly with his fingers on the door handle of the study, and said ambiguously, "Probably."

After finishing speaking, he pressed his palm down, and the door of the study opened in front of him. Mo Yi walked into the room slowly, reaching out and turning on the ceiling light in his room.

The screen in the room was shining with blue light, and the data on it seemed to move at high speed without stopping, changing at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye.

Mo Yi's gaze swept across one of the screens—it showed the number of calculations so far:

8234702394 times.

He took a deep breath, pulled a chair and sat down, and stretched out the empty coffee cup that was poured on the table. From one, he took out the stacks of messy calculation drafts, and there was still mud color of the same color as the cup. Coffee stains, the front of the table is finally refreshed after being simply cleaned.

Mo Yi slowly put his hands on the keyboard, his eyes dropped slightly, as if thinking about something.

The slightly loosened sleeve slipped from the wrist, revealing the ribbon wrapped around the wrist bone.

The water-cold ribbons are tightly attached to the skin, and the messy patterns on it are entangled like abstract paintings. The vivid color contrast deeply pierces the viewer's eyes.

Mo Yi's eyes fell for a few seconds, and then he untied the silk ribbon from his wrist like a ghost.

The unknown cloth seemed to carry his body temperature, slowly unfolding in front of his eyes, even if I didn't know how long it had been wrapped around my wrist, there was still no crease on it.

The long blood-like silk thread runs through the entire silk ribbon from beginning to end. The thick black ink dots smudge into the main body from the edge of the silk ribbon, and then spread along the direction in which the silk thread stretches. The silvery white background looks strange and harmonious.

The ink color on it was nearly twice as large as when I saw it last time.

Could it be caused by the sticky black substance in Jiang Yuanrou's villa before?

After all, the black color above began to spread because he used the silk ribbon to touch the black viscous substance around Jiang Yuanbai's body when he was in the copy——

Mo Yishen stroked the remaining blank on the ribbon with his hand, his eyes dimmed.