《Congratulations on Your Successful Escape》


 Chapter 1

    He''s falling.


    The heavy darkness, with cold silence, rushed to his mouth and nose like a tide. The sense of suffocation was crushing his chest, and the stillness drowned his breathing and shouting.


    There is no escape.


    The heart was wrapped up powerlessly and fell like an iron stone, and the last breath of pulsating life was finally pulled away. Then, all the sounds and colors went away slowly. The endless darkness seemed to bewitch him to sleep forever. The eternal silence gently unfolded his arms to embrace him and whispered in his ear:


    "stay..."


    Mo Yimeng opened his eyes, panting in a hurry and silence, and half narrowed his eyes because of the dazzling light.


    The light and thin cloth was wet with sweat on the back, and the cold feeling was directly transmitted to the nerve from the back.


    Is this dream again


    Mo Yi straightened up slowly. The stiff pain spread from his neck. He blinked slowly. After getting used to the dazzling white light, his eyes focused again.


    He was stunned by the sight before him, which was an empty classroom.


    An ordinary, old school classroom. The blackboard on the wall is not very clean. In the corner, you can see the traces of shallow chalk. There are several mathematical formulas written in the middle, while the corner of the blackboard is scrawled with simple graffiti, which seems to be a deformed bird at a glance.


    Wooden tables and chairs are arranged in neat order, each of which is piled with hills of papers and exercise books. The walls around are painted with white paint, and on them are pasted with big words "208 days before the college entrance examination".


    The energy-saving lamp on the top of the head makes a zizzling sound.


    The whole classroom is filled with strange silence.


    ¡­¡­ What''s going on? Where is he?


    Mo Yi frowned and racked his brains to recall - but it seemed that his memory was interrupted. He only remembered that he was at home, because he was too sleepy and fell asleep accidentally, but Why did he wake up in an empty classroom?


    He looked down at the table on which he was lying. He saw simple graffiti carved on the wooden desk with a knife. The scrawl written by oil pen and pencil was covered with each other. There was an exercise book on it. A pen without a pen cap was lying on the side. The elegant handwriting was interrupted in the middle of writing.


    He wiped the handwriting lightly, leaving a light blue ink mark on his finger belly.


    Only then did Mo Yi realize the source of his sense of disobedience.


    In this classroom, it seems that everything is only half done, as if the teacher and students suddenly evaporate at the same time.


    He got up in a panic.


    His back waist hit the corner of the table, and the sudden pain rushed up his back. He attacked Mo Yi''s numb senses because he had been sitting for a long time, which made him wake up.


    The book at the top of the stack rocked with his movements and then fell.


    Mo Yi made a move and bent down to pick up the book.


    I saw the title page in soft handwriting: "senior three class 3, Zhao Qiulan.".


    He was moved.


    Just then, outside the door suddenly came the noise from afar, vaguely as if someone was arguing. Mo Yi is surprised, conveniently put the exercise book back on the table, and then strides out.


    Opening the door of the classroom, an uncomfortable, humid smell came to my face, as if it was a musty smell in the room that would not clear up for months. There was no wind in the stagnant air, and it was stifling in my heart.


    Mo Yi followed the sound and walked past.


    Under the dim light at the end of the corridor, the shadowy figure finally became clear. Mo Yi glanced at it roughly and found that there were 11 or 12 people here.


    The voice became clearer.


    It was a husky man''s frantic roar Who the hell are you? Where the hell is this?? I''ll call the police if you don''t say so! "


    The confusion was mixed with the low sobs of the girls.


    Suddenly, a person standing on the edge of the crowd raised his head, looked at Mo Yi with a torch in his eyes, and then raised his voice and said, "new man? Here. "


    After that, he raised his left hand and put the cigarette in his mouth between his fingertips. The smoke from his mouth blurred the outline of his face.


    Then he lowered his voice and added in a tone of half sarcasm and half Indifference: "tut I hope you don''t have the same psychological quality as that person. "


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    Mo Yi''s heart suddenly has an ominous premonition.


    He quickened his pace and walked past. Before he could say anything, he only heard a beautiful female voice: "Hello, welcome to the big live escape game - stay alive."


    The girl''s voice is very beautiful. If the scene is not in this dead and strange campus, people will even feel very happy, but here There are no other adjectives to express except weird and penetrating.Just now, the man who roared and questioned was like a big enemy. His pale face was soaked with sweat. He whirled in panic and threatened the air loudly: "what kind of program group are you? I''ll tell you! You''re breaking the law! Believe it or not, my lawyer is suing you for bankruptcy


    Br: > "the only time you''re still alive on campus seems to be that you''re still alive for 5 hours.


    Here are the tips for you: 933, Yan Wuzu, 712, fog nameless.


    Have a good time. "


    When he finished speaking, he did not wait for others to react. Suddenly, a blue countdown appeared in the air outside the window: 4:59, shining an ominous light in the dark.


    There was a strange silence in the air.


    The unknown premonition came true.


    Mo Yi looked at the scene coldly.


    I don''t know how to spit in my heart.


    Although he likes to play horror games, he never thought he could experience it in 3D one day.


    It''s not a damn match for his major.


    At this time, a girl who looked no more than 23-4 suddenly stepped forward and reached out to grab the cuff of the man who had just called Mo Yi. There were tears on her pretty face. She looked pitiful. She trembled in her voice and said, "brother Well, what''s going on? It''s a joke, isn''t it? Please tell me


    The man indifferently shook off her hand, looked up at the crowd and said, "this is not a joke. If you die here, you will die in the real world. I suggest you take the hint seriously and think about it. Maybe it can save your life."


    After that, he pinched his temple impatiently. Although his voice was eight degrees lower, the anxiety that could not be hidden in the voice line penetrated out: "let''s separate groups, two or three people together, to find clues, to see if we can find something related to the hint. Maybe we can hold on."


    The man and the two people around him obviously knew each other. He nodded to the other two, and they took the lead to go out. The rest of the crowd also looked at each other, began to look for people to form a team, the scene became a bit chaotic and noisy.


    Mo Yi stands in the same place, frowning slowly, and his thoughtful eyes fall out of the window.


    From his point of view, there was no light outside the window except for the fluorescent numbers in the air.


    The thick darkness like an entity wrapped the whole building firmly. The teaching building is like an island floating in the boundless darkness, just like It''s like a grave.


    This strange metaphor flashed through his mind like lightning, and suddenly there were almost no signs, which startled him.


    Mo Yi shook his head with some self mockery, as if to throw this unknown idea out of his mind.


    Suddenly, someone pulled his arm. Mo Yi was stunned and looked at him.


    He saw a man with a gentle face standing beside him. His face was a little cramped. Seeing Mo Yi looking at himself in doubt, he quickly showed a slightly restrained smile:


    "Hello, that Shall we form a team? "


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 Chapter 2

    "My name is Jiang Yuanbai, and you?"


    The gentle faced man introduced himself in a low voice as he walked.


    Mo Yi glanced at him and replied softly, "Mo Yi."


    "Hello." Jiang Yuanbai gave a bitter smile, lowered his voice and said, "this is the second time I enter this game."


    His eyes flashed with fear that could not be concealed, and even his voice was shaking.


    "I don''t know what kind of evil I have done in my last life. I have to experience such terrible Nightmares. " Jiang Yuanbai took a deep breath to cover up the emotion in his voice. Then he gave a stiff smile and shifted the topic unnaturally: "what about you? How many times have you come in?"


    "The first time."


    Mo Yi looks down carefully at a group photo hanging on the wall of the corridor, and replies without raising his head.


    It was a graduation photo. The edge of the photo had turned yellow. Maybe it was taken too long. The faces of the people on it were blurred, but they all had brilliant smiles.


    The following is clearly marked in small black letters: "June 8, 1995, class one, senior three.".


    Generally speaking, the numbers in horror games are meaningful, especially the information that can be viewed, which may be useful later.


    Mo Yi touched his chin and wrote down the number.


    "The first time?" Jiang Yuanbai, who was on the other side, made a fuss, which aroused many people''s side eyes. He then responded, then lowered his voice and continued to ask, "are you too cold and quiet?"


    Mo Yi straightened up and glanced at him Oh. "


    He''s not cool at all.


    It''s not a novel. Who the hell wants to experience a real-life horror escape game or a life game.


    "You don''t seem to like talking very much?"


    Jiang Yuanbai scratched his head, revealing a smile that was half helpless and half self mocking. Then he added in a low voice: "in fact, most of the new people come in for the first time, and their attitude is quite good It''s fierce. In fact, when I first entered, I was not much better than the new yelling man just now. It''s the first time for me to meet someone as calm as you


    ¡°¡­¡­ Yes Mo Yi said casually, turning around to look at the whole corridor.


    There is no trace of age in this corridor. The white walls are clean and smooth. On one side of the corridor are windows. Between each window, there are five pictures similar to those he has just looked at. On the other side of the corridor, there are five classrooms. There are signs beside each door, from class 1 to class 5.


    Between Class 3 and class 4 is the stairwell, which is obviously the first floor, but the door leading to the outside is tightly closed, while the narrow staircase extends up into the darkness. Two people in the stairwell are abusing the gate and trying to open it.


    Obviously, there is little hope.


    Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the end of the corridor.


    Mo Yi''s heart is tight, immediately follow the sound forward and stride forward. Jiang Yuanbai touches the bridge of his nose and quickly trots to follow him.


    Li yunya trotted into the toilet, nervous.


    She was in a panic.


    Although this is the first time she has been involved in this so-called "game", she knows that going to the toilet is not a good idea at this time.


    But she couldn''t help it. Twenty minutes ago, she wanted to go to the bathroom, and now it''s her limit.


    Xin Kui her teammates agreed to stand at the door and wait for her at her every request. As long as she finished going to the toilet at the fastest speed, there should be no problem.


    Li yunya comforted herself in her heart.


    The toilet here is an old-fashioned squat toilet, separated by dark green partition. The lock on the door is rusty, and it is a little difficult to buckle it. Although it looks old, it is still clean in the compartment, she thought to herself.


    Half a minute later.


    Li yunya quickly solved the physiological needs and rushed out of the toilet compartment.


    She put her hands on her knees and let out a long breath. In the process of going to the toilet, the images of horror movies that I had seen flashed in the back of her head like a slide, which made her heart beat wildly. She had to look up every two seconds to see if there was anything on the top of the compartment.


    Fortunately, she scared herself.


    Li yunya shook her head and walked forward. She reached out and turned on the faucet. The sound of the water reverberated in the empty toilet. The cold water washed through her fingertips, which made her relax a lot.


    Suddenly, she felt something touching her calf.


    Li yunya frowned suspiciously and looked down at the past.


    I saw a dirty ball lying there quietly.


    Ball? How could it be here?


    Li yunya is stunned, but the next second, she seems to think of something.The toilet of this school is not big, and it is quite neat. You can get a panoramic view of the whole room as soon as you enter the door. There was no ball here before.


    It''s like It happened out of thin air.


    Her face suddenly turned white, and her cold sweat was also instantaneous.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Fang Ting? " Li yunya''s hair fell down, and she swallowed hard. She raised her voice and called her companion''s name "are you there?"


    No one answered her.


    The toilet is still seeping.


    Before I could hear other people talking outside the door, now there is nothing.


    As if she had entered another dimension.


    Frightened by this idea, Li yunya rushed to the door at the fastest speed and reached out to open the door of the toilet. But the door was as if it had been welded with iron. She shook the bolt in a hurry, patted the door plank in despair, and called out the name of her companion.


    Just at this time, just listen to behind the sound of light percussion.


    "Kowtow", "kowtow", "kowtow"


    she was frozen in place, and the cry of rushing out was blocked in her throat. She could only hear her heart beating rapidly, and the sweat trickled down her miserable cheek and into the collar of her shirt.


    Li yunya turned hard, her back against the door.


    In the closed third compartment, there was a persistent knock on the door.


    Li yunya''s pupils were tight and covered her mouth to prevent her panting in panic, exposing any sound. Her tears fell silently, shaking like a leaf in the wind.


    She heard a faint hum from the compartment.


    The innocent voice of a child sounds strange in the quiet toilet. It hums the same tune repeatedly. Even though Zhao qiuya is too afraid to listen carefully, she still transmits it to her brain along her cochlea.


    "Dear Come and play... "


    Li yunya''s legs trembled, and finally could not support her body weight. Her body slowly slipped down and shrank in a corner of the door. Her pale face was distorted by fear. Her eyes were closed, her hands covered her mouth, and she prayed in despair.


    But Nothing happened.


    One minute passed, five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and nothing happened.


    The knock was gone.


    Even the girl''s voice disappeared.


    The entire toilet can only hear the sound of the lights on the top of the head, and the regular sound from the untightened faucet, tick, tick.


    Everything must sound normal.


    Finally, doubt conquers fear. Li yunya''s eyelashes trembled, tried to open her eyes, and looked around in panic for a week - everything was normal, even the ball had disappeared, as if the voice she had just imagined.


    Did she really get away with it?


    Li yunya could not help but burst out a low sob, big drops of tears sliding down her cheek.


    Tick tock.


    Something fell on her face, and she sobbed and reached out to wipe it off.


    Tick, tick, tick. More drops fall.


    Li yunya looks up.


    "Honey, come and play." This time, the boy''s voice sounded overhead.


    Fang Ting stood impatiently at the door of the toilet and looked down at her watch for the third time. Li yunya had been in for a long time, but she had not come out yet.


    Finally, her patience ran out and she pushed the door and walked in: "are you all right..."


    The rest of the sentence stuck in her throat and turned into a shrill scream.


    The doors of each compartment were wide open, and the ground was covered with dazzling blood, even slowly flowing outward.


    This is what Mo Yi saw when he came.


    With a dignified look on his face, the experienced man stepped forward to explore and came back shaking his head: "there is no body."


    There was a look of panic on everyone''s face. With such a large amount of blood loss, the missing person was probably in danger, and the crying voice of the crowd became louder and louder.


    Mo Yi separated the crowd and went to the front. After a careful observation of the toilet, he saw that blood was splashing all over the space. Only the third door was clean and there was nothing.


    He frowned suspiciously. Just as he was about to walk in, he heard a man who was searching inside suddenly exclaimed. Mo Yi stepped forward and looked at the man''s eyes.


    The door on the inside of the toilet was covered with shocking nail scratches, with blood and nail fragments. Even if it was just looking at it, it also made the scalp numb. And in the ceiling close to the door, it is densely covered with children''s palm sized blood fingerprints.


    Mo Yi''s eyes fell on the center of the pool of blood: there was a small, round area, in which there was no trace of blood.


    He was stunned, and a fleeting thought flashed through his mind, but when he thought again, he could not catch it again.All of a sudden, without warning, there was a harsh and monotonous ring in the corridor, which startled everyone. The loud bell echoed in the empty corridor and classroom, which seemed strange and frightening.


    Mo Yi glanced out of the window, then his eyes sank.


    The number outside the window has become "4:15".


    It''s been 45 minutes since the game started.


    It''s just the time for a class.


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 Chapter 3

    The bell went away and the corridor was dead again.


    People looked at each other and saw their confused faces in each other''s eyes.


    What does the bell mean? What happens next? No one knows, they are like blindfolded people, step by step to the edge of the cliff, no one knows if the next step will be doomed.


    Suddenly! There was a little sound of clack in my ear!


    The whole corridor is twisting and stretching at the speed visible to the naked eye. The snow-white wall peels off quickly, revealing the dirty walls of the green gray under it. The reinforcement penetrates the cement and stretches in a ferocious posture.


    "Zi La -" the light became dim and dim.


    The door frame of the classroom is also twisted and deformed. In the dark, the greedy mouth is opened, and the fuzzy shadows are gathering in the classroom.


    "Ah!" There was a scream from the crowd. A middle-aged man was staring at the wall beside him. His face was pale and his fingers trembled and pointed to the past: " You, you see... "


    I saw that the walls were covered with large and small, crooked and twisted words of blood, which had not dried up. The thick blood water flowed downward, and the cruel malice was revealed between the lines - "go to death.".


    Mo Yi feels cool behind his back.


    An indescribable feeling attacked him and made his hair stand on end, but this feeling did not come from the blood words in front of him, but from Behind it.


    He turned his head and took a look.


    A thick fog slowly spread from the end of the corridor, approaching in silence and silence. The edge of the fog peak was steep and distinct, and approached them with silent terror, like living creatures. This is where the chilling malice comes from.


    "The fog is nameless?" The previous prompt suddenly hit Mo Yi like lightning.


    He raised his voice and cried, "run


    As he spoke, he ran in the opposite direction of the fog.


    The others turned around and saw the fog.


    They subconsciously want to escape, but their heels seem to be on the ground, so they can''t move their steps. The fog at the end of their eyes is almost magical. They firmly hold their uncontrolled eyes


    But in a flash, the fog was already near.


    Standing at the end of the crowd, the man suddenly fell to the ground, fingernails deep into the cracks in the floor, a frightened face screamed: "help me!! Something''s grabbing my leg!! Help


    The thick and turbid fog continued to creep forward slowly, and the figure of the man seemed to be pulled for a moment, and then pulled into the fog - screams, struggling sounds, suddenly stopped.


    There was only a cold stillness, as if everything had been swallowed up by the silent fog.


    His scream finally brought back people''s minds -


    run!


    The inexplicable fear attacked everyone''s heart, making their hair stand erect and their backs chilly. No one doubted Mo Yi''s words any more. They all had one word left in their hearts: run!


    Run like hell!


    In the open corridor, the sound of pattering feet and the sound of panting are mixed and interwoven. In the open corridor, it is very clear, fast and flustered, while the slowly moving fog wall behind is advancing quietly and smoothly, swallowing everything, sound, light and shadow, and life.


    After ringing the bell, the whole corridor became strange and tortuous, with almost no end in sight. However, Xin Kui''s fog didn''t move very fast. With everyone''s full efforts, the fog soon disappeared.


    Mo Yi''s speed slowed down. He held his knees with both hands and gasped for breath. His face was flushed after exercise.


    The others also gasped and stopped, with a fluke in their eyes.


    A man came over and patted Mo Yi on the back to help him get along.


    Mo Yi looked up and recognized him: he had called himself in the corridor before - and he was also the first person to react.


    At this time, he is squinting his eyes and looking down at Mo Yi.


    At this time, a man ran over. He stood still, panting heavily. The panic still remained in his eyes. It was obvious that he had not recovered from the critical moment just now. He took a few deep breaths. Then he looked up at Mo Yi, half confused and half dumb. He asked:


    "you, how do you know that there is a problem with the fog?"


    Mo Yi adjusted his breath, reached for the wall and stood up. His voice was still a little unstable:


    "that hint The name fog should refer to "the fog of the unknown."


    Even though he was panting, he was still clear and loud. In this environment, he had an unexpected sense of terror. As his voice dropped, the air suddenly quieted down.


    All of us are at a loss.


    Mo Yi:


    He rubbed his temple and explained:


    "in the myth of ksulu, the revelation of graki refers to the fog of the unknown, which is the symbol of naog sohip, a mysterious God. It is said that no one can spy on the hidden terror... "Love Kraft''s myth system of kesulu is the inspiration source of many horror novels and the spiritual idol of many authors.


    But before he finished speaking, Mo Yi suddenly stopped and swallowed his long speech.


    He looked at the eyes of the people who were still at a loss. He was silent for a moment. Then he asked in a different way: "has anyone seen Stephen King''s the fog?"


    Jiang Yuanbai raised his hand hesitantly Is it just a movie? "


    Several others nodded.


    Mo Yi explained: "the fog in the fog is based on this creation. In short, don''t get close to it. You can''t touch it."


    The man nodded. There was no contempt in his eyes. Then he took a deep look at Mo Yi. He held out his hand and laughed: "Shen Lei."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Mo Yi. " He took the outstretched hand.


    Shen Lei frowned. He felt that the palm of the other party was surprisingly cold, and only bones were left. He held it as cold as jade.


    He patted Mo Yi on the back and staggered him: "young man, you just gasped, and your body is too poor. Even if you are in the office, you can''t be so lack of exercise. You can easily die in the game."


    Mo Yi: Cough, cough, cough


    Brother, please don''t pat me, or I''m afraid I will die in your hands before being killed by the ghost.


    Shen Lei releases Mo Yi with a smile, and then looks around roughly: everything around him has changed. The whole corridor looks like an abstract painting of Picasso. In addition to its fragmentation, there is still a strange thing to add. He frowned and thought for a while, then turned to the crowd and said:


    "this game can''t fail to give us the chance to escape, which will violate the rules. Although the fog is fatal, its moving speed is a defect. As long as we are fast enough, there should be a possibility of survival."


    A girl sobbed and asked, "well, where are we going next?"


    "Go upstairs." Shen Lei had already thought about it clearly, and his reply was crisp: "just now I looked at the composition of the whole teaching building. There are four floors in this building. The lower three floors are the floors from the first to the third. The fourth floor is for teachers. The faster we get to the top floor, the greater the chance of survival."


    Everyone looked at each other, then nodded and agreed to Shen Lei''s proposal.


    "The stairwell is at the end of the corridor. Let''s go." Shen Lei took a cigarette in his mouth and took the lead in walking in front of him. Other people also followed him.


    The more forward, the more dark the lights in the corridor, in a blur of darkness, around the silence is frightening, can only see the sky outside the window, that light blue countdown flashing glimmer.


    Walking in front of a few people are obviously prepared, have taken out flashlights from the backpack, so as to light the road in front of them.


    After a long time, Shen Lei finally stopped.


    "Here it is." With the light of the flashlight, Mo Yi saw that the scene was completely different from that before. The handrail of the stairs had broken, and the wall peeled off, revealing the blue walls and broken cement. Ash was falling down, and the stairs were even more uneven, like the debris after the earthquake.


    A smell of decay came out.


    Just as the crowd was about to walk up the stairs, they heard only a slight hum not far away, but the sweet voice of a child was creepy. It sang, "dear Come and play... "


    A black, round thing rolled down the stairs and hit Mo Yi''s leg.


    Mo Yi looked down.


    It was a fuzzy, fearful, pale face, wrapped in black hair, like a melting wax figure.


    This is the face of the missing woman.


    It was her head that rolled down the stairs.


    The strange voice of a child came closer. It laughed sweetly, sang, and then asked:


    "has anyone seen my ball?"


    "Has anyone seen my ball?"


    Every sound became clearer, closer and darker.


    Mo Yi looked at the head under his feet, took a deep breath, raised his feet and exerted his greatest strength to kick it flying.


    The skull rolled into the distant darkness.


    Children''s voice:.... "


    Shen Lei:


    All of them said, "well


    There was a strange silence in the air.


    Mo Yi: what are you doing? Run


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 Chapter 4

    The people just woke up like a dream and ran up.


    The steps in the corridor are twisted into a strange angle, which makes it easy to fall down even if there is sufficient lighting. What''s more, in the dark and panic, there is only a bone cracking sound that makes people sour, and a shrill scream comes from behind: "ah ah! My feet! help! Don''t leave me


    Mo Yi is about to turn back. However, she only hears a strange and fuzzy "cluck" sound coming from the stairwell. It sounds like a little girl''s gentle laughter. She smiles sweetly and contentedly, as if she has finally got her favorite toy.


    Then, the man''s voice was like a broken tape in an instant So, it disappeared.


    Those screams, cries for mercy, cries for help, all seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness, all disappeared without a trace.


    One by one, the crowd climbed up, with a heavy and fear that was hard to hide, in addition to the fluke and fear of escaping from death.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes to scan a circle and counted them silently in his heart.


    There were 11 people in the team. Now there are only 8 people left.


    And now it''s just one level away.


    Everyone''s face was covered with a shadow of death.


    Just then, the metal bell rang again. The monotonous and harsh sound rang through the corridor. As the bell stopped, the whole school seemed to be changing rapidly.


    It''s just a matter of blinking your eyes twice, and the scene is completely different.


    The long and empty corridor, the white clean wall, the silent classroom, the flashing white lights on the top of the head, and the rotten and cold breath that seems to have never changed, and the moist air like the rainy day.


    It was as if the scene of purgatory was just a fantasy in people''s minds.


    Mo Yi''s heart was tight, rushed to the window in the corridor, looking at the dark window without a trace of light.


    The number turned into: 4:05.


    Ten minutes have passed since the last ring!


    Shen Lei, on one side, also came over and looked at the sky along Mo Yi''s eyes. A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes: " 45 minutes, 10 minutes, school, these two kinds of time and space state is probably in accordance with the law of class and after class


    Mo Yi nodded.


    This change mode reminds him of the famous horror game: Silent Hill, class time is the world, and class time is the world inside. It''s just different from the randomness of the switch between the inside and outside world in the game. The switch here is obviously regular.


    In that case There are 45 minutes to go before the next switch.


    Suddenly, he frowned and seemed to smell some unusual smell. There was a strong smell of blood floating along the corridor, which was almost impossible to ignore.


    And there were whispers of complaints and whispers from the crowd around him Do you smell it "What''s the smell?"


    Some people bravely took a few steps forward and looked into a classroom along the direction of the smell. It didn''t matter. The man''s face turned white in an instant. "Dengdengdeng" stepped back a few steps, then his legs softened and he sat down on the ground.


    His trembling fingers pointed to the window, his mouth was wide open, but he couldn''t speak. He could only utter the "ha ha" sound of shock.


    A sense of foreboding struck. Mo Yi moved forward slowly with the crowd, and then took advantage of his height to look into the window of the classroom.


    The classroom is still clean and tidy. The stacked books and the unclean blackboard look as if the students had just left.


    The only difference is There are more figures in the classroom.


    In the second row near the door, there was a girl sitting upright, her back straight, her hands folded on the table, as if she were listening carefully.


    But there was no head on her slender neck.


    The fracture was neat and smooth, and the broken neck bone and trachea could be seen. A large amount of blood gushed out along the incision. The front of the garment and the table top had been dyed red with blood, which looked shocking.


    Near the first row of the window, a man was lying on the table, as if he was sleeping secretly in class, but his face, which was facing the door of the classroom, was twisted to be terrible. His eyes on his blue gray face suddenly burst out, and his teeth clenched as if he had seen something terrible.


    His leg stretched out to the desk, only to see his leg bloody, twisted into an unnatural arc, the white bone pierced the skin, blood along the feet on the ground slowly flowing.


    The whole classroom was so quiet that it was almost suffocating.


    Seeing such a scene, even if Shen Lei was experienced, he could not help turning blue. He swallowed his saliva, and then stepped forward and reached for the door of the classroom.


    As Shen Lei pushes the door, the smell of blood becomes more and more intense. Mo Yi only feels a surge of tumbling in his stomach. It takes a long time of psychological construction to suppress this disgusting feeling.


    A hand patted him on the back. Mo Yi turned his head and looked at him. Jiang Yuanbai was looking at him anxiously. Although his face was not as good as he was, he asked in a low voice, "are you ok?"Mo Yi gritted his teeth and nodded.


    Jiang Yuanbai took back his hand, and there was something serious between his eyebrows and eyes: "you are really too thin. Your bones have made my hand ache."


    Mo Yi: Isn''t your focus quite right?


    After Jiang Yuanbai''s interruption, Mo Yi''s mood calmed down a lot. Following the two relatively bold people in front of him, he walked into the classroom together. The others, if they didn''t dare to get close to the classroom, or they had already run to one side and vomited.


    At the moment, Shen Lei has roughly examined the corpse. He turns to look at the people who come into the classroom and says in a heavy voice, "they are both our people."


    One was the owner of the head, and the other was the man who fell on the stairs, and the man dragged into the fog was still missing.


    However, Mo Yi was not particularly surprised. If the fog is really "the fog of the unknown", if the man''s body really appears here, it would be unexpected.


    The energy-saving lamp above the head makes a "Zizi" sound.


    The iron smell of blood has become less disgusting after getting used to it. Mo Yi generally thinks that he takes two steps to the back of the classroom, but his eyes accidentally touch a corner of the wall. In an instant, his blood seems to solidify, and his sight can no longer be moved away.


    I saw a few big words on the white wall: "208 days away from the college entrance examination.".


    is as like as two peas in the classroom he woke up.


    Shen Lei said that the first floor to the third floor belonged to the third grade of high school, while the classroom Mo Yi left was the same as the classroom now. Although it was located on the first floor and the second floor, it was obviously the third grade classroom in senior high school!


    Mo Yi turned and searched the classroom eagerly.


    He strode to the top desk and opened one of the books.


    He was so cold that his heel almost stuck in place.


    I saw the title page with elegant and soft handwriting: "high three class 3, Zhao Qiulan."


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 Chapter 5

    Mo Yi clenched the page tightly. His thin knuckles turned white.


    There was a buzz in the ear, and there was chaos in the brain.


    Suddenly, a vague idea flashed in his mind. Mo Yimeng turned around and rushed to the door.


    No matter how many people were hit by the pipeline, he stumbled into the corridor. His eyes were so bright that he eagerly looked at the graduation photo on the wall - June 8, 1994.


    It''s OK.


    Mo Yi took a long breath. Great, the date on the photo is still different, which shows that they are not wandering around on the same floor, but really on the second floor.


    At this time, he heard someone calling his name behind him Mo Yi, Mo Yi


    Mo Yi turned his head at a loss and saw Shen Lei standing at the door of the classroom, frowning at him: "what''s the matter? Is it uncomfortable? That''s OK. You''ll get used to it later. "


    Before he could answer, Shen Lei waved his hand and said, "however, we have to leave now, regardless of these."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Go Mo Yi was stunned.


    "Yes." Shen Lei nodded and replied, "the fog should slowly spread up this layer, which means that we still have more than 40 minutes to escape. During this period, the higher the number of layers we escape, the greater the chance of survival."


    His voice lowered a little, and it sounded heavy After all, according to several games I''ve experienced in the past, as long as we live five hours, we''ll be cleared. "


    Something''s wrong.


    Mo Yi straightened up and looked around the people with different expressions around him, frowning.


    None of this is right.


    Climb to the top floor and survive five hours? Is the customs clearance rules of this game really so simple? If so, what''s the point of the prompt before the game starts?


    And this classroom, repeated over and over again, what do you want to tell me?


    "Mo Yi!" Shen Lei''s voice raised a little, stepped forward, was about to say something, but suddenly a choke, tone slightly mild down: "how do you look so bad?"


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, and then said what he saw and guessed in his heart. At the end, he added his own thought: "I think we missed too many clues downstairs, so we shouldn''t leave so rashly now."


    After hearing this, Shen Lei can''t help thinking. He looks up at the numbers on the wall and frowns silently. After a long time, he says with dignity:


    "what you said is reasonable, but this It''s too risky. You know, in my experience, following the rules of the game and struggling through the prescribed time, the survival rate is the highest. I have seen several people who want to find the truth. To be honest, the outcome is not very good. "


    Shen Leidun, voice with a little struggle and pain: "I see too much, I''m sorry, I can''t take my own life with you to risk, even so, you still decided to stay?"


    Mo Yi knew how dangerous it was. His fingers curled up against his lips, and his lips pressed tightly into a rigid straight line. His heart was burning with anxiety. On the one hand, he was warned by reason that it would be safer to follow everyone''s actions, and on the other hand, his intuition was shouting in his ears: stay.


    Finally, he looked up at Shen Lei and nodded slowly and firmly.


    Shen Lei seemed to see the insistence in his eyes, so he stopped persuading him. Instead, he reached out and took off the spare flashlight hanging on his waist and handed it to Mo Yi Take care. "


    He turned to leave. Several other people stopped to look at Mo Yi and followed Shen Lei to the stairwell.


    Mo Yi closed his eyes and calmed down. Then he went back to the classroom and went to the table where he was lying when he woke up.


    He stretched out his hand and opened the chair in front of his desk. He began to flip the schoolbag tucked in the desk, hoping to find some clues. At this time, a familiar voice sounded in his ear: "why do you turn this table? Is it special?"


    Mo Yi is stunned. He looks up and sees Jiang Yuanbai standing in front of the table with his arms in his arms. He looks at him in doubt.


    "Don''t you follow?"


    Jiang Yuanbai scratched his head and showed a half nervous, half soft smile. He replied, "I heard what you and Shen Lei said just now. I think what you said is quite reasonable, and..."


    He paused and said in a low voice with some embarrassment: "besides, we have formed a team? Of course I''m going to move with my teammates


    Mo Yi laughed and lowered his head again. Turning over the table, Mo Yi said: "if you look at it, only the books on this table in the whole classroom are spread out. And when I was downstairs, I found that the ink on the books was not dry."


    Mo Yi''s topic changes too quickly. Jiang Yuanbai is stunned for a moment and finds out that he is answering the question he just asked.


    With Mo Yi''s guidance, he looked up and looked around. Sure enough, although the books on the other tables were full, there were no caps on the open books. There was only the table in front of him.¡ª¡ªIt''s like someone sitting here writing before they enter the door!


    Jiang Yuanbai shivered all over and his face turned white.


    At this time, Mo Yi felt something. He put his hand into his schoolbag, and then tore it hard. Hearing the "prick" sound, the lining of half of the schoolbag was torn off. He took out a thin notebook, which was obviously sewn into the schoolbag. If you don''t fumble carefully, it can''t be found. No wonder those people who searched the classroom didn''t Find it.


    Mo Yi reached out and opened the yellow cover of the book. On the front page, there were still small characters written in beautiful handwriting: Zhao Qiulan.


    He turned back, and every page was blank, except for the last one, which was messy and twisted in huge dark red handwriting that occupied the whole page


    Mo Yi hesitated for a moment, but still grasped it in his hand. Turning to Jiang Yuanbai, who was rummaging on the table next to him, he said, "I''ll go to the corridor and have a look."


    Jiang Yuanbai was stunned: "ah? But the classroom is not finished. What if there is any clue left behind? "


    "I have a guess I want to confirm." Mo Yi held up the notebook and swayed at Jiang Yuanbai, answering as he walked.


    Jiang Yuanbai scratched his head and looked at him with a confused face. Seeing that Mo Yi was about to leave the classroom, he quickly put down his things and trotted along to the corridor with him.


    Everyone else has left. The whole corridor is quiet and can only hear the sound of breathing. The emptiness is frightening. The place without light at the end of the corridor is like a black hole, which makes people uneasy.


    Mo Yi kept walking towards the toilet. When he was approaching, he could not help but stop.


    Jiang Yuanbai also followed up at the moment, followed Mo Yi''s eyes and looked at the wall opposite the toilet: there was a group photo of the class hanging on it, just like downstairs. The only difference is that in this photo, everyone''s face is on the side, and the dark pupil seems to be looking at him directly!


    Then, I saw a strange smile at the same time, and then slowly raised their arms, pointing to the same side together


    "Ah -!!" Jiang Yuanbai''s back was covered with white sweat and screamed.


    Mo Yi trembled and looked at him in disgust: "what''s your ghost name? It scared me


    The implication is that Jiang Yuanbai is more terrible than the photo.


    "You You... " Jiang Yuanbai couldn''t speak clearly. He held out his hand to the strange photo and stuttered: "it It... "


    Mo Yi opened his notebook and showed the last page to Jiang Yuanbai: "you see."


    Although Jiang Yuanbai has not yet recovered from his fright, he still hasn''t held back his head and said go to hell? What''s the matter? " He was confused, racked his brains for a while, and finally looked up at Mo Yi. "Is there anything else I need to know besides infiltration?"


    Mo Yi: This man''s IQ is hopeless.


    Pointing to the wall with the picture on it, he said, "after the bell rang on the first floor, the same words appeared on the wall. So I think there should be some clues here. "


    Jiang Yuanbai suddenly realized.


    He peeked at the photo. The man in the picture had recovered and his face was bright and serene.


    Just now the strange picture reappears before Jiang Yuanbai''s eyes. He can''t help swallowing his saliva and asking in a hoarse voice: "that So the direction they''re pointing to is where we''re going next? "


    Mo Yi nodded.


    Jiang Yuanbai looks at the end of the corridor.


    There is no light there. I don''t know if there is no lamp or the lamp tube is broken. There is no light in the dark. Just looking at it makes people uneasy.


    "You say What will be there? " Jiang Yuanbai''s voice is even more hoarse, almost squeezed out of his voice.


    Mo Yi shook the flashlight in his hand: "go and have a look, don''t you know?"


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 Chapter 6

    The round light from the flashlight swayed in the corridor, making it ghostly in the thick darkness.


    Even the sound of footstep knocking in the empty corridor, even if the classroom on the side of the bright lights, but still can not prevent it from seeping from the bones of the malicious.


    Mo Yi kept pace and stepped into the area without lights. He was sweating with his flashlight, but he was unexpectedly calm.


    Behind the lamp came the sound of "Zizi".


    Mo Yi stopped suddenly.


    Walking behind him, Jiang Yuanbai almost bumped into his back, as if he were afraid of something to disturb him. He ventured to ask in a low voice: -- What''s the matter


    Mo Yi shook his flashlight and motioned him to come and have a look.


    Step by step, Jiang Yuanbai poked his head out of his back, followed the light of the flashlight and was stunned. The corridor as like as two peas in front of


    is almost flat, except for no lights, almost the same as the other side of the corridor.


    It''s not as high as you can imagine!


    He scratched his head in a daze, went forward and put his palm on the wall at the end of the corridor. The wet and cold feeling spread along his skin. Jiang Yuanbai was confused and whispered in a low voice: " It shouldn''t be. "


    Is there something wrong with them?


    Just at this time, Jiang Yuanbai was shocked by the sound of a broken glass behind him. Before he turned back, he only heard Mo Yi''s voice ringing in his ear: "get out of the way."


    Jiang Yuanbai unconsciously flashed aside.


    A gust of strong wind hit him. Mo Yi, holding a fire axe in his hand, smashed the wall with an indomitable posture. After hitting the Wall twice, the axe blade "clanged" deeply into the wall, and then pulled it down. The sound of earth rock cracking sounded.


    From the angle of Jiang Yuanbai standing, you can just see the metal reflection of the iron door behind the brick.


    "My God, how do you think..." He turned around in amazement and looked at Mo Yi, but the rest of the words stuck in his throat.


    Mo Yi was half dead supporting the wall, with an axe in one hand, bending over and gasping for breath, as if his actions had consumed all his physical strength.


    ¡­¡­ Poof.


    Jiang Yuan tried his best to stop laughing.


    He coughed a few times, reached out to take the axe in Mo Yi''s hand, and tried to suppress the smile in his voice: "cough, let me come next."


    Mo Yi stuck his waist and nodded weakly.


    Jiang Yuanbai took the axe and smashed it along the place where Mo Yi had just started. The bricks under his hands were not strong enough, as if they were newly built. After a while, he smashed them and said, "brother Mo, you really need to take good exercise."


    Mo Yi: You can smash your wall. "


    If he can go out this time, he must apply for an annual fitness card.


    Jiang Yuanbai''s progress was very fast, and in less than a few minutes he had broken a gap on the wall that could accommodate two people. He tried to reach out and push the door. With little resistance, the iron door opened quietly in the dark, revealing a dark entrance.


    Mo Yi also eased his strength at the moment. He turned on his flashlight and nodded at Jiang Yuan. They walked in together.


    The cold and humid breath came to his face, and Mo Yi coughed. It was as if the plum rain of several months had been concentrated in a room. The smell of the whole corridor seemed to be emanating from here.


    Some flashlights.


    Mo Yi''s eyes are wandering in the room, which makes him surprised.


    In a small room, there are several shelves full of dust, on which the old yellowish pages pile up into mountains, and the smell of rotten paper emanates from them, making people almost unable to breathe.


    It looks like an abandoned archive.


    Why is it sealed? And it''s the extreme way to build it into a wall?


    Mo Yi carefully went deep for a few steps, the shoes raised a long accumulation of dust. He turned to Jiang Yuanbai and said, "let''s move separately. Go there and look for any useful information. Speed must be fast. We don''t have much time. "


    Obviously, Jiang Yuanbai also thought about the 45 minute time limit. He nodded solemnly, took out the flashlight from his bag and walked to the other end of the archives.


    Mo Yi goes in the opposite direction. As I walked, I searched through the files on the shelf.


    Perhaps because of the humidity, most of the paper files here are rotten and stuck together, and only some fuzzy handwriting can be barely distinguished. Mo Yi is in a dilemma and looks at the material in front of him at a loss.


    He frowned in embarrassment and looked up to one side. At this moment, Mo Yi''s eyes fell on one side of the shelf and stopped.


    On the side of the shelf was a small piece of iron. Although it was rusty, the handwriting on it was still recognizable. Mo Yi looked at it carefully and found that it read: 1993.An idea hit him.


    Mo Yi''s heart is a little hairy, but also a little excited, the violent heartbeat beat his eardrum in the silence.


    He walked out of the gap between the shelves and walked quickly, looking at the small iron plates nailed in front of each shelf: from ''89 to'' 90 Until, in ''95.


    Well, the archives should be closed after 95 years.


    Mo Yi recalled the graduation photo he saw on the first floor. The date on it was exactly 95 years old.


    Since the classrooms on each floor are the same, can we think that The whole school was stopped at the same time: the graduates in 1995 left, and the second group of students happened to enter senior three in this year!


    Mo Yi held his breath.


    In 1995, he was promoted to the third year of senior high school It happens to be 93! He finally figured out another sentence in the prompt before the game started! 93, swallow has no foot. If he guessed right, 933 refers to class 3 of the 93rd class!


    The classroom where the body appeared happened to be class 3.


    Blood surged into his heart, and Mo Yi rushed to the document shelf with the words "93 years".


    Sure enough, at the bottom of the shelf, under the countless rotten pages, there was a folder in perfect condition.


    As if not affected by the years and moisture, the page is white, brand new as before.


    All of a sudden, a shrill scream rang out.


    It''s coming from the corridor!


    Mo Yi didn''t hesitate. He grabbed the folder in a hurry, put it under his arm and ran out.


    After walking to the archives room, the shrill voice has disappeared, and the school is very quiet. Mo Yi looked out of the window at 3:32.


    There are 12 minutes left to ring.


    Jiang Yuanbai also ran out behind him, his face panicked: "what''s the matter? What happened? "


    Before Mo Yi could answer, he raised his head and sniffed. He frowned and muttered to him Do you think the smell of blood is much worse? "


    Mo Yi is stunned: Yes, the smell of blood in the air has become much heavier, but he is too concerned about time, and he didn''t find it for a moment.


    His eyes a Lin, quickly walked to the classroom door of class 3, looked inside.


    Sure enough, there was one more body.


    He sat right in front of the platform, staring at Mo Yi with pale eyes. For some reason, he looked very short. Mo Yi looked under the table, and he could not help but take a breath:


    his waist has disappeared.


    Half of his intestines flowed down the chair leg, and the pool of blood expanded rapidly. His hand was still under his waist, holding it half empty, as if he wanted to stop his body from breaking.


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 Chapter 7

    Mo Yi recognized his face.


    ¡­¡­ The man''s mood collapsed before the game began.


    His facial features were now displaced by fear and pain, and then frozen forever by death, pale and twisted like a half melted wax figure. His dark eyes were staring at the distance in horror, as if they were two gray glass beads.


    Mo Yi stepped back and tried to hold back his stomach. He lowered his voice and said to Jiang Yuanbai, "let''s go. We should go upstairs."


    Jiang Yuanbai is also a vegetable, a face can not bear to nod, and then together with Mo Yi toward the stairwell trot past.


    The dark stairway was close at hand. It was dark inside, and only a faint ceiling lamp was flickering hard. It could hardly play the role of lighting, but it was even more strange.


    The smell of blood became more serious. Mo Yi turned on his flashlight and looked at the past. The bright red blood was slowly flowing down the stairs, trickling into a pool of blood, and it was gradually expanding.


    Jiang Yuanbai was preparing to go up the stairs, but his arm was tightly clasped. He turned his head in surprise and saw Mo Yi''s face pale and bright. He was staring at the bloodstain in front of him. He whispered in a quick voice:


    "it''s not right. Don''t go there."


    Jiang Yuanbai had already learned the accurate and terrible insight of the man in front of him. Now when he said this, he couldn''t help but get hairy and dare not take half a step forward.


    Mo Yi''s hands clenched more tightly, and his breathing was disordered: "Shen Lei and they separated from us nearly half an hour ago. It should have been on the third floor for a long time, but after someone died, the bloodstain flowed from the stairwell."


    The answer is coming out: Shen Lei and they were trapped in this stairwell for nearly half an hour!


    Jiang Yuanbai felt chilly all over his body. He could not help but step back. In his eyes, the stairwell in front of him seemed to be a huge mouth that could swallow the light. Just being close to him made him uncomfortable.


    Mo Yi let go of his hand, curled up his finger against his lips, and murmured to himself:


    "someone on the first floor met a ghost in the toilet, which should be more dangerous as it went up. However, there was no supernatural event on the second floor that would hurt people except for the corpse It''s impossible. It can''t be so easy to get people to the upper level. "


    After that, he raised his head, frowned and looked around him with sharp eyes. Suddenly, Mo Yi was stunned and turned to look at Jiang Yuanbai. He asked endlessly, "there should be five classes in each floor, right?"


    Jiang Yuanbai nodded at a loss.


    "I remember that the stairwell on the first floor is between Class 3 and class 4. We have just passed class 3. That means On the other side, there should be classes 4 and 5. "


    Jiang Yuanbai a Leng, looked up to the front, only to see the staircase forward, a total of 1 2¡­ 3¡­¡­ Three classes.


    When he was cold, he turned his head and looked behind him. The door plate on the classroom behind him turned into a conspicuous "four".


    Jiang Yuanbai swallowed in a trembling voice, but his throat was as dry as a fire. The simple rolling of the larynx made him feel sore.


    At this time, Mo Yimeng turned back, his eyes fixed on Jiang Yuanbai, and asked without end: "axe! Did you bring the ax? "


    Jiang Yuanbai was shocked by him and nodded.


    He doesn''t have any advantages in solving puzzles, but he likes to keep fit, and his strength is not small. He saw the fire axe lying on the ground in the process of running just now. Thinking that it might be useful, he picked it up and took it with him.


    Mo Yi''s eyes brightened and whispered a few words near Jiang Yuanbai''s ear.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Are you sure? " Jiang Yuanbai looks at a loss.


    Mo Yi nodded.


    "All right." Although Jiang Yuanbai didn''t know what he meant, he shrugged his shoulders, raised his hand and raised his axe, and then he slashed the picture on the wall opposite the stairs!


    The sharp blade of the axe made a sound of breaking, and "stabbing" hit the yellow group photo! A shrill, miserable cry was heard, which almost broke the eardrum. The whole wall was shaking violently, and the photo was twisting and protruding, as if something was about to break through the frame and escape.


    Jiang Yuanbai clenched his teeth, his gums were bleeding, and his mouth also tasted the smell of rust. He clenched the handle of the axe and slowly exerted his strength. The blade of the axe became deeper and deeper. The dark red and smelly blood slid down the place where the axe was split, leaving dirty marks on the white wall.


    "stab"


    the photo was completely cut open, and the split frame clanged down On the ground, the screams disappeared and calm returned to the corridor.


    Jiang Yuanbai gasped, gasping and saying, "lie How do you know... "


    Mo Yi was also upset. His head was buzzing. It took a lot of effort to figure out what Jiang Yuanbai asked. His voice was a little hoarse, and it took him a long time to find his own voice A guess. "


    "I guess I''m right. There''s only one supernatural event on each floor. The little girl holding a ball on the first floor and this one on the second floor." He pointed to the photo lying on the ground, which had been covered by the stinking blood, and could not see the specific content. "Then the supernatural event of this floor has been told from the beginning."The photo that shows the way.


    Jiang Yuanbai suddenly realized.


    Mo Yi looked up at his surroundings. The corridor in front of him had been restored to its original state. In front of the stairwell, there were two classrooms. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "besides, the opposite is in the picture. The transfer of the corridor also confirmed this conjecture


    Jiang Yuanbai: Brother Mo, is this the first time you''ve come here? "


    Isn''t this too damn scary?


    Mo Yi was about to say something, but Yu Guang glanced out of the window. He immediately straightened up and said, "go, we don''t have much time."


    Jiang Yuanbai was stunned and looked out of the window. He saw that the blue number had become 3:21.


    One more minute!


    Two people no longer say anything more, striding against the clock to run into the stairwell.


    This time, the stairs are extra long. The surface of the steps is sticky and the touch is disgusting. But now also ignore these, two people use the fastest speed to rush forward.


    Finally! The third floor!


    Before they stepped up, they just heard the familiar metal bell ring. It was monotonous and harsh, but it was as frightening as a talisman.


    The whole building began to deform and elongate at a speed visible to the naked eye. The third floor, which was just near at hand, became far away, and the ground under his feet became soft and sticky.


    As he ran, Mo Yi looked behind him with his light. He saw a bloody mouth sticking out of the photo frame hanging at the end of the stairs. His sharp white teeth chewed on his legs, which was probably the lower body of the body in the classroom.


    It opened and closed several times and swallowed the flesh and blood in his mouth, and then stretched his neck to reach Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanbai.


    "Jump!" Mo Yi shrieked.


    The two men used all their strength to rush to the end of the stairs, and then they rolled in dismay and ran into the corridor on the third floor.


    The mouth continued to move forward, but at the end of the stairs it seemed to touch an invisible barrier, and then slowly retracted back.


    Mo Yi felt black in front of him and his head was dizzy. At the moment of life and death crisis, he almost consumed all the energy in his body. He sat up with shaking hands and propped up the wall. His blood pounded on his tympanic membrane, and his back was wet with sweat, which was very uncomfortable.


    It''s decided that he will be a lifelong member of the gym when he goes back.


    As he thought about it, he gasped against the wall. At the moment, he suddenly relaxed and let Mo Yi''s joints scream with pain. He knocked the back of his head against the cold wall and gave a long sigh of relief.


    The twisted corridor was silent and dark, and the pale wall looked like dead skin in the weak light, emitting a rotten breath of death.


    The corridor was quiet and frightening, and only the rapid breathing of the two could be heard.


    They sat in the dark for a while. Suddenly, Jiang Yuanbai seemed to think of something. He turned his head and looked at Mo Yi. He gasped and hesitated:


    "that I said, brother Mo, what do you do outside? "


    In the end, what kind of career can cultivate people like Mo Yi?


    With the deepening of the two people''s contact, Jiang Yuanbai''s surprise and doubt are more and more strong.


    That amazing reasoning ability, extremely accurate judgment, and extraordinary calm - except for the weak physical strength, it is simply formidable and frightening.


    -- and this is the first time that he has entered the game!


    At last, Jiang Yuanbai could not help asking.


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes moved slightly. Darkness covered most of his face and covered his expression. Jiang Yuanbai heard him say:


    "idle at home, unemployed vagrant."


    Jiang Yuanbai: I believe you are the devil!


    At this time, Mo Yi on one side suddenly straightened up!


    Jiang Yuanbai, who was still struggling, was shocked by his behavior and asked in a hurry:


    "what''s the matter?"


    Mo Yi did not answer, but gazed solemnly at the ground in front of him:


    the notebook he found from the classroom on the second floor and the document found in the document room were scattered on the ground because of his disorderly action.


    The notebook is open, face up.


    With the faint light, Mo Yi can see that the page, which was still blank before, is now showing fine handwriting.


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 Chapter 8

    Mo Yi then got up and reached out to pick up the scattered notebook. Even if he tried to restrain himself, his fingers still trembled slightly.


    The notebook is so thin that it doesn''t weigh much in your hand. It doesn''t look like a new page after a few years of reading, but it doesn''t look like a new one after years of reading.


    Mo Yi waved away his thoughts and began to read from the beginning.


    On the first page, the familiar and elegant handwriting worker wrote in full:


    "on X, x, 1993, my parents loved me very much, my teachers and classmates cared about me very much. It''s going to be a great day. "


    After turning back two pages, Mo Yi''s eyes are confused.


    On every page, except for the date, the content of each article is exactly the same, even the punctuation has not changed.


    He jumped back a few pages, and his flipping fingers suddenly stopped.


    The content on the notebook was originally carried out every day according to the date, but it was suddenly cut off for seven days. In the following article, the content suddenly changed: "on December 28, 1993, my mother loved me very much, my teachers and classmates were very concerned about me. Today will be a beautiful day."


    ¡­¡­ What about dad?


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and continued to turn back.


    After that, the number of pages was torn and smeared. Due to the time being too long, it was impossible to distinguish what had been written before. By the time we could see clearly, the date was already in 1994:


    "on January 7, 1994, teachers and students were very concerned about me, and today will be a beautiful day."


    Mom also be missing.


    Mo Yi was stunned. Suddenly, a scene crossed his mind: the blood color spreading in the female toilet, the third compartment without blood, the blank round vacancy in the blood pool, and the pale head rolling down under his feet.


    He was shocked, and an idea flashed through his mind like lightning. The clues before him seemed to bite together like cogs at the moment, and the cold sweat slid down his back.


    "I seem to know..." Mo Yi said to himself.


    Jiang Yuanbai, on one side, looked at Mo Yi''s notebook in a fog and asked, "ah? What do you know? "


    "Remember the ladies'' room on the first floor?" Mo Yi asked him without end.


    "Of course." Jiang Yuanbai shivered. The blood all over the floor and the scratch behind the toilet door could make him have a nightmare for several months at least.


    "In the third toilet without blood, I asked the little girl who was playing ball, the ghost who stayed on the ceiling..." Mo Yi''s speech speed is faster and faster: "does it sound familiar?"


    Jiang Yuanbai was pale and hesitated to nod.


    "I didn''t think of it at the beginning because there were too many versions of the story, and these phenomena in the toilet just didn''t happen to be the version known to the public..."


    In the thought, Mo Yi murmured.


    "- but all versions have something in common, such as the little girl in the third cubicle and the inability to look at the mirror and ceiling after going to the toilet."


    Jiang Yuanbai was stunned and interrupted Mo Yi: "wait a minute, what version is not version, what are you talking about?"


    Mo Yi woke up like a dream, looked up at Jiang Yuanbai and said in a concise and comprehensive way:


    "flowers in the toilet.


    One version is about the mother who murdered her cheating husband, goes crazy, and then kills her daughter in the third compartment of the school toilet and then kills herself. So later it was said that huazi was trapped in the third compartment forever, if you knock on the door and ask, "is huazi coming to play?" She will show up. And, in the toilet where huazi appears, the most taboo is looking at the mirror and looking up at the ceiling


    Jiang Yuanbai''s blood fingerprints on the ceiling of the toilet on the first floor flashed in the brain of Jiang Yuanbai. He could not help shaking and felt goose bumps all over his body.


    Then Mo Yi held up his notebook and pointed out the handwriting on it to Jiang Yuanbai.


    "The father disappeared first, then the mother disappeared."


    "Then, look here." Mo Yi points to the lower left corner of the notebook page with a slender finger, and sees a small ball drawn in bright red.


    In the silence, the little girl''s strange giggle seemed to ring in her ear: "did anyone see my ball?"


    "So So... " Jiang Yuanbai stammered: "in that toilet Is it


    "No Unexpectedly, Mo Yi shook his head. "That little girl should not be Zhao Qiulan. After all, this note has a follow-up, indicating that she certainly did not die in the toilet."


    Jiang Yuanbai was even more confused That? "


    "I guess that should be the content of Zhao Qiulan''s resentment, and the flower in the toilet just has something in common with her experience, so it will appear in this image." Mo Yi picks up his finger and taps on the notebook. His eyes are dark."Today is going to be a wonderful day..."


    Jiang Yuanbai was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of something, said: "this seems to be a psychological therapy, every day tell yourself today is very beautiful, so your day will be better."


    Mo Yi gave a short smile, but there was no smile in his voice: "so, every sentence here is opposite. Her parents don''t love her, and her teachers and classmates don''t care about her."


    Jiang Yuanbai nodded slowly, and the atmosphere was heavy for a moment.


    Suddenly, without warning, the female voice that appeared at the beginning broke the silence and said in a cold and mechanical tone:


    "dangdangdang! Congratulations to No.08 player Mo Yi and No.05 player Jiang Yuanbai to unlock the hidden plot of this escape game!


    Branch task open, complete branch task will reward rich points, please continue to work hard


    Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanbai are stunned at the same time. They look at each other and run to the window together.


    Br: >, there is no trace of light in the sky??? Reward for task completion:


    "Sleeping trough, is there any reward for this game?" Jiang Yuanbai looks WTF, his eyes are fixed on the window.


    Wait


    Mo yiminrui caught the key point and turned his head in shock and looked at Jiang Yuanbai: "what? It means that there is no reward for this escape game? "


    Jiang Yuanbai nodded painfully.


    "The last time I entered this game, after I escaped from the game, this junk game left me a broken note, which said: congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and wish you a happy life."


    Jiang Yuanbai''s last sentence was uttered with his voice clenched, with a polite smirk on his face.


    Then, he put on the expression of bitterness and hatred again, and went on to say: -- And behind that note is the countdown to the next game. "


    Mo Yi: What a hole in the trough?


    Is this the so-called reward for winning the game is to play the next game?


    He is also an otaku. He usually likes to read online novels. He has also read a lot of online articles like "infinite fear of X" However, there is no game or system, will pit Dad: there is no reward for customs clearance, points actually need to find hidden plot to obtain!


    This game also too does not follow the routine to come, Hello?!


    Mo Yi is a little speechless for a moment and takes his eyes back from the window.


    At this time, his eyes accidentally fell on the stairwell, suddenly his face changed, and he called out in a hurry: "bad! Run


    After saying that, Jiang Yuanbai also followed his eyes to look at the past, his face also changed pale.


    I saw that thick, almost condensed solid fog, was slowly climbing up the stairs, quietly close, close, like a latent beast, quietly exposed fierce fangs, quiet and lethal.


    The two men tried their best to run down the corridor in the opposite direction to the stairwell. After Xinkui rang the bell, the corridor became extremely long, which gave them a chance to escape the pursuit of the dense fog.


    Mo Yi held the wall and gasped. His face was very solemn.


    The thick fog only appeared ten minutes after class.


    They ran to the second floor within ten minutes of the first break, when the fog was still on the first floor.


    And in the second 10 minutes between classes, the fog has engulfed the entire second floor, and even began to erode to the third floor!


    This shows that The fog is moving faster.


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 Chapter 9

    But There seems to be something wrong.


    Mo Yi frowned, keenly aware of a sense of disobedience.


    The speed of the fog changes too fast! If you look at this speed, it will occupy the whole building in the next recess.


    The whole process took less than three hours, but they required five hours to survive!


    It''s a dead end that can''t survive.


    A shivering chill climbed up Mo Yi''s back. He couldn''t help looking out of the corridor window.


    The window frame twisted by steel bars is out of the boundless darkness outside. In the dark, the hanging countdown flashes a faint blue light, and the seconds quietly elapse. However, in Mo Yi''s eyes, he looks down upon them with cold malice from the air, as if he were a life-threatening God of death.


    One side of Jiang Yuanbai found something wrong with him and asked, "what''s the matter? Why do you look so bad? "


    Mo Yi was pulled back from his thoughts by his voice. He was stunned for a second. Then he seemed to think of something. A little light of hope was kindled in his gray eyes just now.


    By the way! Jiang Yuanbai, Shen Lei, they all survived the previous escape game! Since they are able to survive, that means that the game will definitely leave them a family!


    But Now, whether they stay or go down, as long as the bell rings and the fog begins to spread, they will have only one way to die.


    The fourth floor of the teacher''s office?


    Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuanbai. On his pale face, his eyes were very bright:


    "we must go upstairs as soon as possible."


    Just then, the bell rang. With the sound of the bell, the whole corridor was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally returned to its original state.


    "And, in these 45 minutes, we have to think of a way to go upstairs." Mo Yi added.


    At the same time, Jiang Yuanbai also eased his strength. He realized that the speed of the fog made it almost impossible for them to survive. The blood color on his face faded clean in an instant.


    He grasped Mo Yi''s arm eagerly, and his voice trembled and said, "what are we waiting for? We''re going to..."


    Mo Yi looks at the mentally retarded general eyes as if to pour a head of cold water on him, make him swallow the words behind the throat, and then chat to let go of Mo Yi.


    "Ghosts on every floor are preventing us from going up. Now going to the stairwell is killing us."


    Jiang Yuanbai also calmed down at the moment. He scratched his head with embarrassment and asked modestly, "what are we going to do next?"


    "Look for clues." Mo Yi Yang raised the notebook and document in his hand, and chuckled: "since the ghosts on each floor are related to Zhao Qiulan''s resentment, as long as we know what her complaint is, we can know how the ghosts kill people."


    Only in this way can we be prepared when we go upstairs.


    Jiang Yuanbai''s face was heavy and nodded slowly.


    According to the experience of the previous two floors, if you don''t go upstairs, you can be safe as long as you don''t die and disturb the location of the ghosts, such as Li yunya who goes to the toilet, and Shen Lei, who takes the initiative to step into the illusion of photos. On the third floor, which is completely unfamiliar, every step is likely to be struck by thunder.


    But the classroom of class 3 is a special existence: since it will appear on every floor, if there is any other existence here, I''m afraid it will kill him in the first floor.


    What''s more, there may be some new clues.


    After making up his mind, Mo Yi pushed open the door of the classroom, sat down on the ground in the back of the classroom, reopened the notebook, and then began to read where he had left off last time.


    The remaining content is very little. The blank space between the date and the date is getting longer and longer. The number of incomplete and painted pages behind is also increasing. The handwriting is becoming more and more scribbled and more and more confused. The only thing that remains unchanged is that "today will be a beautiful day".


    One of them attracted Mo Yi''s attention: "September 1, 1994. I''m popular with my classmates. They... " Then there is a large piece of blackened handwriting, and the final conclusion is four crooked small characters: "it will be today.". And then it stopped.


    This sentence is not finished Why?


    Mo Yi is a little confused. He simply hands the notebook to Jiang Yuanbai, and changes the file folder he is reading in his hand.


    The clip is very thin, and obviously is Zhao Qiulan''s personal file.


    Mo Yi looked at the photo above the file for several seconds.


    It was a small and thin girl, dressed in a big and old dirty shirt, looked lonely and timid, was showing a timid smile at the camera.


    Mo Yi takes a deep breath, abandons the emotion in his heart and continues to look down.


    The information given above is still pitiful.


    It''s just the cold numbers about her admission time, her test scores and so on.Mo Yi turned a page, and the leave time on the top attracted his attention:


    on December 21, 1993, he asked for leave for seven days. The reason for his leave was funeral. Re: leave.


    Seven days later, it was the 28th, the day when my father''s name was missing from the notebook.


    Mo Yi continued to look at it.


    On January 7, 1994, there was a new leave slip. This time, the leave was granted for a longer period of time, which lasted for more than half a month. The reasons for asking for leave were panic, funeral and record.


    Combined with the story of huazi, a clear clue is put together. The mother killed the father, and then went to the daughter''s school to commit suicide. The innocent child lost his parents in a few days, and was also branded as the murderer''s daughter.


    Mo Yi turned to the next page, and was immediately startled by the dense scarlet letter on it. There were all the major and minor demerits recorded, such as fighting, stealing, cheating, and so on.


    After losing her parents, did the little girl become a bad girl? But the next second, Mo Yi gave up the idea.


    Because after each punishment, there will always be several same names.


    They are involved in fighting, or reporting and exposing. Among the more than 20 punishments, the names of these people are surprisingly high.


    At the bottom of this page, there is an increased and bold punishment: on September 1, 1994, the first level punishment, the withdrawal warning, the reason: the dissemination of obscene / obscene goods.


    September 1st, the most unusual date in the notebook, the date that even "today is going to be a wonderful day" has not been written completely.


    Mo Yi''s eyes cooled down, reached for a yellowed photo in the file: the thin girl''s clothes were scattered, sobbing and curling up, the broken shirt couldn''t block the green body just developing below, the traces of beating were printed on her skin, several hands extended from the camera, firmly clasped her limbs, and did not let her resist.


    Mo Yi''s eyes deepened, and his face looked cold under the light.


    He now knows why, on the second floor, photos become the ghosts that dominate their lives and deaths.


    Mo Yi held out his hand and was about to turn to the next page. But Jiang Yuanbai, who was beside him, exclaimed: "Hey! You see what I found. "


    Mo Yi looked up and saw his face excitedly picked up a piece of paper that had fallen from his side and said, "I shook my notebook just now, but this one came out of it!"


    Jiang Yuanbai looked at the paper. His excited expression just now became a little lost. He said with a puzzled face: "what It made me happy. " After saying that, he said with a smile: "however, it turns out that little girls in any era will like this kind of thing."


    Mo Yi''s heart jumped, and looked at the crumpled paper.


    It is actually a magazine cover. After being cut off neatly, it is carefully folded. The pattern on it is extremely simple and rough, and the color is dazzling. However, the row of titles in the lower left corner firmly attracts Mo Yi''s attention:


    "funny story: seven incredible things."


    When he saw the small words below, his thoughts flashed through his mind like a thunderbolt version!


    All the clues are clenched in the mind.


    Mo Yi''s breath is a little short and his eyes are so bright that he seems to hear his own blood surging against his blood vessels and beating his eardrum rhythmically.


    He was a little excited for a long time.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and held out his finger to show Jiang Yuanbai.


    Jiang Yuanbai looked at it intently and saw the small words under the title:


    "moving photos, the thirteenth staircase, the sound of playing ball in the unmanned Gymnasium The mirror at night, and the flowers in the toilet. What are the seven wonders? "


    Jiang Yuanbai suddenly realized: "so That 712 is actually the order of the seven? "


    Mo Yike controlled his breath and nodded, his voice was a little unsteady:


    "it should be."


    Jiang Yuanbai''s voice was excited: "then we will know what is in the third floor! The second one is incredible! The thirteenth staircase! "


    It is said that if you count the steps of the stairs at night, you will fall into different dimensions when you count the number of stairs at night.


    I don''t know why, but he always feels strange.


    It was as if there was a sense of discord.


    Mo Yi looks out of the window.


    They don''t have much time. The bell will ring again in 15 minutes. Before that time, they have not reached the fourth floor, so there is only one way to die.


    Although he shook his head in his mind, he could not but shake his head and look at it. He could not but shake his head


    When he got to the stairwell, Jiang Yuanbai suddenly stopped."If you don''t know it''s OK, you won''t count the steps, but now you have to tell yourself not to count the steps You can''t help counting! " He''s kind of broken down.


    Mo Yi thought for a moment, "how about singing two tigers?"


    ¡°¡­¡­¡± Jiang Yuanbai couldn''t believe: "are you serious?"


    Mo Yi nodded sincerely: "yes, it can distract attention." After that, he began to climb stairs while singing two tigers loudly. Jiang Yuanbai stood in the same place with a blank face and looked at his back.


    Just listen to Mo Yi''s voice from the beginning: "you see, I''m coming up."


    ¡­¡­


    Should we tell Mo Yi that his two tigers are out of tune?


    Jiang Yuanbai pondered for a second.


    Then he decided to hide the secret in his mind.


    In the end, he still believed Mo Yi''s out of tune theory. He sang about two tigers and climbed while singing. As expected, he reached the fourth floor safely.


    However, although safe, but not smooth.


    Jiang Yuanbai squatted down and took a big breath, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.


    Sure enough, the ghosts don''t want them upstairs.


    In the process of climbing the stairs just now, he heard someone whispering in his ear and counting slowly, as if to tempt him to count. Xin Kui''s brain was occupied by the brainwashing tune of two tigers, otherwise he would have been caught.


    Jiang Yuanbai is happy in his heart and looks up to thank Mo Yi.


    I stare at the man in front of me, but I''m surprised to see that the pupil is too tight.


    Jiang Yuanbai followed his line of sight and was stunned.


    The stairwell was blocked by a solid wall. A trace of gap is not exposed, the pressure of the people a few want to suffocate.


    Jiang Yuanbai was flustered and raised the fire axe to chop it. However, the sharp blade of the axe slipped on the wall, leaving no trace.


    The atmosphere of despair came slowly.


    There is no fourth floor.


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 Chapter 10

    Jiang Yuanbai was a little broken down. With his red eyes, he swung his fire axe again and again, and smashed it at the seemingly impregnable wall: " Impossible, impossible! "


    No one can afford to see hope crumble before their eyes.


    Mo Yi breathed deeply for several times, and finally suppressed his heart and blood. He reached out and shook Jiang Yuanbai''s shoulder, trying to make his voice sound calm and rational: "don''t chop it."


    The axe clanged down from Jiang Yuanbai''s powerless palm, and the mouth of the tiger was bleeding with force. He reached out to cover his face in despair, and his voice choked with sobs No way. "


    All of a sudden, an impulse from nowhere stung Mo Yi''s heart. He stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and forced him to look directly into his eyes:


    "you can''t change anything like this. If we stay here, once the bell rings and the fog comes up, we will all die. "


    Jiang Yuanbai is stunned by the look in Mo Yi''s eyes.


    He was stunned for a while, and his eyes slowly changed. Jiang Yuanbai stopped his sobbing and stood up slowly. He reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. His voice also returned to calm What are we going to do next


    "Downstairs." Mo Yi put down his hand and recovered his previous indifference, but his white fingertips revealed that he was not calm at the moment: "we must have missed some important clues."


    "But..." Jiang Yuanbai was eager to speak but stopped.


    But it''s less than 15 minutes before the next ring What if we could find something important? No, or die?


    "So what?" Mo Yi seemed to know what he was going to say, and his cold and bright eyes seemed to penetrate his soul. Then, to Jiang Yuanbai''s surprise, the corners of his mouth rose slightly and a smile was raised: "would you rather wait for death or die on the road of exploration?"


    With his words, courage also instantly poured into Jiang Yuanbai''s heart. He nodded and laughed: "of course, it''s the second kind."


    With that, he picked up the fire axe he had thrown on the ground and went to the stairs. Mo Yi followed him and was preparing to go downstairs, but he only heard the mechanical counting voice from his front: "one, two..."


    Mo Yi is stunned. He suddenly reacts. He reaches out and pulls Jiang Yuanbai. Jiang Yuanbai holds his figure and looks at him blankly: "what''s the matter?"


    Mo Yi looks pale and dignified You''re counting. "


    Jiang Yuanbai''s face changed greatly, and his cold sweat covered his whole spine in an instant: "impossible, I have no impression at all! And I''m still humming! It can''t affect me! "


    At this time, Mo Yi seemed to think of something, and his face became ugly: "the original version of the City Legend of the thirteen stairs seemed to say that if there were students counting when they went downstairs, they would be pulled into another world."


    can''t help but count the numbers even if they are upstairs when they go upstairs, let alone downstairs like simultaneous interpreting.


    Just now, Jiang Yuanbai couldn''t control his counting just now, which is enough to make people realize how powerful the stair is.


    The situation was at a standstill for a moment.


    Jiang Yuanbai stepped back in fear. His hand was on the cold railing. The cold feeling spread from his palm to the bone marrow, which made him shiver.


    An idea flashed through his mind.


    "Yes Jiang Yuanbai yelled, jumped up, and startled Mo Yi: "since we can''t take the stairs, as long as we can''t help counting, then we can''t take the stairs!"


    As soon as Mo Yi''s eyes lit up, he also cast his eyes on the railing.


    That''s right! No, let''s take the stairs!


    I couldn''t help going upstairs just now. Now they can slide down the railing! I don''t know if it''s feasible, but it''s the only way.


    They looked at each other, then sat down on one side of the railing and went down the stairs.


    The staircase seemed to realize that someone wanted to take advantage of its rules and began to vibrate violently. The stairs turned up one by one. Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanbai could not help shaking along with the stairs, and almost were thrown down.


    The shape of the palm stretched out from the melting stairs and pulled their legs. They were already on the verge of falling. At the moment, it was even more difficult to stabilize their body shape. Seeing that the ground below was already close in front of him, Mo Yi raised his voice: "now! Jump


    They leapt up and, once again, fell down in the corridor on the third floor.


    Mo Yi felt that all his bones were about to fall apart, so he got up in pain, put his hand on the windowsill, and looked out of the window with his eyes:


    there are six minutes left.


    Regardless of the body pain, he stood up and ran to the classroom of class three. There were only three words in his mind: look for clues!


    What did they miss before!As soon as Mo Yi opened the door, there was a strong and disgusting smell of salty smell on his face. When he looked closely, he saw four more corpses in different shapes in the classroom. Their faces were pale and frightened, and their bodies were full of torn marks, and they were lying on the desk bloody.


    Mo Yi propped up the door frame with his palm and looked at the scene in front of him. He was a bit stunned for a moment.


    No


    These people clearly followed Shen Lei into the second floor fantasy, but now they appear in the classroom, indicating that they have just died.


    When he first went to the third floor, Mo Yi thought that they should all have died, because the fog had already spread to the third floor. Even if they did not die in the illusion, they would be swallowed up by the fog.


    So when he saw that there were no bodies in the classroom, he was not surprised - because the bodies pulled into the fog would not appear in the classroom.


    But! Now they are in the classroom!


    What does that mean?


    A bold conjecture has emerged: they destroyed the photo but not the illusion, which is inaccessible by fog, which can only explain why these bodies appear now!


    - so, the other people who were brought into the picture, but did not appear in the classroom, should not have died!


    Mo Yi felt a little excited and trembled. He turned and pulled Jiang Yuanbai. His voice was hoarse: "let''s go. Let''s go to the second floor. I know how to escape the fog."


    Although, waiting for them may be a more miserable hell, but it is always better than waiting to die.


    Although Jiang Yuanbai did not understand, he did not ask any more questions. Now the time is running out. It is the best choice to ask less questions. He nodded in a hurry and followed Mo Yi to the stairwell.


    The blue figures outside the window remind them that there are three minutes left.


    The cold wind carried the bloody smell from the stairwell. The energy-saving lamp on the top of the stairs flickered half bright and half vaguely, making a slight "Zizi" sound, and the whole corridor was emitting an ominous atmosphere.


    The memory of being chased by the monster is still vividly imprinted in my mind. Looking at the dark abyss, I can''t help but shiver.


    But it''s the only way.


    They went downstairs. By the faint light in the stairwell, Jiang Yuanbai saw that in the middle of one of the walls, there was a picture hanging upright. In the light silver frame, there was a portrait of a man. He looked about thirty or forty years old. He was smiling at the camera. Under the photo, there was a line of small words: excellent teacher of the year.


    Unlike other photos, the dark and foul blood is slowly flowing down the silver frame, as if seeping from the photo.


    The mouth that chased them should have come out from here.


    Jiang Yuanbai slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and walked cautiously against the edge, as if afraid that the thing would rush out of the frame again.


    Mo Yi lowered his voice in his ear: "I guess, only after the bell rings after class, these monsters can leave their original environment."


    His voice successfully soothed Jiang Yuanbai''s tense heart strings. He frowned and recalled: it seems that it is. After ringing the bell after class, huazi left the toilet, and the mouth of the monster who had chased them before also appeared after ringing the bell.


    Jiang Yuanbai breathed a sigh of relief and continued to walk downstairs.


    However, where he did not see, the man in the photo behind him moved his eyes slowly, as if watching them go downstairs, and then showed a strange smile.


    they walked out as like as two peas in the staircase, and the two sides of the building were cut down on the floor.


    Mo Yi looked up at the window:


    there are two minutes left.


    He crouched down, picked up the split photo and put it together.


    A strange scene happened: the photos were slowly stitched together, and the smelly blood flowing on the ground seemed to be sucked back into the photos. Soon, the photos and the photo frames recovered as before, and the graduates in the photos showed bright and fuzzy smiles at the camera, as if nothing had happened before.


    "How do you know it can be put together?" Jiang Yuanbai couldn''t help interrupting.


    "I don''t know." Mo Yi looked up at the time out of the window. He got up in a hurry, got up as fast as he could, put the picture back on the wall, and said:


    " I''m just guessing. "


    One more minute.


    As the photos were hung on the wall, the scene seemed to change a little.


    Jiang Yuanbai turned his head and saw that the classroom behind him became class 4.


    The fantasy reappeared.


    Mo Yi and he looked at each other and took a deep breath. Mo Yi nodded at Jiang Yuan and then they stepped into the stairwell in the dreamland.


    There was a strange ripple in the air, like the ripple of a stone thrown on the lake. The next second, the long and cold corridor was empty.At the same time, the number outside the window counts down to 2:25.


    The monotonous and harsh bell rang.


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 Chapter 11

    The scene suddenly changed.


    They were standing on an endless staircase, surrounded by boundless darkness, with countless pictures, large and small, hanging in the void.


    The somber picture frame shows the expressionless faces, staring empty at the two people standing on the stairs.


    Mo Yi turns to look behind him.


    Although the staircase they entered was still there, it was no longer the corridor, but it was a dark void - and Mo Yi didn''t want to know what would happen if it fell.


    Suddenly, a pale arm stretched out from a picture without warning. It caught Mo Yi''s wrist like lightning and dragged him to the picture.


    The cold feeling seeps into the bone marrow along the skin, which makes the scalp numb. Mo Yi only feels that his wrist is like a steel hoop. He tugs at him with an amazing force and forcibly pulls him for several steps in a few seconds.


    Oops!


    Seeing that he was about to be pulled into the picture, Mo Yi was in a hurry. He fell backward in accordance with the situation, and his body sank. He countered the strength of that arm with his own gravity.


    Jiang Yuanbai stepped forward and took advantage of this opportunity to swing his axe and slash at the pale arm.


    The arm broke open in response to the sound, and the fracture was neat and pale, without a drop of blood flowing out. It slowly retracted into the picture. And the hand on Mo Yi''s wrist turned into powder at the moment of falling off.


    Mo Yi is sitting on the stairs panting. The intense drum sound of blood stream impacts on his eardrum. The excessive pressure makes his eyes black. The cold sweat on his back tightly sticks his clothes to his body, and the cold touch penetrates into the texture of his skin.


    He looked down at his wrist.


    The skin that has not seen the sun for a long time is weak and pale, and the blue and purple fingermarks on it are shocking. Mo Yi moves his wrist slightly, and a stabbing pain like a needle suddenly comes up.


    Jiang Yuanbai was also shocked: "are you ok?"


    Mo Yi shook his head weakly It''s OK. "


    He reached out his hand and took Jiang Yuanbai''s outstretched hand. It was hard to say which one was colder, but both of them were shaking.


    Mo Yi stood up and looked into the picture with his arm outstretched.


    I saw that the person in the picture was no longer expressionless, but looked at him maliciously with a pair of black eyes like a snake''s letter, spitting out malice and staring at them.


    It''s like living.


    At this time, the photos around the body began to shake up! One pale arm after another emerges from the picture, then elongates, opens its palm and reaches out to them.


    Their hearts jumped and they began to run away at the same time.


    Every time they passed by, there was a picture that was startled. Mo Yi looked back on his side, and his heart was momentarily tight.


    Behind him were all hands, like the waves of arms and fingers, rushing to reach them, even if it was looking at them, it was hairy.


    Mo Yi turned his head and continued to run forward. The stairs in front of him seemed to be unable to see the end, extending into the deep darkness.


    An idea rose from his heart and chilled him - sooner or later they would run out of strength and be caught.


    All of a sudden, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, pulled his ankle like an iron hoop, and pulled him down violently!


    Mo Yi''s head knocked on the stairs, and warm blood flowed down his cheek. He gritted his teeth and held back the voice in his throat. His eyes were blackened.


    Jiang Yuanbai heard the voice behind him. He climbed the stairs for a moment. He gritted his teeth and turned back. He waved the fire axe on his hand and cut off the palm tightly holding Mo Yi''s wrist.


    The pale hand changed into powder when it was broken. The rest of the broken arm slowly drew back. However, more arms took advantage of the opportunity, climbed onto their legs and dragged them back.


    It''s over.


    Mo Yi''s heart sank.


    All of a sudden, there was an empty scream, and a little silvery white thing passed over his head and was thrown into the pile of arms.


    Those arms stopped moving in an instant, and even the hands holding Mo Yi lost their strength and were loosely looped around his legs.


    Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanbai took the opportunity to break free of their shackles.


    A familiar, deep voice sounded not far away: "here!"


    Mo Yi looked up and saw Shen Lei standing in front of them, waving to them. His messy clothes were still stained with blood. Although he was in a mess, he still had to have the whole thing.


    The spirit of the two, tired body also seems to be injected with new power, with the fastest speed to run to him.


    The arm behind him seemed to wake up and began to wriggle again. Shen Lei pulled them and then took a turn at a gap. The three men staggered into a blank space.


    The arms were wandering outside, searching and groping.Shen Lei slowly put his finger on his lips and made a silent gesture.


    Mo Yi knows. Cover your mouth and nose with your palm and push all the panting sounds into your throat without making any sound. Ears can only hear their own heart beat, and those hands grope for the rustle sound.


    After a long time, those palms seemed to give up, and then slowly retracted back.


    Shen Lei crept out and looked around carefully. Then he nodded back to them, indicating that everyone could make a sound.


    Mo Yi just put down his palm, and his warm touch fell down from the tip of his fingers. He looked down a little stupidly, only to find that the back of his hand had been wet by the blood on his forehead, and the bright red trace was like a snake climbing on the pale skin, bright and dazzling.


    He blinked slowly, and his dizziness spread.


    Shen Lei came over and helped him with the simple treatment of the wound. Then he said, "it should be some concussion. It''s OK. I''m sure it will be relieved soon. But I''ve run out of hemostatic bandages. I''m afraid that''s the only way to go now."


    Jiang Yuanbai, on one side, uttered a voice with lingering palpitation What''s the one just now


    "I don''t know." Shen Lei simply shook his head, looked up at Jiang Yuanbai, and then explained:


    "what I know is that they look for prey through photos, and they will be chased if they appear in their sight. The good news is that once you get out of their sight, you can dodge them without making a sound. "


    "The bad news is, they''re everywhere."


    A thin voice suddenly appeared from his side. It sounded a little weak, which scared Jiang Yuanbai. He looked along the voice and saw a woman sitting in the corner, pale, empty under the right arm joint, and blood seeping from the snow-white bandage.


    Maybe it was because her breath was too weak, or the situation just now was too tense. Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanbai didn''t find her at first.


    "Yu Li." "This is my second game," the woman introduced herself feebly


    Jiang Yuanbai blinked and whispered, "I am Jiang Yuanbai. This is my second game. There is Mo Yi sitting there. This is his first time in."


    Yu Li smiles and shrugs gently: "it''s a pity that I can''t shake hands with you."


    Shen Lei stood on one side, lit a cigarette, gently held the cigarette holder in his teeth, and said with some fatigue between his eyebrows and eyes: "the difficulty of this game is at least A. at the beginning, I found it unusual: 11 people live for 5 hours, so many people, but it is the first time for me to meet such a short game."


    After a pause, he continued: "it seems that I underestimated the difficulty of this time. Up to now, only the two of us are left alive. It''s you. I didn''t expect you to live to this day when you were apart. "


    Shen Lei is very straightforward.


    But Jiang Yuanbai didn''t feel offended.


    He shuddered with fear. He simply explained the experience after he separated from Shen Lei and his party. From the secret room on the second floor to the photo fantasy, and then to the fourth floor, which disappeared, even though his words were concise, the thrill was still breathtaking.


    Shen Lei and Yu Li were stunned.


    Finally, Jiang Yuanbai concluded: "to be honest, I didn''t expect that I would live to this day. If it wasn''t for Mo Yi, I would have died."


    Finally, he added, half jokingly and half with emotion: "brother Mo is really powerful!"


    It''s a little scary.


    While they were talking, Mo Yi was sitting cross legged on the ground. His dizziness had not yet fully recovered. In a trance, he seemed to hear someone saying his name, so he looked up and was startled by the scene in front of him.


    Several of them were staring at him, especially Shen Lei and Yu Li. They were looking at him in surprise. Their eyes were complicated, as if they were observing some rare animals.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡± Mo Yi''s back is a little hairy


    "Young man, are you really the first time?"


    Mo Yi:


    Although he knows what the other party wants to ask, but Why does this sentence sound so strange.


    Mo Yi is about to say something, but his eyes accidentally fell on the frame behind them. He was stunned for a second. He could not help but straighten up his back and carefully examine the environment around him.


    Although there was no attack, there were still photos floating around. However, unlike other photos outside, the frame here does not have those fuzzy and weird figures, but a vast expanse of white.


    Mo Yi looked at Shen Lei thoughtfully, and his words turned to the trend: "how did you find this dead corner?"


    "We didn''t find this corner."


    Shen Lei was silent for a moment and replied:


    "if you kill one person in each photo, it will become like this And here, we die the most people, so we become a dead corner. "


    The atmosphere was heavy for a moment.Mo Yi doesn''t know what to say for a moment, so he has to stare at the photo behind Shen Lei and ponder it.


    And he seems to have found something. Mo Yi frowned, hesitated for a second, then stood up on the floor and walked slowly to one of the photos.


    He took a closer look.


    If you don''t look closely, you can''t see it at all. The white in those photos seems to be moving, like a thick fluid, flowing slowly in the same direction.


    It''s like fog.


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 Chapter 12

    Mo Yi frowned and looked at the photos, but his mind seemed to be covered by the fog. He could not think of any reason.


    At this time, Yu Li''s puzzled voice came from behind: "ah? Strange, these photos are not like this


    Mo Yi''s heart was tight and turned to look at her:


    "what''s that like?"


    His eyes are very dark, when he is wrong to stare at people, there is always a kind of illusion of facing the blade.


    It seems that Mo Yi is not very comfortable. Yu Li subconsciously looks away and thinks about it. Then he replies with some uncertainty:


    "it seems that it was The corridor and the like, maybe? "


    Mo Yi was stunned and turned to Jiang Yuanbai: "do you have a watch?"


    Jiang Yuanbai was a little confused, so he nodded: "well, yes, what''s the matter?"


    "Do you think it''s still after class now?" Mo Yi said word by word, accurate and clear.


    "Yes." Shen Lei on one side suddenly opens his mouth and looks at Mo Yi thoughtfully.


    Mo Yi nodded and looked at Yu Li again:


    "you said that when you saw these photos, they had not changed much Right? When was the last time you saw it in your memory? "


    Yu Li frowned, thought for a moment, and replied, "maybe before those photos started to move? I''m not sure. "


    Mo Yi''s eyes were very bright: "the photos were disturbed because Jiang Yuanbai and I came in, so the photos began to move after we came in - so, before we entered the dreamland, the pictures inside were still stairs?"


    "It should be like this." Yu Li nods.


    Mo Yi went on to say:


    "and Jiang Yuanbai and I entered the dreamland just by holding the bell. Outside the dreamland, after the bell rang..."


    ¡°¡­¡­ There will be fog! " Jiang Yuanbai was stunned. He seemed to have something in common. He could not help but take over the conversation aloud.


    Shen Lei couldn''t help but step forward and looked at Mo Yi with a twinkle in his eyes:


    "you mean, this photo will become a window? In other words, the scenery in this photo is actually what it looks like outside the dreamland "


    Mo Yi nodded and then shook his head hesitantly:" there are too few clues. This is just a guess by me. "


    "But..." He continued: "if my guess is correct, the good news is that the time in the fantasy is the same as that outside the fantasy, and it can also be cleared after five hours here."


    As if to see the hope of living, people can not help but see the light.


    Shen Lei suddenly said, "what about the bad news?"


    Just now the relaxed atmosphere suddenly became dignified. Several people turned their eyes to Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi hesitated for a moment and then replied:


    "since after killing, the photo has become a window to communicate fantasy and reality.


    So Where have the portraits in the photos gone? "


    Although his voice is not big, but the content he said makes people fall into the ice cellar, and his whole body is cold.


    Yeah, where did it go? Is it just gone?


    No one can persuade himself to accept this more relaxed inference. After all, in this escape game world, even ordinary things can be fatal, not to mention this extremely unknown picture at a glance?


    Everyone was lost in thought.


    Same with Mo Yi.


    But he was thinking about something else.


    Mo Yi unconsciously stroked the notebook and folder in his hand, and his fingers slowly tightened. Their icy edges and corners hurt his palm. The rough texture was almost impossible to ignore.


    Since In this fantasy, stay in this dead corner without photos, as long as you can pass the customs clearance after the rest of the time.


    So, is it necessary for him to continue to explore?


    All of a sudden, the voice of Jiang Yuan''s white sparrow jumps in his ear: "look


    Mo Yi recollected his thoughts, raised his head and looked along the direction pointed by Jiang Yuanbai. He saw that the scenes in the photos hanging in the air were slowly changing. The white fog disappeared in a few seconds, revealing the brand-new stairwell.


    Shen Lei turned his eyes and looked at him. He didn''t know whether he was relieved or complicated in his tone It seems that your guess is right. These photos really become a window between fantasy and reality. It seems that we are saved. "


    The atmosphere relaxed for a long time.


    Mo Yi looks at them, smiles, makes up his mind, and then lowers his head to open the folder.


    He was destined not to be a pure optimist.


    Because he never believed in luck or coincidence.


    Or wait.His fingertips rubbed the rough surface of the folder, the files in the folder gave off a moist smell of no sunshine all year round, and the pages were surprisingly white as new, as if they had been kept out of time.


    Mo Yi sat down cross legged and buried himself in the thin pages of the document. He had already read most of the contents. He simply browsed it to make sure that he didn''t miss anything. Then he went back to the place he had read last time.


    Surprisingly, there is only the last page left.


    There was only a single line on the empty paper:


    "on November 14, 1995, the file was sealed."


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows frown slowly. He once roughly calculated that 204 days before the college entrance examination in 1996 was about November 14, 1995 - so, the day when the archives were sealed happened to be the time when the classroom was stagnant.


    So, what does it mean to seal archives? Zhao Qiulan''s death?


    Wait.


    Mo Yi realized that something was wrong and turned back in a hurry.


    That page was no different from the last time he looked at it. It was a whole page of small scarlet letters, and at the end of it was the first level punishment in bold on September 1, 1994.


    The end of this page is September 1994, and the next page goes straight to November 1995! And for a whole year, there was nothing on the file!


    Even if there is no record of punishment, there should be data such as grades.


    He went back to the next page. Between the two fingers of the uneven. There should have been a few more pages here, but they were taken away.


    No wonder he thought the document book was amazing, because it was an incomplete file!


    933, swallow without feet, 712, fog nameless.


    In this prompt, there is the last sentence "Yan Wuzu" without clue. Then, is it related to those missing files?


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows are locked, and the mist is heavy in his dark eyes.


    Suddenly, a hand gently patted Mo Yi''s shoulder. Shen Lei''s voice sounded in his ear: "what are you looking at?"


    Mo Yi took a look at Shen Lei, who came to him. He replied, "before looking at the files I got on the second floor, I think it may be helpful for us."


    Shen Lei approached a few minutes, looked down at the page in his hand, stretched out his hand, took out the last page, looked at it for a while, and frowned: "maybe."


    With that, he put the paper back in Mo Yi''s folder, gently touched the paper with the fingertip of his right hand, and said in a deep voice:


    "however, our primary purpose now is to stay here for full time and escape. Besides, don''t you still say that the people in those photos seem to be a threat? It''s better to be vigilant around than to study this. "


    Mo Yi''s eyes unconsciously fall on his knuckles.


    Shen Lei''s fingers are long and bony. However, it is obviously because of years of smoking that his index finger and middle finger are yellowing with tobacco smoke.


    He moved his eyes without trace, then closed the folder and looked up at Shen Lei. His eyes sincerely said, "you are right. It''s really not the time to do this. It''s me who is too keen on the point."


    He stopped for a moment and continued: "what''s more, sister Yu Li is still hurt so much. It''s better to You go to take care of her first. Jiang Yuanbai and I will guard against the surroundings. We will come back later. "


    Shen Lei hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded to Yu Li.


    Looking at Shen Lei walking to the pear side, Mo Yi tries to stand up, but several times failed. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuanbai with some frustration, and held out his hand stamp at him: "you pull me, my leg is a bit numb."


    His palms were hanging in the air, and his fingers were slender and thin. The thin skin wrapped around his thin wrist seemed to break when it was broken.


    Jiang Yuanbai smiles helplessly, and then obediently walks over and pulls him up.


    At the moment when their shoulders crossed, he heard Mo Yi''s deliberately lowered voice floating into his ears:


    "-- be careful, Shen Lei is a fake."


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 Chapter 13

    Mo Yi''s voice is very light, as if the wind passing by the ear, the next second will disappear without a trace.


    However, the content of his words made Jiang Yuanbai as if he had been struck by lightning. He was frozen and his hair stood on end.


    He turned his head uncontrollably, as if he could hear the rusty cluck of his neck bone, and his ears seemed to be filled with buzzing white noise. Jiang Yuanbai seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, and he couldn''t help but look at Shen Lei behind him


    A hand suddenly fell on his shoulder.


    Powerful fingers held his shoulder blades, and his cold palms, without a trace of temperature, passed through his thin shirt like ice.


    Jiang Yuanbai shivered, subconsciously looked at the past, and then ran into Mo Yi''s eyes.


    Calm down, dark.


    "Thank you very much," he said in a steady voice


    His tone was sincere and calm, as if he was just thanking Jiang Yuanbai for pulling him.


    However, Mo Yi shook his head slightly from the angle that the person behind him could not see, as if to remind Jiang Yuanbai not to act rashly, and then naturally took back his palm.


    Jiang Yuanbai also woke up at the moment, so he made a hasty remedy. He adjusted his stiff facial nerves and forced to open the corners of his mouth, revealing a face that was almost twisted and would not smile It''s a small thing. "


    Mo Yi:


    It''s better not to remind the goods.


    His face remained silent, and he glanced back as if unintentionally.


    It seems that Shen Lei''s things happen to be facing them, and they don''t seem to pay attention to it.


    Mo Yi just slightly relaxed the broken heartstrings.


    Although Jiang Yuanbai has calmed down a lot, he still hasn''t recovered from the explosive news that Shen Lei is fake.


    He took a deep breath, and then peeped at Shen Lei. He still had his back to himself and had no intention of changing his posture for the time being. So he turned to Mo Yi and made a mouth shape: "how can it be! You''re not lying to me, are you? "


    "Shen Lei is left-handed."


    Mo Yi swept around with the residual light, and answered with his mouth: "but the trace of its smoke is on the right hand."


    The image in the picture is reversed.


    The meaning is self-evident.


    Jiang Yuanbai only felt a layer of white sweat suddenly appeared on his back. Although he had expected in his heart before, now he really found that the person in the photo was beside him. No matter what he thought, it was still chilling.


    In fact, there is another reason that makes him suspect, but Mo Yi didn''t say it out:


    just now, "Shen Lei" said that the reason for the formation of this dead corner is that "the most people die here". Then the question is, what exactly is there that will lead to the almost total destruction of the team?


    Even senior people like Shen Lei have been recruited?


    At the moment, Mo Yi''s heart is extremely heavy, unknown and fear like a huge piece of lead heavy on the heart, almost hard to breathe.


    But this is not the time for fear.


    He closed his eyes with force, exhaled a deep breath of turbid air, expelled the deep negative emotions from his mind, and then raised his eyes to observe the so-called "safe area" he was in.


    They were in a corner of the edge of the stairs, which seemed to be a buffer in the winding up stairs, floating like a platform in mid air - much like the place where he came in.


    Mo Yi pondered for a few seconds and then walked forward slowly.


    He was careful not to let his body be exposed outside the platform, and then turned his head to look at the place before he ran over:


    the long stairs extended down into the vast expanse of white, as if there was no end. Dense photo frames, large or small, were quietly suspended in the void beside the stairs, revealing a thread of treachery in peace and quiet, as if prying Around, waiting for an opportunity to move.


    Mo Yi looked at the position where he first came in. Sure enough, it was almost the same as here. It was the platform in a staircase, like a flat buffer zone.


    It''s like - the shape of the stairwell.


    Mo Yi''s eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly turned to look at the picture frame that was hanging on the side, communicating with the outside of the dreamland. Sure enough, the scene in the picture frame is a corner of the stairs, so this is the stairwell!


    Just like seeing the bright moon through the clouds, Mo Yi''s whole body was excited, and he suddenly realized that the dreamland and the outer space should be interlinked!


    So, in the illusion, they run from the first platform to the second platform, which is equivalent to that in the real world, they run from the staircase on the second floor to the staircase between the second and third floors!


    So now they are trapped in a different dimension of the whole staircase, which is not the same as the outside world, but is still in the same geographical space.Mo Yi took a deep breath, suppressed the sudden excitement in his heart, and tried to calm down his mind.


    He turned his head, but fiercely on Shen Lei''s eyes, which were so dark that he could not see his emotions clearly, he was looking at him quietly at the moment.


    Mo Yi''s heart suddenly shrinks.


    He forced himself to calm down, his face still maintained calm: "what''s the matter?"


    the face as like as two peas Shen Lei looked straight at him. Suddenly, he pulled up his lips and split a smile.


    Mo Yi was shocked by this strange smile. His sense of danger suddenly climbed up his back and his forehead was covered with sweat.


    Not good!


    I saw the thing that looked like Shen Lei slowly approached, the smile became bigger and bigger, almost split to the root of the ear, showing snow-white sharp teeth:


    "you are very smart."


    Mo Yiqiang was calm and showed a polite smile:


    "thank you very much, I think so too."


    Shen Lei said with a smile


    Jiang Yuanbai''s nerves had been so nervous that he was about to burst, but the scene made him laugh out of his throat.


    "Shen Lei" has completely torn off his disguise and looks at Jiang Yuanbai with a sinister smile on his twisted and deformed face:


    "since you are too soft to eat, I have to make it hard."


    With the fall of his voice, countless pale hands extended from a distance, blocking the entire platform, blocking the way up and down the stairs.


    Yu Li, who has been sitting on the ground all the time, stands up now. Her face is expressionless and her joints are stiff like a puppet. She reaches out her only cold palm and tightly hoops Jiang Yuanbai''s arm, who is standing close to her. Even if he struggles hard, he can''t move half a step.


    "Shen Lei" approached slowly. His face was completely deformed at this time. A bright red mouth almost occupied half of his face. His eyes were squeezed, leaving only two slits covered with white haze.


    As if to tease his prey, he moved steadily and slowly towards them, as if enjoying the victim''s every fear.


    Mo Yi''s mind is a mess, every cell is screaming danger, but there is nothing to do.


    All the exits are blocked.


    There is no possibility of escape.


    He was forced to step back, and finally, he fell back to the end of the platform.


    Half of his heel is hanging in the air, and the gravel and dust fall into the abyss. Mo Yi turns his head and looks at it blankly.


    Bottomless abyss.


    And in the moment of bowing his head, his light swept to a touch of silver.


    It was a familiar silver frame, hanging upright in the air, with a small corner missing in the lower left corner, and the incision looked brand new.


    A picture flashed in front of Mo Yi''s eyes:


    in the stairwell from the second floor to the third floor, the picture of the man hanging in the middle of the wall was framed by the light silver frame, and the thick black and stinking blood trickled down along the frame.


    That picture of teacher of the year!


    And the mouth that once chased them is from this photo frame!


    ¡­¡­ Wait, mouth?


    Mo Yi turns his head and looks at the deformed mouth and familiar sharp teeth on Shen Lei''s face.


    A bold idea gradually took shape in his mind.


    He turns and pours at the frame!


    Unexpectedly, it was easily taken down by Mo Yi, floating lightly, as if it was really just floating in mid air.


    Mo Yi holds up the photo frame and smashes Jiang Yuanbai''s arm to Yu Li.


    A piercing scream broke out in Yu Li''s mouth. As the photo frame touched her arm, her whole arm became weak and difficult to move.


    Jiang Yuanbai took the opportunity to break her hand.


    He also noticed that the frame was unusual, so he jumped at the fire axe thrown aside and swung it high and down!


    At this time, Mo Yi Yu Guang just swept Shen Lei standing on the side.


    It stood on one side, watching them struggle, even with a sly smile.


    Mo Yi''s heart suddenly tightens. Subconsciously, he reaches out to hold the photo frame and rolls to the side, which can avoid Jiang Yuanbai''s quick axe blade.


    His finger happened to be stuck in a brand new crack in the frame.


    Jiang Yuanbai was shocked: "what are you doing!! I almost cut you


    Mo Yi didn''t reply. He just stared at the frame for a second, then suddenly his eyes lit up. He seemed to have made up his mind, and without looking back, he yelled at Jiang Yuanbai: "keep up with me!"


    At the end of the speech, he picked up the photo frame and rushed to those dense arm walls with an indomitable posture. But what was shocking was that those arms, as if they were afraid of it, fell back and made way for Mo Yi.Mo Yi''s heart was finally slightly put back into the chest.


    He was right.


    The bright silver object that Shen Lei threw into those arms was indeed a corner of the frame. Since the hands in those photos were afraid of it, they could make way for their escape.


    As he and Jiang Yuanbai''s bodies run away, "Shen Lei" has slowly faded from his present appearance, revealing another face - it is the man in the corridor photo.


    Different from the photo, his lips split to the back of his ears, revealing sharp white teeth, strange and terrifying.


    He looked at Mo Yiyuan''s figure. His dark eyes were cold and deep, and he couldn''t see the joy, anger, sadness and joy. Then, his eyes moved, and his body slowly dissipated into the air, leaving only a whisper, like the hiss of a poisonous snake:


    "run? It''s beautiful. "


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 Chapter 14

    Running with the wind whistling in his ears, Mo Yi clenched his teeth and ran to the top of the stairs.


    As he ran, he pondered in his mind.


    Before the fake Shen Lei''s face was exposed, he actually did not intend to attack them. Instead, he took them to the "safe area", deliberately letting them find out the correlation between the passing of time inside and outside the dreamland, and inducing them to think that "enough time in the dreamland" can successfully escape.


    Even after his true face was exposed, he did not immediately start, but gave himself a chance to escape.


    Why?


    Just when Mo Yi couldn''t figure out the solution, suddenly, his ears became silent.


    Mo Yimeng returns to his mind and finds that his arms, which were attacking them all around, have disappeared completely. The photos on both sides become the same picture:


    the man in that photo.


    He was staring at him with dark eyes and a strange smile on his face. Then, hundreds of photos opened his mouth together, and the cold voice rang through the empty illusion:


    "you can''t escape."


    Mo Yi breathed heavily and forced himself not to look to both sides and continued to run up.


    "What''s the point?" Thousands of voices converged into a bewitching sound stream, hitting his eardrum: "since you come in, you will never be able to go out. What''s the need to struggle?"


    Mo Yi forced himself not to be affected by the sound, mechanically moved his legs and climbed up the stairs.


    If his inference is correct If the spaces inside and outside the fantasy world are also interrelated


    Well, the staircase is not endless, but the same as outside the fantasy: up to four floors.


    It''s just the distortion and lengthening of space that makes the whole journey more distant, making the stairs look like they don''t have an end.


    Mo Yi didn''t know what was at the end of the stairs, but now, walking to the end of the stairs is his only choice.


    The voice went on: "and Why resist? Isn''t it good to stay where you are? I promise you''ll die without any pain, just like sleeping... "


    Stay where you are?


    Mo Yi''s whole body shakes, and his mind suddenly brightens.


    The purpose of this picture is clear from the beginning, but he is too blind to ignore it!


    It needs Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanbai to spend enough time in the dreamland!


    In this case, they need to escape from this fantasy!


    Mo Yi is more convinced that if he and Jiang Yuanbai stay here until the countdown is over, they will be met with a more terrifying sight.


    He gritted his teeth, changed the angle of the picture frame in his arms, put it under his left armpit, and continued to run quietly up the stairs, ignoring the man''s voice.


    Suddenly, Jiang Yuanbai, who was following him, exclaimed: "look! In the frame


    Mo Yi looks down at Jiang Yuanbai with some doubts.


    I can see that the picture in the frame in my hand has changed


    Silver frame in a pitch black, as if the ink can not be broken, the thick darkness occupied the whole space, as if a natural cage. In the darkness, two shadowy figures could be seen.


    Mo Yi approached, narrowed his eyes and looked carefully.


    One of the figures moved, then raised his head, revealing a familiar face.


    Shen Lei?!


    He looked obviously exhausted. His clothes were tattered and stained with dark blood, as if he had experienced a great war. There was a deep wound on his side face, bloody and shocking.


    Shen Lei looked at him in a trance, as if he had not made clear the difference between reality and dream.


    Jiang Yuanbai put his face close to him and clapped the photo frame with a bang. He called out, "Shen Lei! Shen Lei! Can you hear me


    Mo Yi quietly moved his face away and kneaded his aching ears.


    Shen Lei was in a daze. His eyes were clear. His face was awe inspiring, and his sharp look reappeared in his pupils. He supported the ground with his hands and struggled to get up, but it seemed that he was imprisoned by something. He staggered back a few steps, propped up with his hands, and did not let himself fall to the ground again.


    Mo Yi looks at him without saying a word. His eyes stay on his palm holding the floor for a few seconds. After confirming that his habitual use of the hand is indeed his left hand, he moves his eyes without trace.


    He lowered his eyelids and slightly dispelled the vigilance in his eyes. After all, in this situation, it is not a bad thing to be more vigilant.


    Shen Lei cried out anxiously: "you must not stay here! Don''t trust that man


    "Do you know how to get out?" Jiang Yuanbai approached and asked.


    Shen Lei''s eyebrows and eyes are bitter and astringent If I knew, would I still be here? "Mo Yi''s eyes and eyebrows were frozen. He sped up his pace without saying a word. Then he asked, "you came in earlier than us. Please tell me the information you know so that we can have a chance to rescue you."


    We have a chance to live.


    The rest of the sentence was tacit to all three.


    Shen Lei nodded solemnly on his face, and then simply told what he had learned.


    After listening to what Shen Lei said, the atmosphere became particularly dignified for a while, and Mo Yi fell into meditation.


    According to Shen Lei, it appeared in the shape of Yu pear at the beginning, which secretly led Shen Lei and others to discover the correlation between time passing inside and outside fantasy world, and made them make the decision to "wait until the countdown is over".


    Until Shen Lei found out something wrong with it, so he was locked in this space.


    With his vitality slowly passing away, Shen Lei gradually integrated with this space, and gradually learned some information that did not belong to him.


    In fact, the whole fantasy is in the control of the man in the silver frame.


    Although Shen Lei is not clear about its purpose, what he knows is that it needs two steps to complete.


    The first is to engulf the human body to reveal the entity, and the second is to trap two humans in order to get their souls.


    Because when the countdown is over, the entire copy of the game will be closed, and the souls of the undead who remain in the illusion will always belong to it.


    Originally, it was about to succeed: it was trapped in Yu Li and Shen Lei. However, Yu Li was weak and her broken arm made her lose too much blood and died before the countdown was over.


    Therefore, it will hit Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanbai.


    Mo Yi frowned and suddenly thought of something. He raised his eyes and asked, "so, it can become your appearance, because..."


    "Blood and meat." Shen Lei replied, side over the cheek, let that bloody crack exposed in Mo Yi''s eyes.


    Mo Yi was surprised and subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead.


    There was a burning sting from the wound on the forehead.


    He remembered that when he had just entered this dreamland, Shen Lei had treated his wound!


    He quickly turned his head and was about to call Jiang Yuanbai, but his voice stuck in his throat - there was no one around him.


    I don''t know when, the photos on both sides have changed back to the original. Those bewitching words have disappeared. It seems that he is the only one left standing alone in the middle of the stairs.


    Shen Lei seemed to be aware of something wrong and sped up his speech. He said: "it can attack you only before it shows the entity. After having the entity, although it can''t cause any real harm to you, it can manipulate the whole illusion. You must be careful."


    So that''s why it just uses words to confuse them and let them stay, not by force.


    Not because it doesn''t want to, but because it can''t.


    "It''s late. He has already taken Jiang Yuanbai away."


    Mo Yi looked dignified and thought for a while. Then he looked down at Shen Lei again and asked, "after I took off the photo frame, are you still under its control?"


    Shen Lei hesitated for a moment and nodded:


    "it should be, because even now, I can still feel that it is constantly absorbing my vitality."


    Mo Yi''s heart sank in an instant.


    Then - Shen Lei and Jiang Yuanbai, it finally got two living people.


    ¡¤


    Mo Yi''s fingers slowly tightened, and the fingertips holding the photo frame were abnormally pale because of the force.


    He lowered his head again and wanted to ask something more, only to find that the frame in his hand had become dark.


    Now, even Shen Lei is gone.


    It seems that there is no movement in the huge space, and the silence spreads. The whole illusion is as quiet as a grave. Except for his own slightly rapid heartbeat, Mo Yi can hear nothing.


    Mo Yi slowly stopped and looked around for a week. His mind was in a mess, leaving only some broken and scattered thoughts.


    He subconsciously raised his legs and tried to keep going up, but he stepped on the ground and fell to the ground.


    The sudden sense of weightlessness makes Mo Yi dizzy. The edges and corners of the photo frame in his arms hit his stomach heavily. Sharp pain and visceral displacement like nausea suddenly come up, which makes him excited.


    He propped up his upper body with his arms, his palm pressed against the cold ground, and his vague shadow was reflected on the smooth stairs.


    Mo Yi looked at his reflection on the stairs for a moment.


    An idea came to his mind.


    There was a light in the depth of his eyes. He quickly climbed up the stairs in a hurry and ran up three steps and two steps.


    As he approached, the white fog at the end of the stairs dispersed before his eyes.At the end of the stairs, a wall stands in front of you.


    Just like outside the dreamland, there is no fourth floor, only a wall that seems to be invincible.


    Mo Yi exhaled slowly, then raised his legs and stood on the last step.


    He turned slowly, his back against the wall, through the back of the thin material, cold touch into the texture.


    Since the staircases inside and outside the Wonderland are interconnected in the number of floors, structure and even space, he wants to know whether the curse on the stairs will be the same?


    He took a leg and went down a step.


    His voice is steady and calm, as if there is no hesitation and doubt:


    "one."


    Mo Yi counts as he walks.


    The frame beside him vibrated, and the man''s face appeared in the frame. It looked stunned and bewildered: "what are you doing? Stop it


    Mo Yi did not answer and calmly counted, "six."


    Just then, Jiang Yuanbai''s face appeared at the end of the stairs. He reached out to Mo Yi: "what are you doing? Stop it! I know the way out! "


    Mo Yi continued to go down: "nine."


    This time, Shen Lei appeared. He held out his bloody hand and yelled: "I escaped! Come on! Come with me


    Mo Yi smiles and doesn''t stop: "twelve."


    He lifted his leg and went down the last step: "thirteen."


    The stairs under the feet suddenly vibrated, and the steps suddenly disappeared. A huge force pulled Mo Yi''s leg and pulled him in.


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 Chapter 15

    Darkness, endless darkness entangled his limbs, pulling him into the endless abyss.


    All the colors seem to be broken and faded, and then re melt into the darkness of eternal night.


    This feeling is so familiar


    It''s like Like the nightmare he''s been having


    Mo Yi is in a trance. He grabs the photo frame in his hand in vain, letting its hard and cold edges and corners hurt his chest and abdomen, reminding him that he is not in a dream now.


    All of a sudden, a cold and biting feeling suddenly hit me. The fierce malice and resentment almost congealed into the entity and integrated with the darkness around, and then surged towards Mo Yi.


    As if the whole world wanted to kill him!


    All over the body of the alarm sounded desperately! Screams warn of danger!


    Mo Yi felt cold all over, and his sudden fear was like a pair of hands without substance around his throat, choking the air out of his chest. The feeling of death was so close that one could only tremble and wait for it to come.


    But as the resentment approached, it seemed to stop.


    The picture frame in my arms suddenly began to shake violently!


    Those pause resentment, like a beast that finds its prey, or a shark that sniffs blood, changes its direction, and then pours fiercely and cruelly at the photo frame!


    Mo Yi only felt a strong rush towards the photo frame, and knocked him out heavily. A sweet smell of rust rose in his chest.


    He finally touched the ground.


    Mo Yi squeezed out a little painful breath and curled up on the sticky wet ground. His whole body was almost scattered, but it was not as painful as the tear of his left leg It''s probably broken.


    There was a damp, moldy smell on the nose, just like in the corridor.


    He raised his eyelids with difficulty and looked to his side.


    It was not the darkness without a glimmer of light before, but a dull, muddy gray, hazy, just to let him see the appearance around him.


    I saw that silver frame was now broken, as if it had been corroded, twisted and blackened, as if suffering from some inhuman torture, lying beside him in a desperate attitude.


    Mo Yi clearly knows that the force that almost tore him was originally aimed at him, but changed direction when he touched the frame. It can even be said that this photo frame is a blow to him.


    He couldn''t imagine what he would have been like if he hadn''t fallen off with the frame.


    Mo Yi couldn''t help but burst out a hoarse cough from his throat. His lung was like a broken bellows. Every time he coughed, he pulled up the wound all over his body, which was more painful than ever.


    At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a strange thing, just in the middle of the twisted frame.


    Mo Yi was stunned.


    Subconsciously, he felt, that was the answer he was looking for.


    So, perhaps born with a high tolerance for pain, he struggled to get up, limped past, and bent down to pick it up.


    It was a crumpled page.


    There was only a familiar graffiti on the paper, scribbled and casual, as if it was a child''s unconscious essay, at a glance, it seemed like a deformed bird.


    Mo Yi was stunned for a second, and a vague picture flashed in his mind. This is the picture on the blackboard of Zhao Qiulan''s classroom.


    The only unexplained sentence in the prompt suddenly came to my mind: Yan Wuzu.


    Mo Yi''s heart was pounding. He reached for the paper and turned it over.


    Mo Yi felt dizzy in front of him. He could not help but close his eyes and turned his head to avoid the dazzling light.


    There was a quarrel in my ear.


    Mo Yi opened his eyes in surprise, and was shocked to find that he was standing in a corridor.


    He raised his head blankly. The next second, the black "4f" on his head almost stung his eyes.


    Not far away, the quarrel became louder and louder. Mo Yi frowned and dragged his half lame leg along.


    The door of only one room was open, with the words "headmaster''s room" written in standard bold. There are two men fighting fiercely for something. One of them is a 50-60-year-old man facing Mo Yi. He is slightly bald and seems to be out of his mind.


    The other is a tall and thin young man, with his back to Mo Yi, his hands open and wide open. He is describing what he is saying Please, let me do this, or I will be really crazy


    The old man was silent.


    Excited, the young man continued, "she wants to kill me! Don''t you understand! She''s going to kill me! I am defending myself


    The old man suddenly got excited. He patted the table and stood up, spitting and blushing: "then you shouldn''t have touched her in the first place."


    The young man choked for a moment, then roared in a higher voice: "yes, that bitch seduced me first! There are those pictures coming out! What a decent man can be"Then you can''t Then you can''t... " The old man pointed to the young man, shivering all over his body, looking like he hated iron but not steel.


    The young man sat down on the chair, buried his face in his palm, and replied stiffly, "I don''t want to be like this. Who knows, I just push her head I just hit the steps... "


    Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the old man.


    Mo Yi was surprised. He recognized the face: the young man was the man in the silver frame, the monster trying to keep him in the illusion.


    His voice was low and hoarse, as if it were a snake''s hoarse message: "now that things have come to this point, people can''t be resurrected after death. Her evil spirits are pestering me. I want to take my back, and I can''t wait to die."


    If we take out a wrinkly paper from her bosom, we can stand up and smile


    The old man is still hesitating.


    The young man suddenly flopped on his knees, looked at the old man with tears in his eyes and said, "please, help me again! Please help me! Dad


    The old man finally nodded.


    Once again, the whole scene was blazing, and the shaking people could hardly open their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, Mo Yi returned to the gray space.


    He hung his eyes and stood for a long time.


    At this moment, all the clues are finally connected, and a complete picture is formed in the mind.


    This building should be the embodiment of Zhao Qiulan''s three years of high school. The ghosts on each floor correspond to her experiences every year.


    It has no feet and can only fly forever. Just like Zhao Qiulan, she is trapped in despair and helpless, and her soul can not be freed. Unlike Yanyan, they keep flying until they die, and she is dead, so her "forever" is really endless.


    Mo Yi smoothed the paper with his fingers, but at the end of the paper, he felt a folded trace. He felt for the gap and unfolded the paper along the edge of the crease.


    There was a strange pattern on it, with a line of maroon words beside it: "fear fire, be careful.".


    Mo Yi Leng for a while, raised his head, but found that the dark color around him is lighter, almost has faded into light gray white, the vision is more open.


    Then he found that he was standing in a deep pit. The pit was rectangular and looked like It''s the same shape as the whole teaching building. In the pit, the bright red lines crisscross, the red seeps into the person, as if is the fresh blood general, constituted a strange pattern on the paper page, but in its each corner, exposed a pile of pale corpse bones.


    And Mo Yi stands right in the middle of this pattern.


    He took a deep breath, reached into his pocket, a cold object touched his fingertips and pulled it out.


    It''s a silver lighter.


    Mo Yi''s lips and corners are pursed, and his expression is complicated in the depths of his eyes.


    He doesn''t smoke. However, on his way home yesterday, he bought a lighter from a roadside stall and put it in his pocket.


    But he could not foresee the future, let alone know that it would come into use today.


    Maybe Is it really just handy?


    Mo Yi was in a state of confusion. His fingers held the lighter tightly until its metal shell was stained with warm body temperature, as if it could calm him down.


    He took a deep breath and drove the confused thoughts out of his brain.


    In any case, it is imperative to destroy this array.


    Mo Yi turns on the lighter. As soon as his finger is loose, the ignited flame is pulled by gravity, spinning and falling. When it touches the blood red line on the ground, it burns instantly, and then spreads at a rapid speed. Everywhere it goes, there is a flash of fire.


    As the bones were ignited, only a few slight "click" sounds were heard in the ear. Several cracks appeared in the air, and then the whole space seemed to be unable to bear it. The cracks were broken into thick black fragments.


    Then, the scene in front of him flashed. Mo Yi found that he was standing in the corridor of the teaching building.


    He looked around blankly for a week and recognized that it was the second floor, and it was exactly where he entered the picture.


    And beside the window, a line of numbers in the dark sky flashing blue light: "0:08".


    "!! No


    There was a shrill scream in my ears, shrill and hoarse, as if I was experiencing all kinds of pain:


    "eight minutes! Eight minutes to go!! Wait eight minutes and I''ll have two souls! I can get out of here!! Don''t --! "


    What''s the sound?


    Mo Yi was stunned and limped to the stairwell.


    The silver frame hanging on the wall has disappeared, and the man in the picture has disappeared. Only the black and smelly liquid slides down the wall, leaving scorching and corrosive traces.


    He seemed to catch a glimpse of a girl.When Mo Yi turns to look again, there is already empty again.


    The familiar sweet female voice sounded in my ear:


    "congratulations to player Mo Yi, you have completed the branch task: sweet revenge, task reward has been sent to your account, please collect it after the game is over."


    Mo Yi''s tense spirit instantly relaxed, and the pain all over his body was sour and soft. At this moment, he had to reach out to support the wall, so that he could barely fall down.


    The wall under his hand suddenly shook. Mo Yi raised his head in surprise, but found that the end of the corridor began to collapse, and the whole teaching building began to fall into pieces! The building seemed to be shaken violently.


    Mo Yi was surprised and immediately understood.


    The whole teaching building is the embodiment of Zhao Qiulan''s experience or resentment. When the "sweet revenge" has been achieved, the building obviously has no need to exist


    That''s why it''s falling apart.


    The window props were crushed into strange shapes by the collapsing walls, and then broke apart and fell back into the void, revealing a vast area of flowing darkness.


    Mo Yi found that The original window of a dark, in fact, is not empty, but thick almost condensed into a solid fog!


    With the collapse of the wall, the silent fog rushed into the broken corridor and rushed to Mo Yi''s place!


    There is no escape.


    There is no way to go.


    The feeling of danger comes, which is a sense of oppression that is more terrifying than in the fantasy! It''s hard to squeeze the air out of his chest.


    The mist slowly swallowed him.


    During the struggle, the wound on his forehead split again, and the warm and sticky blood covered his eyelashes, which dyed Mo Yi''s whole vision bright red.


    In this bright red, he saw fog gathering.


    Around the mist diluted into pale pale, and in the middle, but slowly condensed into a tall human form!


    The figures in the air flashed a faint blue light behind him. Mo Yi was stiff, and the fog around him seemed to be wrapped around his limbs. He could only watch the man slowly approaching step by step.


    The cold, dead breath lingered in his nose.


    The man stood in front of him, stretched out his iron hoop like cold hand, firmly clasped Mo Yi''s chin, and then lowered his head to lick the bleeding wound on his forehead.


    The cold and rough tongue coating rolled up the flesh and blood, and the wound that had just healed was torn open again, and the extraordinary pain suddenly hit.


    It hurts! Why does it hurt so much!


    As if he had experienced all the pain in his life, and then multiplied by hundreds of times! All the pain was wedged into his head, pounding his nerves like a storm.


    Mo Yi''s eyes were black and he could hardly breathe.


    I don''t know why, with the pain, a manic mood rises, rolling along the blood, transpiration, fermentation, like a sleeping beast seizing the opportunity, impacting the cage of the bottom of my heart.


    Roar, roar, vent the amazing desire to dominate!


    The fury from nowhere dominates Mo Yi''s reason and body. He makes a lot of efforts and gets rid of the shackles of fog around him!


    The body under the palm is cold and strong, as if it contains infinite power and terrifying explosive force.


    A desire for destruction rose in my heart.


    Mo Yi can''t help but show a nervous smile, burying himself in the man''s neck socket and biting down hard and hard!


    The sharp canine teeth pierced his skin. To his surprise, the man''s blood was boiling hot, gushing from the wound, and the salty liquid slid down Mo Yi''s throat into his body,


    the warm heat filled his whole body, and his reason was almost paralyzed. The strong smell of blood made him almost addicted, and the strength between his teeth was generally increased by drugs.


    In the obscurity, Mo Yi found that after he broke free from the shackles, the man did not do anything else. Instead, he connived over his head and exposed his neck socket under his teeth.


    He even gave a low, deep smile.


    Finally, with the only Qingming under the bloody impulse, Mo Yi crossed the man''s shoulder and saw the faint blue light flashing. The number in the air became:


    0:00.


    An out of date electronic music was heard: "congratulations on your successful escape!"


    All the sounds and pictures were pulled away. Mo Yi was in a dark and fainted.


    And one second before he lost consciousness, the last picture that stayed on his retina was The man turned his head sideways and dropped a cold, bloody kiss on his bloody eyelashes.


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 Chapter 16

    Like a dying fish, Mo Yimeng bounces up from the bed, gasping and greedily sucking the air from the outside world.


    The dilated pupil did not focus on the ceiling, he did not know where he was.


    He was the first to notice that there was a strong smell of blood between his lips and teeth, which was full of his senses. Mo Yi could not help but lie down on the edge of the bed and retch. However, he could not vomit anything out of his tumultuous stomach. On the contrary, his internal organs were rolling, and he could not help himself.


    He propped up his upper body with his elbow blankly, and the picture in his mind slowly came back.


    Mo Yi''s face was pale, but he couldn''t return to God for a long time? Or is it just a real to terrible dream?


    He turned his head stiffly, and glanced around his room in a hurry: the same furniture, the same decoration, everything was familiar, as if nothing had happened. The warm sunshine came in through the unclosed curtains and fell on the edge of his bed. It looked pure and dreamlike.


    Mo Yi is in a trance and pokes his hand in the past. Looking at the light swimming between his thin and pale fingertips and fingers, I felt that as if a generation had passed.


    He reached out and touched his forehead, where it seemed that there was still a dull pain, but the skin under his fingers was smooth and smooth without any trace of injury. Mo Yi takes a long breath and throws himself back on the pillow. However, Yu Guang glances at the cabinet in front of the bed, something that doesn''t belong to this room.


    His body suddenly stiffened, took a few deep breaths, and then slowly reached out and picked it up.


    It was an ordinary piece of paper. There was no pattern on the plain white paper, only a line of low-key bold characters:


    "congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and wish you a happy life."


    Mo Yi: "the picture of deja vu, the pit father of deja vu.


    He turned over the note and saw another line: the next game starts in seven days, please get ready.


    is as like as two peas in the Yuan Dynasty. The only difference is that the bottom line of the note is more than a line of words:


    congratulations on finding the hidden branch line. You can receive the reward from the branch line when you enter the game next time.


    Mo Yi is in a state of confusion. There are countless problems in his brain, but no one can answer for him. This feeling is really hard.


    He could only take a deep breath and try to calm himself down.


    At this time, Mo Yi realized that his body was sticky and his thin shirt was stuck on his back, which was extremely uncomfortable.


    He wiped his face and stopped tormenting his brain. He got up and walked into the bathroom with his slippers on.


    The water spray in the nozzle poured down, and the hot water mist evaporated instantly, blurring the mirror on one side.


    Mo Yi takes off his clothes and stands in the spray of hot water. The warm water slides down his body and dispels the cold of body and mind. He raised his head to the splashing water, closed his eyes, pushed his wet black hair behind his forehead, and tried to ignore the bad associations brought about by the white fog.


    He had been refusing to recall, but now the images were uncontrollably in his mind.


    At the end of the game...


    the memory of that time is like looking out through a layer of foggy glass. Even if you still remember the general situation, the details are already blurred.


    The crazy, desperate, manipulative and destructive person is definitely not him.


    What Mo Yi understood was the rational and indifferent self. He always put himself in the position of an onlooker and manipulated his behavior with absolute rationality.


    Because of this, he was able to survive the escape game.


    But now... Mo Yi almost doesn''t know himself.


    He clearly remembers that at that time, his mind was sober, but he seemed to be dominated by a more profound and terrible thing, breaking through the barriers of rationality and surpassing it. What''s more, it almost made him feel that he was like this.


    It reminded him of some very unpleasant memories.


    Mo Yi reaches out to turn off the shower, shakes his wet black hair, and pulls down his bathrobe.


    Turning his head, his light swept to one side of the mirror.


    In the mirror, the moist water mist behind him... Seems to be slowly condensing into a human figure -


    Mo Yi is shocked!


    He turned his head quickly and looked warily at the narrow bathroom.


    In the steaming bathroom, there is no one else except him. Only the white fog condenses into water drops on the mirror surface, and then slides down slowly, leaving a watermark like tears on the mirror.


    Mo Yi frowned suspiciously. For a moment, he was not sure whether he saw it or not.


    Is he nervous?


    All of a sudden, just then, the doorbell rang out of season.Mo Yi dispels the strange idea in his heart, puts on his T-shirt in a hurry, opens the door of the bathroom and walks to the door.


    He wiped his hair casually, reached out and opened the door. The man standing outside gave him a brilliant smile.


    Mo Yi was stunned.


    The dream and the reality finally blend at the moment, and he no longer doubts that he has had a long nightmare - after all, there is no more real evidence than a living person.


    Mo Yi lifted up the corner of his lips and showed a light smile:


    "are you not dead?"


    Jiang Yuanbai''s smile was stagnant, and his eyes were filled with a little sadness: "Hey, is that how you treat your revolutionary comrades! It''s unlucky to say that you can''t die! "


    Mo Yi picks eyebrow, side lower body, let Jiang Yuanbai come in.


    "To tell you the truth, I really thought I was finished!" While walking, Jiang Yuanbai continued: "when I was in the dreamland, that monster turned into you to deceive me. To tell you the truth, I have no idea when he changed you - my God, it''s really breathtaking!"


    "I remember sitting on the sofa, but I couldn''t remember being controlled by Yuan''s face


    He frowned uncertainly: "it seems that there is a little girl, she seems to Protecting me? And then I heard the voice of the task done. "


    After that, Jiang Yuanbai took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Mo Yi. The material of the paper was as simple as his one. Mo Yi turned to the back and saw it read: "the next game will start nine days later. Please get ready."


    Mo Yi is not surprised that their time is different.


    What attracted his attention was the following line of small words: "congratulations on helping other players find the hidden branch line. Next time you enter the game, you can get the corresponding reward. I wish you a happy game."


    Mo Yi frowned and thought.


    Survival is the main line of this escape game. After it is achieved, there is no reward. The next thing waiting for players is an endless world of terror.


    And there''s a reward for reaching a branch line, or just helping to reach it - maybe that''s the key to escape this cycle of terror?


    Suddenly, Mo Yi remembered something. He squinted at Jiang Yuanbai and asked in a deep voice:


    "wait, how did you find me?"


    Hearing this, Jiang Yuanbai suddenly jumped out of his sofa and said in a hurry:


    "Oh, I forgot my business here! I remember you said that! All in all - Oh, it''s hard to say. I''ll take you to meet someone! You will know when you go! "


    Mo Yi slowly shook his head: "No


    Obviously, he didn''t expect that he would refuse so decisively. Jiang Yuanbai was stunned and looked at him tongue tied. He didn''t know what to say.


    "I''m going to the gym downstairs for life."


    ¡­¡­


    Jiang Yuanbai???


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 Chapter 17

    Jiang Yuanbai looks at Mo Yi blankly, and he doesn''t know what to say.


    Just then, a slight knock on the door suddenly rang.


    Mo Yi frowned, went to the porch, opened the door, and looked at the unexpected guest in front of him.


    It was a slender woman with long brown hair hanging over her shoulders, a pair of dark brown eyes of the same color as her hair. Her eyes were big and round, and her delicate features looked quiet and bookish.


    She raised her big soft eyes, looked Mo Yi up and down, and then blew a long rascal whistle.


    Mo Yi: ---???


    The woman stroked her long hair, put out a white palm, and said with a smile, "Jiang yuanrou."


    Mo Yi then found that the woman''s facial features and Jiang Yuanbai are quite similar, they are a gentle look without threat.


    He hesitated for a moment, or stretched out his hand to loosely grasp her fingertip, and replied, "Mo Yi."


    After that, Mo Yi side body, let Jiang yuanrou into the room, behind her conveniently closed the door.


    Jiang Yuanbai, who has been silent since just now, comes forward and stands beside Jiang yuanrou. He introduces to Mo Yi with embarrassment:


    "that, this is me Sister, she is also a player in this escape game. She was the one I said I wanted you to meet


    Jiang Yuan squinted at Mo Yi and said:


    "I think it''s better to have a detailed talk with someone, not to mention the person who saved my brother''s life, so I decided to visit him in person."


    After saying that, she looked up at Mo Yi, and her expression suddenly became serious. She asked coldly:


    "- you triggered the hidden task, right?"


    Mo Yi emptied his eyes and nodded.


    Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath, calmed down for a moment, and continued: "this escape game has a hidden rule. Once you trigger the hidden task, the difficulty of the game will increase greatly."


    Listen to her words, Mo Yi can''t help but be stunned, flashed in his mind before the picture, complexion slowly dignified.


    At that time, Shen Lei warned to those who wanted to stay: those who wanted to seek the truth did not end well.


    And Indeed, after the announcement that they had triggered a hidden mission, the speed of the fog began to increase significantly, and after that, they were all mortal.


    Jiang yuanrou looked up at Mo Yi and continued:


    "not only that, the difficulty of each game is completely random, but you are also really unlucky The first game is a copy of difficulty A. you are lucky to come out alive. "


    She paused, as if thinking of something, and added:


    "Oh, yes, and The game doesn''t allow players to reveal its existence in any way to the unknowns, so everyone is completely ignorant when they first enter the game. "


    Mo Yi frowned: "not allowed? What do you mean


    Jiang yuanrou shrugged her shoulders and suddenly went to the window, opened the window and cried out: "I was..."


    But by the time the second word was said, her voice had completely disappeared, as if it had been silenced. She coughed in pain, staggered back, and pulled up the window with trembling hands.


    Jiang yuanrou took a few deep breaths, and her suddenly pale face recovered a little red. She said in a hoarse voice: "it''s almost like this. You want to speak out, or you want to type and send messages. It''s like knowing your voice, and then it will stop you. And sometimes And a little bit of punishment. "


    She swayed unsteadily and then sat down on the sofa.


    Jiang Yuanbai subconsciously took a step forward, but immediately stopped, frowning at his sister.


    Jiang yuanrou looked at him with a feeling, then turned to Mo Yi and said, "in fact, I only knew that Yuanbai was forced into this escape game, and even triggered the hidden task for the second time. Even more incredible is After the difficulty of the copy increased, three people survived. "


    "Three people?" Jiang Yuanbai was stunned.


    Jiang yuanrou nodded and plucked her hair behind her ears with her slender fingers: "yes, Shen Lei also survived."


    Jiang Yuanbai was shocked, and asked stumbling: "wait, wait How do you know Shen Lei? "


    "Otherwise, how do you think I found out you were pulled in?" Jiang yuanrou bent her lips, but there was no smile in her brown pupils:


    "strictly speaking, Shen Lei was still brought into the industry by me."


    Instead of looking at Jiang Yuanbai''s face, she turned to Mo Yi with a smile on her face:


    "you know, for a newcomer, after triggering the hidden task, she not only successfully completed the task, but also brought three teammates to live. This is also incredible." Jiang yuanrou''s brown eyes flashed, looked at Mo Yi, and continued:"But since the protagonist is the famous one, maybe it''s not so hard to accept, is it?"


    Smell speech, Mo Yi''s facial expression suddenly faded down, a pair of dark pupils in no mood, quietly looking at the woman in front of him.


    The look in his eyes was inexplicably frightening.


    Jiang yuanrou blinked at him and covered his heart with exaggeration:


    "Hey, don''t look at me like this! To be honest, I didn''t expect one to be such a handsome man. "


    When she said the last word, she narrowed her eyes again and turned around Mo Yi, looking as if she wanted to whistle again.


    Jiang Yuanbai, standing on one side, is not well. He looks at Jiang yuanrou and Mo Yi with a blank face. His brain is in a state of complete paralysis due to too much information.


    Jiang yuanrou continued: "although triggering hidden tasks will bring great risks, but high risks are often accompanied by high profits. There is no reward for the main task of the game to ''live'', but the hidden task is different. It will reward corresponding points."


    She looked up at Mo Yi: "and points It can change almost everything, like - your career. "


    Jiang Yuanbai, on one side, finally rebooted his brain and recovered from the crash. With a dreamy look on his face, he interrupted: "so, so, is Mo Yi really one?"


    The world''s top hacker, one?


    The legendary figure who disappeared for nearly ten years after the most brilliant moment?


    Maybe this can explain his thin and weak After all, hackers are programmers too?


    Jiang Yuanbai''s thoughts suddenly deviated.


    He glanced up at Mo Yi''s head secretly, and then took a long breath in secret:


    great, very thick.


    when he left, Jiang yuanrou left him a business card.


    Her name and phone number were written in simple bold on the silver card.


    Mo Yi sat in front of the table for a long time. The business card was in the middle of the table, which flashed a little light in the fading room.


    It''s already dark, and the room without lights is shrouded in a chaotic twilight. Mo Yi sits still on the sofa, almost melting into a corner silhouette in the dark. On his side, in the palm of his hand, there is a piece of paper from the game.


    I don''t know how long, he finally stood up.


    However, because he has been holding a posture for too long, he is slightly staggered. Mo Yi quickly reaches out to stabilize his body and subconsciously presses his palm on the TV remote control which is placed aside.


    The wide screen TV on the opposite wall was turned on. The room, which was still dark and hazy, was filled with sound, color, light and shadow floating on the screen.


    There is a news in it:


    " The body of the girl who was missing for 22 years was found. The murderer is suspected to be... "


    Mo Yimeng looked up, as if all the sounds were gone from the ear, the whole world only left himself and the voice of the female announcer in front of his eyes.


    He was stiff and blank.


    The black pupil reflects the shrinking screen, in which is an enlarged old photo.


    It was a small and thin girl, dressed in a big, old dirty shirt, showing a timid smile at the camera.


    Zhao Qiulan.


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 Chapter 18

    Mo Yi''s eyes are heavy. He reaches out and picks up the card on the table and dials the number on it.


    After two beeps, the opposite side quickly picked up the phone.


    He was silent, and the other side did not make a sound. Soft and even breath came from the other end of the receiver. Finally, Mo Yi broke the silence by opening his mouth: "I agree."


    "Good." Jiang yuanrou seemed to be relieved and replied with a smile: "I''ll come to pick you up right away."


    Mo Yi pressed off the phone, drooping his eyes, looking at the mobile phone screen slowly fade down, finally returned to the dark.


    Jiang yuanrou hopes to cooperate with him.


    This game is a matter of life and death. If you are not careful, you may die. But the other party obviously has a lot of favorable information and resources. Cooperation with Jiang yuanrou is undoubtedly the choice of maximizing interests.


    But, it may be a little inconceivable


    In fact, Mo Yi refused at the beginning.


    He is a cautious and suspicious person, even if he is too cautious and suspicious. Otherwise, he would not be able to disappear and trace after the great disturbance ten years ago.


    Only paranoia can survive in this world.


    He will subconsciously stay away from all the people and things around him. Unless he has to, he will never establish any level of fetters.


    It''s like an island in a crowd.


    Mo Yi unconsciously rubbed the business card in his hand, his increasingly cold fingertips crossed the uneven hot stamping fonts on the surface, his eyes drooped, and he sat quietly in the dark.


    He hated meaningless death, so in the game that just ended, he worked so hard to keep himself alive.


    However, he was not afraid of its coming, and even - undeniably, sometimes he even had some secret expectation of death itself.


    The reality is too boring, too easy to predict, no challenge, and this game hides too many mysteries


    This almost makes him inevitable, difficult to suppress the impulse to explore.


    Just now, when watching the news in front of the TV, he felt a feeling that he had not seen for a long time. The hot red blood pounded the eardrum, agitated and yelled at the same voice:


    excited.


    It reminds him of the excitement he experienced when he saw the code for the first time: watching the beautiful numbers rapidly produce and fade in the computer, and the regular rhythm makes them almost like a whirling and vibrating life, which is hard to control.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked out of the window. The light outside was broken and reflected in the bottom of his eyes, as if the thousands of flowers were smashed, flashing light in his pupils.


    He stood up, opened the door and walked out without hesitation or looking back.


    ¡¤


    Jiang yuanrou is waiting for him downstairs.


    The smooth curve of the sports car reflects the bright light under the streetlights. She leans against the station, and the car is beautiful and pleasing to the eyes.


    Seeing Mo Yi coming out, Jiang yuanrou''s eyes lit up. She ran to open the door for him and asked him to get on the bus with a smile. She was a little girl.


    People around him cast envious and envious eyes.


    Humph! The world of faces!


    Sure enough, only good-looking can do what you want!


    Jiang yuanrou still has a smile on her face, as if she didn''t notice the eyes of outsiders. Her eyes were bright and she was staring at Mo Yi.


    Like, familiar eyes.


    Mo Yi felt cold.


    Why does he always have the illusion of being taken advantage of?


    He put aside his mind''s rambling thoughts, quickened his pace and scurried into the car.


    The door closed behind him, blocking out the dim vision from the outside. The


    seat is an expensive leather texture. The car is filled with a faint smell of lady perfume. The air conditioning temperature is just right, and comfortable cold air is outward.


    It''s clean and tidy, with almost no personal trace.


    Mo Yi takes back his sight without trace.


    At this time, Jiang yuanrou had already sat in the driver''s seat, stretched out her hand to remember the seat belt. She looked at Mo Yi through the rearview mirror and said with a smile:


    "I''m scared to death. I''m afraid you''ll disappear without a trace. I don''t have any more points to exchange for your whereabouts!"


    Mo Yi''s face did not have any redundant expression, just quietly dropped his eyes.


    I have to say that''s how he prepared at the beginning.


    Jiang yuanrou continued: "however, if I don''t show a little dry goods, I''m afraid you won''t consider my proposal at all. That''s why I''m out of danger."


    Mo Yi squints his eyes and looks at Jiang yuanrou. They look up in the rearview mirror:


    "it''s a young lady who can support the whole Jiang group."


    Jiang yuanrou smiles. It seems that she is not very surprised that Mo Yi knows her identity. She says:


    "since I was forced to participate in the game, I have been gradually withdrawn from the public view and gradually from the management. After all, no one knows what the identity of the people who participate in the game like himself is. Do you want to do something about it in reality. It''s also for If anything happens to me, the whole group will be able to function normally. "All of a sudden, she remembered something and added:


    "moreover, all the players who joined this escape game can''t leave a specific face in any video tool. No matter it''s a video or a photo, after coming out, the face is a blur. It''s bad for a group of people to have this kind of supernatural phenomenon."


    Jiang yuanrou pretended to be relaxed and smiling, but there was still a little gloomy color in her brown eyes:


    "so now, I''m just an idle lady of the Jiang family. I''m only responsible for drinking and drinking."


    There was silence in the car for a moment, and the neon lights outside the window flashed through the car. The color blocks like the magic lights were broken and reorganized, changing their shapes quickly.


    The next minute, Jiang yuanrou converged all her exposed emotions. Her clear voice lost her previous fragility. When her voice sank, the whole person became serious:


    "that''s why I want to cooperate with you."


    Mo Yi raises eyebrows and looks up at her.


    Jiang yuanrou stares at the driveway in front of him. He has clear eyebrows and deep eyes. He can''t see any emotion in his dark pupils:


    "you must have known that the main task of this game is no reward. When you survive in one copy, there will be more horror world waiting for you, almost There is no end. "


    Mo Yi frowned and keenly grasped the key words: "almost? What do you mean? "


    "Yes." Jiang yuanrou looked at him in the rearview mirror: "there is still the possibility of escaping."


    After a pause, she went on to say:


    "that is to complete the hidden task and get points. If you have enough points, you will have the qualification to exchange and leave this terrible cycle, but The authority of the store is gradually opened. The more points, the more goods can be displayed. Unfortunately, my points are not enough, so I don''t know how much I need to exchange to leave the game


    Mo Yi nodded and suddenly seemed to think of something. He asked:


    "since your authority is not enough to open this commodity, how do you know that it really exists?"


    Jiang yuanrou clenched the steering wheel hand without a trace and replied:


    "yes A friend of mine, who has a lot of experience, is the information he gave me. But in the last copy, he planted it


    Mo Yi is not good at this situation. After a long time of thinking, he can only squeeze out two words: " I''m sorry. "


    Jiang yuanrou smiles, and then goes on to say:


    "if you don''t have enough points, sooner or later, the players will come to this end.


    As long as you exchange points for props, you can choose who you want to enter the copy with. No matter whether it is to complete or assist in completing hidden tasks, there will be points, so I hope to cooperate with you - this is the most efficient way to complete the task. "


    She made her calculations and thoughts clear. Obviously, it is wise and open-minded to speak with Mr. bu.


    Mo Yi gently rubbed his index finger knuckles, thoughtfully looking at the reflection of the floating shadow on the window, there was no wave in the dark pupil.


    "Has anyone ever escaped?" he asked suddenly


    Jiang yuanrou was silent for a moment and then replied, "yes. However, many of the rules and permissions in this game are linked to points. If you don''t meet the requirements of points, you won''t be able to access relevant information. "


    The implication is that she doesn''t know more information.


    At this time, Jiang yuanrou''s speed slowed down, and then slowly stopped.


    Looking out of the window, Mo Yi suddenly had an ominous premonition: "is this here?"


    Jiang yuanrou did not give a positive answer, but showed him a sweet smile from the rearview mirror:


    "I heard yuan Bai say that you are not very healthy? Afraid it''s a little lack of exercise? And you''re going to have a lifetime fitness membership? "


    Mo Yi:


    Is it too late for him to regret it now?


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 Chapter 19

    It was as if someone held his throat and brought a strong sense of suffocation. The turbid darkness turned into substance, which was like the tide. It oppressed his mouth and nose, and pulled him into the endless abyss -


    "didi di -"


    Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, his back was wet with sweat, his chest was undulating, and he was slightly panting.


    There was an endless chill all over his body, licking his skin as if there was life, eroding and swallowing his body temperature.


    Mo Yi''s brain is a little blank. He was stunned for several seconds before he found his consciousness. He reached for his hand, groped around slowly, and pressed the alarm clock at the head of his bed.


    The shrill and shrill alarm bell finally disappeared, and the room was restored to its former dead tranquility.


    Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the electronic clock on the bedside table.


    The time and date are displayed on the square screen, and the glittering green light flashes in the dark room.


    Mo Yi''s eyes stay on the top for a moment, then move away from his eyes.


    On May 9th, today is his second escape game.


    During these seven days, Jiang yuanrou popularized the information and rules she knew about the game to him, and she was too enthusiastic to invite herself to take part in the fitness. Unfortunately, after all, the seven days was too short, and his physique did not change much.


    Moreover, Mo Yi refuses to recall that Jiang yuanrou''s exclusive nutritionist and doctor, after examining his body, showed emotions like "today''s young people...".


    What''s wrong with the tech house! Have you eaten your rice!


    He slowly got out of bed and shuffled his slippers to the bathroom.


    "Click" to turn on the bathroom light, warm yellow light instantly dispelled the darkness, lit up the room.


    Mo Yi blinked reflexively. After adapting to the sudden strong light, he stepped in. He reached out to turn on the faucet and took the cold water to wash his face.


    Mo Yi was excited by the cold and completely sobered up.


    He raised his head, and his eyes stopped on his blurred face in the mirror.


    Mo Yi was stunned, hesitantly stretched out his right hand and gently wiped it on the mirror surface. There were clear finger marks on the blurred mirror surface, leaving a moist and cold touch on the finger, as if still staying on the mirror.


    Fog.


    Mo Yi watched his reflection on that small piece of clean mirror.


    His facial features are wet and drenched. His pale skin is flushed by cold water. His black eyelashes are moistened into wisps and wisps. The water drops fall down the arc of his cheek and drips on the clavicle and neck. The cold is piercing.


    He looked at himself in the mirror with a gloomy look.


    It''s not too hot at the beginning of may here. He doesn''t have the habit of turning on the air conditioner and humidifier at any time. It''s impossible to get up in the middle of the night to turn on the hot water


    How can fog appear on the mirror?


    In the heart unknown premonition is more prosperous, Mo Yi''s mind is in a mess, as if in the back.


    He remembered that in the last game, he drank the "human" blood, is it any sequelae?


    Previously, Mo Yi asked Jiang yuanrou relevant questions in her conversation, but she obviously did not know about it.


    In her opinion, this fog copy appears to be responsible for encircling the playing field and swallowing those who try to leave the escape game.


    This copy of Jiang Yuanbai and Mo Yi''s experience is unprecedented to Jiang yuanrou. This is the first time she knows that this strange fog can move, confuse and even attack players.


    And it seems that the nameless fog can condense into human beings Only Mo Yi knows.


    Mo Yi wiped his face by pulling the towel hanging on the side. When he looked up again, the fog on the mirror had disappeared completely, as if what he had just seen was an illusion.


    Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds. He took a deep look at the calm and smooth mirror. Then he turned away his eyes.


    Even if he was right about the fog in his mind, he could not do anything now. What he could do was to stop him by soldiers and cover it up.


    What''s more, he has a lot to do today.


    After he turned around, the screen of his mobile phone, which was conveniently placed on the washing table, lit up, displaying a new message from Jiang yuanrou.


    However, strangely enough, the screen of the mobile phone flashes by itself when no one is operating it:


    "the message has been answered."


    Then another dialog box pops up: "delete message record?"


    Yes.


    - "record deleted".


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 Chapter 20

    It''s four nineteen in the afternoon.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, and his thin fingers unconsciously clenched the strap of his backpack.


    There are only some useful necessities, such as flashlights, lighters, nutrition sticks and so on. Only these are allowed to be brought into the game. Even if weapons or communication tools are taken, they will be forced to stay in the real world due to the imbalance of the game.


    He glanced at his wristwatch. The hands on the watch moved forward one by one. At the moment when he pointed to 12, Mo Yi felt that his eyes were black. When he raised his head again, his side had become a void black.


    The familiar mechanical female voice came to my ear: "welcome player Mo Yi back to the game, in the point settlement..."


    Mo Yi squinted and looked at the scene around him.


    The deep and shallow darkness seems to flow slowly as if there is an entity. There is a sense of danger surging in the deep of the dark. Just watching it will feel very unkind.


    Look carefully, there are countless small strange symbols in the dark, unexpectedly A little bit like data?


    Mo Yi was stunned. He was just about to observe, but he only heard the girl''s voice ring again:


    "the settlement is successful! Congratulations to player Mo Yi for his perfect achievement of level a hidden task "sweet revenge". He will reward 5000 points and open the game store. "


    As the voice dropped, Mo Yi felt a whirl of heaven and earth, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.


    In a deep blue space, there are numerous icons floating in front of you, but only the first few lines are visible, and the rest are gray. The name below is invisible, and it is only marked with "???"


    Points store every time the exchange content is random, can buy useful things depends on luck.


    Before entering the game, Jiang yuanrou told him: there are quite a few commodities here that only seem useful, but in fact there will be various strange restrictions, which are basically equivalent to commercial fraud.


    For example, she once bought a flashlight with the slogan "once charged, permanently renewed". But after buying it, she found that it must be recharged with the solar energy in the game. However, 99% of the copies of this escape game are totally impossible to have sunshine!


    Mo Yi still remembers Jiang yuanrou''s heartbreaking expression when he talked about it.


    At the same time, he glanced at the goods in front of him, and at the same time calculated roughly what he could buy, and how he could maximize the use of points and buy more cost-effective things.


    Just as Mo Yi is about to turn the page backward, his action stops.


    At the bottom corner, there is a product that stands out.


    A gift bag for beginners.


    There is no product preview, there is no product profile, only a piece of gray, the price only needs 10 points.


    Mo YILENG Leng: this commodity Jiang yuanrou did not mention.


    He looked at his 5000 balance and chose to buy it.


    Anyway, there are not many integrals. Let''s try it.


    As soon as he ordered to confirm the payment, he only heard the mechanical female voice in his ear:


    "the purchase of special price goods will consume the consumption opportunity of players this time. Your purchase has been completed, thank you for your patronage! Have a good time


    Wait, you can''t buy anything else with this one? It''s beyond my imagination.


    However, before Mo Yi reacts, he just feels that the girl''s voice has been put into infinity, pounding her eardrum heavily: "the game is transmitting..."


    Before he lost consciousness, the last thought in his mind was:


    -- go to your uncle''s pit father game!


    Mo Yi opened his eyes.


    Under his body was a hard bed board, which was not smooth, which made his back ache. The narrow bed forced his legs to curl up, and the whole person huddled on the bed.


    Mo Yi frowned and got up.


    Cold, dusty, with a musty smell of old wood, and a little cold.


    In front of him was a room which was not very open. The wallpaper of no color was damaged and peeled, revealing the dirty Turquoise wall under it. The wooden side beam supported on the top of the room had been in disrepair for a long time and was falling with dust.


    The top of the head is a very old-fashioned chandelier, tenaciously emitting light. The dim yellow light is weak and dim, illuminating the crooked cross hanging on the opposite wall. It looks gloomy and strange.


    There were six little beds in the room, each the same size as the one under him.


    These beds seem to be specially made for children. They are so narrow and small that it is almost impossible for an adult to straighten his legs on them.


    Mo Yi sits on the edge of the bed, stretching his legs while subconsciously looking at the surrounding environment.


    The room is not big or even crowded. There is only a narrow window on the wall, but it has been nailed to death by wooden boards. The lines around the room are old and rigid, which makes the whole room look closed and oppressive, and almost breathless.He looked out of the window through the irregular gap between the boards. It was the darkness that could not be melted.


    Even if not for the first time, it still gives people a strong sense of oppression.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and looked away.


    Before studying the environment, he always cared about one thing - what was that so-called novice gift bag?


    Mo Yi lowered his head and searched his body.


    Even if he is as calm as he is, he can''t help gnashing his teeth:


    this gift bag that wasted his whole shopping opportunity should have something good in it!


    Finally, at the bottom of the backpack, Mo Yi saw it.


    It was a palm sized box, gray and inconspicuous. There were four small characters written on it in square font: "novice gift bag".


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and took it apart. At the bottom of the box, there was a silver ribbon.


    There was a faint glow on the ribbon, which didn''t seem to be ordinary.


    Mo Yi was stunned and took it out. The soft ribbon wrapped around his fingertips obediently. The ice was cold as water, and the box was empty instantly.


    He gazed at the ribbon in his hand for a few seconds, then looked at the empty box.


    No No instructions?


    What is this for?


    In disbelief, he turned the box upside down. The empty box was still empty.


    Mo Yi''s silence is as follows: Why does he have the illusion of being trapped?


    He took a deep breath, suppressed his inexplicable irritability, and then with the last faint hope, he tied the ribbon around his wrist.


    Maybe when can we find it useful?


    Mo Yi put the backpack away again, hung it on his shoulder, and then stood up.


    This copy Jiang yuanrou originally wanted to follow, but her props had been used up a few weeks ago, and the points store was too random. It had not appeared in her shop for a long time.


    So, this time, she asked a senior person named Song Qi to enter the copy with him. In Jiang yuanrou''s words, Song Qi was:


    "tall and handsome, also very powerful, but a little less talkative".


    He had said that he would tell him the secret code of their meeting before entering the copy, but he had been waiting for a whole day, but he didn''t receive any news from her, and he couldn''t get through the phone. It seems that things may be yellow.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes: Well, he didn''t really want to form a team with other people under the risk of exposing his identity. In addition, he wanted to explore many parts of the game by himself, but it was in the way of teammates.


    Now it''s time for him to meet the other players.


    Mo Yi walked out. Suddenly, he felt his feet touch something soft. He lowered his head and saw a brown teddy bear lying beside his feet.


    It looked old, and the yellowish stuffing came out of the hole in the cub, but it was clean and there was no dust.


    In this room, every corner is covered with thick dust, as if no one has been there for many years.


    This clean bear looks out of place with its surroundings.


    The dust on one side of the ground is intact, and there is no trace of people passing by.


    Mo Yi bent down and looked at it carefully.


    Teddy bear''s brown fur is sparse, and its limbs are barely hanging on its limbs. It lacks an eye. The only black eye is gray and twisted on its face.


    Mo Yi''s eyes flashed meditation, but before he could do anything, he could only hear the familiar noise coming from outside.


    And it seems to be even more intense than in the previous copy -


    he was stunned, looked up, no longer cared about the teddy bear, and went out in a hurry.


    Mo Yi opened the door and saw a long dark corridor in front of him. The quarrel became louder and louder.


    He did not care to observe the environment in front of him and walked quickly to one end of the corridor following the sound.


    As soon as Mo Yi arrived at the hall, he saw a woman in a short skirt yelling at the crowd. Her sharp voice raised, and her eardrum almost hurt:


    "-- who sent you here? I don''t care. I don''t have time to play with you! I''ll go now and see who dares to stop me? "


    As she spoke, she went out in a huff and opened the door.


    Then, the woman lost her voice and looked at the door in a daze:


    it was the emptiness and darkness in the real sense, as if the whole building had been deeply immersed in the darkness of entity, and coldly pressed over, as if it was the manifestation of boundless malice and danger.


    It brings people speechless terror and horror.


    The woman froze in the spot, and the others were stunned, staring at the supernatural scene in front of her.


    The thick, dark fog mingled with the darkness, and then slowly, like a living creature, poked its tentacles into the door and oppressed it inward¡ª¡ªMo Yi''s heart suddenly ruthlessly shrinks, the experience of the last copy of the moment jumped into his mind!


    His hair bristled, warning words stuck in his throat, ready to cry out subconsciously.


    The next second, a person suddenly a lunge rushed to the past, pushed open the woman, the door mercilessly closed!


    A loud bang of "bang" broke the silence of the room, and dust rustled down from the dilapidated door, closing the door of endless darkness and terrible fog.


    Wisps of mist slowly dissipated between the cracks under the door.


    The woman who was still making a lot of noise just now was pale. She seemed to realize that this was not just a joke. She sat on the ground in a mess and looked at the man who rushed out.


    After closing the door, the man glanced at her coldly and never looked at the woman sitting on the ground again.


    Mo Yi took a long breath and could not help but grip his stiff fingers. Only then did he realize that his palms were wet with cold sweat.


    How close They almost played GG before the game started.


    At this time, the familiar sweet voice sounded:


    "Hello, welcome to the big live escape game - stay alive. Your only task is to live 72 hours in the orphanage.


    Here are some tips for you:


    good children, good children, don''t break the rules


    good children, good children, can play games.


    Have a good time. "


    As soon as the voice of the female voice dropped, a line of blue countdown appeared in the darkness outside the window:


    71:59:59


    the air was filled with strange silence.


    Mo Yi pursed her lips and looked thoughtfully out of the window:


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 Chapter 21

    Jiang yuanrou once told him that the more the number of people, the shorter the survival time, the more difficult the copy is.


    Mo Yi glanced at the crowd that slowly gathered over, and silently counted 9 people in the bottom of his heart.


    In his mind:


    nine people survived for three days. It seems that the difficulty of this copy is moderate.


    At this time, the man who rushed out to close the door just now raised his eyes and looked at the crowd. He cleared his throat and said, "my name is Zhao Yicheng. I''m a senior person.


    As you can see, the game is real. If you die here, you will die outside. However, this time, the luck is good, and the difficulty is not very big. "


    After that, he stopped for a moment, looked around the gathered players seriously, and continued: "we should have five senior people here, and we can just take the other five newcomers in pairs to find clues, and the survival probability is also higher."


    Mo Yi is surprised and raises his head - wait, 10 people?


    Last second, he counted only nine people!


    At the moment, the crowd has begun to stir, the chaos is more and more difficult to count the number.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows wrinkled, fingers slowly tightened, trim neat, round fingernails, the palm of the hand hurt faintly.


    Just now Is he wrong in counting, or is it just one more "person"?


    He took a deep breath, calmed down his miscellaneous emotions, and tried to suppress the sudden rising uneasiness in his heart:


    in any case, he had to adapt to circumstances.


    At the moment, people are looking for partners to form teams with each other.


    The veteran and the newcomer are actually easy to identify. The panicked and unarmed are the first-time players in the game, while the more calm and well-equipped senior players are.


    Perhaps, because of Mo Yi''s outstanding appearance and unusual calm expression, two new girls threw their hopeful eyes at him with tears. Even the short skirt woman who had just made a lot of noise secretly looked at him and walked towards him through the crowd.


    Mo Yi can''t help but feel numb in his scalp.


    ¡­¡­ He doesn''t want experienced teammates to disturb his exploration, but that doesn''t mean he wants to bring new people!


    One of the girls had come up to him and was about to say something.


    Mo Yi was flustered and couldn''t help but step back.


    The girl who was about to open her mouth couldn''t help but act stiff and cast an injured look at him.


    Just then, a voice sounded behind him, cold and low, as if it could bring the vibration in the air:


    "sorry, he and I formed a team."


    Mo Yi was also frightened by the sound and turned to look behind him.


    From the corner of the room, a man of high stature came out to Mo Yi, stopped and looked down at each other.


    This man''s appearance is amazing, a pair of light colored eyes are gloomy gray, in the light flashing inorganic cold light, almost like a cold-blooded animal without emotion, just being watched makes people feel cold-blooded.


    The oppressive sense of oppression almost makes people''s eyes ache, just like facing a sharp blade.


    My sister didn''t hold back a moment.


    At the same time, another girl arrived at the battlefield. She looked at the three men. Although she was a little timid, she still spoke in a defiant voice:


    "but the big brother just said Senior and new team, you two senior is not good? "


    The man''s eyes moved and looked at the girl who was talking, and the corner of his lip curled up an arc without temperature:


    "who told you that I was a senior?"


    Two girls:.... "


    Do you lie to ghosts?? How can you be a newcomer?


    Mo Yi stood aside, looking at the development of the situation delicately.


    How could he have the illusion that he was the leading actor of the harem?


    At this time, Zhao Yicheng, who spoke just now, noticed the extraordinary commotion here and came over.


    The two girls seemed to see the Savior and told the story all over again.


    Zhao Yicheng seems to have met this kind of thing for the first time. He is stunned when he hears the speech. He looks up at the man for a few seconds and then suddenly realizes.


    He began to placate: "this little brother didn''t take anything in his hand. He should also be a new person. Maybe I didn''t look at it carefully just now. Because he was too calm, he was counted as a senior."


    The two girls looked at the man''s empty hands at the same time, and then they said nothing more.


    "Well, you''d better look at this little brother''s opinion." Looking at Mo Yi, Zhao Yicheng opened his mouth and said, "who do you want to form a team with?"


    Mo Yi frowned without trace and was about to say something.


    However, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind:


    is this person Jiang yuanrou who found him senior team mate?


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at the man standing on his side: it seems that he is really tall and handsome, and he doesn''t like talking too much?He thought for a moment, but his face remained silent.


    Mo Yi blinked, looked at Zhao Yicheng, and said without changing his face:


    "I''d better form a team with this brother. I''ll be shy if I team up with girls."


    Zhao Yicheng and his two younger sisters:.... " How did this person come up with a reason for this.


    However, since the parties have spoken, it is not good for other people to entangle more, so they have to walk away resentfully.


    Looking at several people''s backs away, Mo Yi turned his head to look at the man and asked in a low voice:


    " Song Qi


    The man looked at him, gently squinted at the light colored eyes, the expression in the eyes was unpredictable, and then a low "um" sound.


    Mo Yi is a little relieved, it seems that he did not recognize the wrong person.


    He smiles to Song Qi: "Yuan Rou didn''t contact me. I thought you didn''t plan to come."


    Hearing this, Song Qi''s eyebrows wrinkled imperceptibly. He turned to look at Mo Yi. Before he could say anything, Zhao Yicheng, who was not far away, cleared his throat and said:


    "since everyone has formed a good team, let''s explore it separately. The tips given by the game are very important, which may be the clues to survive. Once someone finds out something, it will be Share it. "


    With the leader, the mood of the crowd was much more stable than before. Although they were still nervous, they all nodded in agreement, and then scattered in two or three.


    Mo Yi saw with keen eyes that because of Song Qi and his own team, Zhao Yicheng divided two more three person teams to ensure the existence of at least one senior person in a team.


    At this time, Song Qi side head, said to Mo Yi: "let''s go."


    Mo Yi hesitated for a moment and replied, "OK, but I have a place I want to see first."


    Song Qi nodded and agreed.


    The orphanage covers a large area and its internal structure seems rather complicated.


    A circular hall connects four dark corridors. The end of each corridor can''t be seen clearly in the dim light. The whole building is filled with a cold smell of dust, as if the air is also floating an unknown smell.


    Mo Yi walked inward along the original road while observing the surrounding environment.


    The building is obviously very old. All the utensils are covered with dust as if they have been for centuries. The dirty wallpaper is stained by the old dirt. It can''t see the original color. It is crumpled and pasted on the wall. Several places have peeled off and exposed the damp gray brown wall.


    Several old and worn-out hanging lamps were hanging on the wall askew, difficultly emitting weak light, but they could not light all corners. In the cold darkness, it seemed that something was always waiting for an opportunity.


    The lifeless corridor was long and narrow, and the people could hardly breathe.


    However, Mo Yi noticed that although it looked old and dilapidated, every piece of furniture and utensils were still very complete. It seemed that it had not been completely abandoned.


    Mo Yi opened the door and went into the room where he woke up.


    Everything was exactly the same as when he left: Six narrow beds were arranged in two columns in a cramped room.


    The window, which was blocked by wooden strips, was askew. Through the spacious gap, you could see the blue countdown floating in the endless darkness outside.


    The light on the top of my head was dim, and I managed to light up the room.


    His eyes fell on the ground -


    the old teddy bear was gone.


    And in that dust covered ground, lying quietly a small yellow note, it is simply folded in half, can not see the content inside.


    Mo Yi''s heart jumped. He stepped forward and bent over to pick up the note.


    Unfolding the note, I saw an empty gallows on it in childish strokes.


    Under the gallows, there are a line of children''s handwriting written in colored crayons:


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 Chapter 22

    Mo Yi''s brow slowly wrinkled, fingers unconsciously tightened, leaving a shallow trace on the rough paper surface of the note.


    find me£¿


    He remembered the prompt given at the beginning of the game:


    "only good children, good children, can we play the game."


    Does this game mean hide and seek? If so, who is he going to find? What does it mean if he wins?


    So What if he loses?


    There are countless mysteries in Mo Yi''s brain. How can you think of it.


    He looked up to Song Qi and opened his mouth to say something.


    But they suddenly bump into each other''s eyes and gaze at themselves. The light colored eyes are extremely focused in the half bright and half dark light. The thin pupil is like the snake pupil, which is almost frightening.


    Mo Yi''s heart suddenly, a sense of crisis spread from the back.


    When he looked again, he saw Song Qi squatting down beside him and looked at the note in his hand:


    "why? What did you find? "


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes, and his thick black eyelashes hung down to cover the surging emotion in his eyes.


    He handed the note to Song Qi. When he took the note and looked at it carefully, Mo Yizi said casually:


    "by the way, how did you recognize me in the beginning?"


    Song Qi replied, "Jiang yuanrou told me that you are the best person to look at in that crowd."


    Mo Yi: It sounds like Jiang yuanrou''s style.


    "But she also told me about your appearance." Song Qi raised his eyes and looked at him: "otherwise I can''t recognize you with one eye."


    Mo Yi frowned and asked again the question that had not been answered in the hall just now:


    "however, Jiang yuanrou said that he had not informed me of the secret code when I met you. I thought you would not come."


    After listening to this sentence, Song Qi raised his head to look at him, narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "I will come."


    Mo Yi was stunned Ah? How can this be senseless?


    The next second, Song Qi lowered his head again, as if nothing had happened and explained:


    "I have temporarily received a list with new people. When the copy comes out, you have already entered the game, and have not come to contact you."


    Jiang yuanrou did say that there will be standby time before the copy is opened. As long as the props are used during this period, the same copy can still be entered.


    It can also be explained.


    What''s more, this song Qi also knows Jiang yuanrou''s name - you know, she''s hiding her identity without any leakage.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and continued to ask:


    "speaking of all, you just told the two girls that you are new. What about the things you bring


    Song Qi face color unchanged, explained: "it''s just a simple props, game store exchange."


    After that, he reached out and saw the shape of a backpack. When he let go, the edge of the backpack disappeared in the air again.


    Mo Yi nods, the suspicion that is hidden in the eyes finally fades a little.


    He took the note from Song Qi, reached for the railing and stood up.


    Suddenly, just at this moment, Mo Yi''s action stopped.


    His eyes fell on the sign at the head of the bed.


    The brand is very old, covered with dust and dirt, but the handwriting can still be seen.


    It says in beautiful lettering: Iris municipal orphanage.


    After these English words, they are followed by two standard Chinese characters - "Moyi".


    Is it your own name?


    Mo Yi''s back is cool. He takes it up in a hurry. He quickly walks to the other beds and checks the famous brand on it.


    ¡°daniel¡±¡¢¡°tommy¡±¡¢¡°john¡±¡­¡­


    In addition to the bed where he woke up, there were signs in front of the other beds with common English names, which should be the names of every orphan lying in those beds.


    Mo Yi''s heart is in a mess. He stands in front of the bed at the end and turns his head to the bed he wakes up to -


    under the dim light, the dust filled room is quiet and frightening, and the narrow bed is half hidden in the darkness of the corner. It looks lonely and strange, as if he is waiting for something quietly.


    A thought flashed into Mo Yi''s mind:


    such a signature method is like He was one of the orphanages.


    All of a sudden, there was a fierce noise outside the door, which pulled Mo Yi out of his immersed thoughts. He was in a trance for a moment, and his eyes were suddenly clear.


    Mo Yi turned his head and said to Song Qi standing on the side, "go and have a look.".


    Then, he took the lead to go out, Song Qi looked at his back, stopped, and followed him out.Just arrived at the entrance of the hall, before entering, I heard a sharp scream like fingernail scratching glass:


    "-- ah


    Mo Yi''s pace was imperceptible. He resisted the impulse to reach out and rub his aching ears. Then he stepped out of his long legs and stepped in at a faster pace.


    A corpse was hanging on the door of the hall.


    It was a man, hanging stiff in the air, his black face swollen and congested. He looked straight at Mo Yi''s direction with eyes in his eyes. His turbid eyes protruded and his face was frightened and twisted, as if he had seen something terrible before he died.


    All around them were pale, and one of the women sat on the ground with limp legs, trembling and afraid to look up. Her face was full of tears - obviously, she was the source of the scream.


    At the moment, Zhao Yicheng came out from behind the crowd, raised his voice and comforted him: "don''t panic. The most important problem now is to find out why this gentleman died, so as to avoid becoming the next victim."


    Another senior female also came forward to support his point of view:


    "yes, it is true that this game will never be randomly selected to kill. He must have done something to become this way. As long as we find out the reason and try to avoid it, we can minimize the casualties."


    Although there was still hesitation and panic in the eyes of the crowd, the mood was a little calmer than before.


    The air was moist and cold, mixed with a shallow smell of fear.


    Everyone''s mood is very depressed, after all, less than an hour after the game started, one in ten people had died, and everyone still had no idea how to escape.


    Mo Yi frowned and approached thoughtfully to observe the corpse in front of him.


    It was obvious that the man had just died, and there was still residual temperature on his body, which made his lifeless face look extremely discordant. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was staring at the void. His distorted facial features made almost all people feel physically uncomfortable.


    Although he was suspended from the beam, his face was not black and blue caused by suffocation, and his tongue did not stretch out of the mouth because of tightening his neck.


    Mo Yi''s brow is more and more tight, the doubt in the bottom of his heart is almost ready to come out. His mind is as fast as electricity. The next second, he reaches out to pull the chair aside and step on it.


    The fingers ran neatly around the shoulder of the corpse and touched the back of his neck.


    On one side, several people who saw the action seemed to be stunned by his boldness. They could not help but take a breath of air and stop to look at him.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes are frozen and his fingers are twisted. The skin of the corpse is still soft and elastic. You can clearly feel the strange shape and movement track of the bones in the neck under the skin.


    Sure enough, the neck bone of the corpse was broken, and it was extremely crisp.


    Mo Yi jumped out of the chair, still immersed in his own thoughts.


    He looked up absentmindedly at the body dangling in mid air, pondering thoughtfully.


    Fracture of the neck bone is rarely seen in hanging people, but it is more like hanging.


    The prisoner suddenly falls from the gallows and breaks the victim''s cervical vertebrae by gravity.


    ¡­¡­ gallows?


    Mo Yi eyebrow eyes a Zheng, subconsciously touched the note in his pocket.


    He hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out and unfolded the note to his eyes.


    The crooked gallows on the note coincided with the corpse hanging in front of him inexplicably.


    at this time, strange things happened.


    The crayon painted a hanging figure under the gallows, and a few childish characters appeared on the note.


    The bright red is like fresh blood:


    "my turn". It''s my turn www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!

 Chapter 23

    Mo Yi was surprised.


    He couldn''t help but step back and hit his back against a hard chest.


    At the same time, a deep voice sounded in his ear: "what''s the matter?"


    Mo Yi couldn''t help being in a trance for a second.


    How does he feel Is this tone a little familiar?


    However, Mo Yi is searching hard, but he can''t remember where he heard the timbre.


    He turned his head and looked behind him. Song Qi was standing against the light. The light behind him blurred his face and was looking down at him.


    Mo Yi "..."


    Although they are about the same size, but How do you feel the goods are a centimeter or two higher than him?


    He blinked, as if nothing had happened to Song Qi, and then turned around and handed him the odd note.


    Song Qi took a deep look at him and took the note.


    A few other players on the side also noticed the unusual trend here. They all came together and stretched their necks to look at the note in Song Qi''s hand.


    That line of blood red twisted text, almost everyone''s back a cool, subconsciously screen breathing.


    my turn£¿


    It means Now, what about the unknown?


    The air in the whole room was silent for a moment. Only the voice of some people''s laryngeal knots shaking and rolling could be heard.


    A man finally couldn''t stand the atmosphere at the moment. He broke down and grabbed Mo Yi''s skirt. His bloodshot eyes protruded and his black pupils tightened because of tyranny and fear. He growled:


    "what the hell have you done?! Do you want to kill us all to be satisfied? "


    Mo Yi is caught off guard and dragged by. He holds each other''s wrist with his hand subconsciously, trying to break free.


    However, he is too weak chicken, he was directly raised by the furious man.


    Mo Yiqiang???


    All of a sudden, a slender and beautiful hand reached out and gently grasped the man''s hand, but there was no force. The man howled bitterly, shook and released Mo Yi''s hand, and retreated several steps in trembling.


    Mo Yi''s sharp eyes saw that not far away, the man''s thick wrist turned to the opposite direction strangely.


    Suddenly, a figure stepped forward, blocking his view.


    Mo Yi was stunned and looked up at the man in front of him Song Qi?


    Song Qi''s eyes were heavy, but he could not see his emotions. He stretched out his hands to help him straighten his collar. His cold fingertips unconsciously crossed the red mark on Mo Yi''s neck.


    Mo Yi is excited by the temperature of his fingers. Subconsciously, he looks up. But before he can say anything, Song Qi has already released his hands as if nothing had happened.


    He turned to the impulsive man.


    The man''s eyes were full of fear, and his face was as white as paper because of pain. Seeing Song Qi coming to him, he shivered back, but he still could not match his height and leg length, so he reached out and held his wrist.


    Just listen to a sour "click" sound, wrist return.


    The man was shaking with pain, and the sweat was dripping down the lines on his face.


    Song Qi looked down at him and narrowed his eyes: "I''m sorry, I don''t know what to do."


    After that, he stopped and suddenly gave a low smile: "especially when someone started to do something to my friend."


    The man murmured and trembled his lips, one hand protecting his still aching wrist. He didn''t dare to say anything more. He hung down his head in dismay and cast a sinister and resentful look at Mo Yi Di.


    The atmosphere was embarrassed for a moment.


    Mo Yi cleared his throat. In order to ease the tension, Mo Yi opened his mouth and said:


    "I think this note should be a game for foreign children, called the gallows. One person left the gallows, the other went to look for the body. After finding it, the two pictures can be spelled into a complete word."


    He looked down at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. The scarlet and twisted characters on it were frightening.


    Mo Yi pursed some dry lips and continued: "however, there are many versions of the game. According to the hints at the beginning of the game, the rules in this copy may have something to do with hide and seek, but now there are too few clues. What the specific rules are will have to wait for us to figure out."


    All of you After listening to your explanation, we are even more afraid.


    The air is filled with treacherous silence, the unknown fear opens the invisible arm, slowly covers the whole crowd, quietly devours the remaining reason in everyone''s heart No one knows what will happen next.


    Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the hall.


    It turned out that several other people who went out to look for clues ran back. The two groups of people looked at each other, and both noticed the expression of confusion and fear on each other''s faces.


    The man opposite was holding a piece of paper that was very familiar to him.


    Mo Yi is stunned. He steps forward quickly, reaches out his hand and looks at the note in his handThe familiar crooked handwriting, drawing the same gallows, said: "find me"


    the other party is obviously at a loss, stuttering to explain: "I I don''t know where it came from. I just went back to the room where I woke up and there was this note on the ground


    Several other players who followed the man nodded, showing the same note in their hands.


    Mo Yi frowned and fell into meditation.


    At first, he thought it was a one to many, ghost catching game.


    He was a ghost at the beginning of the game, but when he found the victim and completed the picture, "the other party" became a ghost and wanted to catch the next victim.


    But now, more people have notes in their hands, and the rules of the game have become more confusing.


    What''s the meaning of "my turn"?


    Mo Yi''s heart has a faint uneasiness.


    Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. He was startled, raised his head, raised his voice and said to the crowd, "everyone, go to the room where you wake up and see if you can find the same note!"


    Everyone woke up like a dream, nodded in succession, and scattered in a few seconds.


    The hall lost more than half of the people in an instant.


    Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Song Qi. He bent his lips and said, "thank you just now."


    Although Mo Yi looks good-looking, but most of his time is a calm and rational expression, so he appears particularly indifferent, inhuman and extremely difficult to approach.


    Laughing at the moment, I can''t open my eyes for a moment.


    ¡°¡­¡­ It''s a piece of cake. " Song Qi Leng for a long time to reply: "don''t care."


    He stopped for a moment, and the appearance of aggressive lateral leakage almost disappeared. Song Qi moved away some flashing eyes and tensed his jaw nervously. He whispered:


    "and You''re too thin. It''s not good. "


    After that, he turned around in a hurry and dropped a sentence: "well, I''ll go and see my room, too."


    Looking at Song Qi''s back and half of his black hair reddening ears, Mo Yi thought about it for a long time, and suddenly came to him:


    so Is he shy?


    Mo Yi thought without any sense of guilt: This Song Qi is not so difficult to get along with.


    A few minutes later, they all came back to the hall. Everyone seemed to be out of their wits, holding a familiar piece of paper tightly in their hands.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes are slightly heavy, and the conjecture in his heart has been confirmed.


    Just as he was about to say something, he only listened, and there was a sharp ringing in the hall.


    The ugly metal bells reverberated in the open orphanages, making them noisy and strange.


    The bad memory brought by the ring tone of the last copy makes Mo Yi''s body tense.


    However, the next second, Mo Yi''s eyes flashed with a look of Zheng Zhuo:


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    Mo Yi pursed his lips, and his face was a little cold:


    "if I heard correctly, it should be the dining bell of the orphanage."


    He turned to the crowd and asked, "do any of you know where the restaurant is?"


    The woman who had just collapsed at the sight of the corpse shrank for a moment, and then said weakly: -- I, I saw it just now, at the end of the corridor over there


    Mo Yi nodded and turned to the direction pointed by the woman.


    Perhaps because of his reassuring calmness, the crowd hesitated for a moment, but they still followed him.


    As the corridor went deeper and deeper, the flickering wall lamps were dazzled, and some of the narrow walls pressed down from both sides, almost suffocating.


    A glimmer of light at the end of the corridor illuminated a small area at the front of the corridor.


    There stood two shadowy figures who seemed to be saying something.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and stepped forward.


    The faces of the two gradually became clear: Zhao Yicheng and the female senior who had spoken before.


    They seemed to be arguing about something in a low voice. Their faces looked very unhappy. When they saw someone coming, they stopped talking and looked at Mo Yi, the leader. Antecedents and consequences of


    said Zhao Yicheng as like as two peas in a room. "Yes, we found the same note in the room that we woke up," said


    , after he heard the consequences.


    With a low "um" voice, the senior woman took out the note with the gallows drawn from her pocket.


    Mo Yi dropped his eyes thoughtfully. Suddenly, he pointed to the restaurant behind them and asked, "by the way, did you go in?"


    Zhao Yicheng''s face was suddenly hard to see. He leaned over and motioned Mo Yi to look inside.


    Mo Yi takes a step forward with some doubts and looks into the dining room.


    It''s not very open inside. The light is a little brighter than that in the corridor. The crooked walls and greasy stains on it look very shabby. There are several low tables and benches in the room. This should be the place where the orphans eat together.


    It looks simple, but there is nothing wrong with it.


    But don''t know why, Mo Yi always has a sense of disobedience from where.


    He moved his eyes to the opposite wall.


    There is a rough simple stroke, not big, but it is just in the middle of the wall, which is very eye-catching.


    It''s a hanging villain.


    It can make up a complete picture with the gallows on the note.


    Zhao Yicheng''s deep voice came from his side: "the new man hanging outside was preparing to enter this room when others saw him alive for the last time."


    A burst of coolness suddenly rushed to the back of the crowd.


    The shabby and shabby restaurant looks even more gloomy at the moment, as if there are some terrible monsters lurking inside, waiting for the opportunity to kill.


    A few of them even stepped back, hoping to stay as far away from the restaurant as possible.


    Mo Yi''s eyes sank.


    He thought carefully for a few seconds, his sharp eyes wandering in the dining room.


    All of a sudden, his eyes stopped somewhere in the restaurant for a moment, and his face relaxed slightly.


    Mo Yi turned his head and said to Zhao Yicheng, "it doesn''t matter. You should be able to enter here."


    He pointed to the end of the dining room, where there was a dining table covered with dust and stains, on which stood a basket of black bread and clean water.


    Zhao Yicheng looked along the direction he had pointed out. He was stunned, and then suddenly realized it.


    The other several people still look at Mo Yi with a puzzled look.


    "For copies that last more than 24 hours in this kind of enclosed space, the game will provide life sustaining food and drinking water for players, and generally speaking, the time and place for eating are generally safe," Zhao explained


    Mo Yi added: "the bell should remind us of the beginning of the meal time."


    Then they relaxed a little and went in one by one.


    The air was filled with the smell of dust, the temperature was much lower than that in the corridor, and the gloomy moisture almost penetrated into the texture.


    The ceiling in the dining room is very low. There are traces of mildew and rust on it. The walls around are covered with oil stains and stains.


    They all went to the dining table with their hearts in their hands. Each of them took some black bread, poured a cup of water from the cup on one side, and then sat down on the low bench in twos and threes, ready to eat.


    Mo Yi is not used to curling up two long legs and sitting in this chair which is too low for his height.


    He lowered his eyes and took a bite of the black bread in his hand. The cheap and shriveled bread had a coarse taste, and his throat was scratched with pain. It was as dry as chewing gravel.Everyone was pale, tasteless and slowly chewing bread in his mouth.


    It''s very greasy to take a few months, but it''s very greasy to drink, and it''s very greasy to drink it for a few months.


    Mo Yi lowered his head in a trance. He didn''t seem to realize the poor quality of the food. He ate the bread without changing his face.


    Just then, a hand reached into his eyes.


    The five fingers are slender and white, with symmetrical bony joints. They are as beautiful as works of art. There is a chocolate bar in the palm.


    Mo Yi was stunned and raised his head.


    Song Qizheng held his chin in one hand and looked straight ahead, as if the chocolate bar was not handed over by him.


    Mo Yi blinked, lowered the voice line, and said in a deep voice:


    "you eat, I don''t care."


    What he said was true. He didn''t really care how delicious his food was. For Mo Yi, food as long as it could maintain the normal survival of his life was enough. The taste of delicious or not delicious was just a worthless package outside the food.


    Song Qi quickly glanced at him, and then immediately withdrew his eyes. His cold and hard lips were like a straight line:


    "I don''t like sweet food."


    Mo Yi:


    So why do you put a chocolate bar in the copy?


    However, since all the words have been said, Mo Yi can''t refuse any more, so he reaches out and takes the packaged chocolate bar from Song Qi''s palm.


    The cold fingertips ran unconsciously across his palms.


    Song Qi''s palms trembled. He quickly took back his right hand and clenched it under the table. His face was still silent.


    Mo Yi didn''t notice Song Qi''s small movements at all. His slender fingers pulled the wrapping paper of the chocolate bar and put it into his mouth before others found out.


    The mellow outer layer of chocolate melts in the mouth, mixed with the light wheat flavor, with the unique bitter taste of chocolate. The kernel with rich grain feeling rolls through the teeth, warm and warm, all the way from the tip of the tongue to the deep throat.


    Mo Yi''s eyes squint subconsciously, and his eyelashes tremble. His eyelashes print a little deep shadow on his face.


    He smiles and raises his eyes to Song Qi. He lowers his voice and says, "thank you. It''s delicious."


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    Mo Yi clapped the crumbs on his hand and stood up from the low bench.


    He walked around the dining room in a leisurely way, his eyes wandering in the room, not missing a clue.


    A clock behind the dining table caught his eye.


    It has been very old, half of the shell has fallen off, revealing its dark metal surface, hanging askew on the wall behind the dining table. However, different from other items in this room, the surface of the clock is not a trace of dust, as if it has been carefully wiped clean in general. What''s more, the watch is not broken, it is still stubborn Strong walk word.


    The pointer points to five twenty.


    Mo Yi frowned and was puzzled.


    The game itself will give the countdown, so why set another conspicuous clock in the copy?


    He subconsciously looked out of the narrow window. In the dark sky, the unknown numbers were slowly counting down.


    Five hours and 20 minutes passed.


    That means Just at the same time as the game begins, the clock starts to move.


    The mysteries in his heart gathered more and more, just like clouds gathering slowly. They slowly occupied every corner of Mo Yi''s heart, blocked in his throat and held his breath.


    This orphanage is different from the previous copy. It covers a larger area, and the clues are not as dense as the school. Most of the time, we can only see more and more questions and entangle in a tangle, but we can''t find any thread to untie.


    Mo Yi took a long breath and tried to calm himself down.


    This copy has a long remaining lifetime, so it can only be done slowly.


    He finally took a deep look at the clock and turned to the hanging figure on one side of the wall.


    The brushwork of that villain is very simple and crooked. It should be written by a child.


    The irregularly shaped round head and the slender torso supporting the limbs of the lines are particularly weird on the dirty wall.


    Mo Yi takes out the note that he has already made up and compares it with the villains on the wall.


    Except for a few places, every detail almost fits perfectly and seems to be written by the same child.


    Mo Yi seems to have a vague guess in his mind, but he can''t see why.


    There is nothing more to investigate in the restaurant.


    So he put away the note and looked for Song Qi''s figure. He wanted to ask him to leave together.


    But as soon as he turned around, he was startled by Song Qi, who was standing behind him.


    Does this person walk without sound?!


    Mo Yi covered his frightened heart, slowed down, and said, "let''s go. I''ve seen it for a while. Let''s go somewhere else."


    The people in the restaurant also began to get up and walk to the door.


    Mo Yi and Song Qi leave the restaurant and return to the hall along the corridor.


    The only chair that Yi Yi had hung in the middle of the room had disappeared.


    Mo Yi doesn''t feel surprised. He stares at the empty place for a few seconds, and then moves away from his sight as if nothing happened.


    He walked around the hall for a few times. Suddenly he seemed to think of something. He turned and ran to the side hall of the door.


    Zhao Yicheng, who has just arrived in the hall, is attracted by him in an instant.


    Mo Yi bent down and rummaged in the side hall. Soon, he found out a bunch of antique keys and a broken map.


    Each key is labeled with some English signs, but part of it is blurred by the passage of time.


    This is a big discovery!


    Zhao Yicheng and others have bright eyes and are surrounded by the past in an instant.


    Mo Yi looked down at the dirty map for a few minutes, then picked a key and held it in his hand.


    Next, he laid out the large number of keys on the counter and said to the crowd:


    "let''s take these keys and look for clues according to the map, but you must remember to hang them back after reading them, otherwise the clues may be broken."


    "I''m afraid the process will be very dangerous. We''d better not act alone. Moreover, if you take the key, you should have the courage to accept the consequences of opening that door."


    Mo Yi''s suddenly serious tone, like a basin of cold water, instantly quenched the excitement of the crowd, and became cautious again.


    At this time, a female senior person who just stood aside and did not make a sound said: "wait a minute."


    Mo Yi was stunned and turned to look at her.


    The senior woman narrowed her eyes, stepped towards him, and asked:


    "are you familiar with this place? We can''t compare with the instant recognition of the dining bell or the clarity of the location of these keys..."Zhao Yicheng, on one side, obviously knew her and gave a low rebuke: "Sun Xiaoyan!"


    The senior man named sun Xiaoyan didn''t listen. Instead, he took a step forward and forced him to ask:


    "would you mind explaining it?"


    After listening to her words, the crowd could not help but tremble. They all cast their eyes of fear and suspicion on Mo Yi, who has been leading all their actions since just now! Is?


    Mo Yi drooped his eyes, and his pale and handsome face was calm.


    The next second, he raised his eyes and looked at Sun Xiaoyan. His eyes were very dark. When there was no emotion, it was like the night without starlight, which almost forced the people to look away.


    Mo Yi said:


    "the fixed configuration in British public orphanages, such as the location of ring tones and keys, is regulated by regulations in Britain. Most of them have been used since World War I. are you satisfied with this explanation?"


    Sun Xiaoyan obviously didn''t expect the answer. After listening to Mo Yi''s words, she was stunned for a while, but she still quibbled:


    "well, no one can prove that you are telling the truth? And what makes you say it''s British? Are you in an orphanage in England... "


    Hearing her words become more and more excessive, Zhao Yicheng raised his voice again and interrupted her angrily:


    "Sun Xiaoyan! That''s enough for you


    Sun Xiaoyan stopped talking. Zhao Yicheng gave him a look and said to Mo Yi:


    "that I''m very sorry, Xiaoyan, she... "


    Before Zhao Yicheng finished speaking, Mo Yi quickly interrupted him:


    "it doesn''t matter. I didn''t pay attention to it. Now the most important thing is to find clues."


    With that, he turned and walked down the corridor on the other side.


    Song Qi gave sun Xiaoyan a deep look, then turned around to keep up with Mo Yi and walked inward.


    At that moment, sun Xiaoyan''s face turned white, and he was nailed to the spot rigidly. His physiological cold sweat was climbing down her back like a waterfall.


    -- the light colored eyes, like inorganic eyes, cruel as death who does not care about other people''s lives, are cold and contemptuous of predators alone, which makes her feel instinctive fear and tremble from the depths of her soul.


    "Little Rock, Little Rock!" Zhao Yicheng''s voice awakened her from her bewilderment: "what''s the matter with you?"


    Sun Xiaoyan shook his head in a daze and watched the two people''s back.


    Why did the man Why do you have such terrible eyes?


    the two walked forward one after another, and the silence seemed dignified. In the silence, only the creaking sound of the wooden floor under their feet could be heard.


    In front of the wall lamp more and more dim, almost difficult to penetrate the rich like the solid darkness, can only reluctantly emit a dark yellow halo, illuminate a small area of the wall.


    The cold and gloomy air, like tarsal bone marrow, climbs up the human tail vertebrae.


    Mo Yimeng stops.


    In front of the corridor, there was a teddy bear standing upright.


    Its brown hair is sparse, limbs barely hanging on the limbs, missing an eye, the only remaining black eye gray, crooked to sew on the face.


    It slanted half of the incomplete body, with the only remaining, covered with dust and cracks eyes quietly watching Mo Yi.


    It was the teddy bear that had appeared in his room.


    Mo Yi''s back suddenly gave out a thin layer of cold sweat.


    Behind him came Song Qi''s deep voice: "what''s the matter?"


    His voice made Mo Yi shake his mind.


    The next second he looked, the corridor was empty.


    The teddy bear just disappeared.


    Mo Yi is a little worried. He opens his mouth and turns around in his heart. His voice is a little hoarse:


    "you Have you seen... "


    "-- what?" The child''s clear and crisp voice sounded in his ears, with the child''s unique innocence, took over his words and asked softly.


    These two words are very close, as if whispering in his ear!


    Mo Yi''s scalp explodes and turns back at the fastest speed!


    There was nothing behind him.


    There is no song Qi, no light, no corridor, no retreat.


    There is nothing literally.


    Only boundless, devouring all the light of the dark, silently open arms, devouring him.


    Mo Yi''s whole body is stiff and cold, and the fine sweat slowly seeps out from his forehead.


    His dry larynx moved and turned to look at the remaining corridor.


    The corridor was long and dark, and there was a closed door in front of him, which was his destination.Mo Yi subconsciously clenched his hand. The edge of the ancient key was hard and cold, and it hurt faintly in his palm.


    There is no way back now.


    He settled down and went to the door.


    The dusty wooden door stands quietly at the end of the corridor. The sign on the door has been eroded and blurred, but it still vaguely recognizes the English characters:


    "Dean''s office".


    Some rusty long and thin keys were inserted into the lock holes, making a small and crisp metal collision sound. Mo Yi pressed his fingers and listened to a slight "click". The door opened in response.


    The smell of dust came to my face.


    Mo Yi pauses, reaches out to push the door wider, and then goes in without hesitation.


    Unexpectedly, the light inside the door is still bright. The light illuminates the spacious room through the dust covered lampshade. The antique dark green wallpaper is wrinkled, but it is clean and decent.


    The low ceiling is somewhat uneven, with a few dirty water stains.


    The room was full of tables, chairs and cabinets, looking messy.


    Mo Yi goes forward and rummages the sundries piled on the table.


    There are a lot of things, but they are of little value.


    He squatted down and opened the drawer under the table.


    In the drawers lie many wrinkled documents, which are randomly stacked together. Mo Yi browses them quickly. Among them, a rough piece of brown paper catches his eyes: Iris municipal orphanage, which was built in 1913.


    The whole picture of the orphanage is painted with grandiose brush strokes. At the brand-new gate of the orphanage, a row of orphans and nursing workers all show a brilliant smile.


    The following lines are blurred.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and put the pile of documents back into the drawer.


    In fact, this building is rather shoddy. In many places, even if he is a layman, he can see that he is cutting corners. It is a miracle that it can last about 20 or 30 years.


    And now it appears, though shabby, it still needs to be complete.


    It seems that there is no big deviation from the age he estimated at first.


    But apart from this, there are no valuable clues.


    Mo Yi''s mood can''t help but feel a little urgent. He pushed the drawer back, turned to open the cabinet beside the wall, and then quickly buried his head to look for it.


    No No No


    His brow was tight, and a deep mark of thought was imprinted between his brows.


    A few hot drops of sweat slowly slid down his temples, along the lines of his face, and dropped into his collar.


    Mo Yi''s men keep moving, but they are obviously anxious.


    No specific files or documents of orphans can be found anywhere.


    All of a sudden, Mo Yi''s action was stiffly.


    A cold chill suddenly struck, and the temperature around the body almost dropped several degrees. The chilling feeling penetrated into the texture of the skin through the thin clothes, which was almost frightening.


    Such a strange temperature change made Mo Yi''s heart shrink suddenly.


    A kind of unexplained horror moment seized his heart and made his blood cold and almost stagnant.


    Mo Yi''s brain is blank, but his body has subconsciously taken the lead in action!


    He jerked himself short!


    A noose ran over his head and a strong wind came up!


    Mo Yi''s hair chills behind him. He doesn''t dare to move lightly, but slowly turns his head to look behind him.


    The spine is clucking.


    He can hear his own blood impact on the eardrum, send out a hot agitation, desperately clamoring for the arrival of danger!


    At this time, Mo Yi''s residual light swept a shadow.


    He''s not the only one in this room.


    The goose bumps all over his body exploded in an instant, and the back of his neck was covered with cold sweat.


    In the afterglow, the shadow was slowly approaching.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and tremblingly, and then lay down violently!


    He ducked to the side of the cupboard, then stretched out his legs to smash the decayed load-bearing point of the cabinet!


    The big cupboard fell down!


    It''s just falling towards the close shadow.


    The dark yellow and white papers and pieces of paper clattered out and poured down the room with gravity and the potential energy of dumping, like a spectacular waterfall.


    At this time, Mo Yi, lying on the ground, got up in a Gulu. The moment when he wanted to raise his head, he was stunned for half a second.


    He saw that at the back of the cupboard was a long piece of dark yellow paper, carefully mounted in a beautiful wooden frame, on which a lot of characters were written in English.


    Mo Yi''s face flashed with a stunned look.


    The pieces of paper in the room fell down and returned to silence.¡ª¡ªJust then, the temperature dropped suddenly!


    Mo Yi''s heart is not good. He can only lift his hand to his neck before he can feel the cold breath coming from behind his neck.


    The next second, the haunting noose came again!


    The crude rope twisted his neck and tightened it mercilessly. Xin Kui Mo Yi raised his hand to his throat, otherwise he would be hanged instantly.


    Mo Yi clenched his teeth and resisted the gradually locked rope with his palm. "Click" and "click" came the sound of knuckle fracture. The sharp pain penetrated into the brain along the palm, almost making him breathless.


    At this moment, his feet suddenly empty.


    At that moment, Mo Yimeng recalled:


    the cause of death of the man who was hanged was not suffocation, but The neck bone was broken.


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 Chapter 26

    Mo Yi''s throat trembled and tightened, and his back was covered with sweat. In his ears, he could only hear the clamor and agitation of his heart.


    At this moment, he really felt the approaching of death.


    Suddenly, a cold hand like an iron hoop clutched the burning pain on Mo Yi''s wrist and pulled it hard!


    Mo Yi only felt the rope around his neck loose and fell weightless.


    A strong pull on his wrist and pull him aside!


    Mo Yi felt his nose hit something hard, his arm was hurt by the cold palm hoop, he was tightly protected in a bosom - and then he rolled on the ground for several times with a disheartened face and stopped.


    He looked up a little blankly.


    The nose was hit red, the corner of the eye exuded some rational tears, some muddled to see the person who was under his body.


    Mo Yi was stunned for a moment and then responded:


    " Song Qi


    I saw that the other side was taken as a meat mat, and he was firmly pressed under the body.


    The faces of the two people were as close as possible, and their noses were almost intertwined.


    Song Qi''s breath lingered in his nose and wrapped him It''s like the fog in the pine forest after the rain.


    The atmosphere is quiet, and you can almost hear the heartbeat of each other.


    At this time, Mo Yi was embarrassed and cleared his throat, breaking the current atmosphere. He propped himself up on his elbow and pulled them apart:


    "sorry, did you hit anywhere?"


    Song Qi was silent for a moment: "No


    Seeing that he didn''t hurt the other party, Mo Yi heaved a sigh of relief, climbed up from the ground, and then stretched out a hand to pull Song Qi up.


    At this time, they have already appeared in the ordinary dark corridor. Although the light is still dim, it is no longer the darkness of despair. The swallowed road reappears, as if everything is back to normal.


    Mo Yi looked back at the door that marked the dean''s office. He shrunk his shoulders unnaturally, and his neck seemed to have a rough touch of the noose.


    He was aware of the burning pain in his palm.


    Song Qi, standing on one side, suddenly reached out and raised his right hand.


    Even though he was careful in his movements, Mo Yi unconsciously took a cold breath.


    In the not very bright light, you can see that his index finger and ring finger bend backward in a strange arc, and his thumb seems to be dislocated. His thin wrist is swollen and embossed with bright red finger marks.


    It was so miserable that one could hardly bear to look directly at it.


    Song Qi held his hand slightly shaking. He pursed his lips and raised his head. His face was a little pale. His light pupil was staring at him in a wrong way, which almost made Mo Yi uncomfortable.


    In fact, Mo Yi didn''t care. He shrugged his shoulders easily and said:


    "it''s OK. Compared with the information I get now, this injury is worth it."


    After that, he stopped and looked up at Song Qi. His dark eyes were amazing: "I know how that man died."


    ¡¤


    suddenly, just then, a scream broke the silence again and resounded through the whole building:


    "ah!!!! Help


    Mo Yi and Song Qi looked at each other and ran to the source of the sound.


    As soon as they arrived at the hall, they saw a man dangling from the beam near the door.


    Different from the previous victim, the deceased obviously had a fierce fight. His five fingers turned outward and dripped down with dazzling blood, which gathered into a small pool of blood on the ground.


    His neck revolved 180 degrees, and his white neck bone was covered with flesh and blood. His head was hanging at an incredible angle, and his facial expression could not be seen clearly.


    A few new people have almost reached the critical point of collapse, and a burst of panic and sobbing broke out in the crowd.


    Zhao Yicheng just came in a hurry at the moment. The next second after he arrived, a woman rushed out of the crowd, holding Zhao Yicheng''s arm tightly with tears in her eyes, and her bright red nails were deeply embedded in his arm.


    She was crying with tears, and she was shouting indistinctly: -- I don''t know. I didn''t mean to... "


    Zhao Yicheng frowned without a trace, pulled her hand from her arm, and asked, "what''s the matter with you?"


    The woman was crying and faltering to explain, and it took a long time to figure out what she was talking about.


    It turned out that she and the senior person formed a team. They took the key to the library, but when she was at the door, she was timid and did not dare to enter, so the senior person went in alone to look for clues.


    After a while, she heard strange children''s laughter coming from inside. She was afraid for a moment and ran away.When she came to the hall, she saw the bodies of her teammates.


    The atmosphere was a little dignified for a moment, and only women''s sobbing could be heard in the quiet and spacious hall.


    That''s why he stressed that it''s better not to act alone.


    Mo Yi thought with regret.


    Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. He suddenly stepped forward, his dark eyes fixed on the woman by mistake, and asked in a hurry:


    "have you seen a teddy bear?"


    The woman seemed to be startled by him. She raised her head to look at him with tearful eyes. She racked her brains and replied:


    "OK I don''t think he cares about Teddy before


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, and his thoughts were miscellaneous.


    Zhao Yicheng looked at Mo Yi keenly and asked, "what''s the matter? Did you find anything? "


    Mo Yi was awakened from his thoughts by his words, and then nodded in a somewhat complicated way.


    He gave a brief account of what he had experienced in the dean''s office, then paused and said:


    "I know the cause of death of these two people, that is - one of the rules of this copy."


    Mo Yi''s words are like a rock shattering, which makes people can''t help being stunned. Then they look at him as if they are looking at their own hope of survival.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and said, "I saw the schedule of the whole orphanage behind the cabinet in the dean''s office. At every moment, the orphans must act according to this schedule. If they violate the rules, they will be punished."


    Standing next to Zhao Yicheng, sun Xiaoyan was a little stunned, and subconsciously uttered a sentence:


    "good boy, good boy, don''t break the rules..."


    The female voice softly whispered the seemingly innocent nursery rhymes, which almost made everyone present feel cool behind their backs.


    Mo Yi took a deep look at her, then nodded: "yes, this is what this hint should refer to, and the clock in the restaurant is to show us the time on the timetable."


    "Then, do you still remember the specific content?"


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes and covered his shallow pride. Even if there were hundreds of lines of irregular code, it was not difficult for him, not to mention just a few lines of time regulations?


    He gave a low smile: "remember."


    The next second, Mo Yi seemed to think of something. He raised his eyes and looked at the people. The light in the bottom of his eyes was hard to stare at:


    "however, this is not what I am worried about now."


    Hearing this, Zhao Yicheng stepped forward eagerly and asked, "well Is there anything else? "


    "Since we have to follow the timetable, does that mean..."


    Mo Yi glanced at him lightly and continued: "in this copy, we are actually one of the orphans in this orphanage?"


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 Chapter 27

    After hearing Mo Yi''s words, they all shivered.


    By default, they are part of this orphanage?


    What do you mean?


    Slowly, the cloud of fear hung over everyone''s heart, making them unable to control their thoughts.


    "I noticed that the sign on the bed where I woke up had my name on it. If my guess was right, you should be the same," he continued


    The faces of the people were ugly.


    Mo Yi continued: "when you rest today, you must return to your bed."


    Other players obviously think of this stubble, the look on the face suddenly becomes more bleak.


    This copy is obviously timed by the number of days, and the night of each day is naturally the most dangerous time of the whole period.


    Now the discovery of this rule is obviously to separate people at this most dangerous moment.


    This operation is disgusting.


    While everyone was thinking to himself, Mo Yi lowered his head, turned over in his backpack and took out a pen and a convenience note.


    He went to one side of the table and bent down. His long, bony fingers held the penholder and daubed and wrote on the convenience note. Soon he stood up and glued the note to the wall.


    The crowd rushed to watch.


    On the light yellow paper, the ink and blue handwriting is not dry, and it exudes a light sense of humor. The powerful handwriting is arranged neatly on the note, and the content is exactly the timetable of the orphanage.


    "Are you sure you remember that right?" the man asked with some concern? If this is a little wrong We''re going to die. "


    Mo Yi raised his eyes to look at the past, and instantly recognized that this man was the new man who had seized his collar and questioned him.


    Before he could say anything, Song Qi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly came forward. A pair of extremely light colored pupils looked at the man without emotion. He said with anger and joy:


    "if you don''t believe it, go and see it yourself."


    After that, he gave a sarcastic chuckle:


    "the dean''s office is forbidden to enter at any time."


    Perhaps because of the previous psychological shadow, the man was looked at by Song Qi, and then stepped back a few steps, and then subconsciously looked at the note paper --


    Song Qi was right. The dean''s office is a forbidden area no matter what time.


    Then, the implication of his words is obvious:


    as long as you enter the dean''s office, you will violate the rules and will be hanged. If you doubt Mo Yi''s intelligence, you can prove it yourself.


    The man shut up a little.


    Song Qi''s face was gloomy. He took Mo Yi''s arm and strode forward with an irresistible gentle force and dragged him back to the room where he woke up.


    Mo Yi did not know what had happened. He had already been pressed on his shoulder and sat on the bed with his name written on it, following Song Qi''s strength.


    Song Qi squatted in front of the bed and carefully picked up his left hand.


    The thin, well-defined lips are pursed tightly, almost white.


    He looks at Mo Yi''s hand.


    As a result of the accident, they rushed to meet with other players, so Mo Yi''s hand wound has not yet had time to deal with.


    ¡­¡­ Mo Yi with such a wound to the present without saying a word.


    Perhaps it was because of excessive blood loss, his back was white and almost transparent, the dislocated and broken phalanx could be easily dropped, the slender five fingers were physiologically shaking violently, and he lay cold and stiff in the palm of Song Qi.


    Song Qi lowered his eyes and fixed his eyes on Mo Yi''s palm. He could not see any expression on his cold face. He asked without raising his head:


    "do you have anything to take treatment with?"


    Mo Yi nodded and reached for his backpack, but he was blocked by Song Qi in the middle:


    "I''ll come."


    He opened the chain of his backpack, rummaged through it and took out a small bottle of disinfectant, bandage and anti-inflammatory drugs.


    Then, Song Qi looked up expressionless, raised his index finger and middle finger, and then bent: "look, rabbit."


    Mo Yi looked up in a daze: ah?


    The next second, while Mo Yi''s eyes are attracted by his action, song Qimeng''s a force!


    Listening to a clear and crisp sound, Mo Yi''s two dislocated fingers were forcefully broken by Song Qi.


    "Horizontal trough!" Mo Yi broke his mouth and almost burst into tears. He trembled like chaff all over his body. He held his painful left hand and couldn''t say anything.


    Song Qi unconsciously softened the lines of his face, reached for the disinfectant and wound medicine beside him. After treating his wound, he wrapped it carefully and carefully with bandages.


    Mo Yi is in a trance all the time. He looks at Song Qi and turns his hand into zongzi. Only half a day later, can he find his voice"You..."


    Looking at Mo Yi''s face, Song Qi couldn''t help but soften his eyebrows and eyes. He gave a gentle smile:


    "if you don''t see enough, I''ll show you the rabbit when you get hurt next time."


    Mo Yi:


    He''s still addicted, isn''t he?


    Although he knew that Song Qi did this to divert his attention, why was he still so angry in his heart?


    Mo Yi grinds his teeth and examines his left hand like a zongzi. He is determined to reduce the number of injuries.


    Suddenly, Mo Yi seems to think of something, a little bit stunned, and then look at his wrist watch.


    At the beginning of the game, he set the time on his watch and the countdown to the copy to watch the time at any time.


    The pointer on the watch points to 8:40.


    This shows that the game has been playing for 8 hours and 40 minutes.


    Mo Yi thought about it a little bit. He contacted the time when the bell rang, the room where the two people died, and combined with the timetable he saw, he quickly came to a conclusion.


    Although in the game, outside the building is all dark, but in this copy, there are two concepts of "day" and "night".


    They should have started the game at 12:00 p.m. in the copy, and then entered the free time stipulated by the orphanage. According to that rule, during the free time, the orphans are not allowed to enter other places except the hall, bedroom and game room.


    So no one was injured except the one who entered the restaurant without permission.


    Then came the dinner time at 5:00 p.m. after lunch, he entered the free time again. During this period, the man who entered the library without permission and Mo Yi, who went to the dean''s office to die, were punished - one died and one injured.


    According to the schedule, turn off the lights at 9 p.m.


    Now it''s 8:40.


    Mo Yi''s face was instantly dignified. He sped up his speech, quickly explained his inference to Song Qi, and then said:


    "now go back to your room. If you can, inform other players and try not to leave the room at night."


    Song Qi nodded, helped him take things back into his backpack, and then walked out.


    He stopped at the door for a moment, turned his head and looked at Mo Yi deeply: "see you tomorrow."


    Mo Yi smiles: "see you tomorrow."


    Not long after Song Qi left, the lights in the whole room went out automatically.


    Mo Yi looks at the electronic watch on his wrist: sure enough, the pointer just points to nine o''clock sharp.


    It seems that his conjecture is not wrong.


    Mo Yi took a long breath, and then pushed himself all over the narrow bed with two long legs on the railing at the end of the bed, which was barely straightened.


    The whole room was dark and could not see five fingers. Only the window which was not completely sealed by the board showed a little glittering blue light.


    Mo Yi closed his eyes and forced himself not to imagine what kind of danger lurked in the dark.


    Unconsciously, he slowly brewed out a little sleepiness.


    Just as his consciousness was hazy and he was ready to go to sleep, Mo Yi heard a soft, child''s laughter in his ear:


    "found you ~"


    the voice was very close, as if the speaker was lying on his pillow and whispering in his ear.


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 Chapter 28

    Mo Yi fell into the abyss.


    He felt a chill in his heart.


    He lay on the bed with his eyes tightly closed and his whole body stiff, adjusting his breathing slowly and trembling.


    Fear seeps through every pore of his life, shouting in his mind:


    don''t open your eyes! Don''t open your eyes!


    Under the thin quivering eyelids, the eyes vibrate uncontrollably with the frequency of breathing.


    At this time, a small cold hand caught Mo Yi''s hand hanging by his side.


    The extremely cold feeling with the skin invades the bone marrow, almost makes Mo Yi uncontrollably hit a shiver.


    The cold breath came to his ears and aroused a small shiver on his skin. Fear, like a stagnant flocculent substance, blocked his breathing and throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.


    The small and soft voice of a child rings again in Mo Yi''s ear:


    "next it''s your turn to look for me."


    After saying that, a small, round and hard thing was stuffed into Mo Yi''s palm.


    The cold breath and the little child''s hand left.


    Mo Yi was still tight, and the little round thing was lying in his cold, sweaty palms. The slight chill almost made him unable to hold it. The ice was hot.


    He controlled his breathing, forcing his chest to rise and fall slowly and long.


    Silence and darkness make Mo Yi''s senses more and more acute. He is warily waiting for the development of the next thing, and his heart strings are tight.


    The boundless darkness is like an abyss that swallows all sounds.


    Continuously spreading and expanding, the sponge generally absorbs all the movement and light.


    After an unknown period of time -


    excessive tension and fatigue made Mo Yi unconsciously sleep in the silence.


    When you open your eyes again, all the lights have been turned on again.


    Mo Yi was lying on the narrow bed, even if there was a loud and harsh metal bell ringing around his ear, he couldn''t call back his attention.


    His eyes were fixed on the dirty old ceiling for a long time.


    Last night That''s it?


    Mo Yi blinked and blinked, but he still didn''t feel like he was back.


    Did you make it through the night?


    Suddenly, Mo Yi seemed to think of something. He sat up in a hurry and spread out his right hand -


    his palm was made an uneven red mark by a hard object, which stretched across the white palm of his hand, which looked particularly eye-catching.


    And the thing stuck in his hand is still there.


    A round, dark, shiny hemisphere lay quietly in the palm of his hand, looking like a button, but with no buttonholes.


    Mo Yi stares at it, because the fingers that have not moved for a long time are stiff, so they hold them slowly again.


    Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded at the door, which awakened Mo Yi from his thoughts:


    "are you awake?"


    When Mo Yi hears the speech, he looks up and follows the sound.


    Song Qi was standing against the door, his dark gray pupils looking at him. Half of his face was dazzled by the light outside the door, and the outline was slightly blurred:


    "it''s five o''clock. According to the timetable, it''s morning time."


    Mo Yi looked down at his watch:


    a quarter past five.


    He got up in a hurry and carried the hard object that had been thrust into his hand last night into his pocket.


    Because she fell asleep in her clothes last night, even though Mo Yi was extremely peaceful and almost motionless, her clothes became wrinkled.


    Mo Yi dressed up subconsciously, then quickly walked to the door and whispered to Song Qi, who was waiting for him, "let''s go."


    They walk out along the still dark corridor. Mo Yi opens his mouth and is about to tell Song Qi about his experience last night. However, Song Qi just opens his mouth and interrupts what he is about to say:


    "how are your hands?"


    Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, hindsight of the original song Qi in the inquiry of his injured hand.


    He looked down at his left hand, which was still wrapped like zongzi, and tried to move his fingertips. A dull pain of numbness and numbness passed along the wound in an instant.


    Mo Yi''s face did not change ground to reply a way: "much better."


    At this time, the two met other players who came out of the next few rooms. It seems that they are also ready to go to the restaurant.


    Several people went together.


    Mo Yi had no choice but to swallow the words ready to export back into his stomach.


    When we got to the restaurant, there were already several people waiting there.


    Mo Yi looked around the room quietly, counting the number of people in his heart: eight people, no difference from last night.It seems that all of us have spent the night safely.


    Seeing that everyone was here, Zhao Yicheng stood up and said, "great, everyone has been through" all hope abandon, ye that enter here "


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, staring at two pieces of paper, drooping his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.


    All the people standing beside Mo Yi were stunned by his series of actions. Seeing him stop suddenly, they could not help but ask urgently:


    "what''s the matter? What did you find? "


    Mo Yi seemed to be startled. He raised some dazed eyes and stopped for half a day to find his voice:


    "this sentence means that people who come in should abandon all their hopes."


    He paused, and a little color flashed in his dark eyes:


    "from Dante''s Divine Comedy, infero 2, is the text he saw on the gate of hell before he entered the hell."


    the whole library and classroom are almost turned upside down by players.


    However, except for a few strange poems and a line of obscure words, no other clues have been found.


    The whole morning ended without any illness, but at least there were no casualties.


    This proves that Mo Yi''s inference is correct.


    The whole copy takes a long time with a small number of people. The only difficulty is to find the timetable and find out the relationship between the timetable and casualties.


    So basically, the way to survive this copy is very simple - to follow the rules and get through the time.


    After the specified lunch break, it was free time. Mo Yi walked out of the door on time and walked out of the corridor.


    His remaining light unconsciously glanced at the rooms on both sides of the corridor: most of the people were still in the room, and seemed to have completely given up exploring in their free time. After all, we can understand why we should bother to nag when we can enjoy ourselves.


    What''s more, it''s very dangerous to wander around in the copy.


    Mo Yi takes back his eyes and walks forward with no distractions.


    His destination was clear: the closed toy house.


    Through the empty ring hall and the long dark corridor, Mo Yi stopped in front of the door.


    He looked for the key, but there was no toy house on it. Now he can only try it.


    Mo Yi droops his eyes, his eyelashes tremble imperceptibly, covering his dark eyes in the deep pool.


    He took a deep breath and put his hand on the doorknob. The cold and hard feeling came from under his palm.


    With a little effort, Mo Yi opened the door without a sound. It opened smoothly and silently, as if he was inviting him into the room -


    it was very dark inside.


    A large area of strong darkness spread, swallowing and eroding the weak lights in the corridor. The deep darkness is like an abyss, waiting for the arrival of the next victim.


    Mo Yi looks heavy and turns on his flashlight.


    And then I went in.


    There is almost no light inside, black hand can not see five fingers, only the flashlight in Mo Yi''s hand can disperse a little bit of darkness.


    He twirled around the room with a flashlight, wandering aimlessly around the room.


    It''s a pity that the flashlight''s beam is too thin and narrow, which can only illuminate a small arc range, and can hardly disperse the suffocating darkness in the room.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and took a few steps inward.


    I stepped on a soft thing.


    The bottom of his heart jumped, and he flashed the flashlight down. He saw a dirty gray rabbit lying on the bottom of his feet. His damaged belly revealed gray cotton flocs. His dusty black eyes looked straight at him.


    Mo Yi''s heart is inexplicably tight. He moves away, but the other foot kicks something. In the dark, there is a crisp crash.


    The round light came in.


    It is a few pieces of broken blocks arranged into a small pile, scattered on the uneven ground, looking a little pitiful.


    Mo Yi has a strong uneasiness brewing in his heart.


    He walked around the rabbits and blocks under the ground and continued to walk a few steps. The light of his flashlight hit the wall, illuminating a corner of the rolled up snow-white paper.


    Mo Yi approached a few steps with some doubts.


    The light of the flashlight is dim in the dark, but it can still barely play the role of lighting.


    There is a picture on the wall.


    Red and black crayon marks are carelessly interwoven on the surface of the paper. The lines are simple and simple. If you look carefully, several matchmakers stand together in a room, one of them is close to the door, and the others are gathered together.


    Mo Yi was at a loss. The light of the flashlight lit up beside him and saw half a corner of a piece of paper.Another step was revealed, and he stepped over to the side.


    A match man was hanging from the beam, and another man was standing on a crooked chair, holding out his hand around the hanging man''s neck. It looked like a strange hug.


    Mo Yi was shocked.


    He knows what these paintings are.


    This is What happened to him since the beginning of the copy.


    The bottom of Mo Yi''s heart thump straight jump, agitate uneasy voice, he moved his dry throat knot, continued to move a step to the side.


    The third picture is a group of people sitting in a restaurant eating.


    The fourth picture is the second hanging man.


    The fifth picture is a man lying on the bed with a child squatting beside him, holding his hand.


    This is him last night.


    Mo Yi''s fingers holding the flashlight are tight, and his knuckles seem to be a little white by subconscious force. He calms down and continues to move to the side.


    The sixth picture is about a man.


    He was standing on the wall of a small room, holding a flashlight, carefully studying the six paintings on one side of the wall.


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 Chapter 29

    Shivering spread from the bottom of my heart, cold from head to toe.


    A cavity of blood almost all cold down, the terror of silence pressure people panic, the ears can only hear the buzzing white noise.


    Mo Yi''s hair stood on end, his adrenaline soared sharply, making his eyes a little fuzzy.


    He blinked with difficulty.


    Turn back slowly.


    With his action, the white light column of the flashlight flickered on the wall, shining directly behind him -


    in the pale light, a worn-out teddy bear was sitting upright against the wall.


    Sparse Brown villi, ramshackle limbs, strangely crooked head.


    He sat where the child stood in the picture and looked at Mo Yi with his only black eye.


    Mo Yi can''t help holding his breath. His heart seems to be clenched by a pair of invisible hands and pounding violently.


    Huge pressure on the nerves, the forehead can not help but exude sweat.


    Suddenly, Mo Yi seemed to think of something.


    He moved his Adam''s apple, his dry throat burning like a fire, and then he stepped to the teddy bear.


    This time, it did not disappear, but stood quietly like a real dead thing.


    Mo Yi stops two steps away from the teddy bear, and his stiff and cold fingers slowly reach into his pocket.


    The cold thing with round edge was hard at his fingertips.


    He took a deep breath and squatted down.


    His fingers trembled - Mo Yi had to grip his fingers hard to calm himself down.


    Then he took the thing out of his pocket.


    Mo Yi stares at it, the black smooth surface in the flashlight light flashing light.


    Then he reached over and placed it in the empty eyes of the teddy bear.


    -- it fits perfectly.


    Mo Yi stopped and let go, only to find that after his hand left, the eyes of the teddy bear stayed in place, as if they had never fallen down.


    He took a long breath.


    It was only then that I found that the finger holding the flashlight was completely stiff, and the cold palm was so wet that it was almost impossible to move.


    The teddy bear quietly watched Mo Yi with his complete black eyes.


    Just then, one of its ramshackle arms, as if unable to bear the pull of gravity, fell down.


    The pale yellow wadding fell pitifully.


    A piece of paper from the teddy bear''s body was revealed.


    Mo Yi pauses, reaches out his hand and carefully pulls out the piece of paper.


    Under the light of the flashlight, Mo Yi unfolds it carefully, and the fine cotton wadding floats along with his movement, flying and falling slowly.


    On the yellowing paper, a crooked treasure map was drawn in the childish handwriting of a child.


    The path above is a little familiar. It seems that it overlaps with the guide map of the whole orphanage.


    Mo Yi was stunned, pursed her lips and looked at her feet subconsciously.


    It''s empty.


    The teddy bear is gone again.


    Mo Yi put the note into his pocket, and finally used a flashlight to turn around the room, then turned around and walked out of the toy house.


    The long lost light made Mo Yi relax a little. He took a long breath and found that his back clothes were completely wet, and there was a trace of coolness in the cold corridor.


    Just then, there was a bang behind him.


    Mo Yi was surprised and turned to see that the door of the toy house was heavily closed.


    He tried to twist it, only to find that the door had been locked from the inside.


    Mo Yi''s heart is covered with a trace of coldness.


    He let go of his hand holding the door handle, then quickened his pace and walked towards the hall.


    Mo Yi has not yet completely recovered from the moment of shock.


    After a few aimless turns in the hall, he regained his consciousness and found himself back in his room.


    Mo Yi looked down at his watch.


    It''s just ten past two, and it''s still early for the next time node on the timetable.


    Mo Yi hesitated to stand at the door of his room. After thinking about it, he sat down on the bed and took out the note from his pants pocket.


    The paper is only half the size of a palm. It has a few simple lines drawn with crooked strokes. At the end of the line, a big cross is made with a bright red crayon.


    Mo Yi turned over the note and saw a line of writing on it:


    "E and get me"


    after combining the whole map of the orphanage with this treasure map in his brain, Mo Yi couldn''t help being stunned.The part of the red fork happened to be deep in the corridor of the dean''s room.


    The unpleasant memories in the dean''s office came back to mind.


    Mo Yi touched his neck subconsciously.


    Even though it had been nearly a day, his neck still had not disappeared, and even became more and more red and swollen. The long blue and purple one was still burning and faintly painful. Even if the collar block, but still can not completely cover up the trace.


    Mo Yi put down his hand, the bottom of his dark eyes was calm and deep. In the depth of his eyes, there was a little bright light.


    He folded the note carefully and put it back in his pocket. Then he got up and went to the door.


    Suddenly, Mo Yi stopped in front of the door and frowned.


    It''s not whether he wants to find the truth


    But whether or not to go with Song Qi.


    According to the law, he is a senior person that Jiang yuanrou has found. He should be trusted and can improve the survival rate with him.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and pinched his thin and weak arm. He was a little depressed for a moment.


    However, there are too many doubts about Song Qi.


    The cooperation between them has been cast a shadow from the beginning, and the later the shadow is, the more difficult it is for him to ignore it.


    Mo Yi doesn''t know whether to trust this person.


    Maybe Can he try again?


    Mo Yi made up his mind and went out. But the next second, he was stunned.


    He didn''t know which room Song Qi had.


    Therefore, Mo Yi walked the corridor from head to end, but he still did not find Song Qi''s figure.


    If you go further, you may get unnecessary attention from others.


    Therefore, Mo Yi had to give up the idea of continuing to look for Song Qi and walked along the instructions of the treasure map to the corridor where the dean''s office was located.


    In the dark corridor, the light is dim. After checking the battery in his flashlight, Mo Yi takes a deep breath, strides across his legs and walks deep into the corridor.


    Under the feet of the plank came the unbearable "creaking" sound, which was particularly noticeable in the silent and dark corridor.


    The deeper you go, the deeper you go.


    The silence was almost palpitating.


    When passing the dean''s office, Mo Yi''s pace can''t help but stop.


    He turned his head and looked at the dusty doorplate on the wooden door. What happened inside the door was still vivid.


    Mo Yi calmed down his breath, turned around, turned on his flashlight and continued to walk inward.


    His shadow was re projected onto the dark green wallpaper by the dim wall lamps installed on both sides of the wall. It looked like a human figure, and it was a bit ghostly for a moment.


    The crooked ceiling and walls of the corridor form an uncomfortable angle, depressing like a throat.


    Mo Yi walked forward silently. At this moment, he was stunned and stopped slowly.


    The beam of the flashlight fell on a wall - there was no road ahead.


    Mo Yi turned his head and looked behind him in disbelief. The dean''s room that had just passed by was still standing in the distance. At the end of the corridor, the hall flickered with faint light.


    He turned his head, and the light of his flashlight shone on the solid wall, and the lines of the dark green wallpaper on it were clearly illuminated. The traces of water and dirt were invisible in the pale light.


    Mo Yi stepped forward, reached out and pushed the wall, then bent his finger and knocked.


    Real.


    It means In this corridor, there is only one room in the dean''s room?


    Mo Yi frowned tightly.


    It''s weird. It''s not just that one room occupies a whole corridor. It''s This orphanage is incomplete.


    He thought that the parts that he didn''t find in other places should be in this corridor, but when there was nothing here, it was very strange.


    Where does the nurse live? Where is the utility room?


    Mo Yi walked around the open space undaunted, groping around the walls.


    Nothing.


    He frowned and stood there thinking what had gone wrong.


    But clearly, the instructions on the treasure map said this.


    Mo Yi took a step forward and suddenly stopped: he seemed to find something wrong.


    From just now on, he never heard his feet creak on the wooden floor.


    Mo Yi squatted down and touched the ground with his fingers.


    It is smooth and smooth, without wood thorns, and there is no gap in the shadow between wood and wood.


    Mo Yi''s heart leaps, touching the gap between the ground and the wall, a little hard things stabbed his fingertips.


    He rubbed, slowly tearing open a narrow gap.Then pull hard!


    The dust was flying all over the sky, and a carpet that was glued to the ground was lifted to reveal the face under it.


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 Chapter 30

    Mo Yi looked at the "carpet" that had covered the floor before.


    The structure is pressed so tightly that it is very hard to step on it. It is impossible to distinguish it from the normal ground. The wood texture on it is so vivid that it is almost impossible to distinguish the difference from the previous ground in such a dim light environment.


    Exquisite workmanship.


    Mo Yi said in his heart.


    With this orphanage whose walls are all crooked is not a grade.


    The clouds of doubt gathered deeper and deeper.


    Mo Yi rolled the blanket aside and turned to look at the iron door on the ground.


    The flat iron door flashed a little cold light under the dim light. There was no unnecessary ornament on it. It was smooth and flat. Only one side had something similar to a handle, lying in the middle of the groove on the ground.


    There is a big lock with a long history on it, which seems to have been destroyed by violence and has been broken.


    Mo Yi tentatively stretched out his other hand, forced the half heavy lock away, then held the handle and lifted it upward --


    the iron door opened silently.


    A cold and humid smell, with dust and the smell of something rotten.


    Mo Yi was caught off guard and coughed several times.


    He reached for his flashlight and flashed it into the hidden passage.


    After losing the iron door to cover, the dark hole of the hole was exposed, and layers of stairs extended to the inner bottom, leading to the unknown darkness.


    The torch''s beam cannot penetrate the deep darkness of the ground, and can only illuminate the first few steps on the top floor.


    It''s been a long time since I set foot in the dust.


    Mo Yi turned over his bag and stuck a small clip on the side of the iron door to prevent the iron door from falling down suddenly after he entered.


    Then he bent down and gingerly picked up the steps.


    The turbid air, which had been sealed in the ground for a long time, filled his nose, and his steps took up a cloud of dust, which scattered in the cold air, flying in front of the light column of the flashlight.


    The steps below were narrow and long, and the darkness deepened as they went down.


    The light from the top of the head was thinner and weaker, and it was almost difficult to penetrate the narrow cellar, leaving only a vague outline when looking up.


    Finally, Mo Yi''s foot reached the ground.


    He left the steps, took a few tentative steps forward, moved his flashlight, and tried to see where he was.


    The light of the flashlight moves through the whole underground space, sketching out a vague but indistinct outline.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.


    It''s a lot bigger than he thought.


    At this time, the flashlight seemed to light up a long line hanging in one corner. Mo Yi walked over in the dark, and then stretched out his hand to gently pull it.


    The light came on and lit up the whole basement.


    It is a very broad place with tight structure and closed ceiling dome, which protects the underground space. The walls are straight and strong without wallpaper. The hard rocks are exposed. The walls are covered with dirt and the wet water stains caused by being in the cold and cold underground. The ground is also a gravel ground, on which you can hear the small sound of friction with the soles of shoes.


    The most startling ones are those densely packed cots.


    They are almost full of space, as if to save space, these beds are extremely close, almost no gap, one by one tightly arranged.


    And through these little beds, just across the room, was a half open wooden door.


    Mo Yi scanned the whole room roughly and counted it silently in his heart: there are more than 150 cots in this room alone, enough to accommodate the same number of children.


    He put his legs into the gap between the bed and the bed, and walked cautiously forward. After he reached the end of the room, Mo Yi stretched his legs a little and gave a long sigh of relief.


    He went to the door, reached for it, pushed it open, and found the same light rope in the corresponding corner.


    After a slight pull, the overhead light hummed a few times, then flickered on, can light up the whole room.


    Mo Yi couldn''t help but take a breath.


    This room, like the one in front, has an amazing number of cots.


    But the only difference was that the walls of the room were splashed with an astonishing amount of brown blood, which had been piled up again and again into dark black, and condensed and dried up into terrible marks on the wall.


    There are bullet holes on the wall.


    On each cot, on the dirty mat, there were different amounts of blood left, which looked extremely tragic.


    It''s like There was a massacre here.


    The room smelled of staleness and disgusting.


    Mo Yi calmed down and found that there were several small rooms in this tragic room.There are marks on them - "Dean''s room", "nursing room", "storage room" and so on.


    Mo Yi suddenly realized.


    He finally knew why there were so few rooms above and why public spaces were so poorly constructed.


    The orphanage on the ground is just the tip of the iceberg, or a cover, while its real body and viscera are hidden under the ground.


    What is the purpose of this orphanage on the ground?


    Mo Yi looks around at the amazing number of small beds in the room, and a guess slowly surfaced in his heart.


    His eyes sank, and his dark eyes seemed to freeze for a moment.


    Mo Yi subconsciously turned the flashlight in his palm, and then went straight to the dean''s room under the ground.


    This Dean''s room is different from the one on the ground. The desk and chair are all turned over disorderly like being robbed. The yellowing and old documents are scattered in the whole room, and all places are covered with thick dust.


    However, the first thing Mo Yi noticed was the kind of crooked photos on the wall.


    The picture is yellow, with two big holes and curly corners, but the portrait is still clear.


    It was a tall woman, dressed in a straight black dress, with her hands in her arms, her eyes were solemn, and there was a deep wrinkle between her eyebrows. She looked straight at the camera.


    Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, flashed in his mind that he found in the library clip newspaper - this seems to be the woman who was hanged above.


    Just then, standing at the door, he hesitated.


    In the dean''s room on the ground, he was almost killed, which made him cautious.


    After all, Mo Yi doesn''t know whether the rules on the ground are applicable under the ground.


    If applicable, there is no second Song Qi to save him this time.


    Mo Yi frowned and recalled every detail of the rule. None of them mentioned that there was an underground space. The hint at the beginning of the game was to tell them to act according to the rules.


    So Is it possible to think that in this basement, we can drill holes in the rules?


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and decided to gamble.


    He stepped into the dean''s room with a big stride, and then stuck his foot against the door to prevent it from closing suddenly. Then Mo Yi lowered his head and looked at the pointer of his watch slowly turning in circles, while his muscles were tense, ready to rush out at any time when things were not right.


    He was attacked within ten minutes of entering the door last time.


    So, to be on the safe side, Mo Yi waited for 15 minutes this time.


    The pointer is evenly rotating on the dial, making a gentle sound of walking, and quietly covers the whole room. Fifteen minutes passed quickly, but nothing happened.


    Mo Yi slowly breathed a breath, and his tense muscles relaxed a little: great. It seems that his guess is correct.


    He walked quickly into the room, crouched down, and began to rummage through the scattered papers.


    Many places in those records are vague. Sometimes they are replaced by abbreviations. Sometimes they are even marked with the date and the amount of money.


    This is a ledger.


    Mo Yi''s brows wrinkled tightly.


    On one page, he recognized several familiar names, arranged in familiar order: "Daniel tommy¡­¡­ john¡­¡­¡±


    It was the name of the name tag on the front of the bed in his room.


    In front of the name, it seems that the orphan''s original family and a brief introduction of the family situation are nothing special. However, at the back of the name, there are a few words of money and money marked in scribbled handwriting. There are also some simple notes: "leather factory", "private", "private".


    Mo Yi clenched the Yellow crisp paper, leaving a faint temperature on the rough paper.


    His conjecture was confirmed.


    It''s a transit point for illegal child trafficking, where orphans from all over the world are brought to this place, then placed in the dark and crowded underground, and then sold one by one.


    They were transported, bought, or taken out of the country anonymously.


    The formal orphanage on the ground is just to cover up the dirty trade under it, so it is so careless and short of weight, because they know that none of the children who are sent here can stay enough to use the public space here.


    Mo Yi breathed a little, and subconsciously murmured:


    "all hope abandon, ye who enter in"


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 Chapter 31

    At this time, Mo Yi''s watch made a slight "drip sound", which brought him back to reality from his mind.


    He blinked and looked down at the dial:


    ten minutes to five.


    In order to prevent himself from missing time, moyt set up a reminder ten minutes before the end of free time.


    Although the rules above the ground are not applicable below the ground, if you don''t go back at dinner time, it is bound to arouse the suspicion of other players.


    Plus Mo Yi thinks that he needs to see Song Qi.


    He lowered his eyes, piled the documents he had read to one side, stood up, took a deep look at the room at last, and then turned and walked out.


    Even if not for the first time, the house full of dried blood is still shocking.


    Mo Yi didn''t open his eyes and walked across the narrow gap between the beds.


    Without paying attention, his knee suddenly bumped into a hard and cold metal edge. Mo Yi took a breath of cold and looked down.


    I saw a small bed lying on the ground with four metal legs facing the sky. It was it that hit Mo Yi''s knee.


    Mo Yi frowns tightly. The numbness on his knees has disappeared, but a trace of coolness is passing through his heart.


    He remembered that when he came in, none of the beds were turned over.


    A small blood fingerprint was printed on the bed board, which was different from other black and old blood stains in the room. The color of the fingerprint was dazzling red, and it was printed in the middle of the bed board with clear outline.


    It''s like it was just printed.


    Mo Yi''s back felt cold and could not help looking at his side.


    At this time, his light glimpsed a familiar outline - a brown gray teddy bear, sitting upright on the bed behind him, looking at him with two complete black eyes.


    Mo Yi regained his concentration and quickly looked in that direction.


    The bear has disappeared.


    Only in the blood dried dirty sheets, leaving an invisible indentation.


    Mo Yi was stunned. His eyes became serious and deep thought flashed in his eyes.


    Previously, he had always thought that the teddy bear was the embodiment of the ghost in this copy, and it was a "death omen".


    After all, he saw the teddy bear flash before he was in danger, and so did the second victim before he died.


    But what happened in the toy house was a bit of a reversal.


    Looking back, reconnecting with what happened before, a completely different guess emerges.


    If This teddy bear is actually a hint?


    Its appearance warns the existence of danger for players, and even prompts the appearance of new clues.


    If this conjecture is true, then why does it do so?


    Mo Yi frowned a little bewildered, and his mind was filled with fragmentary conjectures.


    He looked down at his watch - five minutes before the bell rang.


    There''s no time to check it out.


    After marking the bed where the teddy bear appeared, Mo Yi hurried out of the passage.


    As soon as he closed the iron door again, the harsh metal bell rang.


    Mo Yi pulled the blanket from the side, covered the iron door on the ground, and then stood up and walked quickly to the dining room.


    Other players have basically arrived.


    Mo Yi quickly swept around the crowd, but found that there was no song Qi.


    He lined up in disbelief and went to the dining table.


    as like as two peas and yesterday, the rough and dry brown bread and the muddy water are the same. The water is as greasy as ever and the dust is so fragrant that it seems more difficult to entrance than before.


    Mo Yi noticed that although most people were not very willing, they still took some water to take away.


    He dropped his eyes lightly, went to the front of the stage and received the same amount of food and water as yesterday.


    After Mo Yi turned around, he was stunned.


    Song Qizheng was standing not far away. He seemed to be paler than before, and even his lips lost the light color of blood.


    With one hand in his trouser pocket, he squinted slightly and looked straight at Mo Yi.


    After looking at each other for a few seconds, they walked to the table together and sat down.


    They tacitly did not mention where each other would go during today''s free time.


    Mo Yi tastelessly chewed the dry black bread. The shadow of his eyelashes hung down on his calm face. He looked a little unpredictable.


    He didn''t trust Song Qi.


    There are so many mysteries in this man that he can''t help doubting.


    However, Mo Yi has to admit that since entering the copy, Song Qi did not do any harm to him. He defended him in words and deeds, and even saved his life.He turned his wrist subconsciously. It seemed that there was still a burning pain on it. It was engraved on the skin, and it hurt a lot.


    Song Qi''s deep voice came from his ear:


    "why, is it still painful?"


    Mo Yi raised his head after hearing the sound. Song Qizheng was watching him with his eyes as light as fog. There was not much expression on his sharp face, but there was a little hidden concern in his eyes.


    Mo Yi smiles and shakes his head gently. He eats the bread in his hand, patting the crumbs on his hand and standing up.


    He whispered a sentence in Song Qi''s ear:


    "come with me."


    Mo Yi put his hand on Song Qi''s shoulder and patted it gently. However, he was surprised to feel that under his palm, the muscles of the other party''s shoulder were suddenly tense.


    They left the restaurant one after the other.


    Once out of the door, the light will become dim, dim wall lamps will be dilapidated, old corridor can be lit up, appear more bleak and desolate.


    Mo Yi did not speak and walked straight to the corridor where the dean''s office was located.


    He was forced to participate in this weird escape game, and the only way to escape was to get enough points, and if he wanted to get points, he had to complete the hidden task in the copy.


    Fortunately, the difficulty of this copy is relatively low. After half the game time, he has the clue of hidden task.


    But from just now on, Mo Yi is struggling with whether to let Song Qi share points with him?


    If he had no doubts at the beginning, Mo Yi would not be stingy, but Song Qi was full of doubts, which made him hesitant.


    But now, Mo Yi has made up his mind.


    Mo Yi reached out and touched his tightly wrapped wrist. No matter how suspicious Song Qi was, he still had to pay back his love for saving his life.


    Just as he walked into the corridor, Mo Yi suddenly found that Song Qi didn''t follow him.


    He turned his head suspiciously and saw Song Qi standing at the entrance of the corridor, half of his face concealed in the darkness caused by the light. His long eyelashes covered his light eyes and could not see the look on his face.


    Are you worried about what happened last time?


    Mo Yi frowned without a trace and said, "it doesn''t matter. I came here just now when I was free. It''s very safe. Don''t worry."


    Song Qi raised his eyes and looked at him. The bottom of his eyes twinkled with unknown emotions. He was silent.


    Suddenly raised the corner of his lips, showing a smile: "good."


    With that, he stepped forward and came in.


    Mo Yi turned his head and breathed a sigh of relief: for a moment, he thought that Song Qi would try to find an excuse just like before.


    The two walked towards the deep under the dim light in the corridor.


    Mo Yi squatted down and groped on the ground.


    Song Qi stepped forward, squatted down beside him and helped him lift up the blanket.


    He measured his face sideways and said, "your hand is hurt. I''ll help you."


    After lifting the blanket, Song Qi easily pulled up the iron gate on the ground, and they went down one after another.


    The muddy air under the ground had dissipated a little, but the dusty environment and the damp smell of stale blood were still very uncomfortable.


    Mo Yi rubbed his nose and stopped his sneezing impulse and went straight to the second room inside.


    He quickened his pace, went to the bed where the teddy bear he had marked appeared, and then stooped down and searched the whole bed.


    Mo Yi opened the sheet stained with blood clotting and searched the mattress inch by inch to find out whether there was any secret hidden in it. He even lifted up the bed board and carefully examined it, but still found nothing beyond his expectation.


    Mo Yi stops and looks at the disordered bed in front of him. He frowns and thinks about what he has left behind.


    At this time, a sentence flashed through his mind. Mo Yi was stunned and unconsciously murmured: "br >


    " under your bones£¬ beneath your skin¡­¡­£¿¡±


    Mo Yi''s eyes twinkled. He looked at the small bed in front of him again. He tentatively raised one corner of the bed and stuck it on his arm. Then he put his other hand under the bed column -


    sure enough, the metal bed column is hollow.


    Mo Yi''s eyes shine more and more. He gropes for the four bed pillars of the small bed one by one. Finally, a piece of paper is found in the gap between the bed pillars at the head of the small bed.


    This piece of paper is more worn and dirty than other pieces of paper.


    Mo Yi unfolded the note and saw an empty gallows with crayons on it. Under it were several English letters with different gaps.


    A villain is still missing.


    He pursed his lips, raised his head, and his eyes wandered through the room until he landed on the overturned cot.The little blood fingerprints look startling.


    Mo Yi''s lips are crooked.


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    Mo Yi stood up and walked quickly to the overturned bed.


    This time, instead of rummaging through the four pillars of the bed facing upward, he pushed it to the side and groped in the bed post above its front.


    Sure enough, he soon found a dusty ball of paper.


    Mo Yi gently shakes the dust on it, and then carefully unfolds the paper ball.


    Brown and some yellow pieces of paper were crumpled and looked old and dirty.


    On the note, with a young crayon, he drew a hanging villain.


    Below the villain are a few scattered English letters.


    Mo Yi looks pale between her eyebrows and eyes.


    Sure enough, he guessed right.


    Whether beneath or under is a relative position, and the bed is inverted, then the clues must be searched in the way of inverted.


    Without much hesitation, he overlapped the two pieces of paper together, then turned on his flashlight and photographed it from bottom to top.


    The pale lamp post passed through the dark yellow old paper, and the light seemed to be stained with dust.


    With Mo Yi''s fingers gently moving, the gallows and the villains slowly overlap, and the handwriting on the paper is also pieced together:


    "Thanatos"


    tanatos?


    Mo Yi frowned, his eyes flashed a puzzled look.


    In Greek mythology, tanatos is the word of death, which is in charge of death and destruction.


    Although Mo Yi is not very familiar with Greek mythology, he still has a little understanding of tanatos.


    However, he couldn''t figure out what the "Thanatos" means here?


    Mo Yi unconsciously rubbed the uneven edge of the paper, while staring at the two pieces of paper, while bending his head in meditation.


    At this time, he seemed to think of something, suddenly raised his head and looked at the dean''s room opposite the room.


    Song Qi was standing in the door, flipping through the files on the ground. His head was hanging low. He could hardly see the expression on his face through the dim light in most of the rooms.


    Mo Yi''s eyes brightened, raised his voice and said to Song Qi:


    "can you see the files of these orphans there?"


    Song Qi raised his head a little, paused, and replied, "yes."


    Mo Yi''s face looked pale in the light, but his eyes were so bright that he took a deep breath and then said:


    "do you find any orphans from a poor noble family or at least a middle-class family with accumulation?"


    If his previous conjecture about teddy bears is correct So every time it appears, it is actually taking him closer to the truth step by step.


    Whether it''s a teddy bear or the handwriting on the note, it''s very childish. However, every hint on the note is extremely unusual - whether it is divine comedy or tanatos, it is beyond the knowledge chain of an ordinary child. Moreover, in the background of this orphanage, illiterates still occupy the majority.


    Well, there is a great possibility that the child who left clues everywhere came from a family with excellent family education, so that he was exposed to high-quality aristocratic education at such a young age.


    In the dean''s room, there was a slight friction sound of paper turning. After a while, Song Qi''s voice came:


    "I''ve found it."


    However, before Mo Yi could breathe a sigh of relief, he only listened to Song Qi''s addition: "there are many more."


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows wrinkled tightly and carved a deep impression in the center of his eyebrows.


    That means more clues are needed to narrow the scope.


    He subconsciously tightened his fingers, and the old paper in his hand made a fragile scratching sound.


    Mo Yi is stunned and subconsciously looks at the note in his hand.


    ¡­¡­ Tanatos.


    He was distracted and suddenly raised his voice and said, "well, are there any brothers among these people?"


    Song Qi answered this time quickly: "yes."


    Mo Yi''s heart was finally relieved when he mentioned his voice.


    As the God of death, tanatos did not appear alone in Greek mythology. He had a younger brother, sopranos, who were the sons of the goddess of night. They both appeared in pairs to carry the body of the dead in the night.


    Plus, whether it''s hide and seek or hangman, both games require more than one person to play.


    Therefore, Mo Yi would guess that this is a pair of brothers.


    He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up with the palm of his hand. As he had been squatting for too long, his legs and feet were numb. Mo Yi staggered a few steps and almost fell down.


    However, Mo Yi did not care about the acid and hemp that had not been cleared up below his knee. He quickened his pace, bypassed the numerous cots in the whole room, and went straight to the dean''s room.


    Song Qi just came out of it, and they met each other face to face.Mo Yi suddenly found that Song Qi''s face seemed to be getting worse.


    "Are you ok?" he asked, somewhat worried


    After hearing the speech, Song Qi looked at him deeply. The pupils of a pair of light gray eyes seemed to be more pale, and there was a halo of inorganic matter under the light. He looked at Mo Yi for a few seconds, and suddenly he hooked his lips and laughed: "it''s OK."


    Since all this has been said, Mo Yi is not good to continue to ask, so he has to tell him anxiously:


    "if you are not comfortable, don''t be arrogant."


    Song Qi nodded and handed the document to Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, reached for the document and read it carefully.


    This is a pair of brothers. The elder brother is called Albert, and the younger brother is named Aaron. Both of them are very typical Hebrew names, which are obviously related to the religious belief of the family.


    In addition, what attracts Mo Yi''s attention is their surname "Howard".


    Although Mo Yi doesn''t know much about English surnames, he also knows that the Howard family is a prestigious aristocrat in England. Does this mean that Are these two children related to the family?


    But if this is the case, how can they be exiled to this orphanage?


    Mo Yi continued to read with questions from the bottom of his heart.


    Perhaps because of the illegal activities in the orphanage, many of the records are very brief, and some are mixed with the slang of the lower class of that era, which seems to make people even confused.


    Mo Yi frowned and pondered over the meaning of the words, and slowly opened the second page.


    There were two pieces of newspaper cuttings about the size of bean curd. The paper was yellow, but the handwriting was still clear.


    Both are obituaries.


    The first is a man who died unfortunately in the battlefield. The second is that the downcast aristocratic family is caught in a fire, and the suspected insane hostess sets fire to herself.


    The general outline of a tragedy is slowly outlined.


    Her husband, who died in the first World War, and his wife, who was insane because she couldn''t bear the grief, set fire to herself, and a couple of brothers, who were young and lost their parents, had been sent to public orphanages for several times.


    Mo Yi looked at the date carefully. Because it was the first World War, the number of orphans increased rapidly, and the government''s main energy was also focused on foreign battlefields. This led to the breeding of darkness, and such illegal activities were not stopped.


    An endless stream of orphans are sent to this place by various means, both in the dark and in the dark, and then they will soon be sold, staying for no more than half a month.


    The brothers'' record lasted a full year and a half.


    Looking at the last recorded date on that page, Mo Yi was stunned, and a vague idea flashed through his mind.


    He rummaged through his backpack and took out the book he had found in the library.


    Mo Yi opened the pages of the book, and there was another newspaper clipping in the dusty yellow paper.


    The tall woman stood in front of the camera, her pale and fuzzy facial features staring straight at the camera, looking stiff and stiff.


    However, Mo Yi is not concerned about the photos, but the date marked on the newspaper clipping:


    March 17, 1919.


    Mo Yi turned to look at the record of the orphan. The last date marked on it was:


    March 10, 1919.


    The brothers stayed in the orphanage until a week before the hanging.


    Why are they here for so long?


    Is it because of their noble status that the Dean dare not sell them easily?


    Mo Yi frowned, always vaguely some unknown feeling lingered in his heart, making him some inexplicable irritability.


    He put the newspaper clip back into the book, stretched out his hand to support the bedstead beside him, and stood up.


    Looking up, Mo Yi''s eyes suddenly on the portrait hanging on the wall.


    The pale light in the dean''s room lit up the narrow room and fell down from the top of the head, looking cold and desolate


    tall women''s rigid and serious face was framed in the broken photo frame. In the yellow and curly photos, the woman looked straight ahead with empty eyes, standing with negative hands, and a solemn black dress, which looked particularly ominous.


    Her posture and clothes were exactly the same as in the newspaper clipping.


    Mo Yi''s heart is tight. If he is too strong, his back will be cold.


    He knew where his sense of disobedience came from.


    In Britain, the judicial process of sentencing a person to the gallows is extremely long, sometimes even several months. Since the Dean was executed in March, it means that she has been in prison at least in February.


    Well, after the Dean was arrested and the orphanage was closed down.


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 Chapter 33

    Mo Yi tilted his head and thought for a moment. Suddenly he went forward and looked at the painting carefully.


    After looking at it for a while, he frowned slowly, then reached out and touched the frame.


    The quality of the frame is not very good. The edge of the rough burr pierces Mo Yi''s fingertip, which brings dull pain. But what Mo Yi noticed is that there are a small row of point like protrusions on the rough surface of the frame.


    He increased his strength, and the little bumps fell into his palm with his movements.


    It''s brown.


    Mo Yi raised his hand and smelled it. He was stunned.


    These It should be the dried up blood.


    According to the pattern of the blood clots, they should be splashed from the high pressure artery.


    Mo Yi stepped back a few steps and carefully examined the wall with the picture frame.


    There was no wallpaper on the walls. The bare walls were yellowing. There were dim water stains and dirty molds in the corners. There was no trace of blood or repainting on the whole room.


    Mo Yi thought move, from the corner of the wall pulled a stool overturned on the ground, raised his legs and stepped on it.


    He reached for both sides of the frame and, with a slight effort, took it off the wall as a whole.


    As soon as he turns his head, Mo Yi is startled by Song Qi, who appears quietly behind him.


    Song Qi raised his head slightly, reached out to hold the back of his chair, which was almost broken because of its dilapidated condition. Then he lifted up the heavy bottom of the photo frame with one hand, turned his face and looked at him:


    "your hand is still injured, can I help you?"


    Mo Yi nodded: "thank you very much."


    After that, he took Song Qi''s hand, jumped out of the chair, and went straight to the dean''s room.


    Song Qi picked up the heavy photo frame with one hand and kept up with Mo Yi.


    In the whole room outside the dean''s room, the walls were covered with layers of dried blood, splashed or splashed, and even dripping. The dirty brown blood stains on the walls were startling and almost unbearable to look directly at.


    Mo Yi started from the place close to the dean''s room. He walked slowly along the wall while carefully observing the direction of the blood on the wall.


    Finally, he stopped in the middle of the room.


    Mo Yi takes a deep breath, his eyes twinkle with light, and turns to look at Song Qi who is following him.


    Before he opened his mouth to say something, Song Qi came up to him, stopped at his side, and carefully observed the seemingly insignificant wall.


    Mo Yi was a little breathless, and there was light excitement in his clear eyes. He stood on tiptoe and pointed to a wall above Song Qi''s side. He opened his mouth hastily and said:


    "if you look carefully, there is less blood splashing on the top, but there is a whole blood trace extending from here to there."


    In order to point out the direction of the blood, Mo Yi moved closer to Song Qi. Their cheeks were close to each other. Song Qi could almost feel Mo Yi''s warm breath gently spraying on his side face, which made him tense up involuntarily.


    Mo Yi is still immersed in his own world. His dark eyes are brighter and his speaking speed is faster and faster:


    "you see, the bloodstain suddenly stops at the top, and then it starts to extend again not far away."


    "There must have been something on the walls here." Mo Yi affirms the underground conclusion, then reaches out to hold Song Qi''s shoulder and turns to look at him. The distance between them is extremely close, almost like Mo Yi''s half embracing him.


    Mo Yi continues to say: "you carry the photo frame..."


    His words suddenly stopped and his eyes looked at Song Qi strangely: "what''s the matter with you? What''s wrong? Why is your face so red? "


    After that, Mo Yi is ready to reach for Song Qi''s forehead.


    Song Qi couldn''t help but feel the higher temperature on his face. He quickly intercepted Mo Yi''s hand in mid air, then forced himself to shake his head calmly and replied, "I''m ok."


    Mo Yi noticed that they were too close at the moment, and hastened to open up a little distance. He laughed a little sorry:


    "I''m sorry, I was too excited just now, and I lost my temper."


    However, what Mo Yi didn''t see was that, after he was a little far away, Song Qi''s eyes instantly crossed a trace of shallow loss.


    The atmosphere in the air was a little awkward.


    Mo Yi pauses and pauses again and again. After taking a look at Song Qi, he can''t help but say:


    "that How long will you hold my hand? "


    Song Qi pursed his lips and gently rubbed Mo Yi''s palm with his thumb without trace. Then he kept his face still and said solemnly:


    "sorry, I forgot."


    But the tip of his red, bloody ears revealed his restless mood.Mo Yi looked at him suspiciously, and then continued to say the topic just now: "well, you stand on the bed with the photo frame and try to overlap with the blank space above."


    Song Qi nodded calmly and stood up according to Mo Yi''s instructions and pasted the photo frame to the wall.


    The corner of the frame overlapped with the edge of the bloodstain.


    Even the dust and almost invisible faint marks on the wall are perfectly coincident.


    Mo Yi''s breath was so short that he let Song Qi stand down from the bed, then reached around the photo frame, and with Song Qi''s strength, he skillfully fumbled behind the photo frame with his intact hand, and then gently used a clever force.


    Just listening to a gentle "click", the back of the frame was removed by him.


    In the dust, the frame suddenly disintegrates. Mo Yi quickly catches the photo of falling freely. However, he doesn''t want to see a fragment slide down from the back plate of the frame.


    Mo Yi stopped, put the scattered parts of the frame to Song Qi''s hand, then squatted down and picked up the piece.


    It was a corner of a yellowing photo, with obvious tearing marks on the top. On the only half of the remaining corner, there seemed to be a few fuzzy shoes lined up.


    Mo Yi''s eyes sank, then raised his head, raised the fragment to Song Qi and said:


    "I doubt The president who was hanged was framed. "


    Song Qi raised his eyelids slightly and asked quietly, "how do you say that?"


    Mo Yi''s eyes flashed slightly, raised his hand to the bloodstain splashed on the wall and said:


    "this picture frame should have been hung here, so it was stained with these bloodstains. Moreover, the original picture in this frame was not the woman, but was replaced after the event. However, they moved too quickly, tearing off a corner of the original photo and leaving it behind In the frame. "


    He pauses, reaches out his hand to pick up the Yellow portrait of the woman, and continues, "that''s why she''s hung in the most prominent place in the dean''s room, so that she can be framed as the mastermind of this orphanage."


    In Mo Yi''s analysis and explanation, the whole face is almost brightened by the vitality in his eyes. The black and deep eyes are focused on almost affectionate, and the charm that is almost easy to handle makes people hardly move their eyes.


    Song Qi stares at Mo Yi''s smooth side face, a pair of light colored eyes are a little deeper.


    "What I suspect now is that the real mastermind, after putting the scapegoat on the gallows


    Mo Yi frowned and went on. His forehead seemed to be covered by clouds, and he looked worried:


    "in order to cover up his criminal evidence, he was afraid that he could do anything."


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked around the blood everywhere in the whole room. It seemed that something was pressing heavily on his heart, which made him a little breathless. He unconsciously licked his lips and whispered:


    "and the whole orphanage, his biggest criminal evidence There are nearly 300 children in this basement


    Every bloodstain, every life.


    ¡­¡­ A unilateral massacre to cover up the evidence.


    At this time, a familiar mechanical female voice sounded and said in a cold and straightforward voice:


    "dangdangdang! Congratulations on No.08 player Mo Yi, unlock the hidden plot of this escape game!


    Branch task open, complete branch task will reward rich points, please continue to work hard


    Mo Yi was stunned.


    Have you started the branch line mission?


    In the heart suddenly five flavors mixed Chen, each kind of mood mixes together, cannot say what feeling is.


    He took a look at Song Qi, then lowered his eyelashes to cover up his expression.


    At this time, Mo Yi seemed to think of something, he looked down at his watch: 8:30.


    The lights are going out.


    In addition, the difficulty of this copy is about to increase, and it will be extremely dangerous to stay below.


    Mo Yi turned to Song Qi and said, "come on, let''s go up."


    One after the other, they climbed up the stairs and built the iron door of the underground entrance.


    They walked out along the dark corridor, and when they reached the hall, they met unexpected visitors.


    Zhao Yicheng and sun Xiaoyan.


    They stand in the center of the hall with gloomy faces and cast hostile eyes at Mo Yi.


    Sun Xiaoyan took a step forward and looked at Mo Yi aggressively: "do you know what you have done?"


    Mo Yi was stunned. Before he could say anything, he just listened to sun Xiaoyan continue to say:


    "you have opened the hidden task! The difficulty of the whole copy has to be increased. You want us to die


    Mo Yi slowly lowered his head like a confession, and his facial features gradually disappeared in the dark.


    It seems that Zhao Yicheng raised a hand and pressed it on Sun Xiaoyan''s shoulder to stop her next words.


    Then he came forward worried, looked at Mo Yi with a gloomy look on his face, sighed and said:"You It''s really a big problem this time. "


    But, don''t want to, Mo Yi lowers his head and sends out a brief chuckle.


    He took a step forward.


    His facial features were exposed in a slightly dim light, and his impassive black eyes looked straight at Zhao Yicheng, as if he could see through the hearts of the people. It was chilling.


    Mo Yi said with a smile:


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    Zhao Yicheng and sun Xiaoyan''s faces suddenly turned a little bad. They glared at Mo Yi:


    "what do you mean?"


    Mo Yi didn''t answer this question directly. Instead, he took a step forward calmly and looked at them perfectly. He asked:


    "when the branch task is opened, only the person who starts the task can see it. Am I right?"


    The two men on the opposite side were green and red, and did not answer for a moment.


    "Well, who can tell me, how do you know I opened the branch line?"


    Sun Xiaoyan, with a gloomy face, opened his mouth and said, "well Of course, it''s our game store that exchanges it. It''s for fear that a pig''s teammate like you, who is not long eyed, accidentally opens a branch line mission and kills all of us -- "


    " then shouldn''t you exchange something to prevent the task from opening? Why do you want to exchange this kind of prop, like a gun after a horse? " Mo Yi squints his eyes and his tone is a little sharp.


    Sun Xiaoyan a Leng, immediately tongue tied, some can not answer.


    Mo Yi continued: "do you want to say that when we start a task that we can''t accomplish, you can take over and save all of us?"


    Sun Xiaoyan''s face was blue and white for a while. She took a step forward impulsively and began to shout:


    "you..."


    However, she has just said a word, but Yu Guang has been silent since Song Qi.


    An inexplicable fear surged into her heart, and the words about to blurt out were blocked in her trembling throat.


    Song Qi faintly withdrew his eyes and remained silent.


    Mo Yi stood beside him with a calm face and could not see his emotions. He said with a smile:


    "if I am not wrong, the" new man "who was trying to open the door before is also your person


    Before entering the game, Jiang yuanrou once introduced to him that there are three kinds of senior players in this game.


    One is that they don''t know about the hidden branch line - or they don''t want to take the risk even if they know it. They muddle along and live through a copy. This kind of player has a relatively high survival rate, so the number of players accounts for the highest proportion.


    The second is a minority. They swim on the edge of danger and open hidden tasks in order to earn higher points. This kind of player has a high casualty rate, so the number is also less.


    And the other, it''s disgusting.


    They use props to swim in low-level copies. After new people and inexperienced senior people open the branch line, they entice the other party to include them in the branch task through coercion. Try every means to seize the opportunity to get points.


    At the beginning, Mo Yi had some doubts about them.


    Zhao Yicheng is too dominant.


    He took the lead to establish himself as a savior, and then in his later words and deeds, he instilled the image of himself as the dominator and leader into the hearts of the people.


    He told people to look for clues, but he didn''t share any information. He and sun Xiaoyan are always searching for information from other people. They even try to ask the source by singing "red face" and "white face".


    What makes Mo Yi really connect Zhao Yicheng and others with the third kind of senior people is when they have dinner.


    He noticed that the "new man" who had opened the door to death had not taken a piece of black bread for two days, including this evening - so, where did her food come from?


    These little doubts, like scattered beads, accumulate more and more in Mo Yi''s mind.


    Just now, Zhao Yicheng and sun Xiaoyan acted like a complete silk thread, connecting all the beads.


    Zhao Yicheng and sun Xiaoyan have stiff expressions and look at Mo Yi in disbelief.


    Zhao Yicheng coughed twice, mechanically pulled up the corners of his lips, and with a reluctant smile on his face, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain something.


    Mo Yi immediately restrained the smile on his face.


    He looks pale and has a strong deterrent when his face is expressionless:


    "OK, it''s almost time to rest. After all, the difficulty of the copy is going to increase, so it''s better to go back as soon as possible."


    Zhao Yicheng is shocked by Mo Yi''s eyes, and a layer of cold sweat seeps from his back.


    A few seconds later, he realized that he was scared by a young man who was a round younger than him.


    Zhao Yicheng flushed with indignation, and no longer put on that kind of hypocritical smile. He glared at Mo Yi with hatred, and finally whispered to sun Xiaoyan:


    "go."


    Sun Xiaoyan turned his mouth reluctantly, and his expression was a little resentful.


    Two people go to the front and the back.


    Seeing their backs engulfed by the darkness deep in the corridor, Mo Yi lowered his head and looked at his wristwatch:


    8:45


    there were 15 minutes to turn off the lights.


    Mo Yi looks a little preoccupied. He turns his head absentmindedly and looks at Song Qi"Be careful tonight. No one knows what will happen to this copy."


    He thought about it for a while and then added, "and you have to be careful with these two people. They are not likely to give up."


    After that, Mo Yi turned and walked into the corridor.


    He had just taken two steps when he felt his arm caught.


    Mo Yi turns his head in surprise and looks at Song Qi.


    His face was still calm, and there was no blood color in his face. His lips were tight and tight, as if carved from marble.


    His face seemed more pale, and his eyebrows were slightly twisted.


    Song Qi closed his mouth, took a deep breath, hesitated and said:


    "don''t take what they said just now."


    Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds and then realized that Song Qi was referring to sun Xiaoyan''s remarks just now.


    "Every mechanism of the game is forcing players to compete. But it doesn''t put the intention on the table. Instead, it lets players follow their intentions for the sake of freedom and life, or for the huge interests of the point store


    No matter what the players are struggling for, in the end, everyone will join the game voluntarily or involuntarily.


    After all, no one wants to be trapped forever in endless horror copies.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at Song Qi.


    His eyes are very dark, and he is close to the abyss in the light. At this time, he looks calm and almost cruel:


    "and for those who don''t accept the rules of the game, death is only a matter of time."


    Song Qi let go of the palm of his hand holding Mo Yi''s arm.


    Looking at Mo Yi''s straight back, he stepped into the dark corridor without hesitation, and was swallowed up by the deep darkness.


    Song Qi''s face was soft and tender. The next second, his whole figure was hidden in the dark, and then disappeared completely.


    ¡¤


    Mo Yi walked alone along the narrow and deep corridor, and the wooden floor creaked under his feet.


    He held his breath and listened to the movement behind him.


    Song Qi didn''t follow.


    Mo Yi does not know whether to relax or tensely take a deep breath. Under his long eyelashes, his eyes are somewhat complicated.


    When he was underground, he noticed that Song Qi''s name was no longer listed when the branch line mission was opened.


    There is only one explanation for this.


    Song Qi is not a player.


    In order not to make a fuss, Mo Yi has been hiding his own defense, trying to pretend that everything is as usual on the surface, but at the bottom of his heart, it seems that there are waves.


    The previous clues are almost completely linked.


    Song Qi, the "man", has all the doubts and his unexpected persistence in himself.


    Perhaps, plus, at the end of the last copy, a sudden madness made him drink the misty blood.


    So Mo Yi has reason to suspect that this "Song Qi" is the fog at the end of the last copy.


    For the first time in the game, he hesitated.


    As if it was an error code beyond his expectation, so clearly and abruptly across his plan, it represented danger and uncertainty.


    The other party did not show malice to him before today, but how can he believe that the other party will never show malice? This is equivalent to trusting one''s own trust and life to an unknown number out of control, dangerous as derailment.


    The most rational way is to stay away from it as far as possible, or to find a way to "remove".


    It''s like deleting the messy and messy mistakes in the orderly and elegant code line, and returning the world to elegance and smoothness.


    However, Mo Yi is wavering now.


    Just now, before asking him questions, "Song Qi" obviously wanted to tell him something, but it seemed to be blocked by the whole game - just as it prevented Jiang yuanrou from disclosing his relevant information to the outside world.


    It seems that it was after he saved himself that "Song Qi" gradually turned pale.


    Mo Yi guesses that the whole game framework has restrictions on him. I''m afraid that he, who exists outside the copy, is not allowed to participate in the whole copy, let alone interfere in the operation of players in the copy.


    Mo Yi unconsciously rubbed the joints of his thumb, frowning tightly, looking worried.


    What''s more, the reason why "Song Qi" is so kind to him has not been clarified by Mo Yi.


    After all, he''s pretty sure he hasn''t dealt with a similar creature for 20 years.


    The dark corridor was coming to an end, and the door to his own room was in front of him.


    Mo Yi takes a long breath and dispels the chaotic thoughts in his heart and clarifies his own thinking.


    Then he reached for the door frame, turned and walked in.His steps stopped.


    There was one more person in the empty room.


    A short little girl, with her back to him, stood in front of the wooden window, looking out of the window in a trance.


    Thin little hands on the window.


    Mo Yi could not help holding his breath.


    As if aware of Mo Yi''s arrival, the little girl slowly turned her head.


    Half of her cheek was dimly sunken. She could almost see the broken skull and the overflowing brain. There was blood on her long blond hair. She turned a pair of incomplete blue eyes and looked at Mo Yi.


    "Have you seen my bunny?"


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 Chapter 35

    The harsh and noisy bell fell and all the lights went out in an instant.


    Darkness came.


    Suffocating silence enveloped the whole room, dead and dark as an entity, oppressing people''s tense nerves and winding along the spine little by little.


    Human senses are magnified infinitely in the dark and become extremely sensitive.


    Mo Yi subconsciously breathed lightly, as if afraid to disturb something.


    The faint blue light came through the window, which had been sealed with wood and grass, and reflected a light luster on the little girl''s golden hair on her shoulder.


    Just then, the sound of shoes rubbing against the floor came from outside the corridor. The wooden floor let out an unbearable groan / groan. The heavy and dragging footstep sound was particularly clear in the dark.


    Mo Yi''s heart pounded.


    Why do players dare to walk outside after the lights are turned off?


    He turned his head slightly and looked out of the half open door.


    A faint yellow light lit up a corner of the corridor and approached with the slow footsteps.


    The color of the wallpaper slowly revealed, along with the dark night, was melted into a dark gray by the light.


    It''s not a player!


    Mo Yi''s heart was mercilessly mentioned, and then a layer of cold sweat appeared behind him.


    He made a decision and, according to his memory, rushed to the side of the bed.


    The small bed is making a creak, and Mo Yi''s leg bones hit the hard metal bedside in the dark, making a dental acid crash.


    The unspeakable pain spread, which made him bite his teeth and force him not to make a sound.


    The sound of footsteps approached slowly, and a strong sense of uneasiness struck, which oppressed the chest and throat mercilessly, making it difficult to breathe as if drowned.


    Mo Yi''s eyes are closed, and his limbs curl up on the narrow bed in an extremely uncomfortable posture.


    He lay stiff all over, forcing himself to stay still in bed.


    The heavy footfall stopped in front of his bed, and the dim light fell on his eyelids.


    A disturbing silence.


    Mo Yi forced himself to slow down his breathing. It seemed that there was a heavy stone on his heart, which pulled him straight into the abyss.


    The sound of walking slowly away from the light.


    Mo Yi slowly breathed a long sigh of relief. In the dark, he opened his eyes and looked at the window again.


    The pale blue light shines through the gap between the boards, illuminating a small area beside the window.


    It''s empty there.


    The little girl is gone.


    In the dark, Mo Yi''s face was dignified and closed his eyes again, and a sense of foreboding filled his heart.


    It seems that after the opening of the branch line mission, the complains sleeping in the orphanage have the same entity. Whether it is the orphans or the patrol in the corridor just now, they are awakened from their long sleep and walk again.


    The whole night was extremely restless.


    The shuffling footstep seemed indefatigable, wandering in the corridor over and over, accompanied by the creaking of the floor, haunted like a nightmare.


    The next morning, the harsh bell rang at five o''clock.


    Mo Yi got up from the bed with heavy black eyes and walked out of the door.


    Song Qi stood at the door, waiting for him calmly.


    Mo Yi said hello to him as usual, and then they went to the hall together.


    At the moment, many people gathered in the hall. They stood in the hall, their eyes wandering and numb, as if they were used to death and could no longer show more sympathy for the new victims.


    A corpse was hanging from the beam at the door.


    Mo Yi recognizes that this is the woman who acted with Zhao Yicheng when entering the copy.


    Her corpse''s face was frightened and pale, and her turbid eyes looked into the air as if she saw something terrible. Her face was twisted into an ugly posture by fear.


    The uneasy whispers were spreading.


    They were talking in panic, talking in a low voice about the strange sounds and visions they had heard last night, the strange footsteps and the figure of the child, and the fresh corpses that had appeared this morning.


    Mo Yi''s eyes sink. According to the difficulty of this copy, even if the branch line is opened, the original rules should not be changed.


    So, what did this woman do that she shouldn''t do?


    At this time, Mo Yi''s Yu Guang glimpses Zhao Yicheng standing on one side.


    He looked up at the corpse hanging on the beam, and a secret smile slowly appeared on his face with no sadness.


    Mo Yi''s heart leaps, and an unknown premonition comes to his mind.


    The next second, Zhao Yicheng turned around. His face, which was still blank, was filled with grief.


    He raised his voice, half angry and half sad, and said:"Originally The difficulty of this copy is not high. As long as you follow the rules and spend the three days according to the schedule, no one will die! But Someone deliberately opened the branch plot and made the whole copy more difficult, which led to more victims. "


    There was an uproar.


    Mo Yi stands at the edge of the crowd, calmly watching Zhao Yicheng standing in the middle of the crowd. He is not particularly surprised.


    If Zhao Yicheng didn''t try to provoke hostility, he would be surprised.


    Zhao Yicheng said with a heavy face: "if I didn''t have the props to know whether someone opened the branch line, I''m afraid it would have been kept in the dark and hung on the beam of the house."


    Sun Xiaoyan was shocked and asked, "who is it? Who is so vicious


    Zhao Yicheng sighs with cooperation and gives Mo Yi a specious and complicated look. Then, he fumbles in his pocket twice. Then he hears the sound of "drop". Under the blue countdown outside the window, a blood red small character appears:


    "branch line duty:??? Reward for task completion:


    In the following, is a few faint small words: "opened: 08 player Mo Yi."


    When they saw this, they couldn''t help but turn their heads and look at Mo Yi with the hostile eyes of fear and fear.


    The atmosphere in the crowd is like a silk thread suddenly tight, fragile as if the next second is about to break.


    There was a strong smell of gunpowder in the air.


    Mo Yi stood on the side without any expression, and somehow he was distracted:


    It seems that Zhao Yicheng is not so stupid. He said that the props he got unintentionally can not only deceive new people who don''t know anything, but also cover up his real purpose exposed last night.


    What''s more, what happened last night had no other witnesses except them. No matter how he explained it, he could attribute it to malicious slander, which was very effective.


    At this time, a voice suddenly rang in the crowd:


    "can the timetable still be used now?"


    Mo Yi was stunned and turned to the place where the voice came from.


    It was a tall and thin boy with a pair of black rimmed glasses. He looked silent and ordinary. He asked again, "does the timetable work now?"


    Zhao Yicheng frowned reluctantly, and then replied ambiguously:


    "if there is no accident, it should be OK for the time being."


    The boy calmly helped his glasses, and his tone was steady:


    "in this case, if there was no timetable that Mr. Mo tried to find, wouldn''t we have more casualties?"


    The people who fell into the agitation also recovered some sense.


    Indeed, this schedule is almost the most pitiful thing in the entire replica. There is no hint of the existence of it and the map, but it is the law of killing people in the copy. Without it, everyone will explore at will like a headless fly, and the casualties will be great.


    Or, for the sake of peace of mind, we all stay in the same room and die on the first night.


    If you think about it carefully, it seems that every death flag is the clue Mo Yi is looking for to prevent everyone from making a GG too early.


    Mo Yi did not expect that someone would stand up to speak for him.


    He was a little surprised to pick up eyebrows, and no longer continued to silence, but frankly admitted:


    "yes, I started the branch line mission."


    Next, Mo Yi will game branch task brief said.


    Then, he squinted, looked around the crowd and added:


    "of course, there will be points reward for helping to complete branch line tasks. I don''t ask you to believe me now. After all, we all have our own judgment instead of listening to other people''s one-sided words - "


    Mo Yi glanced at Zhao Yicheng and sun Xiaoyan Tieqing''s faces, then laughed and said:


    " let''s go. According to the schedule, breakfast time is up. "


    Having said that, he turned and walked to the restaurant.


    People looked at the time one after another: indeed, it would be late if we didn''t go in now.


    The tragedy of the players who died because they didn''t comply with the schedule was still fresh in my mind. They didn''t dare to hesitate any more. They all secretly quickened their pace and followed Mo Yi to the restaurant.


    Although reluctant, Zhao Yicheng and sun Xiaoyan still stick behind the crowd and step into the corridor.


    After entering the restaurant, everyone''s eyes were widened.


    The dining room has changed.


    It seems that the greasy wall and the painting on the wall have disappeared, but there are still many crooked figures on the wall.


    The original tattered chandelier on the top of the head has become complete and bright, emitting warm light.


    There was no trace of dust on the low long tables and benches, which were neatly arranged in the room.The restaurant is filled with the aroma of food.


    They can''t wait to walk to the dining table.


    On the new dining table, there are cakes and puddings with beautiful colors. Even the black bread looks soft and delicious. The hot porridge emits the steaming heat. The bright juice is put in the large bottle of glass, which makes people feel very excited.


    I don''t know how many times better than the previous meals.


    Many people didn''t eat because they disliked the water and brown bread before. They were thirsty and hungry for nearly two days. They had already regretted it. When they saw these delicious foods, their eyes couldn''t help glowing.


    However, in such a bizarre orphanage, the sudden increase in treatment can not help but make people uneasy, so players, although forced to endure hunger, are still hesitant to go forward.


    Mo Yi frowned, stepped forward a few steps, and walked around the dining table to make sure there was no other food here.


    In principle, eating time and place should be safe.


    But such strange scenes always make people uneasy.


    Mo Yi cautiously only took the same black bread as a few days ago and sat back at the table with Song Qi.


    With a scornful smile on his face, sun Xiaoyan deliberately said in a loud voice:


    "the dining place and food are safe. This is one of the rules of the game. Can we be so timid?"


    After that, she took a lot of pudding and cake on the plate and poured a large glass of juice.


    After all, they seldom ate and used water for two days, and the taste was really hard to endure. When someone started to make a start, they began to take food with luck.


    Mo Yi doesn''t care. His food intake and water requirement have been guaranteed in a planned way in these days. It won''t be too painful for him not to eat or use water at the moment.


    At this time, a plate fell on the opposite side of Mo Yi. There were only black bread and water in it.


    Mo Yi raised his head in surprise.


    The young man who had just spoken for him sat opposite him.


    Mo Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party in his spare time, waiting for him to say something.


    The young man pushed his glasses nervously. He seemed a little embarrassed.


    But under the lens, the other person''s eyes are quite serious, he said: "I believe you."


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 Chapter 36

    Mo Yi bent his eyebrows and eyes. His eyes were bright and moist, and his smile made people subconsciously close.


    He seems to be affected by his attitude. The other party seems to be less nervous and his facial expression is relaxed.


    Mo Yi''s attitude is gentle: "your name is Wang Zezhi, right?" He remembers that on the first day of the game, the other side had a brief introduction to himself.


    Wang Zezhi nodded in surprise. It seemed that Mo Yi remembered his name.


    "Isn''t this the first time you''ve been in the game?" Mo Yi smiles and continues to ask.


    Wang Zezhi looks a little embarrassed, reached out to push glasses, reply: "the third time."


    He calmed down and continued: "the first two times I had enough time to survive, but the last time I copied, I accidentally opened a branch line. Thanks to the help of senior personnel, I finally survived and opened the points store I also know a little bit about the mechanism of the game. "


    Mo Yi raised eyebrows with interest and waited for him to continue.


    Wang Zezhi unconsciously took the black bread in the plate with his fingers, raised his eyes and looked at Mo Yi. He pursed his lips and said:


    "so, I can tell who is really doing practical things in the copy."


    Suddenly, Mo Yi''s shoulder sank.


    He looked at him in surprise. Song Qi pressed his hand on his shoulder, and the whole person approached him. Through his thin clothes, Mo Yi could almost feel the cold temperature in his palm.


    Song Qi''s voice was a little deeper than usual:


    "so you''re here to form a team


    Mo Yi frowned without trace.


    He didn''t expect that "Song Qi" would ask such a sharp question and show his hostility so clearly. What''s wrong with him?


    Mo Yi can''t help but feel nervous: after all, the identity and purpose of the other party are his great hidden danger. If anything happens at the moment, the development of the matter will be beyond his control.


    Wang Zezhi didn''t respond. He laughed and replied straightforwardly:


    "yes, in this copy, I will try my best to help you and assist you to complete the branch line tasks. It is also mutually beneficial."


    After that, Wang Zezhi''s eyes turned strangely around the two people, then coughed slightly and added:


    "that Of course, as a modern person, my mind is still very open. "


    Mo Yi turned his head in a dazed way:???


    Wait a minute. Have you misunderstood something?


    Song Qi''s facial expression was not as cold as before. He let go of his palm on Mo Yi''s shoulder, and then bowed his head solemnly to fiddle with the bread in his plate.


    Mo Yi came back to his senses and laughed helplessly: "you misunderstood us. We are just friends."


    Wang Zezhi was forced to nod his head under Mo Yi''s spring breeze like eyes, admitting that he had made a mistake. Then he looked down at his nose and nose, bent down his head and concentrated on eating bread. He never looked at Song Qi, who was once again depressed.


    The harmonious breakfast time always passes quickly.


    Mo Yi put the plate back on the dining table and turned to go.


    The next second, his pace stopped. Mo Yi frowned and walked quickly to the clock behind the dining table.


    Just like the last time, the clock kept working hard to write. The only difference is that this time It goes backwards.


    Little by little, the second hand turned backward and turned back. It looked very magical.


    Mo Yi frowned tightly, and quickly calculated in his heart. Suddenly, he was stunned. The clock should have started to go backward at the same time as he started the branch line task - it was like a countdown.


    So what happens when the countdown is over?


    Wang Zezhi''s voice came from behind: "how are you? It''s almost time for class. "


    Mo Yi finally looked at the clock with a puzzled look on his face. Then he turned to Song Qi and Wang Zezhi who were standing at the door of the restaurant. As they walked, they replied:


    "I''ll come."


    Behind Mo Yi''s back, the old clock is hanging quietly on the wall. The black metal shell is shining with cold light. The broken dial is still walking. The second hand goes counter clockwise bit by bit. It looks very strange.


    -


    when they arrived at the library, they were shocked again.


    Like the restaurant, it''s a new place.


    The benches and tables were arranged in perfect order, with no dust on them. There was an open book in front of each seat, as if someone had to sit on it to learn.


    Under the bright light overhead, the bare floor and walls seem no longer so uncomfortable, but rather warm.


    But in the game copy, such a change can only make people feel chilly.


    However, at least with the lessons learned from the restaurant, this time, people adapted very quickly, and soon they restrained their surprise on their faces and entered the room.However, the difference is that this time, everyone was more cautious and did not walk around. Instead, they sat on their stools in peace, praying in secret that nothing strange would happen again, and wasting their time waiting for the end.


    Mo Yi looks around the people who have survived for a week, and has a little bit of a bottom in his heart.


    Zhao Yicheng there are four people, two senior people and two new people. Before that, he was suddenly questioned. The new people were among them.


    People on both sides are quite distinct, sitting far away, with a bench in the middle, which looks quite conspicuous.


    The new man who used to give Mo Yi a hand seemed to be quite anxious. He shook his legs impatiently. Although the temperature here was not high, his face was covered with fine sweat. He reached out his hand and touched his cheek subconsciously with his fingers. His skin was scratched with shallow red marks.


    The others didn''t look very good either. They all seemed to be frightened by the strange atmosphere in the library. They all seemed to have no idea. Zhao Yicheng and sun Xiaoyan were whispering something with their heads down. Their faces were hidden in the dark and could hardly be seen clearly.


    Mo Yi''s sight swept lightly over their bodies without stopping.


    He turned to look at Wang Zezhi: "go around?"


    Wang Zezhi nodded, and the three stood up one after another and began to look for clues in the whole room.


    Zhao Yicheng was not willing to be outdone. Although his face was still a little pale, he still stood up and whirled around the room like a headless fly, trying to find some clues that had not yet been discovered.


    Mo Yi took the lead to walk to the desk where the poem was written.


    The wooden texture of the tabletop is clean and smooth. It looks complete and brand-new. It has no trace of being scratched by a knife.


    Mo Yi reached under the table to search.


    It''s empty.


    Mo Yi stood up and frowned slowly. He walked quickly to the library inside.


    The neat looking books were arranged on the spotless shelves, neatly arranged in alphabetical order.


    Mo Yi casually took out a book and looked at it. He saw that it was a very popular enlightenment book at that time. There were traces of being read in it. However, it could be seen that it was well protected. It was not the old and dirty appearance when he came last time.


    All of a sudden, just then, there was a scream not far behind.


    Mo Yi was stunned. He quickly put the book on the other books, then quickly turned around and walked to the place where the voice came from.


    I saw a new girl standing at the table with a pale face. Her fingers trembled and pointed to the books spread out on the table and said in a trembling voice, "I I was just looking for clues. When I turned my head, the book was turned over! "


    Seeing the appearance that everyone didn''t believe, the expression on her face was about to cry out: "I swear! Really? Before I turned my head just now, it was really not of this page number


    Mo Yi pursed his lips with indifference and walked back to the library room.


    His reach for the book stopped.


    The book, which he had just taken out to look through, is now well placed on the shelf.


    Mo Yi took back his outstretched palm and lowered his eyes. His eyebrows were heavy and he could not see his emotion.


    The foreboding was like a thick fog after the rain, lingering in his fingertips and the bottom of his heart, and could not be dispersed.


    He pursed his lips and said nothing.


    A whole morning''s search yielded little.


    The whole room seems to have been completely swept away, and all the clues, the ones that have been and have not been found, seem to have been cleaned up and disappeared completely. Even if people turn the whole room upside down, there is still nothing new to be found.


    Sun Xiaoyan wiped the sweat on his forehead with his dusty palm, leaving a dirty mark on his white cheek.


    She straightened up her aching waist and turned her head. However, she found that when everyone was exhausted, Mo Yi was sitting on a bench calmly, looking at the book irrelevant to himself.


    He twists the pages with his slender fingers, and then slowly turns to the next one, as if he were sitting in the library quietly, rather than in a dangerous copy of the escape game.


    Sun Xiaoyan''s heart burst into flames. She angrily walked to Mo Yi and said in a strange voice:


    "you started a branch line task, and you just sit there and do nothing. Do you want other people to help you find clues?"


    Mo Yi looks heavy, as if he is still immersed in his own world.


    It was a long time before he looked up.


    His eyes were very dark. When he was staring at people, it was as dark as a abyss, which surprised sun Xiaoyan.


    He said, "if there is a clue, or if there is no clue, it is not for me to hear the clue."


    ¡­¡­ What, what and what?


    Sun Xiaoyan was stunned.


    At this time, the dining bell rings, I do not know if it is an illusion, it also sounds more pleasant than before.Although they have not given up, they have to leave the library and walk to the restaurant according to the schedule.


    This time, the lunch was more plentiful.


    Cream and honey drizzled over the golden leg meat, giving off a charming aroma. The pancakes were stacked on a snow-white plate, decorated with glossy strawberry jam, and dessert included pudding and apple pie.


    Mo Yi and his party still carry ordinary black bread to sit aside.


    While the crowd was eating, Mo Yi suddenly put down a small half of the black bread in his hand, raised his head, and said:


    "in free time this afternoon, we will act separately."


    Wang Ze one Leng: "but..."


    Mo Yi smiles unquestionably and interrupts him:


    "only after I share the existing clues with you can you be regarded as officially participating in the branch line. You know this, don''t you?"


    Wang Zezhi was silent for a moment and nodded.


    He understood what Mo Yi meant: he needed to prove that he had the value of sharing information with him.


    Talking to smart people is easy.


    Mo Yi''s eyes show a little smile.


    At this time, Song Qi, who was silent for a long time, suddenly asked, "what are you going to do this afternoon?"


    Mo Yi raised his head, thought about it carefully, and then replied solemnly:


    "I''m going to find a rabbit."


    Mo Yi: I think we are just friends.


    Song Qi: No, you don''t want to (smile


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 Chapter 37

    Mo Yi opens the flashlight and knocks it on his palm. The straight beam of the flashlight penetrates the darkness without any delay and shakes on the opposite wall.


    No damage, battery intact.


    Mo Yi turned off the flashlight switch, held it in his hand, slowly took a deep breath, and then walked out without hesitation.


    He didn''t think it was a coincidence that the little girl appeared last night.


    She is looking for a rabbit.


    After getting out of danger, Mo Yi instantly thought of the fragmented rabbit doll he accidentally stepped on in the toy room.


    No matter whether there is a relationship between the two, only after reading can we know.


    Mo Yi slightly astringes his eyes, and his long eyelashes cover up the complicated emotions in his eyes.


    He slowly stopped and stopped for a long time in front of the familiar door.


    The couplets of that door were much lower than those of other doors. The poorly made door frame was crooked and rough. On the side of the door, a few small words "toy room" were written in slanted crayons.


    However, what is different from the last time is that there are countless small blood fingerprints on the door, one by one, which almost completely covers half of the door, and the large scarlet almost stings people''s eyes.


    It''s shocking.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and unconsciously grasped the flashlight in his hand. The cool feeling from the cold metal shell penetrated into the bone seam through the palm, which made him calm a little.


    The last experience in the toy room was not pleasant. Although it didn''t hurt him in any substance, the sense of oppression almost condensed into substance could not be forgotten in a moment and a half.


    In addition, with the opening of branch line tasks, the difficulty has increased dramatically - no one can guarantee what will happen after entering.


    Mo Yi put his palm on the door handle, just a little twist.


    The door glided silently and smoothly into the darkness.


    Just like the last time, he was invited in silently and silently, waiting for the innocent to break in.


    Mo Yi felt that his throat was a little dry and astringent. He swallowed his saliva and his throat was burning with pain.


    Just then, a slight noise came from the toy room.


    "Kata".


    The light turned on automatically.


    Pale and dim light spread over the room, showing the whole picture of the room.


    The toy room is not big, even looks quite ordinary compared with other rooms.


    The low, crooked walls were plastered with strange colored wallpaper, and the broken edges of the wallpaper peeled off, revealing the walls of indescribable color. The room was empty, and the floor was covered with dirty carpet.


    There were scattered toys and dolls on top of the carpet.


    A small pile of building blocks was arranged into a small house, which was clumsy and looked ridiculous. Some small dolls were lying beside it with dust, and some were piled up in small piles against the corner of the wall.


    Mo Yi''s heart leaped slightly.


    He remembered that when he came to the toy room last time, he seemed to have kicked the building blocks apart.


    He fixed his mind and looked around the toy room, especially for a long time on that wall. The six portraits he had seen last time had disappeared, leaving only a bare piece of wallpaper, which looked empty.


    And the rabbit is more important.


    Mo Yi is at ease, which at least shows that the rabbit the little girl is looking for is indeed the one he guessed.


    He walked into the house. Just after a few steps, he just felt a cool wind passing behind him, and then a loud "bang" sound -


    Mo Yi quickly turned his head.


    The door behind him had been slammed shut.


    His heart shrank, he walked quickly to the door, reached for the door handle and shook it vigorously.


    The door was as cast in bronze. It was pulled down by Mo Yi with all his strength, as if it was tightly stuck to the door frame.


    Mo Yi panted, holding the door plank with some force, but his eyes just caught a glimpse of the corner behind the door. The whole person could not help but stop.


    It''s a gray rabbit.


    It was sitting upright against the wall behind the door. Dirty cotton wadding was exposed from the broken belly. It was hanging on the ground one by one. It was staring at Mo Yi with a pair of dusty black eyes.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and smoothed his breath. Then he squatted down and reached out to pick up the rabbit.


    At the moment when he straightened up, he only heard a familiar "click" sound.


    The lights are out.


    The room was suddenly dark.


    Mo Yi''s back is filled with cold air and climbs up his tail vertebrae. His skin exposed to the cold air has a layer of goose bumps.


    The room was so quiet and frightening that Mo Yi could only hear his unsteady breathing and rapid contraction of his heartbeat.


    Through the crack in the door, a subtle light came through the corridor.I don''t know if it is an illusion. Mo Yi, with his dim vision in the dark, seems to see that he is not the only one in this room.


    Mo Yi holds his breath, his stiff fingertips exert a little force, and the flashlight turns on.


    The cold white column of light penetrates the darkness, penetrates the darkness, and shines on the opposite wall.


    The room was empty, as if laughing at Mo Yi''s too rich imagination, but the next second, his flashlight suddenly began to flash.


    The dim light struggled and flickered on the opposite wall. Every time it was dark, it seemed that there was a shadow on the wall.


    Finally, in the "Zizi" two light rings, the flashlight completely can not put any light to come.


    The room was in a state of extreme silence and darkness.


    Mo Yi stood stiff in the dark, and his unsteady breathing exposed his restless mood.


    At this time, a weak little force pulled the rabbit in Mo Yi''s hand and gently pulled it out.


    Mo Yi was stunned and slightly relaxed his stiff palm.


    The rabbit was pulled out of his hand and slid quietly into the boundless darkness.


    "Thank you." A little boy''s voice sounded in the dark, "thank you for helping me find my rabbit, sir."


    Mo Yi''s heart was slightly relaxed, but before he could say anything, the boy''s voice rang again:


    "but They want to play with you, and I can''t stop them. "


    Mo Yi''s back was cool, and the sense of horror instantly occupied his mind. He opened his mouth and asked in hoarse English, "who are they?"


    "Don''t blame them, sir. They are just too lonely." The child''s voice did not answer, but went on saying: "I really want someone to join them."


    Before Mo Yi had time to do anything, he felt that his trousers legs were grabbed by some heavy objects, and then more and more heavy objects piled up and pulled him down.


    The door still shakes the door with all its strength, but it doesn''t shake the door.


    The girl''s voice sounded again: "if you can leave, I''ll thank you - if not, keep playing with us."


    The children''s chuckles reverberated in the room, chilling.


    At the same time, the overhead light began to flicker desperately, illuminating the whole room for a while.


    Mo Yi then saw that countless broken dolls, large and small, gushed out from nowhere, drowning him like rushing waves and filling the whole room with the speed visible to the naked eye.


    The next second, when the lights went dark and turned on again, the dolls, big and small, turned into pale and bloody hands. They scrambled to reach out to him, grabbed Mo Yi''s hands and feet and dragged him down.


    With the lights on and off, things in the room change between the doll and the palm of the hand, but they all increase more and more, almost drowning Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi struggles, breathing is not smooth.


    The door remained motionless.


    Pale little hands around his neck and touched his cheek.


    The cold touch made Mo Yi shiver and unexpectedly calmed down.


    Think! reflection!


    Mo Yi searched the whole room quickly with his eyes - finally, his eyes lit up!


    A familiar brown teddy bear was lying in the middle of a myriad of dolls, his whole eyes gray, watching him quietly.


    Mo Yi struggled to the bear.


    The light went dark and then came on again -


    the teddy bear turned into a small hand full of blood, which was so thick that it almost dyed it pure blood red.


    Only one shot!


    Mo Yi clenched his teeth, struggled to reach out and held it tightly.


    A strong force came in an instant, almost like an iron hoop, pulling Mo Yi in the past.


    Mo Yi is dizzy for a while. He smashes the whole body heavily along the force. Then he comes back to his senses and finds that he is lying on the corridor.


    Under him was the dirty old carpet of the dust servant, and a rotten dust breath filled his nose.


    Mo Yi turned over in a daze.


    The dim wall lamp adds a dark and strange atmosphere to the deep and narrow corridor, and the cold temperature seeps into the texture. Only then does Mo Yi find that he has been wet with sweat.


    The wet shirt was very uncomfortable to stick to.


    Mo Yi did not care about it, but lay flat on the ground and let out a long breath.


    He didn''t feel it just now. Now he found that his whole body was in severe pain. When he lifted up his sleeve to have a look, he found that his small arms and wrists were covered with green and purple small fingerprints. On his pale skin, which had never seen the sun for a long time, it was swollen like a relief, which seemed to be quite thrilling.


    Mo Yi put his sleeve down, took a long sigh of relief, and then climbed up from the ground.He lowered his head and patted the dust.


    Just at this time, Mo Yi saw that there was a yellow paper rolled in the place where he had just lay.


    Mo Yi''s heart leaped, and a shivering excitement flowed through his body like an electric shock. He could not help but recall the girl''s voice in the dark Toy Room:


    "if you can leave, I will thank you."


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 Chapter 38

    Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.


    The dusty wooden door was tightly closed, and tightly stuck with the twisted and uneven door frame. Under the crooked letters, small blood fingerprints were stacked layer by layer, leaving shocking traces on the dirty door panel.


    I don''t know if it''s his illusion. Mo Yi always feels these blood fingerprints It seems to have changed a lot.


    He took a deep breath and forced himself to forget the ominous signs in his mind, then lowered his head and picked up the rolled up paper.


    From the bottom of the fingertips came the rough and age feeling, which was quite thick.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and stretched out the paper.


    The dust diffused in an instant, flying under the dim wall lamp, obscuring his sight.


    Mo Yi coughed slightly. He shook the dust off his hands and looked at him with concentration.


    To his surprise, this is actually a picture.


    This is a group photo.


    Crumpled and covered with stains. The most obvious thing is that there are a lot of small brown spots on the surface, which are irregular, like splashing on.


    Mo Yi is stunned and looks at the lower left corner of the photo.


    There''s just a missing corner.


    He couldn''t help but hold his breath.


    He knows which picture it is.


    It was the picture in a frame hanging in the basement, torn off in a hurry after the massacre, and replaced by the woman who had been sent to the gallows.


    The brown dots on it were the blood of the orphans sprayed on it.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and slowly drew it close to the photo.


    Moment angle to moment angle, gap to gap.


    It fits perfectly.


    That picture has been completed.


    The background is the bleak and gray sky. In front of the orphanage, there are several rows of short children standing in front of the orphanage. Their faces are fuzzy and rigid. Their thin and malnourished bodies are like walking corpses, and their godless eyes are staring at the camera like two black holes.


    At the side of the group of children, stood a familiar figure: a tall, upright and stern woman, dressed in her usual simple black skirt, looked cold and inhuman. At her side, there were also several women who looked like nursing workers, all of which were numb and indifferent.


    On the other side of the orphans, a different figure attracted Mo Yi''s eyes.


    It was a man of medium height, not tall or short, not fat or thin, looking mediocre, almost without any characteristics. He stood in the corner of the crowd, smiling kindly at the camera.


    Mo Yi noticed that the man''s hand was casually placed on the shoulder of an orphan beside him. The orphan''s limbs were obviously stiff, and his shoulders were obviously high and low, as if he wanted to escape his touch.


    Through the yellow and fuzzy photos, you can clearly see the emotion written on the child''s face -


    fear.


    Mo Yi breathed for a moment. Is that why the little girl paid her for this?


    Because the real manager of the orphanage is in this picture?


    However, some of the man''s face is not stained by the blood.


    He stretched out his hand to wipe the rough surface of the photo, and the floating dust was aroused by his action and lifted into the air.


    But, perhaps because of the age, the tan bloodstain remained firmly on the surface of the photo, showing no sign of loosening at all.


    Mo Yi didn''t hold too much hope, so he stopped worrying about it. Instead, he looked the photo up and down again. After confirming that he didn''t have any clues, he rolled up the picture again, put it in his backpack, and then walked out with his legs raised.


    Through the long dark corridor, when he was about to arrive at the hall, Mo Yi heard a murmur in the hall.


    As soon as he was in a hurry, he quickened his pace and went to the dim light at the end of the corridor.


    Just arrived at the hall, Mo Yi was stunned.


    Another victim.


    This time, it was the new man who chose to follow Zhao Yicheng.


    She fell on her back on the floor of the hall, her limbs twisted under her body like a broken baby.


    Gurgling blood from her body slowly spread out, as if the flowers of death were slowly blooming, her chest and head had a big hole, from the wound can see the white bone and viscera, as well as the broken skull in the red and white brain.


    With a pair of broken turbid eyes, she was staring at the ceiling with her eyes in her eyes. The blood left a dirty mark on her pale and twisted side face.It''s not hanging.


    Mo Yi''s eyes are tinged with dignified expression: different from other deaths, this way of killing people It''s almost like killing.


    Just then, he was slapped heavily on the shoulder.


    Mo Yi turned his head and saw Wang Zezhi standing behind him breathlessly.


    He looked extremely embarrassed, his clothes were crumpled on his body, his hair was disordered and his body was covered with dust, as if he had rolled around on the ground. He pinched his waist with his hands, his back arched, gasping for breath, unable to speak.


    Mo Yi reached out to help him up, but he was staggered by Wang Zezhi''s weight.


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    As if nothing had happened, he let go of his hand, turned his direction, and patted Wang Zezhi on the back to help him get along.


    At this time, Mo Yi found that on Wang Zezhi''s neck, there was a swelling and blue line, which was still slowly exuding blood, which was particularly striking on the white skin,


    his eyes were imperceptible.


    Wang Zezhi gasped for a few breaths, and finally recovered from the breathless state. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then began to speak in a somewhat frightened voice:


    "I just


    As soon as the words were spoken, he and Mo Yi were both startled. Wang Zezhi''s original warm tone became very hoarse, like a broken Gong, and the rough gravel hit the listener''s ears.


    Wang Zezhi coughed a few times and cleared his throat. His voice recovered to its previous timbre. Although it was still hoarse, it did not scare people at least:


    "just now I went to the dean''s office. "


    When Mo Yi heard the speech, his eyes became serious. He straightened up, looked at Wang Zezhi, and asked:


    "what happened?"


    He calmed down and stammered:


    "now I know how hard it was for you to get the schedule last time I I met a woman, "Wang Zezhi''s face flashed a trace of panic. He took a deep breath and stroked his throat subconsciously:" I I almost fell there. "


    Mo Yi was stunned: "then you were..."


    Wang Zezhi grinned bitterly and spread out his palm. There was a small burnt doll lying in the palm of his hand. The head of the doll was tilted down and there was a very obvious strangulation mark on his neck.


    He said, "it''s me who raised it I''m afraid I would have planted it if it wasn''t for the props exchanged in the game shop


    After that, Wang Zezhi stopped and looked at Mo Yi with some doubts: "you didn''t bring any other props in, did you? And how did you finally get out of it? "


    Mo Yi is stunned when he hears the speech and subconsciously touches his tightly bound left hand.


    In fact, now it is not so painful, and even can do some simple actions. I have to say that the bone setting technique of "Song Qi" is really good.


    Mo Yi drooped his eyelashes and covered his eyes with a complex look.


    When he raised his eyes again, he was calm and rational. Mo Yi looked around the hall without trace: Song Qi was not there.


    He wasn''t surprised.


    After all, at the beginning, he had such considerations when he proposed separate action.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, looked at Wang Zezhi again, showed a light smile, and replied vaguely: "maybe Good luck. "


    Seeing his answer, Wang Zezhi could not continue to ask.


    At this time, Wang Zezhi seemed to think of something. His eyes lit up and looked at Mo Yi. His voice was a little excited:


    "however, this time, it was not without harvest."


    After that, he zipped his backpack with his hands trembling with excitement and excitement, and took out a crumpled document from it.


    Mo Yi frowned suspiciously.


    He clearly remembers that when he was in the dean''s office last time, he clearly searched most of the documents. What are these new clues?


    All of a sudden, Mo Yi seemed to think of something. His eyes were burning and he looked at Wang Zezhi. His voice was a little urgent and asked, "what was it like when you entered the dean''s office this time?"


    Wang Zezhi was stunned by Mo Yi''s question for no reason. He replied in a confused way: "well It''s just like an ordinary office. It''s nothing special. After I went in, the document was right in the middle of the desk. When I got it Just... "


    "Was attacked?" Mo Yi takes over without warning.


    "Well Yes Wang Ze one face is blankly touch the back of the head, and then hesitated to nod.


    Mo Yi''s eyes flashed deep thinking.


    When he entered the dean''s office, he turned the whole office into a mess. All the tables and chairs were overturned, and even the bookshelves were pushed to the ground. Since Wang Zezhi said that what he saw was an ordinary office, it showed that the dean''s office, like other rooms in the orphanage, had the same changes after opening the branch line task.We have to admit that this time Wang Zezhi risked his life to get this information, which is very valuable.


    Mo Yi''s facial lines softened a little bit. He took the document from Wang Zezhi''s hand and opened it. Just as he was about to read it, his eyes ran across his wristwatch.


    5: 02


    the alarm clock he ordered didn''t ring.


    The bell of the orphanage did not ring.


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 Chapter 39

    Mo Yi subconsciously tightened his fingers, the cover of the document appeared thin wrinkles, like a spider web spread. The thin knuckles are blue and white, and they look startling.


    His lips pressed into a straight line, and the color of his lips almost disappeared.


    What happened?


    Why is the bell gone?


    Is it the countdown in the restaurant?


    Mo Yimeng raised his head and ran to the restaurant. His ears were filled with the sound of the wind, which made him almost unable to hear other voices around him.


    He stopped at the door of the dining room and stopped his leaning body. Then he quickly grabbed Wang Zezhi, who was running with him.


    Wang Zezhi staggered twice, holding the door frame of the restaurant to stabilize himself. He helped the crooked glasses, and his face was full of doubts and anxieties. He opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice: -- What''s the matter? "


    Mo Yi turned over his wrist and pointed to the dial of his watch.


    Wang Ze Zhi was stunned. He followed Mo Yi''s finger and looked at it. His face became ugly.


    The reason for not ringing the bell is not clear for now, but the result is self-evident - the old timetable can not be used any more.


    Wang Zezhi took a step backward, and his eyes changed when he looked at the restaurant. After all, he still remembered how miserable the player who entered the restaurant by mistake died on the first day because he didn''t know the timetable.


    He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and peeped at Mo Yi standing beside him.


    Mo Yi looked straight into the dining room. His eyes were very dark and his face was divided into light and dark by the bright lights in the dining room and the dim wall lamps in the corridor, which made his facial features more sharp and sharp.


    It seems that he will always be Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his color. No matter what happens, he is so calm and rational, which makes people feel at ease just watching him.


    It seems that there is a strange magic in this man. People can''t help but regard him as the backbone, and subconsciously want to believe his judgment and decision.


    Wang Zezhi took a deep breath and asked:


    "what should we do now?"


    Hearing the speech, Mo Yi quickly glanced at him. His eyes stopped for a moment on the wound on his neck. Then he replied, "I''ll bandage you first, and then I''ll look for clues in the information you found, and then I''ll decide what to do next."


    He dug out the bandage and wound medicine from his backpack, handed it to Wang Zezhi''s hand, and then turned and walked out of the corridor.


    Wang Zezhi took over the wound medicine and walked quickly to keep up with his pace. While walking, he asked suspiciously, "well, where are you going now?"


    "The hall." Mo Yi did not return to raise his hand and replied: "in the timetable, the hall is basically a blind area, and there are few written provisions on whether the hall is not allowed to enter at a certain time interval."


    Wang Ze one thought: Yes, now it is not sure whether the existing timetable is really invalid. It is the most secure and safe way to stay in the hall.


    After thinking about this, he also got up and followed Mo Yi to the outside.


    The hall is still the same as they were when they left, without any tendency to change. This made Wang Ze Zhi feel at ease. He stretched out his hand to unscramble the wound medicine that Mo Yi had just thrown him, and began to apply medicine to himself in an awkward way.


    Mo Yi stood aside and opened the document he had been holding for a long time by the bright light in the hall.


    The paper is very new, flat and glossy. It seems that it is a very simple agreement. The specific content of the transaction is ignored. Only a large number is written on the paper, which is particularly eye-catching.


    After reading the text three times, Mo Yi still felt a cloud in the fog. He had no idea what the agreement was made for.


    With a frown and doubt in his heart, he turned to the next page.


    The date of signing in black and blue handwriting suddenly came into our eyes: March 11, 1919.


    Mo Yi was stunned.


    He remembered that the record of the two brothers in the basement was dated March 10, 1919, which means that the document was signed the day after the two brothers'' records stopped.


    Moreover, on this date, the false president who was framed and planted should have been in prison. Therefore, the signer of this document should be the person in charge of the orphanage.


    Mo Yi looked thoughtfully at a string of flowery English that was signed at the end of the document, and unconsciously stroked it with his finger:


    the signer of this document should be the handwriting of a man - which instantly reminds him of the ordinary man standing beside the orphan in the collective photo.


    After that, he did not see the dark ink on his brow, but turned back to the dark.


    He was startled and looked at his finger.Finger pulp is wet by ink, along the finger line slowly halo dye, in the middle of the fingertip left a fuzzy half dry ink mark.


    Wait, the ink hasn''t dried yet?


    Mo Yi twists his fingertips and looks thoughtfully at the residual ink on his fingertips, which is crushed and diffused by the body temperature. It turns into a light color between two fingers, just like the light blue fog attached to the fingers.


    The countdown to the clock in the restaurant.


    More and more new orphanages.


    It''s like time goes backwards.


    And March 11, 1919, is the end of this retrogression.


    Mo Yi''s heart suddenly burst out of such a terrible idea - they are now, perhaps into the time line of the day, and they are now deep, is the orphanage.


    He breathed heavily.


    Just at the door of the restaurant, Mo Yi saw that the clock was still walking backwards, and there was no sign of stopping. At that time, the minute and hour of the clock were exactly at 5:40.


    Mo Yi looks down at his watch: it''s 5:20.


    That is to say, 10 minutes later, the time of the clock that is going backwards It coincides with the time when he is walking on his watch.


    It''s like the coincidence of two time lines.


    Just as Mo Yi was distracted by his thoughts, Wang Zezhi''s voice suddenly rang, which awakened him from his own thoughts:


    "that Can you give me a hand


    Mo Yi''s eyes flashed for a moment, as if he didn''t realize that there were other people in the room. He followed the reputation and saw Wang Zezhi holding a messy bandage in embarrassment. He looked at him with some embarrassment.


    One end of the bandage was tangled around his neck, and the other end was wrapped around his hands and shoulders, stained with some wound medicine and half dry blood. It looked like a mess.


    Mo Yi knows clearly: it is not easy for a person to bandage his injured neck. It''s just right now that you have to think hard, you can''t have any results. It''s better to change your mind.


    Mo Yi thought, while filling the document into his backpack, stood up, went to Wang Zezhi''s side, took the bandage from his hand.


    In his dexterous and slender fingers, the long and snow-white bandage was properly and honestly wrapped around Wang Zezhi''s neck, and the side of his neck was sealed tightly with medical adhesive tape in a neat way.


    Mo Yi''s fingertips unconsciously brush Wang Zezhi''s naked / exposed skin.


    Wang Zezhi could not help shaking because of his cold and sharp touch. His warm and smooth skin was instantly aroused with goose bumps. He subconsciously deviated his head and tried to avoid it, but only felt that Mo Yi''s cold hands left him for a second.


    Wang Zezhi shrunk his shoulders, reached out to touch his neck, carefully did not touch his own wound, with the warm temperature of his palms, he pressed back the goose bumps that came out one after another.


    He couldn''t help but wonder:


    Mo Yi, how cold is his body and how cold his hands are like ice.


    Mo Yi didn''t notice the twists and turns in Wang Zezhi''s heart. After he sealed the bandage, he straightened up again and looked around the hall carelessly.


    At this time, Mo Yi found something wrong.


    There were only two of them left in the hall.


    I don''t know when the three people disappeared.


    Mo Yi''s heart beat hard. A strange and ominous premonition is like a sponge full of water, which dominates all his senses and makes him hardly breathe.


    He took a few steps in the direction of the corridor, holding his breath and listening.


    The dark silence in the deep corridor is the darkness that can''t penetrate into the light, as if swallowing all sounds. The cold silence is like a towel soaked in water, which weighs heavily on people''s mouth and nose.


    Mo Yi took another step closer.


    He looked down at his wristwatch - 5:30


    just as the second hand passed the number "12" on the dial, the whole hall suddenly began to vibrate faintly, which made Mo Yi stagger suddenly. Then, some of them stood unsteadily against the wall, so that he managed to stabilize his body.


    When he looked up again, the whole hall changed a lot.


    The clean and brand-new chandeliers are shining brightly overhead. The dark green wallpaper and dark brown carpet are clearly patterned, and the reception desk at the door is spotless.


    The former dusty orphanage is completely two different buildings, which makes people almost can''t believe their own eyes.


    Just as Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi looked at each other.


    Deep in the dark corridor, but suddenly came the rapid and heavy footstep sound!


    Approaching them at a speed hard to react to!


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 Chapter 40

    The sound of footsteps approached.


    The heart is pounding in the chest, the hot blood rushes to the eardrum instantly, and the white noise makes the sound around the body disappear instantly.


    Adrenaline is high in a straight line.


    Before Mo Yi''s brain had time to respond, his body moved ahead of his mind. Relying on the strength of the crisis, he reached out and pulled Wang Zezhi and ran to the side hall at the end of the hall.


    The rapid and heavy footstep sound as if behind him!


    At the critical moment, Mo Yi propped his palm on the newly renovated cabinet, and then jumped into the side hall.


    Wang Zezhi also reacted in an instant. He followed him and jumped into the side hall, together with Mo Yi, to lower / lower the body together. Then he tried to shrink himself as small as possible, so that the low counter separating the side hall and the hall covered their bodies.


    All this happened in the midst of the electric spark.


    The sound of footsteps entered the hall, striking a rapid and empty echo on the floor, as if in the ear.


    Uncontrollable anxiety spreads in the heart.


    Are they moving fast enough? Have you been seen?


    Mo Yi''s heart beat very fast, and the nervous uncertainty made his forehead exude fine sweat.


    He held out his hand to cover his mouth and nose to prevent his breathing from exposing his position.


    But you can still hear the rapid breathing sound in your ears, like the anxious asthma of a panic person, and you can''t help but lift your heart up.


    Mo Yi slightly side of the head, turn eyes to see squatting in his side of Wang Ze Zhi.


    But he looked at him the same way.


    Wang Zezhi''s hand also tightly covered his mouth and nose. His pale and sweaty face was suffused with morbid blush after exercise. A pair of brown eyes opened wide behind the lens and looked straight at Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi was stunned: if it wasn''t for Wang Zezhi Who would that be.


    The sound of footsteps in the hall had stopped, only the heavy gasping accompanied by the hoarse "drinking" in the throat echoed in the empty hall, which made people feel upset.


    Mo Yi moved his body carefully and put his face on the gap between the counter and the wall, and looked out through the gap.


    His vision is thin and narrow, and he can hardly turn. Mo Yi is struggling to find the angle --


    he is stunned.


    The floor of the hall was red with blood, and the blood was still spreading. In the pool of blood, two slender legs were still twitching and kicking.


    Mo Yi''s eyes sank: This is definitely not the new man who died before, because after the whole hall began to change in a new direction, the corpse of the new man and the blood under her body had disappeared.


    Who would it be?


    The voice of struggling for breath is more and more intense, accompanied by the sound of "drinking" like a broken bellows, which sounds particularly penetrating.


    At this time, the master of the legs seemed to find a chance to break free. Suddenly, with a burst of fierce tearing, the man seemed to stand up and leave Mo Yi''s sight range. Then there was a series of disordered footfalls and panic panting --


    just at this time, he only heard a loud bang.


    Gunfire.


    The deafening sound of gunfire sounded in the closed room, which almost numbed people''s ears.


    As the gunshot fell, the gasp returned to silence.


    A man''s body fell heavily to the floor, and his figure happened to be in Mo Yi''s sight range.


    Mo Yi''s eyes widened slightly invisible.


    That''s sun Xiaoyan.


    Her face, twisted by fear, was covered with blood, her pale, lifeless face was straight to the side hall, and her eyes were full of blood, and her fear was still lingering.


    Along her neck, there was a long, thin, smooth, bloody throat, with blood and blood coming out of her throat.


    Mo Yi pursed her lips and flashed a complicated look in her eyes.


    What he had just heard in the hall was the footsteps of two people: one was the pursuer, the other was the victim.


    And the reason why Sun Xiaoyan, who has been chased since just now, is so quiet, because she doesn''t want to cry, but she can''t.


    Mo Yi''s eyes fall on the body again.


    Blood gurgled from the big hole in the body''s chest and gathered with the blood from her throat, forming a pool of blood.


    as like as two peas in the chest of the former dead.


    There seemed to be a chuckle in the air.


    Mo Yi was startled and listened attentively again, but he could not hear the laughter dissipated in the air any more, as if this was just his illusion.


    Just then, new footsteps began to sound in the quiet hall.


    Steady, not slow feet, step in the pool of blood, splashing a slight sound of water, and again knock on the smooth ground, issued a "click" light sound, as if stepping on the mouth of a person, every step on the rhythm of the heart beat.Mo Yi breathed lightly subconsciously and watched the hall through the cracks.


    A man''s back appears in his field of vision, blocking between the bodies of Mo Yi and sun Xiaoyan.


    His clothes were messy and wrinkled, stained with dried and half dried blood, and a new layer of blood was superimposed on it, so that the original appearance could hardly be recognized.


    Mo Yi was stunned. He was familiar with the color and texture of the clothes.


    The man looked down at Sun Xiaoyan for a moment, then bent down, stretched out his hand to take her two arms and pulled her to the corridor.


    At the moment of his side, Mo Yi saw his face clearly.


    This man was the new man who had been furious with him, but at the moment, there was no expression or even mood fluctuation on his face, only a pale and indifferent face.


    And on one side of his cheek, there were deep bloodstains, which seemed to have been scratched by his own nails. Half of his face was scratched without a piece of intact skin, and the blood covered most of his face with blood, which looked shocking.


    Mo Yi breathed.


    The man dragged sun Xiaoyan''s body out of Moyi''s sight.


    The heavy footstep sound more and more distant, and then slowly disappeared in the deep corridor.


    Wang Zezhi took a long breath and fell to the ground. He stretched his stiff and numb legs because he had been curled up for too long. Only then did he find that his body had been completely soaked with sweat within a dozen minutes.


    He turned his head and looked at Mo Yi. He was about to say something, but he was stunned by his sudden action.


    Mo Yi stayed in the same place for a moment. Then he reached for his backpack and zipped to find out what he was looking for -


    but after a while, Mo Yi took out a piece of rolled paper from the bag and shook it off, revealing a group photo in front of the orphanage.


    Mo Yi''s eyes focus on the man on the other side of the crowd.


    Holding his breath, he held out his finger again and stroked the "bloodstain" on his cheek in the picture: flat and smooth, without any protrusion and unevenness, or the irregular shape of spattering blood.


    It''s not a dry bloodstain, it''s a man''s birthmark.


    Its position is exactly where the new man has been scratching this morning.


    Wang Zezhi came over and looked at the photo in Mo Yi''s hand. He hesitated and asked, "what''s the matter?"


    His voice made Mo Yi suddenly wake up from his thoughts.


    Mo Yi rolled up the photo in his hand, crammed it back into his backpack, then turned his head and looked at Wang Zezhi seriously.


    His face was pale, and his eyes became more and more dark. At the moment, he made a mistake to stare at people, which always made people have the illusion of facing the blade. Mo Yi pursed his almost colorless lips and said:


    "this orphanage is actually a place for selling orphans for profit. It was caught with flaws when people were wandering and making money during the war, so the real president of the orphanage pushed one The false director went out to take the crime, so that she was sentenced to death by hanging, while the real president took the opportunity to deal with the evidence in the orphanage - to kill all the orphans in the basement. "


    Mo Yi''s sudden explanation made Wang Ze one of them dumbfounded. The next second he realized that he was suddenly positive. This was helping him open a branch line mission.


    Sure enough, as soon as Mo Yi''s voice fell, only the familiar female voice rang:


    "dangdangdangdang, congratulations to player Wang Zezhi of No.05 for unlocking the hidden plot of this escape game!


    Branch task open, complete branch task will reward rich points, please continue to work hard


    Wang Zezhi looked up at Mo Yi gratefully. However, he was surprised to find that his expression was not as relaxed as himself, but more dignified.


    After the female voice completely disappeared, Mo Yi raised a pair of dark eyes to Wang Zezhi, took a deep breath, and continued: "I suspect that after the opening of the branch line mission, the time line of the whole orphanage is gradually overlapping with the past, and when the hall is completely new, it means that the two time lines are completely coincided, that is to say -"


    "¡° Is the massacre repeated? " Wang Zezhi shuddered.


    Although he didn''t see what happened just now, the blood and struggle on the ground almost told him everything.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I''m afraid it is. "Mo Yi was silent for a moment, and then he said," and that new man should be the executioner. "


    Doubts gather in my heart, and there are still many doubts that have not yet been solved.


    Before Wang Zezhi asked, he saw Mo Yi standing up from the ground. He turned to look at the dark corridor and said in a deep voice, "I have an idea. I have to confirm it."


    He muttered thoughtfully, "there should be some time before he comes to us..."


    Mo Yi was thinking about something in a trance, and turned to walk out of the side hall. His steps stopped and his eyes fell on the center of the pool of blood.


    In the place where sun Xiaoyan''s body lay just now, there was a piece of white paper.The blood blots slowly spread out on the paper and dyed into several big red characters:


    "find me"


    Mo Yi suddenly raised his head.


    The familiar teddy bear sat in front of the corridor, his back to the darkness, his gray eyes straight at him.


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 Chapter 41

    Sitting in the corridor behind the bear, the bear sat quietly apart from the light.


    The dark brown fluff, though old, was still clean and soft, with limbs intact - like the whole orphanage, its timeline seemed to be back in 1919.


    Mo Yi stares at it, but has not yet calmed down. At this moment, Wang Zezhi''s voice comes from his ear:


    "what''s the matter?"


    His voice made Mo Yi slightly distracted. When he looked at the corridor again, the teddy bear disappeared like the last time.


    The paper lying in the pool of blood seemed to lose the magic power attached to it just now. It was soaked and eroded by the bright red blood, and slowly swallowed up the handwriting written in the blood. However, within a few seconds, it became an ordinary paper falling into the blood.


    Mo Yi frowned, his eyes slightly heavy.


    Why "find me"? He followed the lead of the teddy bear and found the identities of the two brothers from the basement. Isn''t he able to find them?


    What is the meaning of this repeated hint?


    Wang Zezhi came to him at the moment, looked at him with some doubts and asked again: "what''s the matter? Why did it stop all of a sudden? "


    Mo Yi regained his mind, took a deep look at the note that had been immersed in the blood again, shook his head slowly, and then returned to the way: "nothing."


    After that, he gathered his mind and looked up at the four corridors in front of him. A drag bloodstain extended into one of the corridors and was swallowed by the growing darkness. The executioner dragging the corpse should go in that direction.


    Mo Yi turns and walks into another corridor.


    As he stepped into the deep corridor, the light suddenly dimmed. The wall lamp on the wall gave out a weak light, which illuminated the dark green pattern on the wallpaper. The new wallpaper was pasted high up to the ceiling, giving an invisible sense of depression.


    The floor under my feet groaned in disrepair.


    As he walked, Mo Yi sorted out the clues that had appeared in his heart.


    Now the whole time line of the orphanage goes back to March 11, 1919, when more than 300 orphans in the orphanage were slaughtered - now, if the massacre is to be repeated, one is the perpetrator and the other is the victim.


    However, it is clear that the dead cannot live with the orphanage.


    Then the perpetrator and the victim have to be played again.


    The new man who had been troubling him before was obviously chosen by the orphanage to be the perpetrator - that''s why he scratched the same mark on his face as the man in the picture.


    So, they, as the default members of the orphanage, are naturally placed in the role of victims.


    So Is this arrangement random or selective?


    Mo Yi slightly astringes the eyes, subconsciously lightly buckle the knuckles.


    The document that Wang Zezhi took out had a lot of names, and it was obviously signed on the same day. Then, it seems that the two meals suddenly improved, which seems to be able to explain.


    There is a high probability that it is dedicated to entertaining guests.


    The ground under your feet no longer makes annoying creaks, but becomes quiet and strong.


    Mo Yi stopped, then squatted down and groped on the ground in the dim light of the corridor.


    He felt the gap in the ground and lifted it hard. The blanket was lifted by him, revealing the steel door under it.


    Wang Zezhi hesitated and asked, "is this the entrance to the basement?"


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and nodded. His eyes still fell on the iron door. The broken lock on the iron door had disappeared when he came last time.


    Wang Zezhi squatted down and reached out to help pull up the iron gate.


    The damp and cold air came to my face, and the long and narrow stairs below were exposed with the opening of the iron door.


    At the end of the stairs, there was a glimmer of light.


    Mo Yi walked down several stairs, then reached out half of his body, pulled the blanket over, found the angle, and carefully covered it on the iron door again, so that when they pulled the iron door under the stairs, the blanket would be covered again.


    After finishing this, Mo Yi took a deep breath, calmed down, and took the lead to walk down the stairs.


    Wang Zezhi followed.


    When we got to the ground, we could see that it was really bright: the wet and bare rock walls were strong and tall, supporting a wide space. The small beds below were arranged neatly, and the yellowing sheets were worn and shrunken, but they were not covered with dust and dirt as usual when they came last time.


    It''s also back to the previous timeline.


    Mo Yi Chong''s face was surprised. Wang Zezhi, who looked around in surprise, waved and then walked across the room to the wooden door.


    When the door was opened, the clean walls came into view. The neat cots were almost the same as the previous room. The shocking bloodstains left by the previous massacre had completely disappeared. The whole room looked calm and tidy.Mo Yi turns to look around the whole room and stops at one side of the room.


    As if to strengthen his determination, he took a deep breath, then raised his feet and walked in that direction.


    Wang Zezhi followed Mo Yi''s direction and saw that there was a short and strong wooden door, which was marked in English - "nurse''s room."


    He followed Mo Yi, walked cautiously through the dense bed in the room and came to the wooden door.


    Mo Yi held out his hand and held the cold door handle. With a slight twist, the door opened slowly.


    With the rusty sound of creaking, the dark and cold breath in the door permeated and spread out, almost chilling all over the body.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes sank. He reached out and opened his flashlight. Without hesitation, he stepped into the door.


    Inside the door was a deep corridor, two rooms on each side of the corridor, which were dark and open, and looked particularly gloomy in the dim light of the flashlight.


    Mo Yi swayed in one of the rooms with a flashlight, which showed the vague outline of the objects in the room. There were four single beds and some necessary furniture in one room. They were simple and crude, but they had all kinds of internal organs.


    This is probably where the nurses live.


    Mo Yi clenched the finger of the flashlight slightly and continued to walk forward.


    At the end of the corridor, there is another room.


    The torch''s light beam swept the dirty door plate and printed the letter "infirmary".


    Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief.


    That''s great. There''s no wrong place - the orphanage has so many people, even if the orphans are alive or dead, it is necessary to prevent the outbreak of a large-scale epidemic and ensure the health of the nursing workers.


    However, if it is not found on the ground, and there is no trace of the infirmary in the basement before, it is likely to be hidden behind a door that has not been opened.


    Now it seems that he is right.


    How did he recognize some of the words in front of him? Is there anything you need in the infirmary? "


    Mo Yi turned his face and replied thoughtfully To test one of my guesses. "


    Having said that, he reached out and pushed the door of the infirmary and walked in first.


    The infirmary was unexpectedly clean and tidy. The place where the flashlight had been shining was spotless. All the articles were put in order. The bottles and jars were placed on the shelves in order of size, reflecting the cold light under the light of the flashlight.


    Mo Yi goes around the back of the table, takes out the bandage left over from Wang Zezhi''s bandage just now, wraps up his palm, and then starts to carefully flip the things on the table.


    He was attracted to a picture that was flipped over and pressed on the bottom.


    Mo Yi turned it over. The man in the black-and-white photo was the man in the previous group photo. He looked much younger, with a petite woman in his arms. It seemed that he was his wife.


    Half of his face was printed with half of the dark birthmark, and his smile was very cordial, while his wife''s face and limbs in his arm were very stiff, and fear was written on the eyebrows and corners of his eyes.


    Mo Yi takes a closer look, and suddenly finds that men are wearing summer clothes, while every inch of women''s skin is wrapped tightly, and even her hands are covered with gloves, which seems to be hiding something.


    Wang Zezhi also came over. He looked at the photo in Mo Yi''s hand in surprise and said, "this, is this the man in the group photo? Is he a doctor


    Mo Yi looked a little heavy and nodded:


    "when we were upstairs, we didn''t hear sun Xiaoyan''s scream at all, which means that her vocal cords were cut off at the beginning, her movements were so neat and her experience was so rich that she couldn''t do it without professional skills."


    "So He''s not behind the scenes? "


    Mo Yi''s lip corners slightly pursed, gently "um" one.


    "He''s supposed to be a sadist, so the orphans and the woman in this picture are so afraid of him that the mastermind sent him to kill so many orphans," he said as he put the photo back in place


    And it''s Killing.


    Both looked heavy.


    All of a sudden, in the silence, there was a slight sound of metal in the distance, and then the sound of heavy footsteps down the stairs, penetrating the quiet air, shaking their eardrums.


    Mo Yi was shocked -- someone came back.


    In the shortest time, he tried to restore the things on the table as fast as possible, and then ran out with Wang Zezhi.


    The door of the infirmary closed behind them.


    There is no fork in the road, once out, it is bound to face up.


    Step sound closer and closer, each step seems to step on the human heart.


    Mo Yi''s heart became more and more tense. Suddenly, he felt a movement in his heart. He stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Zezhi. He turned and rushed into one of the closed guard rooms nearby, and then closed the door again.They were short, turned off their flashlights and quietly fell in the dark.


    The footstep is closer.


    Only a slight "click" sound was heard, and the light outside lit up, shining along the gap between the door and the door frame.


    In the dim light, Mo Yi saw a piece of paper lying in front of him.


    It is lying in the dust, and it is written in colored crayons:


    "find us"


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 Chapter 42

    Mo Yi''s breath is slightly suffocating.


    His eyes were firmly fixed on the note, and the faint light from the crack of the door made a clear light mark on the paper, illuminating the writing on it.


    From "find me" to "find us"?


    Mo Yi''s heart is a little confused, too many thoughts as if a mess of general entangled together, can not clear the head.


    The murmur from outside the door was very clear in the dead closed space.


    It should be that the other party is opening the door.


    This voice instantly called back Mo Yi''s mind, and his heart then jumped violently and breathed lightly subconsciously.


    From the details observed in the infirmary just now, the doctor is probably a purist obsessive compulsive disorder.


    So just now, Mo Yi was so careful in the infirmary that he tried not to touch and destroy the original layout.


    But He came back so suddenly.


    However, in such a hurry and nervous situation, Mo Yi did not know whether he had made a mistake.


    It was quiet outside.


    Ear is their own rapid heartbeat sound, in the fierce contraction pulsation, the surging blood with the rhythm of heart beating impact on the blood vessel wall, in the dead environment outside the case loud.


    The sound of "pa" broke the silence, and the light through the crack of the door became brighter.


    He turned on the light in the infirmary.


    Mo Yi held his breath.


    Through the door, a cold and sticky voice sounded, like a snake hissing in the dark:


    "someone has been here."


    [someone has been here]


    the heart seems to be held by someone severely, and the alarm bell in the brain is loud -


    the blood all over the body is instantly cold.


    Oh, No.


    If you go on like this, you will be caught in a jar!


    Mo Yi''s mind like electricity, quickly swept the whole dark room, eyes fixed on a chair at the door, the heart of an instant had an idea.


    A series of inferences in the mind are formed in an instant, with no more than a millisecond difference between them.


    Under too much pressure, Mo Yi became unusually calm. He lowered his voice and quickly spat out a word:


    "run" in Wang Zezhi''s ear


    After that, he got up, pulled up the chair and ran out!


    At the door, Mo Yi''s afterglow glimpsed that the ferocious man with half of his face was standing in the center of the infirmary.


    Obviously, the man didn''t expect that they would come out of the next room so blatantly. There was a moment of stupor in his silent and wooden eyes.


    Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Yi stepped forward with a dart, pulled the door of the infirmary and slammed it shut.


    Then the back of the chair in your hand is clamped onto the door handle.


    Inside the door came the sound of "click" and "click".


    Wang Zezhi, who was following Mo Yi, was speechless It''s beyond my imagination.


    There was a big bang in the corridor - it was gunfire.


    With the sound of gunfire, sawdust spatter, the door instantly exposed half of the big hole of rotten slag.


    The metal clattered as the bullet reloaded.


    Mo Yi''s voice is like an alarm bell. He pulls Wang Zezhi back from the Daze: "what are you doing? Run!"


    Wang Zezhi returns to his mind and turns to keep up with Mo Yi''s back in front of him. They run to the door as fast as possible.


    The dense little bed almost became their hindrance, blocking them in front of them without any wind.


    They stumbled through a room filled with beds and almost no gaps, and even if the iron corner of the bed hit their knees, they couldn''t slow them down.


    There was a huge gunshot coming from behind, and the sound of the door splintering.


    Mo Yi''s heart is tight, can''t help but speed up the pace.


    The rapid and heavy footfalls followed!


    They had already passed through the last room and were about to pass through the wooden door separating the two rooms.


    Mo Yi slightly side down his head, Yu Guang glimpses that the figure behind him suddenly stops - his heart suddenly trembles, and quickly turns to pull one of Wang Ze''s hands in, and slams the door with the other hand.


    Almost at the same moment, the gun went off.


    The bullet hit the unreliable wooden door, and the sawdust exploded. Several pieces of the wood smashed into Mo Yi''s arm.


    Mo Yi clenched his teeth. His hand, which had been injured before, was almost unstoppable at the moment. The intense pain made him stop breathing for a moment.


    Xin Kui is not as close as he was just now, otherwise the wooden door will be blasted open.


    Mo Yi made a quick decision and stretched out his hand to pull the small bed beside him. The iron foot of the bed made a harsh sound on the ground.Wang Zezhi saw the wound on his hand clearly and quickly. They blocked the wooden door together and ran to the stairs together.


    After death came the gunshot again, Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi couldn''t control more, and tried to climb up the stairs.


    With the sound of "Zhi Ya", the iron door above the head was forced to open, and the dim light in the corridor penetrated in.


    The light, like a dose of cardiotonic, instantly poured into their hearts.


    Behind him came the sound of the door being blasted open again and the sound of "creaking" pushed by the iron bed - heavy steps were chasing again.


    Mo Yi and Wang Ze climbed up.


    The iron gate "clang" falls, arousing the reverberation of the metal, closing the chase sound of the underground below.


    From the iron gate came a fierce knock, clang to hit, the iron gate trembled with the sound of percussion, stirring up layer after layer of dust.


    The two hold the iron door which is still shaking and apply the weight of the whole body on it.


    Two minutes later, it seemed that the people below realized their futility and stopped shaking and attacking the iron gate.


    Mo Yi took a long breath and sat down on the iron door with his own strength. The feeling of soreness and pain spread in an instant. It was like a flood that engulfed his senses and almost made him shudder uncontrollably.


    "Just below. Thank you."


    Wang Ze''s half was grateful and half worried, looking at him with some guilt: "how''s your injury?"


    Mo Yi shook his head with some difficulty, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm himself down.


    Wang Zezhi looked at the place where he was injured: the sleeves under Mo Yi''s arm were almost dyed red with blood.


    He can''t help but feel a tight heart, it is difficult to cover up the guilt.


    Wang Zezhi turned over his backpack, found out a bottle of painkiller, poured two in the palm of his hand, and handed it to Mo Yi: "it will be better after eating it."


    Mo Yi swallows the pill. Although his face is still pale, he seems to be calmer.


    Wang Zezhi took up his injured arm, took out his portable knife, and cut his sleeve open to reveal his scarred and bloody skin. He frowned and told:


    "I will help you remove the sawdust and deal with the wound, otherwise it will be inconvenient for you to wait a moment However, ordinary painkillers are not powerful enough to make the nerves ignore this type of pain, and you can only tolerate it


    Mo Yi was pale and nodded.


    Ten minutes later, Wang Zezhi wrapped the remaining bandage on his arm, ending the painful treatment.


    Mo Yi gasped. His clothes were soaked with sweat. His face was pale and his black eyes became more and more dark. He was calm and clear as usual.


    Xin Kui''s patience for pain is not low. If he put it on ordinary people, he would be fainted by pain.


    Mo Yi tried to move his arms, turned to Wang Zezhi and said, "I''m afraid he''s coming out. You help me drag some heavy objects to press the iron gate. I''ll sit here and press it."


    Wang Zezhi nodded, some uneasily admonished: "when you encounter something wrong, shout out loud."


    Mo Yi smiles and nods.


    Wang Zezhi''s figure was gradually engulfed by the dim lights in the corridor. Mo Yi moved his shoulder. His clothes, which were wet with sweat due to pain, looked chilly in the cold corridor at the moment, which made him shrink involuntarily.


    Just then, the iron door under him shook again!


    Mo Yi quickly stabilized his figure, supported his body with his pair, and pressed the rocking iron gate under him with gravity.


    However, due to her lack of weight, Mo Yi felt that she was slowly lifted up under her own struggle Hold it up


    Hold it up


    Mo Yi looked embarrassed and called out: "Wang Zezhi! Help


    He''s going back to the gym this time!


    Wang Zezhi ran out and helped him to hold down the iron gate. Then he held up what he had in his hand and shook it at him: a big lock, which is the lock that should be on the iron door when the time line has not returned to the past.


    He held down the trembling iron door with quick eyes and quick hands, and then locked the iron door with a lock and a twist of the key.


    The metal lock fell heavily on the iron door, making a heavy sound.


    They let go of their hands, stepped back a few steps, watched the iron door return to calm again, and then let out a long breath.


    Mo Yi stepped back. He felt that there was something wrong with the touch under his feet. He looked down and saw a piece of paper stepping on his feet.


    He bent down and picked up the note. It still said, "find us"


    Mo Yi turned it over. He was shocked. There were words on the back of the note, which read:


    "help us"


    in the flash of lightning, Mo Yi''s brain flashed an idea - just now, in the hall! Sun Xiaoyan was tortured and killed, the light smile from the air of time and space came back to his mind.Mo Yi suddenly raised his head and said in a very fast voice: "the secret agent decided to kill the child in order to cover up the criminal evidence, right?"


    He nodded and thought about it.


    Mo Yi continued: "in this case, isn''t a simple execution more convenient and quick? Why take orphans to a room in the basement and kill them? "


    Wang Ze, one of the Leng, flashed a contemplative look in his eyes.


    Yeah He had not thought of it before.


    "Do you remember the document just signed today?" Mo Yi pursed his lips, his eyes twinkled in the dim light, and then said:


    "perhaps it is that the real Dean wants to make a final profit before leaving the gang, or to please some people who give him protection - so he arranged a show for the rich people who have this special hobby."


    Massacre show.


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    brain cells are consumed by thieves


    once a card is written, it is cool in capital Boo Hoo woo my hair x


    PS: the mist of my mind comes out in the next chapter


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 Chapter 43

    After Mo Yi finished, he paced in the same place impatiently, frowning tightly.


    In the dark and cold corridor light, his face was pale because of blood loss, and there was no blood color on his tightly pursed lips.


    Wang Zezhi eased himself from Mo Yi''s inference just now, and he couldn''t help feeling flustered.


    He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked, "that Since we play the victim and the newcomer acts the perpetrator, then Who will play the spectator


    Mo Yi shook his head a little solemnly and replied, "I don''t know."


    He pursed his lips and said with some uncertainty: "I heard laughter just now when sun Xiaoyan was murdered."


    Wang Zezhi can''t help but feel cold. His goose bumps suddenly appear. He shrinks his shoulders and reveals a reluctant smile: "you Don''t scare me


    Mo Yi raised eyebrows and did not answer.


    He lowered his head and rubbed the piece of paper in his hand. The rough touch came from under his fingertips. The fragile and thin paper made a slight "rustling" sound.


    Mo Yi''s eyes stop here in the handwriting on the note. His eyes are dark, and he can''t see what he is thinking for a moment.


    The atmosphere in the air for a moment was quiet and frightening.


    Wang Zezhi looked at the note over and over there. He couldn''t help but break the silence. He asked in doubt, "isn''t that a few words on that paper? What are you looking at?"


    His words seem to wake Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi raised his head from his own thoughts, and his dark eyes looked at Wang Zezhi, but he did not focus on him, as if he had passed through him straight.


    "I wonder, where is the body?" he said


    Wang Ze one Leng: corpse?


    Mo Yi then said: "the massacre was meant to cover up the evidence, so the bodies of more than 300 orphans could never be transported out in a blatant way. Where would they go?"


    Wang Zezhi''s eyes were dignified. He reached out and pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He thought about it carefully and replied, "could it be that it was transported out in batches overnight?"


    Mo Yi nodded: "maybe."


    After that, he held up the note in his hand and showed it to Wang Zezhi:


    "but if so, why did they let us" find them "


    The orphans may have the answer in the orphanage.


    Wang Zezhi frowned: "but this orphanage is so big, where can we find it? And... "


    He turned his head and looked at the locked iron door, which was shining coldly in the dark and lying quietly at the end of the corridor.


    And, the bodies, there''s a good chance - downstairs.


    Mo Yi''s brows frowned more tightly. He raised his head and looked at the bright hall on the other side of the corridor. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something: "I may have a way."


    Before the words fell, Mo Yi turned and walked out of the corridor. His back was thin and straight. Looking at it against the light, he felt very relieved.


    Wang Zezhi stopped and followed up.


    Under the bright light in the hall, although the blood on the ground has been half dry, it is still shocking. A long drag of blood extended into one of the corridors, leaving dark red marks on the smooth ground.


    Mo Yi said:


    "since we play the role of orphans in the orphanage, then After sun Xiaoyan was tortured and killed, her body must be piled up with other orphans. "


    Wang Zezhi understood when he saw the blood on the ground. He then said, "as long as we follow the blood, we can find the bones."


    Mo Yi smiles and nods: he is much smarter than Jiang Yuanbai in the last copy.


    They followed the bloodstain and walked into the corridor.


    as like as two peas, the corridor is the longest corridor for game player, and the longest one in four corridors. The end of the corridor is engulfed in dim light, and the two sides of the corridor are identical with twelve identical rooms.


    The ferocious underground blood remains at the beginning of the corridor, and the dragged blood turns into a large pool of blood, mixed with viscera and flesh fragments, just like It''s like being dismembered.


    The spatter of blood almost covered the first half of the corridor, almost masking the rest.


    Mo Yi frowned without trace, turned to Wang Ze Zhi and said, "it seems that we can only find them separately."


    Wang Zezhi nodded helplessly.


    Mo Yi is in charge of the six rooms on the left side of the corridor, and Wang Zezhi is in charge of the six rooms on the right side.


    Mo Yi turns around and enters the first room on the left. It is obvious that the room has returned to its former appearance. The light on the top of his head is no longer dim. The bright light falls down, but it can not dispel the chill in the heart.


    The floor of the house was dripping with irregular blood.Mo Yi walked around the room, knocking and touching everywhere, trying to find out whether there was a partition under the wall. He bent down to find the gap on the floor and tried to find the same secret room as before.


    It''s a pity that they are all solid.


    He frowned and turned to the second room.


    The second room was almost the same as the first room, with a lot of blood, and there was no mezzanine compartment wall and floor.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows frown more tightly.


    He turned around and walked out of the second room and met Wang Zezhi, who also came out from the opposite side.


    Wang Zezhi wiped the sweat on his forehead and asked, "did you find anything?"


    Mo Yi did not speak, staring at him in a daze.


    Wang Zezhi''s heart is a hair, raised the palm to shake in front of his eyes: "how..."


    Before his voice fell, the rest of the words were stuck in his trembling throat, and no syllable could be squeezed out. Wang Zezhi saw that his hands were covered with blood.


    He looked up at Mo Yi in horror, but he saw Mo Yi standing in front of him, a pair of dark eyes staring at him, a trace of blood floating on his pale face.


    He murmured in a low voice:


    "under your bones, beneath your skin


    I''m here with the ever and ever"


    Song Qi was stunned: This is The little poem carved on the table?


    Although Mo Yi''s facial expression did not change much, his eyes revealed his restless mood.


    "I always thought the subject of this poem was the author, but I was wrong - the subject of this poem is actually the player!"


    Wang Ze was one of the stupefied.


    Mo Yi''s breath was a little bit short. He took a deep breath and continued:


    "since entering this copy, we are all under the bones and flesh of the orphan!"


    Wang Zezhi understood, and his face turned blue and white: "so The body was actually on top of us all the time? "


    Mo Yi nodded - he finally knew where the dark water stains on the ceiling had never disappeared before the time line of the orphanage had gone back, and why the ceiling in the orphanage was always so low.


    They quickly walked into the room behind them and looked up into the room. Sure enough, in the gap between the ceiling and the wall, there was a dark red to black half dried blood.


    Wang Zezhi stood on one of the small iron beds and raised his arm to try to touch the bleeding ceiling. Sure enough, the ceiling loosened and a secret door was pushed open.


    The stench of blood came on his face, choking Wang Ze Zhi''s coughing.


    He stood on tiptoe a little, opened the flashlight he carried with him, and shot it up. He was shocked by the appearance inside and couldn''t speak.


    In the dark, dusty compartment, there were dense skeletons, which seemed to be the bones of a child''s legs. In the nearest place to him, there were two cut-out legs connected with flesh and blood.


    Don''t want to know that this is sun Xiaoyan''s body after being dismembered.


    Wang Zezhi jumped down in disgust and repeated what he had just seen.


    Mo Yi, with a calm face, nodded and said: "if I''m not wrong, there are the remains of children''s corpses at the top of the orphanage.


    Maybe it''s because I have already guessed that Wang Zezhi is not so surprised this time, but he still looks fresh. After all, no one can accept that he spent nearly three days under more than 300 remains.


    Mo Yi turned around and said, "come on, let''s open all the other ceilings."


    Wang Zezhi nodded and walked out after him.


    They went through the corridor and were about to walk to another room. However, when they were halfway there, Wang Zezhi suddenly remembered something and asked:


    "by the way, I only saw sun Xiaoyan''s In part, Zhao Yicheng and Song Qi are not on it. Do you think they will... "


    Mo Yi''s pace a little pause, reply: "everyone will be arranged by the orphanage role, Zhao Yicheng should also be."


    Thinking of Song Qi, Mo Yi made a slight mistake. He didn''t know how to explain it.


    "Song Qi" is outside the whole system, and there will be no role distribution, but he can''t tell Wang Ze Zhi that this is a haunting fog?


    Mo Yi frowned, thought carefully, and said, "as for Song Qi, you should consider him dead."


    Wang Zezhi: ---???


    Just then, a deep voice came from behind:


    "I didn''t know I was dead."


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 Chapter 44

    Mo Yi:


    Wang Zezhi:


    Is it a secret of evocation to speak ill of others behind their backs?


    Mo Yi stopped for a moment, turned around and said sincerely, "it''s great that you''re OK."


    Wang Zezhi: Big brother, your acting is a bit fake.


    Song Qi stood in the back light at the end of the corridor. The dim light in the hall behind him gave him a light halo on the lines of his side face.


    Without saying a word, he stepped forward and stood in front of Mo Yi. Song Qi chuckled, raised his hand and wiped his face with his finger pulp.


    Mo Yi didn''t respond for a moment. Subconsciously, he blinked his eyes and looked at Song Qi in a daze.


    Against the light, Song Qi''s expression is obscure, a pair of light colored eyes focus on him.


    His voice was as usual: "blood."


    Mo Yi returns to his senses at the moment. He follows Song Qi''s movements and looks at his outstretched hands. He can see that the slender white fingertips are stained with a little red, which makes him look very eye-catching.


    Mo Yi suddenly: "Oh, thank you very much."


    After that, he raised his intact palm and wiped it hard in the place that song Qigang had just touched. His pale skin was instantly stained with a layer of red by his rude actions.


    Mo Yi looks at Song Qi standing in front of him and asks, "is there anything else?"


    "Wait a minute." Song Qi''s voice is low. He reaches out his hand and holds up Mo Yi''s face. He gently wipes the remaining blood on the floating red with the thumb of his right hand. He is careful as if he treats a treasure.


    Mo Yi was frightened by his sudden action for a few seconds. He had no time to dodge and was caught.


    When he regained his consciousness, he felt his cheek sink into the cold palm of the other party, and his long Fingerbone was holding his mandible tenderly and irresistibly.


    Song Qi''s face is also close, cold breath gently close to Mo Yi''s cheek.


    Breathing is intertwined.


    Mo Yi can''t help but get hot, as if the palm of the other party''s hand is also stained with the temperature of his own face, some ironing the skin.


    He coughed awkwardly, turned his head and broke free from Song Qi''s palm, and then stepped back without trace.


    The distance between the two was suddenly opened.


    Song Qidun, as if nothing happened, put down his palm in the air and said, "there is no more now."


    Wang Ze, one of his faces, stood beside him in a complicated way, holding his arm with an eye and without saying a word.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡± Why does he always have the illusion that he has been stuffed with a mouthful of dog food?


    At this time, Mo Yi seemed to think of something. He turned to look at Wang Zezhi and said, "by the way, your forehead..."


    Wang Zezhi remembered that there was blood on his forehead that had been dripping from the ceiling before. He shook his hand with a smile, shook his head and retreated: "I, I, I will come by myself, I have a tissue."


    Please don''t let the person next to you emit low pressure! What a terrible look in his eyes!


    I don''t want to wipe my face at all. Thank you!


    Wang Zezhi wanted to cry without tears.


    Mo Yi took a look at him and swallowed the rest into his stomach: in fact He just wanted to remind him that Wang Zezhi had put all the paper towels in his place when he was bandaging him.


    Suddenly, Mo Yi felt that his left hand was touched by something cold.


    He was stunned and looked at his side.


    Song Qizheng, with a complicated face, gazed down at his forearm, which was cut off by his cuff. A thick bandage was wrapped on it, and his thin arm was wrapped in a thick circle. The dark red blood was permeated out. The pale skin without bandage was covered with blue purple and dried blood scabs caused by blood stasis.


    "Are you hurt?"


    Mo Yi didn''t care much about nodding and replied, "it''s OK. It''s not very painful. It''s still normal. It won''t affect the next action."


    Song Qi lowered his eyes, moved his lips with some difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: " I''m sorry. "


    Even though he knew that the other party was a dangerous person whose position was not very clear, Mo Yi could not help feeling soft when he saw his slightly fragile expression at the moment.


    He reached out his hand hesitantly and rubbed the other person''s head. His voice was unusually soft:


    "it''s not your fault."


    After that, Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Wang Zezhi standing on the side. His face regained his usual calm and sense:


    "well, enough greetings are enough. The top priority is to find all the orphan''s bodies. We don''t have much time."


    Behind Mo Yi''s back, Wang Zezhi''s eyes are wide open. Song Qi, who was also a mysterious and domineering man just now, is standing in the same place with a stiff face. His face is red with the speed visible to the naked eye, and his ear tip is also red, which makes him wonder whether the other party is steamed.¡ª¡ªI''m afraid it''s not replaced, right?!


    -- Wang Ze''s face coldly kicked over the dog food delivered to him.


    -


    after Song Qi joined in, the speed of the three people increased significantly. They went from room to room with high efficiency, breaking the ceiling above their heads and making the bodies on their heads see the sun again.


    What''s more, they soon found that as long as the ceiling is opened, the room will slowly become old and damaged, just like the magic spell on the house has been removed and restored to the time line.


    Mo Yi stood in the empty library room, stopped his hands, wiped the thin layer of sweat on his forehead with his hands free of blood, looked around the peeling wall for a week, and breathed a sigh of relief:


    "is there any place we haven''t taken care of except the hall now?"


    Wang Ze Zhi thought for a while and shook his head: "no more."


    While listening to Wang Zezhi''s words, Mo Yi counted the pieces of corpses found above each room, and then came to the conclusion:


    the bones above the hall should be children''s arms.


    Mo Yi slightly drooped his eyes, long and black eyelashes covered the complicated look in his eyes. He paused and took over the words: "let''s go, let''s go and open the secret room of the hall."


    With that, he turned and walked out.


    Wang Zezhi and Song Qi followed him and walked in the direction of the hall.


    After entering the hall, the three of them smashed the ceiling above their heads together. The dust mixed with the smell of smell and decay occupied everyone''s senses in an instant.


    Don''t even frown.


    He raised his head and looked at Wang Zezhi, who was standing on the chair and leaning half his body into the ceiling, raised his voice and asked, "have you found it?"


    Wang Zezhi''s voice came from overhead: "yes, it''s the arms of children Well, there are sun Xiaoyan''s


    Mo Yi nodded. Before he said anything, he just heard the sound of "click" from the ceiling. The cracking sound of dental acid was introduced into the eardrum. A crack spread on the ceiling and split the spider web like gap at a very fast speed.


    Mo Yi''s heart is tight, the secret road is not good.


    The whole orphanage itself was a shoddy building, and after they opened the ceiling, its timeline returned to its old state of disrepair - it was easy for them to destroy the supporting structure of the ceiling.


    Sure enough, the whole ceiling vibrated violently twice, and then it collapsed.


    Mo Yi subconsciously raised his arm to protect his head, but he didn''t want a strong attack. He pulled him aside. Half of his body instantly fell into a cold embrace. The smell of fog in pine forest after rain lingered in his nose, which was neat and clear.


    Song Yi''s arm just goes away.


    "The wound on your arm can''t hold up and be hit," he said with a disguised cough


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, said thanks, and looked back at the hall again.


    The floor of the hall was in a mess, the broken ceiling partition was in a mess on the ground, the top of the head was only a layer of black supporting surface, dust rustled down, bones and flesh mixed with dust fell on the ground - the smell of putrefaction became more and more strong.


    Wang Zezhi, standing on the chair, seemed to be stunned. However, his upper half of the body was already on the ceiling, so he was hardly affected.


    He slowly looked up and then looked down. Finally, he looked at Mo Yi rigidly, showing an embarrassed smile: " Sorry? "


    Mo Yi shook his head: "it''s OK. The ceiling should have collapsed."


    As soon as the voice dropped, the whole hall began to grow old at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wall peeled off, the wallpaper wrinkled, and the stench almost turned into substance. Mo Yi turned his head and looked behind him. It seemed that the same changes had taken place in the corridor and the rooms deep in the corridor.


    Unlike the room they were in when they first entered the copy, the whole house was old, but everything was well preserved and undamaged - it was not like a house a hundred years ago.


    And now The whole building quickly fell into decay.


    As if Pulled back to the real timeline by the whole.


    A few "clatters" and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded deep in the corridor - and the ceiling of several other rooms must have begun to fall.


    The stench is getting stronger.


    Mo Yi stepped forward to examine the bones on the ground, and his eyes could not help being stunned. Among the arm bones on the ground, a pair of arms tightly held a rabbit doll full of dust.


    In a daze, he stepped forward again and searched the bones of the ground:


    there was no teddy bear.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows tightly wrinkled, lips pursed without a trace of blood color.


    He squatted down and began to count the bones of his hands one by one.


    After counting, Mo YILENG for a few seconds, then turned and ran into other rooms, carefully counting the scattered bones on the ground.There are skulls in this room, so it''s hard to count them wrong.


    After counting, Mo Yi turns around the room, his eyes are a little confused.


    At this time, a familiar mechanical female voice sounded in her ear, calling back Mo Yi''s mind:


    "congratulations to player Mo Yi, you have completed the branch task: extrication, task reward has been sent to your account, please collect it after the game is over."


    Mo Yimeng raised his head and looked out of the window with dark eyes:


    there is one hour left before the end of the game.


    The branch line task has been completed.


    He pursed his lips, turned and walked into the hall, saying in silence:


    there are two bodies missing from these bones.


    It''s, to be exact, the remains of a pair of brothers.


    They have a teddy bear.


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 Chapter 45

    Mo Yi walked out of the hall.


    The wall around him became dirty, covered with dust and damp mold, rustling dust falling down, the wall lamp hanging askew on the wall, falling to the ground, sending out more and more weak light.


    Mo Yi turned on the flashlight and walked through the skeleton and debris of the road on the ground with the pale light column.


    The light in the hall of Xinkui is still hard to light up, emitting light from time to time.


    Mo Yi quickened his pace.


    Song Qi and Wang Zezhi turned their heads to look at him at the same time.


    Wang Zezhi''s eyebrows and corners of his eyes were a little happy. He pushed his glasses and said excitedly:


    "the branch line task has been completed! Then we''ll just wait until the time is over and we''ll be out. "


    Song Qi did not say anything, just a little step forward, a pair of light colored eyes tightly staring at Mo Yi, sharp facial lines slightly soft.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and said:


    "do you remember the teddy bear I told you that kept giving us clues?"


    Wang Zezhi was stunned for two seconds. Obviously, he didn''t understand why Mo Yi raised this question at this critical point, but he still nodded.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at him deeply:


    "the master of that doll It''s not in these bodies. "


    Wang Zezhi frowned and subconsciously pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and replied, "well But the branch line is done, isn''t it? Maybe by default, it''s enough for you to find most of the bodies? After all, this copy is not very difficult. "


    What he said was reasonable.


    Mo Yi nodded slightly, then shook his head, and did not answer.


    He stood still, his brows locked, his thoughts heavy in his dark eyes, and he was slowly patrolling the hall, his pale cheek without a trace of blood, and he looked like a ghost.


    However, when he saw Wang''s eyes, he didn''t want to disturb him.


    Wang Zezhi shut his mouth, but he still couldn''t help but glance at Mo Yi, who was still staring at him. There were wisps of doubt in his eyes.


    The countdown to this copy is coming to an end, and the feeder mission has been completed.


    They uncovered the true face of the orphanage, and found the bodies of the orphans Isn''t that the end?


    But Mo Yi is in deep thought at the moment.


    In his mind, he integrated the clues and doubts that this copy had obtained all the way, and at the same time, he was divergent and thinking.


    What did he miss?


    Too many mysteries have not been solved, too many questions have not been answered.


    Therefore, although the branch task of this copy shows that it has been completed, Mo Yi feels more and more uneasy.


    It was as if the abyss of uncertainty opened its dark mouth in front of him, grinning grimly at him coldly, waiting for the prey to throw itself into the net.


    Mo Yi subconsciously pursed his lips and forced himself to focus on the most important issues at present.


    Why aren''t the bones of the brothers on the ceiling?


    Why didn''t they find their bodies, but the branch line mission showed that it was completed?


    His intuition told him that it would be a breakthrough in the whole problem.


    Mo Yi combed every clue left by the teddy bear and all the information about the two brothers that he had overturned: a poem, a file and several puzzles.


    Suddenly, Mo Yi seemed to think of something. He was stunned for a moment and raised his head.


    Tanatos.


    No matter Greek or Hebrew Mythology, there are countless pairs of famous brothers in each myth. So why do the puzzle writers choose tanatos and huppus, who are not particularly famous in Greek mythology, to give him a hint?


    Previously, when he was underground, he focused too much on the symbols behind the tanatos, instead of thinking about why the other side chose tanatos as a symbol.


    The more famous name of tanatos is death.


    He and his brother, sopranos, were responsible for transporting the bodies of the dead as night fell.


    Mo Yi''s heart suddenly filled with a shudder.


    His mind slowly outlined a strange but reasonable explanation.


    Mo Yi''s eyes are somewhat complicated. He takes a few steps to the interior of the hall, then stands in front of Wang Zezhi, swallows a mouthful of saliva, moistens his dry throat, and says:


    "the completion of the branch line task of the orphanage is to find the remains of other victims, right?"


    Wang Ze Zhi didn''t know, so he nodded and replied uncertainly: "according to the current situation, it should be like this. That''s right."Mo Yi''s voice dropped a few degrees, and the empty hall aroused a slight resonance in the air:


    "if we say that the system determines that our branch line task is completed because Which of the two brothers it judged to be the perpetrators? "


    Wang Zezhi''s back burst out a layer of cold sweat.


    The more he thought about it, the more likely this inference would be: if the brothers were really convicted perpetrators, they would have found all the victims'' bodies, and the branch mission would have been judged successful.


    At this time, the deep corridor, sounded a very stable and very heavy footstep sound, from far to near.


    The slow applause rang out, and a man''s voice came from the darkness: "wonderful inference."


    People were surprised and looked at the source of the sound.


    I saw a man slowly step out of the broken and twisted corridor, his face lit up by the dim flickering lights in the hall.


    Wang Zezhi lost his voice: "Zhao Yicheng?"


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered the solemnity in his eyes. No, it wasn''t Zhao Yicheng. Although he had the same face and clothes, his expression, movement, and even the temperament of the whole person had changed greatly. His face was dark and his eyes were dull, just like the appearance of a new man who had been attached to him.


    Another one following him verified Mo Yi''s conjecture.


    His clothes were covered with half dried blood, and half of his face was covered with blood scabs. He held a black gun barrel in his hand, and his face was numb and stiff. He was the "doctor" who was locked in the ground by him and Wang Zezhi.


    The victim and the perpetrator finally met formally.


    And, behind the scenes.


    Mo Yi grabs song Qichui''s palm on his side and writes a few words in his palm.


    Then, as if nothing happened, he let go of his hand and stare at Zhao Yicheng, who is standing on the other side of the hall.


    "Zhao Yicheng" twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile:


    "those little bedbugs who have been suppressing me and are not allowed to move finally Anyway, I have been "released" by you. I can finally move now. Thank you for your help. "


    His voice was hoarse, as if it had been roasted by fire: "now, you will stay forever."


    Just then, Mo Yi raised his voice and asked, "where are Albert and Aaron?"


    "Zhao Yicheng" moved his stiff head, looked at Mo Yi with a pair of dull eyes, and then slowly showed a snake like smile:


    "I can''t move. Of course, I have to find a cover to let you finish the task. Aren''t two helpless orphans the best bait?" His voice did not fall, both sides of the corridor showed a small child figure.


    Their limbs and heads seemed to be suspended by strings, standing like puppets in the dark, unable to see their faces and bodies, but it made the people who watched them shiver.


    Wang Zezhi''s mind was in a mess, like the collapse of the sky: notes and teddy bears All traps? All bait? They were designed by the ghost of this orphanage from the beginning?!


    At this time, Mo Yi''s cold and clear voice came from his side. Even at this time, his tone was still calm and calm, as if nothing could disturb his mind:


    "it''s not easy to clean up the mess after killing all the orphans, even if you have a whole basement for slaughtering and dismembering, and transporting so many corpses to hide Going to the ceiling is not a small project. "


    "Zhao Yicheng" smile a little convergence, turning his eyes staring at Mo Yi, no answer.


    Mo Yi continued to say: "in the files I read, the brothers have been here for the longest time and the oldest. It''s the best choice to help with the disposal of the corpse. What''s more, it can be disposed of directly after the delivery, and there''s no need to worry about secret disclosure."


    Zhao Yicheng''s face was stained with thin anger: "so what? They were my puppets when they were alive, and after they died. "


    Mo Yi smiles: "if this is true, how could they secretly turn to us for help"


    the closer we get to the end of the copy time, the more frequent the notes appear. The person on the top also changes from "me" to "us", and the same sentences appear repeatedly, with shorter interval time from one to the other - until the back of the last piece of paper, there is a note Yes, "help us.".


    Help us.


    "Zhao Yicheng"''s eyebrows became more and more insidious. He laughed: "it''s just..."


    Mo Yi interrupted his unfinished words, then said coldly: "if it is, how can they secretly remind me where their bodies are hiding?"


    As soon as his voice dropped, there was a crisp sound of "Kara" behind him!


    Song Qi did not know when he slowly moved to the gate and bent down. Under the beams of the hanging corpses, his fingers were embedded in the rotten floor, and he suddenly lifted them -


    the dust was flying down, and two white bones were exposed under the ground.


    Just now Mo Yi was stalling!"Zhao Yicheng" was shocked and said to the people standing behind him, "kill them!"


    The people behind him numbly raised the black barrel of the gun. At this moment, the souls of the two puppet like children were cut off from the control line, stood up normally, and then rushed to the man holding the gun!


    There was a big bang, and the shot was off the mark.


    With a hissing, the doctor''s body suddenly spread a large number of blood beads, the whole person as if dehydrated in the dusty ground.


    "Zhao Yicheng" is now calming down.


    He straightened out his messy collar and gave a well-organized smile: "you haven''t found the bystander yet?"


    Mo Yi was surprised.


    "Zhao Yicheng" stares at him coldly, and his expression seems to be in control: "in the moment you complete the branch line task, you can''t escape."


    His voice did not fall, the walls of the orphanage began to twist!


    It was beating like a living creature, and smiling faces appeared on the wall. The light laughter that Mo Yi had heard before magnified and echoed in people''s ears strangely.


    The orphanage itself is a spectator!


    Before Mo Yi recovered from his shock, he heard Song Qi, not far away, shouting, "open the door!"


    "Zhao Yicheng" followed the voice and looked at the source of the voice, but the gloomy smile on his face suddenly solidified. He seemed PS: in order to celebrate the end of this copy, 50 small red packets were randomly dropped in three days after tomorrow, so please leave more messages.


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 Chapter 46

    Boundless fog with cold cold, rolling silent fear and horror, silent swallow everything.


    There was no sound.


    As if all the sounds were swallowed up by the whole, leaving only a terrible and desolate silence.


    But the terrible fog was docile around Mo Yi''s side, leaving a small blank on his side, like ordinary smoke, which was wrapped around his fingers.


    Mo Yi''s heart beat violently, and the rapid gasping voice almost became the only sound in the whole space.


    He subconsciously pressed his left chest, just the life and death line made his heart rate soar to the highest, even now, his eyes are still a little fuzzy and dizzy.


    It was pure white as far as the eye could see.


    As if there were no other colors in the world.


    He won the big bet.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and calmed down his beating heart.


    He had guessed not long ago that Song Qi was the fog in the previous copy


    so during the confrontation just now, he chose to write in the palm of Song Qi''s hand, and asked him to look for the remains of the brothers instead of seeking Wang Zezhi''s help. That was for this consideration.


    - and from the expression of "Zhao Yicheng" who was shocked, it seems that the boss of "Song Qi" is not low.


    Mo Yi pursed her lips, pressing down the strong uneasiness in her heart.


    In fact, he did so, including directly opening the door of the orphanage, which was tantamount to gambling his life on this extremely dangerous existence without knowing the joy, anger, details.


    This feeling of being out of control is really uncomfortable.


    As if walking in the light clouds, there is no real place at the foot, everything around is full of danger and unknown, surrounded by uncertain sense of crisis.


    At this time, the fog in front of me slowly gathered together, like the end of the previous copy, the fog slowly condensed into a human shape.


    Song Qi.


    His appearance is slightly different from that in the copy. His aggressive facial features are sharp and indifferent, and the color of his pupils becomes lighter and lighter, as if it is flowing light gray.


    Standing not far away, he opened his mouth and said, "you''ve seen it for a long time."


    Declarative sentences.


    Mo Yi''s eye son slightly dark dark, whole body up and down tight up, did not answer.


    "Song Qi" continued: "it was my negligence, after all..."


    After only half of his speech, he stopped and changed the topic as if nothing had happened:


    "Wang Zezhi, I made him sleep, and when the time for the copy is up, he will naturally be transmitted to the real world."


    Mo Yi''s heart is a little loose.


    He squinted and asked, "at the beginning of the copy, that woman opened the door once. Did you sneak in at that time?"


    At that time, Mo Yi clearly remembered that the number of players he counted was nine, and after the woman opened the door, he counted ten more.


    At that time, he thought it was because the environment was too chaotic and the number was wrong - now it seems that it is not.


    Song Qi''s face did not fluctuate, he replied:


    "I can''t interfere with your game process in the copy, so you must open the door, otherwise I will never be able to come in."


    This sentence is a pun.


    Mo Yi slightly lowered his eyes, lip corners pursed a trace of cool radian.


    No wonder at the time just now, "Song Qi" asked him to open the door, instead of opening the door himself to let the fog pour in.


    "Song Qi" slowly took a step forward, thick fog around his body, he looked at Mo Yi with the same color eyes, his voice suddenly became slow and heavy: "you seem to have a lot of questions."


    Mo Yi looks at him and doesn''t speak.


    His deep voice sounded in the empty space, with wisps of Enchantment:


    "one question can be changed into another, how about? But Only in this copy, after all - I can''t tell you any other information even if I want to. "


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at the blue blue countdown in mid air: ten minutes left.


    It''s a good deal.


    He fixed his eyes on "Song Qi", nodded, and then asked:


    "why is the orphanage a bystander?"


    This question has been pestering him since the beginning. Those who paid the money had no connection with the orphanage except the day of the massacre. How could they become the orphanage itself?


    "Song Qi" raised eyebrows: "after opening the branch line mission, the copy will increase the difficulty. In this copy, it means to repeat the situation at that time on massacre day, so it needs the characters that appear on the day of massacre to help complete the replay."


    He went on to the next step and said:


    "the replica will be divided into roles according to its own criteria. The orphanage itself witnessed everything that happened, so it was chosen as the spectator role."Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully and asked, "what standard is the role allocation between the victim and the perpetrator?"


    "Song Qi" smile: "this is the second problem."


    Hearing this, Mo Yi can''t help but wring his eyebrows with some annoyance, and then gently nodded his head to indicate the other party to ask questions.


    Song Qi asked, "how do you know where the bones of the two brothers are buried?"


    "First, the brothers are responsible for transporting the bodies. Second, the clue they use to give us hints is the game of hangman. Third, every time a player dies in this orphanage, there will be hanging corpses in that place. Fourth, the orientation of the poem. "


    "Of course, I have checked the underground and walls of all the other rooms. There is no dark floor. The door is the only place I haven''t checked. Of course, it''s the most possible."


    He tilted his head and thought for a while, and then he continued, "I''m afraid In fact, the last point is the main reason. "


    Song Qi''s eyebrows jumped without trace.


    So why did you say so much?


    After he got the answer, Song Qi was no longer vague. As a result, Mo Yi replied to the last question:


    "your meal suddenly improved that day. Players who choose to eat orphan''s food are selected as victims, and players who choose to eat expensive meals are selected as perpetrators. "


    Mo Yi frowned: "but isn''t sun Xiaoyan also..."


    Song Qi replied: "the perpetrator only needs two roles, and the other redundant roles will be identified by the copy as the orphan who ate the food of the manager and is the first target to be pursued."


    He said that, and moved forward a step closer, at this time, he and Mo Yi''s distance is no more than an arm''s distance: "now you need me two questions."


    Mo Yi nods helplessly and hugs his arm to wait for the other party to ask questions.


    "Where did you grow up?"


    Mo Yi couldn''t help being surprised by this question. He pursed his lips, and his eyes suddenly became gloomy:


    " Ryder orphanage. "


    "How old are you?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ 26¡¢ It''s not a good idea


    Song Qi nodded and said, "OK, it''s your turn."


    Mo Yi''s face was a little pale at the moment. He raised his dark eyes and looked directly at Song Qi and asked:


    "the difficulty of this copy should not be very great, but now it is almost a dead end game. Why?"


    Song Qi''s movements were imperceptible. He looked at Mo Yi with his light gray eyes and replied:


    " Because I affected the progress of the game, the game increased the difficulty of the copy. "


    Sure enough.


    So from the beginning, under the seemingly flat surface, this copy hides one fatal trap and Lasso, and eventually constitutes an almost absolute death. If they did not open the door at the last moment, this copy would definitely be their burial place.


    Looking at Song Qi, Mo Yi is tense and waiting for his next question.


    Song Qi asked, "do you like chocolate or fruit candy?"


    What?


    Mo Yi looks at Song Qi in a daze.


    What''s this all about?


    Different from this strange question of painting style, Song Qi looks quite serious at the moment, with a pair of light colored eyes staring at Mo Yi solemnly, waiting for his answer.


    Mo Yi had no choice but to reply bravely Water, fruit sugar. "


    "Why?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ Because, because there are more flavors? "


    "OK, I''ll take it down." Song Qi nodded seriously.


    Mo Yi: ---???


    What unimportant information do you write down? Hello?!


    Mo Yi took time to raise his head and looked at the bright blue countdown suspended in the air: there was less than a minute left.


    His eyes suddenly solemn, sped up his speech, and asked the last question: "do you know me?"


    Song Qi smiles: "I only answer questions about this copy."


    Mo Yi changed his view: "why did you save me?"


    Song Qi: "I only answer..."


    Before his voice fell, Mo Yi interrupted him. His eyes were sharp as a blade: "so, why did you save me in this copy?"


    Song Qi was stunned, and his facial expression was somewhat helpless:


    as soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Yi heard a familiar electronic music: "congratulations on your successful escape!"


    Oh, no, it''s time!


    But Song Qi still owes him a problem!


    Mo Yi''s eyes are black, just like the last time he lost consciousness. Before he fainted, his vague eyes flied over his wrist -


    before he lost consciousness completely, Mo Yi''s last thought was"So That novice gift bag is really a decoration


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 Chapter 47

    Mo Yi sprang up from the bed, sweating profusely, and his heart beating very fast.


    He gasped shallowly and looked at the surroundings around him in a daze. It took him a while to recover.


    He''s back.


    Unlike the last time he woke up, he obviously adapted a lot.


    In front of me is a dark, covering the whole room, the light of the morning light with the night has never been covered behind the curtain, will shine out the fuzzy outline of the furniture in the room, looks familiar and strange.


    Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and looked at the electronic clock beside the bed. The blue time on the clock was particularly striking:


    4:20:01


    it was the same time that he entered the game.


    The top line of small letters shows today''s date: May 12th.


    It was 36 hours before he entered the game.


    Mo Yi takes a long breath -- Jiang yuanrou is right. The flow rate of time in the game and that in reality is 2:1. He spent three days in the game, which is equivalent to one and a half days in reality.


    Mo Yi slightly moved his stiff shoulder and neck, and the numbness of the feeling instantly spread.


    He propped his arm against the edge of the bed and sat up against the head of the bed.


    In the dark, Mo Yi reached out and groped on the wall, then turned on the bedside lamp with a "slap".


    The soft light of light yellow lights up, which makes the whole room bright. Mo Yi looks at everything familiar in front of him. He can''t help but feel a little trance.


    He soon regained consciousness and reached for the note that appeared on his bedside table.


    The light at the head of the bed was stained with faint yellow on the delicate white paper, which was written in low-key bold characters: "congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and wish you a happy life."


    Although it is not the first time to see him, Mo Yi still feels that the slot is full. How can this life be happy after a round of escape games?


    He turned the note over his back and saw a line of words on it: "the next game will start in ten days. Please get ready."


    Under this line of words, there is a line of small black words: "congratulations on finding the hidden branch line. Next time you enter the game, you can get the branch task reward. I wish you a happy game."


    Mo Yi slightly narrowed his eyes, pale face was dyed a little blood by the soft light.


    Ten days


    He seemed to think of something. He reached out to his mobile phone which he had put on the bedside table. After unlocking the screen, a message from Jiang yuanrou automatically popped up. The time was two days ago: [you will send me a message to say that you are safe, Momo]


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, and his slender fingers danced flexibly on the screen: [Ping An]


    the message has been sent ¡£


    However, it is only four o''clock now. It is estimated that Jiang yuanrou is not likely to wake up. When she recovers, it is estimated that it will be tomorrow morning.


    Mo Yi quits the SMS interface. The bright blue screen is reflected in his pupils. His fingers pause for a long time in mid air. Then he goes online to buy a plane ticket to city A.


    City a is the city where the school in the first copy is located.


    There was a slight vibration from the phone, indicating that the payment had been successful.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, as if to unload some heavy load.


    He sat up straight and stretched his stiff body. The cold sweat behind his back made his shirt sticky to his skin, which was extremely uncomfortable.


    Mo Yi put his legs down from the bed, put on the slippers on the ground, and was ready to take a shower in the bathroom.


    At this time, Mo Yi''s action suddenly stopped, his eyes fell straight on the ground in front of his bedside table.


    It was a dead corner, and he couldn''t see it when he was lying in bed.


    And when he sat up, there was no accident to jump into his eyes.


    It was a brown teddy bear, quietly leaning against the bedside table. Although the fur on its body is some old, but it is well maintained, in the warm color of the light with a soft luster, a pair of black eyes clean and clear, not like the dust before.


    On its neck, there was a thin white line, and a folded piece of paper fell on it.


    Mo Yi subconsciously held his breath, eyes focused on the seemingly familiar teddy bear, as if afraid of disturbing it.


    He slowed down, reached out a little stiff hand, picked up the teddy bear on the ground, and opened the note hanging around the teddy bear''s neck.


    It has the same texture and font as the previous note:


    "Dear player, this is a rare item given to you by NPC in the game. Please use it carefully."


    Self giving?


    Mo Yi was stunned and thought of the sound of "thanks." when he was in the copy.


    the bottom of his heart suddenly softened. His fingertips, which were trapped in the brown fur of the teddy bear, were wrapped up and rubbed against his finger belly, which was itchy.Suddenly, at this time, Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes were tinged with a trace of solemnity.


    - this junk game only told him that it was a rare prop, and didn''t tell him how to use it! Isn''t it the same as his rookie gift bag?


    Mo Yi finally takes a look at the ribbon that is still wrapped around his wrist, and his eyes flash with the same regret as Jiang yuanrou.


    Good looking is good looking It''s just useless!


    Last time, he paid attention to several props, and was preparing to start. The items in the store were randomly refreshed. It was just a matter of face whether he could encounter these items again when he entered the store.


    Mo Yi takes a deep breath and suppresses his heartfelt anger -- rubbish game!


    Just then, he heard his mobile phone shaking twice on the bedside table, and then the screen lit up: the text message came.


    Mo Yi raises eyebrows, but Jiang yuanrou hasn''t gone to sleep so late.


    He reached for the phone, and the new message appeared on the screen: "you''re OK, great! I''m really worried about you these two days, moo! ¡¿


    Mo Yi hesitated for a moment and replied:


    thank you ¡¿Jiang yuanrou seconds back a string of ellipsis.


    Then, as if there was no time for Mo Yi to reply, the next new message came out: "you will kill the sky! It''s too cold! Sad! ¡¿


    next is a string of crying words.


    Mo Yi: Why is this person so energetic at night?


    He was about to put his mobile phone back on the bedside table, but he suddenly seemed to think of something -


    Mo Yi fingertip moved gently:


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 Chapter 48

    Splashing water poured into the white porcelain sink, stirring up the heat of the transparent water droplets, the sound of the water in the airtight room is more and more clear.


    Water mist filled the bathroom, the whole bathroom was covered by white fog, steaming heat.


    Mo Yi''s pale face is steaming a thin red by the water mist, but a pair of black eyes are still cold and rational straight at the mirror, as if waiting for something.


    The thin shirt on his body was wet by the hot and humid water mist in the air and stuck tightly to his skin. There were small drops of water on his exposed skin, whether it was water vapor or sweat.


    It''s hard.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips impatiently and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull his collar, which revealed a small part of his chest and clavicle lines.


    When he was about to turn off the tap, he saw a fingerprint on the misty mirror.


    Mo Yi''s heart leaps and focuses on looking into the mirror.


    The fingerprint began to slide from one side of the mirror, wiping out a small piece of clear surface on the blurred mirror, which just framed Mo Yi''s dark eyes on the mirror.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath. He did not know whether he was dignified or relaxed.


    sure enough, the fog followed him to the real world.


    He thought, walked out of the bathroom, picked up his cell phone from his bed and returned to the bathroom.


    Mo Yi closed the door behind him and waited for a while. After the mist had cleared a little and filled the bathroom again, he opened the screen, called up the memo, and put it on the dry washing table.


    "Can you type?" he opened his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly


    Although it is an interrogative sentence, it does state the mood of the sentence.


    The screen of the mobile phone flickered, and the dark lattice on the keyboard beat, as if someone was typing: "yes."


    Mo Yi closed his eyes, but he still couldn''t hold back. He held out his cool finger and held his flickering forehead and took a long breath.


    What''s all this about.


    At first, there was an inexplicable escape game, which would drag him in from time to time, a speed of life and death, which greatly challenged his materialist world outlook. Later, in the game, there was an inexplicable fog following him


    Now he''s following the real world!


    Even though he is not interested in the game, he is not interested in it!


    Mo Yi felt a little neurasthenia.


    Br > "at this time, when I take away the long-term copy of my mobile phone, it seems that when he takes away the copy of my mobile phone, it appears automatically


    Because of this.


    Mo Yi pinched the bridge of his nose with some headache. At that time, he was almost out of control. He didn''t know what kind of impulse drove him to do such crazy things. Now it''s OK. Retribution is coming.


    Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. His whole body was stiff and his face was black: "so You''ve been following me? Including sleeping and bathing? "


    The phone didn''t respond for a long time, but it took a while to continue typing:


    "I''m dormant most of the time."


    Mo Yi frowned.


    He didn''t believe half a word of what fog said, but what he can do now is not much, and he can''t find a way to put the goods back into the game, or even find the key to check and balance him.


    This feeling of being out of control is very bad.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes sank, and there was a trace of coldness on his face. He changed his topic: "I know you deleted Jiang yuanrou''s message and replied instead of me. I don''t want this kind of thing to happen again."


    The other party seems to be waiting for him to say this, and before his words fall, a word has been busy typing on his mobile phone:


    "OK."


    The next second another line of words leaped up on the screen: "sorry."


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes are slightly slow.


    Next, the screen flickered a few times, and again quickly typed the next line: "I''m going to sleep. See you later."


    After that, the screen slowly went dark, and a wet mark was printed on the dark screen, which slowly dissipated - the heavy and almost breathless water mist in the bathroom seemed to have dissipated a little.


    Mo Yi''s brows and eyes, which had just been eased down, were suddenly black.


    It''s very fast.


    Nothing useful has been discovered.


    And he did not forget that the fog still owed him an answer!


    Mo Yi bit the back teeth and went to turn off the tap which was still running hot water.


    The sound of the water that has been filled in my ears disappears in an instant and seems to be a little silent for a moment.


    At the moment, Mo Yi''s nervous tension finally relaxed a little, and a sense of tiredness suddenly hit him. Gravity pulled his heavy eyelids. He yawned, and physiological tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.In the copy of the three days, basically is extremely nervous state, the body has already exceeded the load.


    Mo Yiqiang resisted the sharp attack of tiredness, rubbed his eyes and stepped into the shower.


    Although the bottom of my heart is still a little uncomfortable, but the current situation is too uncomfortable not to take a bath. Mo Yi withstood the strange feeling in his heart, he took a shower in a hurry, put on his own home-made pajamas and walked out of the bathroom.


    He threw his aching body into the bed and almost fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.


    Mo Yi was awakened by the sunlight on his eyelids.


    He struggled, frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.


    The room is dyed red by the sunlight slanting in from the window. The setting sun has plated the whole room with a layer of brilliant gold, which almost makes this simple room become a gorgeous hall.


    Mo Yi blinked. It took him a long time to recover from the confusion brought by his deep sleep. He turned his head and looked at the electronic watch on the bedside table: it''s more than six o''clock in the afternoon.


    He had a good sleep of twelve hours.


    Mo Yi rubbed his painful forehead, and felt that his whole body felt as if he had been run over by a train.


    He sat up hard and realized with pain how urgent it was to have a strong body.


    Mo Yi leaned against the head of the bed and slowed down. He reached out and picked up the mobile phone that was thrown aside casually.


    There are several unread messages of Jiang Yuanbai on the screen. Mo Yi opens one by one and finds all the contents are: how are you doing? Are you safe now? Call him back soon after you come back. He is worried.


    There are also countless exclamation marks and characters with unknown meanings.


    Mo Yi: Just look at it and feel noisy.


    He turned off the interface and called Jiang yuanrou.


    Jiang yuanrou''s familiar voice came from the microphone, and her voice was filled with joy: "great, I knew you''re OK. Yuanbai and I are very worried these two days. Are you resting now?"


    Mo Yi "um" a, instantly by his hoarse voice almost sandpaper friction scared.


    He cleared his throat and said again, "thank you for your concern. I''m fine."


    After a simple greeting, Mo Yi tells Jiang yuanrou of his decision to go to a city.


    Jiang yuanrou was silent on the other side of the phone for a long time. Mo Yi waited patiently for her reply. After a long time, Jiang yuanrou sighed in the phone and said:


    "you still know."


    Yes, Jiang yuanrou has never told him about the relationship between in-game copies and the real world.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes a little, and his eyes fell on the red corner of the sunset on his quilt. The red of his eyes was like the last glance of the sun''s madness and despair before it fell, struggling to catch the last light before it sank.


    He gave a deep "um".


    His face was still calm and calm. Like a pool of quiet water, nothing could disturb him.


    "This thing I didn''t want to tell you, "Jiang yuanrou''s voice was a little bit stuck, but she soon returned to her normal tone:" it seems that I have no choice now. "


    Mo Yi listened in silence.


    "In fact, I discovered this matter not long ago. Game copies and the real world are interlinked. I have friends who want to explore the connection between them, but All those who seek connections are buried in the next copy, without exception. "


    Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath and continued, "including Song Qi."


    Mo Yi droops his eyes, and his long eyelashes cover the complexity and reflection in his eyes.


    Jiang yuanrou''s low voice came from the microphone: "as a friend, I don''t want you to be involved in danger. Please think about it more, please..."


    Her voice was barely audible at the end.


    She has lost too many friends since she joined the game.


    Mo Yi''s hand was slightly tight, and there were several spreading folds on the quilt. There was also a rare apology in his voice: " Sorry. "


    Judging from the nature of the game, there is a great possibility of danger.


    However, he can never wait to die, waiting for the other party to take the absolute initiative and survive in the rules made by the other party - he has always been a rule breaker.


    Jiang yuanrou seemed to understand that he had made up his mind, so he had to take a long breath and said, "well, since you have decided, I will fully support all your decisions Please come back safely. "


    Mo Yi''s face softened a little, and suddenly seemed to think of something. He said:


    "by the way, there is a person named Wang Zezhi. If you are interested, you can contact him."


    Jiang yuanrou said "um" at the other end of the phone, and then asked, "does he have any characteristics?"


    After all, Ms. Yuanjiang''s power has been transferred to other party''s family. After all, Ms. Yuanjiang''s power has been transferred to other party''s family.¡ª¡ªIn Jiang yuanrou''s words, "after all, they are not as hard to find as you are."


    There was a slight tenderness in her voice.


    The props used to find people are very valuable. It cost her a lot of points.


    After chatting with Jiang yuanrou for a few more words, Mo Yi hung up the phone and got up from the bed and began to pack up.


    The next day, he set foot on the plane to a city.


    Such a precious 15 days of free time, but absolutely can not be wasted.


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 Chapter 49

    Mo Yi is sitting in the bumpy car and keeping his eyes closed.


    There is a faint smell of leather in the closed compartment, which is between pungent and comfortable. It is not bad to hear only the whistling wind beating the windows and the low husky roar of the smooth running engine.


    As early as the end of the first copy, he had roughly sorted out the police, Fang information and media statements of the case. Along with some specious online hearsay and some private internal information, he dug out all of them.


    Zhao Qiulan''s life trajectory also showed a clear track.


    Whether the mother killed her father in jealousy and madness, then tried to enter the school to murder Zhao Qiulan, then committed suicide, or was repeatedly bullied in the later stage, and after her sudden disappearance, she and the school started construction.


    The coincidence rate of the first copy he experienced was amazing.


    It is impossible not to connect the two.


    According to the information he found, after Zhao Qiulan''s death, there were often some "accidents" in the old teaching building, and the legend of being haunted was also spread. It was never paid attention to until someone broke his neck and caused human life there that the building was completely abandoned and used as a warehouse.


    As for the culprit who killed Zhao Qiulan, he was always at large, and soon left a city. Twelve years after Zhao Qiulan''s death, he died in a car accident.


    Zhao Qiulan''s body was found because the school decided to renovate it. The construction team found a corpse in the foundation of the building. The identity of the skeleton was determined by DNA analysis.


    It was Zhao Qiulan who had been missing for 22 years.


    The car bumped suddenly, then stopped slowly, and Mo Yi''s body tilted forward with the inertia.


    The driver''s respectful tone immediately sounded: "Mr. Zhao, the school is here."


    Mo Yi sighed and opened his eyes.


    He reached for the rimless glasses pressed on the bridge of his nose, revealing a gentle and impeccable smile: "thank you very much."


    After that, Mo Yi straightened his necktie, opened the door and walked down.


    The school''s information system and the police database were full of holes. For him, it was as easy for him to find all the information about the case from the hands of a child.


    And those conventional "insider disclosure" is just meaningless repetition to him.


    He needs something more solid.


    It''s just a pity, perhaps because this case is related to the leaders of the last University, and it is also implicated in the high-level of a city. It has basically become an "unspeakable" case.


    And the remains of the former teaching building are also deeply locked up.


    Mo Yi drooped his eyes, and a faint and arrogant smile crossed the corner of his lips.


    As a result, as early as the end of the last copy, Mo Yi discovered the connection between the game and reality, and began to prepare for today''s meeting, including creating a fake identity for himself and spreading some "rumors".


    Seeing the door open, several people immediately met him, and the bald middle-aged man rushed forward a few steps and held out his hand:


    "Hello, Mr. Zhao, welcome. What are you doing here?"


    He had heard of Mr. Zhao''s name before. He was very popular in a city recently. He did a lot of charity vision and donated a lot of Finance for many schools. He is a rare gold master.


    Thinking so, the smile on the headmaster''s face can''t help but shine a little bit.


    Mo Yi pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a formulaic smile on his face, and held out his hand gently with him:


    "to tell you the truth, Zhao Qiulan, who was found here some time ago, is my cousin. I come here to express my grief."


    The smile on the headmaster''s face was stiff.


    Digging up corpses from the campus is a huge loss to the reputation of every school, and the rumors are even more oppressive.


    And Zhao Qiulan is the same ancestor of the gold master That''s even worse.


    Although the cause of death has not yet been announced, there are a lot of true or false rumors circulating in the city, and no matter what kind of statement is, it can not be ignored to damage the reputation of the school.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the headmaster''s reaction through the glasses on the bridge of his nose. His dark eyes were calm. He stopped meaningfully and continued: "of course, the case itself will be handled by the police. As a relative, I am very relieved to see that she has been vindicated. I come here mainly to collect her relics and give them home My parents are relieved. Of course, there is also the opportunity to talk about cooperation with the school authorities and make contributions to the education of the next generation. "


    The face of the headmaster who just collapsed suddenly became excited again, but he collapsed again the next second.


    Mo Yi looked at his unpredictable facial expression with interest, and suddenly felt that his fingers seemed to have been touched.As soon as his eyebrows and eyes closed, his facial expression faded and his eyes dropped without trace.


    Look down.


    The cuffs of the well cut high-end suit show a slender wrist bone, which is quietly hanging on the side of the body, and the five fingers are naturally folded in a static state, which looks like nothing different.


    The next second, Mo Yi felt his palm scratched.


    Mo Yi''s heart suddenly, pursed his lips, and quietly folded his five fingers.


    He must have thought who was the culprit.


    At this time, the principal''s voice sounded again. He looked embarrassed and hesitated: "that I''m very sorry. There is nothing left of Zhao Qiulan''s remains. "


    The next second, as if he was afraid that Mo Yi would turn around and go away, his speech speed increased a little bit:


    "however, we still have the remains of the previous building. That, or, you


    The headmaster''s words were slightly relaxed because of uncertainty, and even some guilty in the end.


    Mo Yi in the bottom of my heart slightly a phase.


    If he asked to see the relics of the teaching building directly, the headmaster would definitely think that he had a unique plan, so he would have doubts and think more. When he thought that the idea was put forward by himself, he would become so defenseless.


    In a few seconds, the principal reluctantly agreed to the campus.


    After the headmaster turned his back, he took a long breath and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.


    Clearly, the other party is still a young man, but somehow, under the gaze of those dark eyes, he always has a feeling of being invisible.


    It was class time, and the crowd walked through the empty corridor. The sound of lectures came from the classroom next to the corridor, and the steps echoed on the floor.


    Looking at this familiar and strange corridor, Mo Yi could not help shaking his mind, and instantly produced a strange illusion of magic and reality interwoven.


    Through the clear window, you can see that there is an open space under construction not far from the campus. The half excavated foundation is exposed. Obviously, the construction has been suspended.


    That''s why the school is so short of money recently that he grabs the olive branch so urgently.


    Mo Yi takes back his eyes, follows the people in front of him, through two connected corridors, and finally comes to a locked warehouse behind the teaching building.


    The headmaster took out the key. The sound of the cold iron key colliding with the lock sounded quite empty. With a sharp "clang" sound, the iron door opened in darkness.


    Mo Yi nodded politely to the headmaster and said, "if you cooperate, you can talk to my assistant first. I want to go in alone and remember my old friend."


    The principal expressed his understanding.


    Mo Yi finally smiles at him, turns and steps into the warehouse.


    The huge warehouse is cold and humid, filled with a strong smell of dust, strangely straight into people''s nose, so that Mo Yi can not help choking cough.


    With the dim light and a little sunlight from the gray windows at the top, Mo Yi stopped in the center of the warehouse and looked around the warehouse.


    The roof of this warehouse is very high, and the space inside is extremely wide, which is filled with dust, old tables, chairs and sundries.


    The chair with broken arms and legs fell to the ground and piled up with others into a pile of hills. Under the ground, there were many yellow books buried in the dust, and the handwriting on them was blurred.


    The whole warehouse was quiet, and only the sound of cicadas in early summer could be heard outside the open door of the warehouse.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and walked around the warehouse.


    Just then, he felt his coat a little heavy.


    Maybe it was something.


    Mo Yi didn''t pay attention to it. Instead, he bent down to brush the dust on a table and squinted at it carefully.


    The next second, the corner of his coat was torn again.


    Mo Yi was stunned. Looking along his body, he caught a glimpse of the thin smoke that had not yet dispersed in the corner of his coat.


    Mo Yi took out his mobile phone, opened the screen and put it on the desktop. He asked in a low voice:


    "what''s the matter?"


    The keyboard on the screen of the mobile phone began to input characters automatically: "follow me."


    Then, a small gentle force wrapped Mo Yi''s little thumb, leading him to a certain direction.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes became serious. He reached out and picked up the mobile phone on the table beside him. Then he walked towards the deep of the warehouse with his own strength.


    After passing through several broken blackboards and a lot of old and abandoned tables and chairs, the force that had been around his fingers disappeared.


    A new character appears on the phone screen: "below."


    Mo Yi patted the dust on his clothes, followed the guide and looked under the half wooden chair in front of him.


    In the dust lies a burnt black twisted picture frame, as if it had been burned by fire. Only a few corners can see the original silver white traces.It''s missing a corner.


    As if to remind him that what happened in the copy actually happened.


    The author has something to say: [] diary: I feel my hand today, happy.


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 Chapter 50

    As if there is something invisible tightly around the heart, blood surging into the atrium, gradually rapid heartbeat impact on the eardrum.


    Mo Yi slowly bent down and stretched out his hand to pick up the burnt black and twisted frame from the dust.


    The cold and rough sense of touch touched his fingertips, along the nerve endings into the bottom of his heart, arousing a layer of coolness.


    The frame is black as if it had been corroded. The black powder falls down along Mo Yi''s movement and mixes with the dust on the ground, which stings people''s eyes.


    He stuck his finger in the crack at the edge of the frame and brushed away the black powder and dust covering it, revealing the shallow silver fracture below.


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 Chapter 51

    Mo Yi was stunned.


    He remembered that after the end of the last copy, Jiang yuanrou had mentioned that she knew Shen Lei was safe from the copy because she had brought Shen Lei into the industry.


    It''s no surprise that the two have a personal relationship.


    However, in a few seconds, his mind had already turned around in his heart. Mo Yi quickly restrained his stupidity and nodded to Shen Lei with a restrained and polite smile:


    "yes, I haven''t seen you for a long time."


    After that, he pulled the door behind him and sat in. The door closed at the side of the car and made a dull sound. The noise and voices outside the car were blocked out of the window. The rising heat suddenly disappeared, leaving only the cool air conditioning inside the car.


    There was a strong smell of tobacco in the car. Mo Yi was caught off guard and coughed.


    Shen Lei started the car and looked at him through the rearview mirror. He put out the cigarette end and said with a smile: "can''t you smell the smoke? I''ll pinch it


    Mo Yi pressed his voice and coughed a few more times, and his voice became hoarse Thank you very much


    The window was slightly shaken down by Shen Lei. The fresh air outside the car poured in with the uniform speed, dispersing the slightly muddy grass breath inside the carriage.


    For the rest of the journey, they were speechless.


    Mo Yi doesn''t know what Jiang yuanrou wants Shen Lei to pick him up, and Shen Lei seems to be just a driver. He drives the car conscientiously all the way without saying much.


    Silence shrouded in the car, Mo Yi could only hear the steady rumble of the car passing through the road, and the noise of the vehicles in the city, which was particularly blurred by the window.


    It was here that the familiar movement gently touched his finger.


    The palm of his hand on his knee touched it as if it were a light breeze, tickling his palm.


    Mo Yi''s palm subconsciously closes, eyebrow place shallow ground frowns.


    He raised his eyes and looked at Shen Lei, who was sitting in the driver''s cab. He was still focused on the road condition, and didn''t notice the change behind him.


    Mo Yi bit his teeth.


    He would have suspected that the fog was intentional - either when it was not convenient for him to speak, or it was too cunning for him to sleep after it!


    That familiar feeling came from the hand again.


    It seems to be more daring than before.


    Instead of just spinning around his fingers, he moved up a little, gently surrounding Mo Yi''s prominent carpal bone and pasted the smooth lines on the back of his hand.


    A few wisps of fog along the depression in the back of his hand into the gap between the fingers, rubbing against the palm of his hand.


    Mo Yi''s expression is somewhat subtle.


    I don''t know if it''s his delusion. He always feels that it''s like - intertwined with someone.


    He jerked his finger and felt the air around his hand without any sense of stagnation, no sense of bondage.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and put his strange feeling behind him. He reached out and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket.


    Open the greedy snake.


    Then put the phone in the driver''s blind spot.


    The thin, hazy mist stagnated in a rare way.


    Mo Yi raises eyebrows with some doubts: huh? Does he understand wrong? Doesn''t it want to play games?


    Just here, the car body bumped slowly for a while, then stopped. Shen Lei turned to look at Mo Yi, and said with a smile, "here we are."


    Mo Yi pressed down the screen of the mobile phone quietly, then put the mobile phone back into his pocket. Looking out of the window, he saw that the exquisite villa was simple and quite emotional. Standing in the layers of green, it looked very beautiful in the bright noon sun.


    Shen Lei''s voice thought again: "you go in first, I''ll drive the car into the garage."


    Mo Yi nodded: "OK."


    He opened the door and went down into the villa.


    As soon as he entered the door, Mo Yi was surprised.


    The interior structure of the villa seems to have been changed all over, which is totally different from that when he came last time. The original exquisite and elegant interior design seems to have been removed and replaced by the minimalist style of black and white metal. There is a sign at the door, which simply outlines something.


    Before Mo Yi walked into the past and saw what was written on it, he just heard a familiar voice from his side: "mogo?"


    Mo Yi was stunned and followed the sound. A figure appeared at the entrance of the corridor next to him. The man reached for his glasses and gave a stiff smile to Mo Yi.


    Wang Zezhi.


    Mo Yi was not very surprised. He just bent his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "just call me my name. Mo Ge is too unfamiliar."


    Wang Zezhi shook his head again and again and said:


    "no, no, Mo Ge, you''re really great. Seriously, if it wasn''t for you, I would never have been able to come back from that copy!"He seemed to suddenly think of something, some gnashing teeth said: "this copy is absolutely impossible to be an ordinary low difficulty copy! Less people, more time, but the difficulty is not low at all! What a crap game


    Mo Yi In fact, this time is not really the pot of the game.


    At this time, Mo Yi seemed to find Wang Zezhi''s strange clothes. He was wearing a close fitting white waistcoat and sports shorts, showing his pale limbs, a white towel on his shoulder, and sweat on his forehead. It looked like he had just finished his exercise.


    Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds. He hesitated and asked, "that Are you just running back? "


    After listening to Mo Yi''s words, Wang Zezhi''s expression suddenly collapsed. His eyes behind the lens were full of tears. He looked at Mo Yi pitifully and stammered: "he They said I was too weak... "


    Mo Yi''s heart suddenly filled with a bad feeling.


    The next second, his unknown premonition came true.


    After listening to Shen Lei''s hearty voice: "since everyone has met, I''ll introduce myself again. I''m Jiang yuanrou. Please come to help you train as a fitness coach and part-time nutritionist. After all, in the copy, exercise can improve the survival rate!"


    Mo Yi''s body is frozen.


    He remembered that in the first copy, Shen Lei gave him the evaluation: "young man, you are too poor, even if you are in the office, you can''t be so lack of exercise. It''s easy to die in the game."


    It turns out that It turned out to be Professional habits


    Shen Lei seems to have no sense to go forward, through between Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi, to the two people, reached out to push open the door just out of Wang Zezhi.


    Simple metal decorated rooms, full of high-end sports equipment, different styles, dazzling, as if stepping into the high-end top fitness center in general.


    Jiang yuanrou turned the whole villa into a private gym.


    Under the despairing gaze of Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi, Shen Lei gives them a kind smile and his white teeth are shining:


    "let''s start."


    In the following week, Jiang yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai still did not come back.


    People who die in the game, without exception, will become missing people in reality - they will disappear in the whole world like evaporation.


    The whole world seems to have forgotten them.


    Jiang yuanrou said that once players die in the game, they will be slowly and imperceptibly forgotten by the real world, as if these people were wiped out of the world. His friends and relatives can only leave a vague impression on him, and it is difficult to even remember their existence on their own initiative.


    Until Mo Yi wants to enter the game, Jiang Yuanbai and Jiang yuanrou still haven''t come back to reality.


    Mo Yi has packed up the things he needs in his backpack for a long time.


    finally, he stood in the center of the room for five minutes to see his familiar clock.


    He hopes that Jiang Yuanbai and Jiang yuanrou are not dead. After all, according to Jiang yuanrou, there are copies of the game that can last up to 10 days and a half months. Although the chance is very small, it is not without.


    Mo Yi droops his eyes and stares at the backpack beside his feet.


    The dark wrinkles on the backpack look like deep scars under the light. They are engraved on the nylon fabric, which makes people feel depressed.


    Moreover, in these days, the fog did not appear again.


    It''s like falling into a deep sleep, even if it''s a low voice, there''s no trace.


    Mo Yi looked up at the clock on the wall again: there are three minutes left.


    He grabbed the strap of his backpack with his fingers, lifted it hard and carried it behind him. He took a long breath and tried to relax himself.


    This copy is "membership test".


    Like a fog between him and the road ahead, he can not see the fate after.


    The bottom of his heart was filled with heavy uneasiness, which pressed heavily on his heart, and fell with his heart towards the bottomless abyss.


    Mo Yi finally took a look at his watch --


    it''s time.


    The next second, he was in the dark, the scene around him suddenly changed, and stepped into the darkness of nothingness again.


    The mechanical female voice came again - "welcome candidate member Mo Yi back to the game, points settlement..."


    Mo Yi noticed the change of his appellation in the game system and squinted his eyes.


    "Settlement successful! Congratulations to the candidate Mo Yi for successfully completing the B (a +) - level hidden task of "extrication", rewarding 4000 (7000) points and opening the game store. "


    This time, while the female voice was talking, the blue and blue writing appeared in the darkness of nothingness.


    The handwriting in the back bracket is red, which stings Mo Yi''s eyeball.He felt a little relieved.


    After the difficulty of Xinkui is improved, the points are settled according to the difficulty after the improvement, otherwise it will be a big loss.


    The next second, the scene in front of Mo Yi changed again. He changed from a dark and empty space to a blue color with a sense of science and technology. There were countless icons floating in front of him.


    The number of visible lines this time is twice as many as last time, but the rest of the rows are still gray.


    Mo Yi glanced at the commodities that he could buy. He found that the commodities he saw last time had not appeared. The commodities in front of him were completely new.


    This time, he was very careful, and repeatedly confirmed that there was no more props to consume his purchase times. He chose the props with a total value of more than 1000 points.


    At the moment of pressing the payment button, the female voice reappeared: "the props were purchased successfully! Has been successfully sent to the player''s backpack, wish you a happy game


    Blue is engulfed by the darkness of nothingness again, and the female voice seems to be put into infinity:


    "the game is transferring..."


    The author has something to say: Mo Yi: mobile phone for you, go play snake, don''t bother me, darling.


    Fog:.... " Are you kidding kids! Fall!


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 Chapter 52

    In front of his eyes, it was like a large piece of color, broken and re blended, occupying the whole eyeball and piercing into the brain along the nerve.


    The eardrum is occupied by the chaotic white noise. Mo Yi feels dizzy that his feet touch the real place, and then he realizes later that he is standing and transmitting it to the copy.


    But it''s too late.


    The unresponsive nerves could not support the sudden gravity, which pulled Mo Yi to the ground.


    Mo Yi stretched out his hand to wave in the air, subconsciously closed his eyes, waiting for the next pain.


    An iron hoop like hand stretched out from the side, holding his arm, a strong attack, pulled him up.


    Although Mo Yi was held up, his brain was still in chaos.


    He turned his head at a loss and looked at the man who supported him and said subconsciously, "thank you..."


    The next second, Mo Yi''s voice was stuck in his throat, and no sound could be made.


    At the same time, the man also looked at him, his beautiful lips pursed a sharp arc, and his eyes, light as mist, were staring at him closely, like a dark gray sea.


    "Be careful," he said with a low smile


    Mo Yi''s eyes widened uncontrollably. He lowered his voice: "you --"


    suddenly, at this time, he remembered In fact, up to now, he does not know the name of fog.


    "Nameless fog" is the game hint in the first copy, "Song Qi" is someone else''s name he borrowed.


    Mo Yi didn''t know how to call him for a while, so he couldn''t help standing still.


    At this time, there was a strange male voice: "new man?"


    Mo Yi looked back and saw a tall man come over. He looked around in doubt and asked, "what''s the matter?"


    Then he found that the man''s sight went straight through the fog body, as if he had not seen another person there, and rowed without fluctuation.


    Mo Yi was stunned and turned to look at the fog standing beside him.


    With a smile on his cold eyebrows and eyes, he raised a hand and pressed his finger on his pale lips and made a mouth pattern:


    "Shhh."


    Mo Yi calmed down and turned to look at the man with a natural smile:


    "not a new man."


    He frowned, raised his chin and said:


    "it''s just the first time I met a copy like this, and I''m just shocked. Thank you for your concern."


    The man accepted this statement, nodded clearly, and a trace of anxiety rose from his eyebrows. He said in a low voice:


    "this is the first time that I have encountered this kind of situation That''s strange. "


    Yes, this copy is really weird. You know, the original copy is basically located in a closed room, the doors and windows are locked, and you can''t escape.


    But this time


    Mo Yi slowly looked around the whole space, where his eyes could see was full of nothingness and darkness. In the darkness, endless malice and danger wriggled around the platform where they were.


    This replica is actually a semi open space.


    The ground under his feet is soft soil, and the whole platform seems to float in the boundless darkness, as if sunk into the dark, dark, dark sea with no light, rich to the essence, and the pressure is almost suffocating.


    In the middle of the platform, there stands a building with a slant.


    It seems to have been very old, twisted and strange architectural style looks particularly uncomfortable, the old and dusty roof even has a sunken, falling dust.


    The whole building looks strange, almost completely out of touch with the normal structure of the building, which almost makes people wonder why it has not collapsed, and people standing in front of the house can not see the whole picture of the whole house.


    Gray glass covered the window, like a malicious eye peeping out of the house, the porch door half open, inside is a dark, as if whispering something in general, waiting for the arrival of prey.


    But Mo Yi and others are standing in the open space in front of the porch of this house.


    There are also players who are constantly being transferred to the dungeon. Their bodies appear almost out of thin air in the dark. Except for those who are quick to stand on their feet, others are also like Mo Yi who are caught off guard.


    Mo Yi looks at it quietly on the face, counting silently in the bottom of his heart.


    Although he knows that each player is transferred to a replica at a different time, this is the first time he has seen other players being transferred into the dungeon.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes without trace, and his dark eyes were gloomy.


    After a while, the player''s transfer is over.


    Looking at the players with different facial expressions, dazed or frightened, Mo Yi thought bitterly:


    this is the advantage of open space that there will be no more rowdy new people.After all, this floating room in the dark and weird room is too much beyond common sense, no one can think of it as a trick game.


    This time, as everyone was transported to the same place, there was no need to gather again. So, the sound of the ethereal game soon rang out:


    "Hello, welcome to the large live escape game stayalive."


    Female voice in the whole dark and cold space around, sounds particularly strange and infiltration.


    "Your only mission is to live in the old house for seven hours.


    Here are some tips for you:


    born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, fell ill on Thursday, became seriously ill on Friday, died on Saturday and was buried in the ground on Sunday. This is Solomon Grandy''s life.


    Have a good time. "


    In such an environment, people can''t help but be shocked by the fact that the mechanical female voice, which has no feelings, slowly reads sentences with a strong sense of rhythm.


    Mo Yi was stunned.


    This hint He had heard it. It was a nursery rhyme from 19th century England and it was very popular.


    Mo Yi frowned and looked up at the void surrounding the platform. With the falling of the voice of the female voice, the familiar blue countdown appeared in the dark sky without any light:


    6:59:56


    Solomon grandi''s life is only seven days, and this time their survival time is exactly seven hours


    Is there any internal connection?


    He took a deep breath and pressed down the myriad questions that came up in his mind. Then look up to the players with different facial expressions.


    There are 17 players this time.


    The proportion of senior personnel is not low, at least 10 people.


    Mo Yi pursed her lips and frowned suspiciously.


    Although there are a lot of senior personnel this time, but But there are still new people joining.


    Before entering the game, Mo Yi had two guesses about this copy. One is that the whole copy is the member joining test copy, and the participants are all candidates of senior players club.


    Second, this is a very difficult copy. The bad luck newcomers and senior players are transferred in. The member candidates who have completed the copy become senior members of the club, while other players who have not become candidates are still settled according to the reward for passing the hard copy.


    Since new people have been added to this copy, it is clear that the first conjecture has been overturned.


    So Is it the second?


    Mo Yi felt a little uneasy.


    Several new people who were transmitted in were all staring at this strange and unconventional space, and their eyes were full of fear of the unknown.


    Panic spreads and ferments in the crowd, swelling, occupying every void, squeezing every breath of air.


    Just then, a senior woman stepped forward and broke the stagnant atmosphere.


    She was tall and slender, with a faint impatience between her delicate eyebrows, and said to the shivering newcomers:


    "first, the game is real. In the game, death is equal to the death of the real world. Secondly, I suggest that you pay attention to the hints given by the game to save lives."


    She paused, her sharp eyes glancing around the quiet platform and continued:


    "and it''s better not to act alone."


    Her voice fell as if a switch had been turned on, and a low sobbing voice was heard in the crowd. The senior man frowned and said nothing more, turning to look at the twisted house in the middle of the platform.


    Other senior people also scattered, looking for clues on this narrow platform.


    Mo Yi followed the crowd and walked slowly around the house.


    The barren, barren trees with withered and withered branches on the top of the sky were just a few withered and withered trees.


    There is a crooked path on the desolate and soft loess ground, which extends from the edge of the whole platform, emerges abruptly from the darkness, and then twists and turns to connect with the twisted porch of the house.


    The area of the whole platform is not big, and people will walk here for many times.


    There was little to gain except a clearer understanding of the crooked nature of the house.


    We can''t help but look at the room standing in the middle of the whole platform.


    It stood there quietly, in the strangely shaped porch, with its worn-out door half open, revealing a dark corner.


    As if waiting for something.


    The male senior man who spoke with Mo Yi just now said: "I''m afraid Now I have to go in. "


    There was a panic and depressing atmosphere in the crowd. Some people almost collapsed under the strange and frightening pressure. A new woman yelled hysterically"No! impossible! I will never go in! "


    Just now, the low cry began to ring again, and several new people subconsciously got closer and nodded one after another. One of the bolder looking newcomers timidly asked:


    "anyway Anyway, the game is enough to live seven hours. Then, can''t we stay out for seven hours? "


    The tall female senior sneered, "whatever you want."


    Having said that, she turned and walked to the porch of the house.


    Other senior people and some new people followed her to the house.


    Three new people hesitated for a moment, or chose to stay outside.


    Mo Yi walks along, his eyes searching aimlessly in the whole house.


    After the sight of light suddenly see - on the second floor window, a fuzzy twisted face tightly close to the glass, quietly looking at the crowd downstairs.


    Mo Yi''s back is cool, the hair on his body stands up in an instant.


    He hastily moved his eyes back to the window.


    There was nothing in the gray window, and a complete fingerprint on the glass was slowly disappearing.


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 Chapter 53

    With the harsh "squeak" sound, the old and twisted door opened to the inside, and the cold breath came slowly from the dark door, mixed with the smell of dust and rotten wood.


    And It''s light and almost invisible smell of blood.


    Walking in front of a few people step a meal, turn on the flashlight they carry, and then walk into the house.


    The cold white light column can hardly penetrate the darkness of the room. The light circle is shaking in the whole room, shaking with the shaking of people''s wrist, shaking from one corner of the room to the other, but still unable to see the whole picture.


    Suddenly, just then, the whole room suddenly lit up!


    Everyone was surprised.


    In the four corners of the room, there are old and old candlesticks, on which there is a weak light to light up the whole room.


    Such a strange phenomenon makes everyone feel a little empty.


    Walking in front of a senior person swallowed a mouthful of saliva, moisten dry to raw sore throat, hoarse mouth way: "go, go."


    The party walked cautiously and slowly into the porch and into the room one by one.


    Mo Yi was in the back of the crowd and walked in with everyone''s pace.


    Before entering the room, he subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.


    The three newcomers who chose not to come in were close to each other and seemed to be close enough to give them strength. They stood on the barren ground with endless darkness behind them, wriggling vaguely.


    The countdown, flashing blue in the sky, was particularly ominous.


    Fog followed him, a pair of light gray pupils looked at him in an unpredictable way, and the light thin lips pursed a tiny arc and waited quietly.


    In the last copy, he needs to have the player open the door actively to be put into the copy. This time, perhaps because of the light of this open platform, he can enter the copy directly.


    Mo Yi frowns slightly, the expression in the deep eyes is somewhat complicated.


    I don''t know if it''s a good thing or a bad thing.


    Although the fog has not revealed any adverse tendency to him, and even helped him a lot, we can''t help but admit that such a spirit always following his side is still frightening.


    What''s more, his addition means more variables, even the difficulty that may continue to increase.


    At this time, a player walking beside him put his head forward and looked at Mo Yi''s eyes with some doubts, but only saw a void. He could not help but asked:


    "what''s the matter? Did you find anything? "


    Mo Yi shakes his head, eyebrows and eyes calm: "nothing, let''s go."


    There are as many mysteries in the fog as in his danger and uncertainty.


    For example: why should he follow himself? ¡ª¡ªEven with the real world, why help him repeatedly? What is his identity and the reason for his persistence?


    His intuition told him: these problems are all extremely critical.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, turned around and walked into the room. He held the half open door in his palm and deliberately stayed for more than ten seconds. He glanced at the fog.


    The cold and sharp facial lines of the fog softened a little, and the light gray eyes were like the light fog in the morning. He restrained himself to bend the corners of his lips and stepped forward to walk in through the crack in the door opened by Mo Yi.


    His cold breath came close, and a low voice passed: "thank you very much."


    Mo Yi''s facial expression does not change, but frown secretly and walks in behind the other party.


    The strange shape of the old door closed behind him, stirring up a cloud of dust, fluttering down in the dim light.


    There is much more space in this room than it looks from the outside.


    What''s more, what''s more weird is It''s not just the outside, it''s the inside of the house, it''s twisted.


    The uneven floor is connected with the crooked walls. Above is the twisted ceiling, which is covered with moss and dust. All the furniture inside is crooked. There is hardly any straight line in the whole room.


    Everything seems to be a combination of distortion and weirdness.


    The crowd looked at the room in silence.


    The scene is like walking into a distorted dream, or falling into another strange world, which almost makes people doubt their own eyes.


    Mo Yi''s face is still light, eyes slowly squint, subconsciously move forward a step.


    All of a sudden, a strange touch came from his feet, which was totally different from the texture of the wood floor. It seemed that something was protruding, and it was hard to scratch the soles of his feet.


    Mo Yi was stunned and moved his right foot.


    I saw in the floor gap under his feet, stuck with a shiny thing, in the dim light of the candlestick, flashing a shallow silver light.He squatted down and reached out his hand for the glitter stuck in a crack in the twisted floor.


    After using a clever force, the thing that was originally dead and stuck was buckled out by Mo Yi.


    He placed it on the palm of his hand and stood up.


    Next to a few players who saw his change here also came around, and looked curiously into his palm.


    Mo Yi wiped away the dust on its surface with his fingertips. After looking at the light carefully for a while, Mo Yi slowly frowned, and his eyes flashed slightly, showing some consideration.


    The senior man who had chatted with him outside before could not help being curious and asked, "what is this?"


    Others, too, can''t see anything from left to right. They look at Mo Yi in mist, waiting for him to explain why.


    However, he was not sure It''s a sixpence coin


    However, unlike the normal sixpence, the coin is as twisted as the house, with crooked English letters and numbers in its irregular circular arc. The gullies are filled with dust accumulated over the years, which makes it very difficult to identify at a glance.


    Mo Yi raised his head and glanced across the window on the first floor.


    Through the fuzzy glass, you can see the countdown of the slow passage in the dark and the three new figures standing not far away.


    At this time, Mo Yi saw that something seemed to be surging in the dark.


    The pale gray white appeared in the darkness that swallowed all the light, and then slowly stretched out from the platform.


    It was a pale arm.


    Some people also saw the situation outside the house. A tall player ran to the door and wanted to open the door to let the newcomers come in. However, the old wooden door, which was originally crooked and could not fit the door frame completely, was like a cast-in-a-iron and could not be shaken at all.


    Seeing that the door couldn''t be opened, Mo Yi made a lunge to the window, slapped at the window and warned out:


    "run!"


    The newcomers outside saw the commotion in the house from a distance, but could only hear some vague sounds inside.


    One of the timid players asked timidly, "what''s going on inside?"


    Another person beside him calmed down and his voice changed a little under the influence of fear:


    "just They knew that there was nothing good in going into the house, and they didn''t listen to it... "


    Before he finished his words, a toothy "creak" sound sounded in the back of his head, like the sound of a broken wood branch, or the sound of crushing bones.


    The three turned around at the same time.


    A tall "man" emerged from the darkness outside the platform, first with slender pale arms and then with long and thin legs. His whole body seemed to be drawn with crooked lines.


    Out of proportion.


    He was dressed in a crooked tuxedo and a shabby top hat, and his long, twisted face was fuzzy and pale. He could not see his features clearly. He only had a cracked mouth humming something in a deep and terrible voice.


    The three screamed in horror and turned to run.


    The twisted man stretched out his twisted arm like a branch, and with a wave of his pale and deformed palm, he pulled back a man who had not run too far, and tore it hard -


    the hot blood splashed everywhere, and the head of the man was pulled down!


    He threw down the frightened corpse in his hand. He only took a step forward. His long and thin leg had already stepped out a long way. His face in the top hat approached the next victim. His deformed white face showed a strange smile.


    The hum was louder.


    He held out his hand, like a toy, and caught the second man. Despite the struggle and scream of the man, he pulled hard. The second head was torn off, and white bones could be seen in the bloody fracture. The dazzling blood splashed out of the throat and splashed on the man''s narrow and ill fitting old tuxedo.


    At last the third man ran to the door of the house, shaking the doorknob with despair and helplessness.


    Her face, distorted by fear, was covered with sweat and tears, and she screamed in horror, "help! Help


    The voice is hoarse like weeping blood, shivering like a withered leaf in the wind.


    The door did not move.


    The "man" once again took a big step forward, the twisted palm hit, pulled the woman''s hair, and then just moved the finger, her neck bone came to a crack, and her body fell down.


    It''s quiet outside now.


    The humming of the man''s mouth became very clear in this strange silence:


    " heboughtacrookedcat¡­¡­ whichcaughtacrookedmouse¡­¡­¡±He pulled the soft fallen corpse of the player. With his long, thin legs and twisted steps, he collected all the body fragments and heads, held them in his slender and pale arms, and walked back into the darkness.


    The house was dead, only the muffled breath.


    Fear seems to penetrate into every hole, along every pore drill into everyone''s heart.


    Mo Yi was pale, holding on to the sixpence coin subconsciously, even his knuckles turned white.


    he whispered in a low voice:


    "there is a crooked man,


    and he walkedacrooked mill,


    the foundation of a crooked stile;


    which caughtacrookedmouse,


    and the all live togetherA little crooked house.


    [there was a twisted man,


    walking on a twisted road a mile long


    with a twisted sixpence in his hand


    stepped on the twisted steps


    he bought a twisted cat


    the cat caught a twisted mouse >


    they live together in a small twisted house]


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 Chapter 54

    The house was dead.


    The blurred glass is framed by the twisted window frame, and there are still fingerprints left by just beating the window. It looks like the impression left by struggling, which is engraved on people''s eyes in despair.


    Through the window, you can see that the open space outside is deserted and silent again, and the dead branches stretch out into the sky like the five fingers of a human being.


    If it wasn''t for the massive bloodstains that moistened the ground, it would almost have been an illusion.


    Moyi''s sight remained on the ground for a few seconds on the vivid blood, then turned his gaze back.


    Mo Yi was startled when he turned half way around.


    Players all over the room are staring at him.


    The female player who had just spoken hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and asked, "just now What did you say just now? What crooked man? Do you know what? "


    When the last word came out, her eyes became very sharp, staring at Mo Yi tightly, as if she wanted to see him through.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and said, "this is a nursery rhyme. Its name is crooked man."


    He paused, slightly lowered his eyes, and then continued: "the life of Solomon Grandy, as mentioned in the hint, is from an English nursery rhyme collection just like this one "Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes."


    Some of the players have obviously heard the name of this nursery rhyme, and they are shocked.


    Then there was a whisper in the crowd, and those who did not understand whispered to each other in a low voice.


    Mo Yi patiently stands in place, watching the players in the know for others science popularization.


    What is mother goose nursery rhyme?


    Although the name of this nursery rhyme collection sounds kind and childish, because of the dark and terrible background of its birth, its content is far more "rich" than the version seen by the public today.


    Because of the bloody and cruel sentences in some ancient nursery rhymes, they are even called "horror nursery rhymes".


    However, due to the fact that most of the editions published now have been abridged and modified, the complete version is still rare for most people.


    The senior female, who had just opened her mouth, frowned deeply, pondered and asked slowly:


    "so Do you suspect that this copy has something to do with this nursery rhyme? "


    Mo Yi nodded.


    People can''t help but feel creepy, and the atmosphere becomes more depressing - within an hour of the start of the copy, three players have died, and the black nursery rhyme has made this copy even more weird and heavy.


    The senior woman broke the silence and took the lead in extending her right hand to Mo Yi: "my name is Yu Ran."


    Mo Yi picked up her eyebrows without trace, grasped the woman''s white and slender palm, and introduced herself: "Mo Yi."


    Yu Ran turned to other players and said, "let''s all say your name, or call it."


    When the players heard the speech, they also reported their names one by one. The original tense atmosphere in the air relaxed a lot, and everyone was no longer as frightened and tense as before.


    Mo Yi takes a look at Yu Ran and stretches his eyebrows and eyes.


    This copy is not long, but there are a lot of people. It is very difficult. In this kind of hard copy, everything is very dangerous, and the interval between players'' death will become very short. People with the same name in the last second are likely to die in the next second. Self introduction will not improve the survival rate.


    However, in the atmosphere of tension to suffocation, this proposal can ease the mood of everyone.


    The benefits outweigh the disadvantages.


    At this time, Mo Yi felt his palm touched lightly.


    He was stunned and looked at the people standing beside him. He saw the tall man with a sharp face and a pair of misty light gray eyes staring at him.


    He said, "do you like her?"


    Mo Yi is surprised. Subconsciously, he looks at the other players beside him and finds that they have no idea. Then he remembers The sound of the fog seemed to be heard only by him.


    He was at ease.


    Her fingers were writing and drawing in the palm of the other person''s palm:


    just after finishing the first few words, Mo Yi suddenly realized that something was wrong. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the fog suspiciously. Her actions changed:


    [what are you doing? ¡¿


    the other side looked serious and replied as if nothing had happened:


    "nothing, just ask."


    Mo Yi looked at him suspiciously and didn''t ask any more questions.


    All of a sudden, he seemed to think of something and wrote and drew again in the palm of his hand in the fog:


    [by the way, what''s your name? ¡¿


    the fog seems to be in a daze. It seems that Mo Yi will ask this question.


    He frowned, thought carefully, and then replied:"I don''t have a name."


    All of a sudden, just at this moment, there was a light "creak" sound coming from the door.


    Mo Yi is startled, stop the action in the hand, lift eyes to look toward the source of the sound.


    The door, which could not be opened just now, opened slowly and automatically. When it reached half way, it stopped as a matter of course. Through the half opened door, we could see the dark and barren land outside.


    The crowd was silent and stood stiff in place.


    Nothing happened.


    Mo Yi slightly side of the body, adjust the angle, lift eyes to see the door.


    -- there was nothing on that dry and soft land. The ground was just bloody, and now it is clean and there is no trace of blood, as if the ground has sucked up the blood.


    Mo Yi looked out of the window.


    The rest of the blood was gone.


    The ground is terrifying clean.


    There was a hoarse, metallic sound.


    Intermittent, as if jammed radio, broken records, broken music box.


    The vague children''s voice hummed.


    But the content of the humming was covered up by the noise, making it impossible to recognize every word.


    In the dark and dead room, the strange and tuneless notes reverberate, which can almost arouse the most primitive fear in everyone''s heart.


    From the depth of the shapeless corridor came the sound of footsteps.


    It''s not human.


    The dense sound of small sound percussion on the wooden ground, people can not help but scalp numbness, just want to run away.


    However, the door is still dangerous, I wonder if the crocked man will jump out again in the next second.


    There is no way out of the abyss.


    The scratching sound in the corridor is getting closer.


    Everyone moved to the door involuntarily, away from the source of the sound.


    The candle light in the room is more and more dim, casting a flickering shadow on the distorted wall. The shaking light seems to hold the palm of the heart and strangle people''s throat severely.


    In the corridor, there is a strange sound of scratching on the back of the head.


    That kind of slowly approaching fear can almost any normal person into crazy!


    Some people finally can''t stand it, because of fear and irrational body shaking, turned and ran to the door, only one idea in mind - stay away from it! A little further away!


    Four or five people rushed to the door, almost stuck in the narrow frame.


    Mo Yi''s heart also mentioned his voice.


    At this time, he felt the fog beside him and held his wrist. The cold touch came along the skin of the two people. There was a sense of peace of mind. Mo Yi was stunned and turned his head to look at him.


    He looked straight into the deep corridor, his jaw was taut, and he shook his head with minimal amplitude.


    Don''t move.


    The next second, the strange figure in the deep corridor suddenly came out!


    Straight to the door!


    It was then clear to the public that it was a huge and strange mouse!


    It is more than half a person high, without any fur on its body. Instead, it looks like inverted skin, covered with wrinkled black stitches irregularly. It seems to be stitched together askew by stitches and threads, suffused with terrible blood red.


    The rotten meat trickled down along its movement, and the strong smell of blood was almost disgusting.


    It ignored other players standing in the middle of the house, but directly rushed to the door, a crowded player in the door subconsciously turned back, instantly saw such a terrible scene, instantly could not help but scream.


    The mouse opened its crooked mouth and showed its sharp teeth. It bit the screaming man''s thigh fiercely, then pulled it hard, and instantly pulled the man to the ground like a broken doll.


    The pressure at the back of the room eased instantly, and the other people crowded in the door ran out in fear.


    As time went by, in the shadow of the corridor, two huge mice came out again!


    There is more than one of these terrible creatures!


    They rushed straight out the door, chasing the players who were fleeing.


    The same melody was broken and broken again and again.


    The first mouse held down the man who was struggling to scream, and his sharp claws reached into the man''s head like chopped tofu.


    The poor man twitched, and the scream stopped.


    It pulls out its claws.


    From Mo Yi''s point of view, we can see that there are two eyeballs full of blood and brain in its sharp and bloody claws.Eyeball?


    An idea immediately hit Mo Yi.


    He looked at the face of the mouse, and saw that its sharp face was ugly and twisted by stitches. In all the joints on the face, there were no eyes, only a terrible big mouth, still dripping blood.


    Mo Yi turns his eyes and looks at the other players standing in the room. His black eyes tightly lock their pale faces which are deformed by fear. He gently shakes his head and makes an action to seal his mouth.


    They can''t see.


    You can only tell the direction of the prey by hearing.


    If you don''t make a sound, you can live.


    The intermittent sound of nursery rhymes is more and more loud and clear, and Mo Yi can distinguish some words in it.


    they all-run-after-the-farmer,


    who-cut-off-their-their-tails-with-carving-knife.


    threeblind mice! Look at the way they run!


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 Chapter 55

    At noon, Mo Yi patted the crumbs on his hand and stood up from the low bench.


    He walked around the dining room in a leisurely way, his eyes wandering in the room, not missing a clue.


    A clock behind the dining table caught his eye.


    It is very old, half of its shell has fallen off, revealing the dark metal surface under it, and hanging askew on the wall behind the dining table. However, unlike other articles in this room, the surface of the clock is not a trace of dust, as if it was carefully wiped clean. Moreover, what''s more, it''s more difficult to see that the clock is not covered with dust, The watch is not broken. It''s still walking.


    The pointer points to five twenty.


    Mo Yi frowned and was puzzled.


    The game itself will give the countdown, so why set another conspicuous clock in the copy?


    He subconsciously looked out of the narrow window. In the dark sky, the unknown numbers were slowly counting down.


    Five hours and 20 minutes passed.


    That means Just at the same time as the game begins, the clock starts to move.


    The mysteries in his heart gathered more and more, just like clouds gathering slowly. They slowly occupied every corner of Mo Yi''s heart, blocked in his throat and held his breath.


    This orphanage is different from the previous copy. It covers a larger area, and the clues are not as dense as the school. Most of the time, we can only see more and more questions and entangle in a tangle, but we can''t find any thread to untie.


    Mo Yi took a long breath and tried to calm himself down.


    This copy has a long remaining lifetime, so it can only be done slowly.


    He finally took a deep look at the clock and turned to the hanging figure on one side of the wall.


    The brushwork of that villain is very simple and crooked. It should be written by a child.


    The irregularly shaped round head and the slender torso supporting the limbs of the lines are particularly weird on the dirty wall.


    Mo Yi takes out the note that he has already made up and compares it with the villains on the wall.


    Except for a few places, every detail almost fits perfectly and seems to be written by the same child.


    Mo Yi seems to have a vague guess in his mind, but he can''t see why.


    There is nothing more to investigate in the restaurant.


    So he put away the note and looked for Song Qi''s figure. He wanted to ask him to leave together.


    But as soon as he turned around, he was startled by Song Qi, who was standing behind him.


    Does this person walk without sound?!


    Mo Yi covered his frightened heart, slowed down, and said, "let''s go. I''ve seen it for a while. Let''s go somewhere else."


    The people in the restaurant also began to get up and walk to the door.


    Mo Yi and Song Qi leave the restaurant and return to the hall along the corridor.


    The only chair that Yi Yi had hung in the middle of the room had disappeared.


    Mo Yi doesn''t feel surprised. He stares at the empty place for a few seconds, and then moves away from his sight as if nothing happened.


    He walked around the hall for a few times. Suddenly he seemed to think of something. He turned and ran to the side hall of the door.


    Zhao Yicheng, who has just arrived in the hall, is attracted by him in an instant.


    Mo Yi bent down and rummaged in the side hall. Soon, he found out a bunch of antique keys and a broken map.


    Each key is labeled with some English signs, but part of it is blurred by the passage of time.


    This is a big discovery!


    Zhao Yicheng and others have bright eyes and are surrounded by the past in an instant.


    Mo Yi looked down at the dirty map for a few minutes, then picked a key and held it in his hand.


    Next, he laid out the large number of keys on the counter and said to the crowd:


    "let''s take these keys and look for clues according to the map, but you must remember to hang them back after reading them, otherwise the clues may be broken."


    "I''m afraid the process will be very dangerous. We''d better not act alone. Moreover, if you take the key, you should have the courage to accept the consequences of opening that door."


    Mo Yi''s suddenly serious tone, like a basin of cold water, instantly quenched the excitement of the crowd, and became cautious again.


    At this time, a female senior person who just stood aside and did not make a sound said: "wait a minute."


    Mo Yi was stunned and turned to look at her.


    The senior woman narrowed her eyes, stepped towards him, and asked:


    "are you familiar with this place? We can''t compare with the instant recognition of the dining bell or the clarity of the location of these keys..."Zhao Yicheng, on one side, obviously knew her and gave a low rebuke: "Sun Xiaoyan!"


    The senior man named sun Xiaoyan didn''t listen. Instead, he took a step forward and forced him to ask:


    "would you mind explaining it?"


    After listening to her words, the crowd could not help but tremble. They all cast their eyes of fear and suspicion on Mo Yi, who has been leading all their actions since just now! Is?


    Mo Yi drooped his eyes, and his pale and handsome face was calm.


    The next second, he raised his eyes and looked at Sun Xiaoyan. His eyes were very dark. When there was no emotion, it was like the night without starlight, which almost forced the people to look away.


    Mo Yi said:


    "the fixed configuration in British public orphanages, such as the location of ring tones and keys, is regulated by regulations in Britain. Most of them have been used since World War I. are you satisfied with this explanation?"


    Sun Xiaoyan obviously didn''t expect the answer. After listening to Mo Yi''s words, she was stunned for a while, but she still quibbled:


    "well, no one can prove that you are telling the truth? And what makes you say it''s British? Are you in an orphanage in England... "


    Hearing her words become more and more excessive, Zhao Yicheng raised his voice again and interrupted her angrily:


    "Sun Xiaoyan! That''s enough for you


    Sun Xiaoyan stopped talking. Zhao Yicheng gave him a look and said to Mo Yi:


    "that I''m very sorry, Xiaoyan, she... "


    Before Zhao Yicheng finished speaking, Mo Yi quickly interrupted him:


    "it doesn''t matter. I didn''t pay attention to it. Now the most important thing is to find clues."


    With that, he turned and walked down the corridor on the other side.


    Song Qi gave sun Xiaoyan a deep look, then turned around to keep up with Mo Yi and walked inward.


    At that moment, sun Xiaoyan''s face turned white, and he was nailed to the spot rigidly. His physiological cold sweat was climbing down her back like a waterfall.


    -- the light colored eyes, like inorganic eyes, cruel as death who does not care about other people''s lives, are cold and contemptuous of predators alone, which makes her feel instinctive fear and tremble from the depths of her soul.


    "Little Rock, Little Rock!" Zhao Yicheng''s voice awakened her from her bewilderment: "what''s the matter with you?"


    Sun Xiaoyan shook his head in a daze and watched the two people''s back.


    Why did the man Why do you have such terrible eyes?


    the two walked forward one after another, and the silence seemed dignified. In the silence, only the creaking sound of the wooden floor under their feet could be heard.


    In front of the wall lamp more and more dim, almost difficult to penetrate the rich like the solid darkness, can only reluctantly emit a dark yellow halo, illuminate a small area of the wall.


    The cold and gloomy air, like tarsal bone marrow, climbs up the human tail vertebrae.


    Mo Yimeng stops.


    In front of the corridor, there was a teddy bear standing upright.


    Its brown hair is sparse, limbs barely hanging on the limbs, missing an eye, the only remaining black eye gray, crooked to sew on the face.


    It slanted half of the incomplete body, with the only remaining, covered with dust and cracks eyes quietly watching Mo Yi.


    It was the teddy bear that had appeared in his room.


    Mo Yi''s back suddenly gave out a thin layer of cold sweat.


    Behind him came Song Qi''s deep voice: "what''s the matter?"


    His voice made Mo Yi shake his mind.


    The next second he looked, the corridor was empty.


    The teddy bear just disappeared.


    Mo Yi is a little worried. He opens his mouth and turns around in his heart. His voice is a little hoarse:


    "you Have you seen... "


    "-- what?" The child''s clear and crisp voice sounded in his ears, with the child''s unique innocence, took over his words and asked softly.


    These two words are very close, as if whispering in his ear!


    Mo Yi''s scalp explodes and turns back at the fastest speed!


    There was nothing behind him.


    There is no song Qi, no light, no corridor, no retreat.


    There is nothing literally.


    Only boundless, devouring all the light of the dark, silently open arms, devouring him.


    Mo Yi''s whole body is stiff and cold, and the fine sweat slowly seeps out from his forehead.


    His dry larynx moved and turned to look at the remaining corridor.


    The corridor was long and dark, and there was a closed door in front of him, which was his destination.Mo Yi subconsciously clenched his hand. The edge of the ancient key was hard and cold, and it hurt faintly in his palm.


    There is no way back now.


    He settled down and went to the door.


    The dusty wooden door stands quietly at the end of the corridor. The sign on the door has been eroded and blurred, but it still vaguely recognizes the English characters:


    "Dean''s office".


    Some rusty long and thin keys were inserted into the lock holes, making a small and crisp metal collision sound. Mo Yi pressed his fingers and listened to a slight "click". The door opened in response.


    The smell of dust came to my face.


    Mo Yi pauses, reaches out to push the door wider, and then goes in without hesitation.


    Unexpectedly, the light inside the door is still bright. The light illuminates the spacious room through the dust covered lampshade. The antique dark green wallpaper is wrinkled, but it is clean and decent.


    The low ceiling is somewhat uneven, with a few dirty water stains.


    The room is full


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    the senior woman narrowed her eyes, walked towards him, and asked:


    "you are very familiar with this place. We can''t compare the instant recognition of the dining bell or the clarity of the location of these keys..."


    Zhao Yicheng, on one side, obviously knew her and gave a low rebuke: "Sun Xiaoyan!"


    BR, < BR, < BR, < BR, < BR, < BR, did you mind if the senior one didn''t listen to the previous explanation


    After listening to her words, the crowd could not help but tremble. They all cast their eyes of fear and suspicion on Mo Yi, who has been leading all their actions since just now! Is?


    Mo Yi drooped his eyes, and his pale and handsome face was calm.


    The next second, he raised his eyes and looked at Sun Xiaoyan. His eyes were very dark. When there was no emotion, it was like the night without starlight, which almost forced the people to look away.


    Mo Yi said:


    "the fixed configuration in British public orphanages, such as the location of ring tones and keys, is regulated by regulations in Britain. Most of them have been used since World War I. are you satisfied with this explanation?"


    Sun Xiaoyan obviously didn''t expect the answer. After listening to Mo Yi''s words, she was stunned for a while, but she still quibbled:


    "well, no one can prove that you are telling the truth? And what makes you say it''s British? Are you in an orphanage in England... "


    Hearing her words become more and more excessive, Zhao Yicheng raised his voice again and interrupted her angrily:


    "Sun Xiaoyan! That''s enough for you


    Sun Xiaoyan stopped talking. Zhao Yicheng gave him a look and said to Mo Yi:


    "that I''m very sorry, Xiaoyan, she... "


    Before Zhao Yicheng finished speaking, Mo Yi quickly interrupted him:


    "it doesn''t matter. I didn''t pay attention to it. Now the most important thing is to find clues."


    With that, he turned and walked down the corridor on the other side.


    Song Qi gave sun Xiaoyan a deep look, then turned around to keep up with Mo Yi and walked inward.


    At that moment, sun Xiaoyan''s face turned white, and he was nailed to the spot rigidly. His physiological cold sweat was climbing down her back like a waterfall.


    -- the light colored eyes, like inorganic eyes, cruel as death who does not care about other people''s lives, are cold and contemptuous of predators alone, which makes her feel instinctive fear and tremble from the depths of her soul.


    "Little Rock, Little Rock!" Zhao Yicheng''s voice awakened her from her bewilderment: "what''s the matter with you?"


    Sun Xiaoyan shook his head in a daze and watched the two people''s back.


    Why did the man Why do you have such terrible eyes?


    the two walked forward one after another, and the silence seemed dignified. In the silence, only the creaking sound of the wooden floor under their feet could be heard.


    In front of the wall lamp more and more dim, almost difficult to penetrate the rich like the solid darkness, can only reluctantly emit a dark yellow halo, illuminate a small area of the wall.


    The cold and gloomy air, like tarsal bone marrow, climbs up the human tail vertebrae.


    Mo Yimeng stops.


    In front of the corridor, there was a teddy bear standing upright.


    Its brown hair is sparse, limbs barely hanging on the limbs, missing an eye, the only remaining black eye gray, crooked to sew on the face.


    It slanted half of the incomplete body, with the only remaining, covered with dust and cracks eyes quietly watching Mo Yi.


    It was the teddy bear that had appeared in his room.


    Mo Yi''s back suddenly gave out a thin layer of cold sweat.


    Behind him came Song Qi''s deep voice: "what''s the matter?"


    His voice made Mo Yi shake his mind.


    The next second he looked, the corridor was empty.


    The teddy bear just disappeared.


    Mo Yi is a little worried. He opens his mouth and turns around in his heart. His voice is a little hoarse:


    "you Have you seen... "


    "-- what?" The child''s clear and crisp voice sounded in his ears, with the child''s unique innocence, took over his words and asked softly.


    These two words are very close, as if whispering in his ear!


    Mo Yi''s scalp explodes and turns back at the fastest speed!


    There was nothing behind him.


    There is no song Qi, no light, no corridor, no retreat.


    There is nothing literally.


    Only boundless, devouring all the light of the dark, silently open arms, devouring him.Mo Yi''s whole body is stiff and cold, and the fine sweat slowly seeps out from his forehead.


    His dry larynx moved and turned to look at the remaining corridor.


    The corridor was long and dark, and there was a closed door in front of him, which was his destination.


    Mo Yi subconsciously clenched his hand. The edge of the ancient key was hard and cold, and it hurt faintly in his palm.


    There is no way back now.


    He settled down and went to the door.


    The dusty wooden door stands quietly at the end of the corridor. The sign on the door has been eroded and blurred, but it still vaguely recognizes the English characters:


    "Dean''s office".


    Some rusty long and thin keys were inserted into the lock holes, making a small and crisp metal collision sound. Mo Yi pressed his fingers and listened to a slight "click". The door opened in response.


    The smell of dust came to my face.


    Mo Yi pauses, reaches out to push the door wider, and then goes in without hesitation.


    Unexpectedly, the light inside the door is still bright. The light illuminates the spacious room through the dust covered lampshade. The antique dark green wallpaper is wrinkled, but it is clean and decent.


    The low ceiling is somewhat uneven, with a few dirty water stains.


    The room was full of tables, chairs and cabinets, looking messy.


    Mo Yi goes forward and rummages the sundries piled on the table.


    There are a lot of things, but they are of little value.


    He squatted down and opened the drawer under the table.


    In the drawers lie many wrinkled documents, which are randomly stacked together. Mo Yi browses them quickly. Among them, a rough piece of brown paper catches his eyes: Iris municipal orphanage, which was built in 1913.


    The whole picture of the orphanage is painted with grandiose brush strokes. At the brand-new gate of the orphanage, a row of orphans and nursing workers all show a brilliant smile.


    The following lines are blurred.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and put the pile of documents back into the drawer.


    In fact, this building is rather shoddy. In many places, even if he is a layman, he can see that he is cutting corners. It is a miracle that it can last about 20 or 30 years.


    And now it appears, though shabby, it still needs to be complete.


    It seems that there is no big deviation from the age he estimated at first.


    But apart from this, there are no valuable clues.


    Mo Yi''s mood can''t help but feel a little urgent. He pushed the drawer back, turned to open the cabinet beside the wall, and then quickly buried his head to look for it.


    No No No


    His brow was tight, and a deep mark of thought was imprinted between his brows.


    A few hot drops of sweat slowly slid down his temples, along the lines of his face, and dropped into his collar.


    Mo Yi''s men keep moving, but they are obviously anxious.


    No specific files or documents of orphans can be found anywhere.


    All of a sudden, Mo Yi''s action was stiffly.


    A cold chill suddenly struck, and the temperature around the body almost dropped several degrees. The chilling feeling penetrated into the texture of the skin through the thin clothes, which was almost frightening.


    Such a strange temperature change made Mo Yi''s heart shrink suddenly.


    A kind of unexplained horror moment seized his heart and made his blood cold and almost stagnant.


    Mo Yi''s brain is blank, but his body has subconsciously taken the lead in action!


    He jerked himself short!


    A noose ran over his head and a strong wind came up!


    Mo Yi''s hair chills behind him. He doesn''t dare to move lightly, but slowly turns his head to look behind him.


    The spine is clucking.


    He can hear his own blood impact on the eardrum, send out a hot agitation, desperately clamoring for the arrival of danger!


    At this time, Mo Yi''s residual light swept a shadow.


    He''s not the only one in this room.


    The goose bumps all over his body exploded in an instant, and the back of his neck was covered with cold sweat.


    In the afterglow, the shadow was slowly approaching.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and tremblingly, and then lay down violently!


    He ducked to the side of the cupboard, then stretched out his legs to smash the decayed load-bearing point of the cabinet!


    The big cupboard fell down!


    It''s just falling towards the close shadow.


    The dark yellow and white papers and pieces of paper clattered out and poured down the room with gravity and the potential energy of dumping, like a spectacular waterfall.


    At this time, Mo Yi, lying on the ground, got up in a Gulu. The moment when he wanted to raise his head, he was stunned for half a second.He saw that at the back of the cupboard was a long piece of dark yellow paper, carefully mounted in a beautiful wooden frame, on which a lot of characters were written in English.


    Mo Yi''s face flashed with a stunned look.


    The pieces of paper in the room fell down and returned to silence.


    Just then, the temperature dropped suddenly!


    Mo Yi''s heart is not good. He can only lift his hand to his neck before he can feel the cold breath coming from behind his neck.


    The next second, the haunting noose came again!


    The crude rope twisted his neck and tightened it mercilessly. Xin Kui Mo Yi raised his hand to his throat, otherwise he would be hanged instantly.


    Mo Yi clenched his teeth and resisted the gradually locked rope with his palm. "Click" and "click" came the sound of knuckle fracture. The sharp pain penetrated into the brain along the palm, almost making him breathless.


    At this moment, his feet suddenly empty.


    At that moment, Mo Yimeng recalled:


    the cause of death of the man who was hanged was not suffocation, but The neck bone was broken.


    Mo Yi clenched his teeth and resisted the gradually locked rope with his palm. "Click" and "click" came the sound of knuckle fracture. The sharp pain penetrated into the brain along the palm of his hand www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!

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    Mo Yi fell into the abyss.


    His whole body was cold, and his sleep disappeared in an instant. The creepy feeling enveloped his senses. A chill of fear rose from the caudal vertebrae and seized his heart.


    He lay on the bed with his eyes tightly closed and his whole body stiff, adjusting his breathing slowly and trembling.


    Fear seeps through every pore of his life, shouting in his mind:


    don''t open your eyes! Don''t open your eyes!


    Under the thin quivering eyelids, the eyes vibrate uncontrollably with the frequency of breathing.


    At this time, a small cold hand caught Mo Yi''s hand hanging by his side.


    The extremely cold feeling with the skin invades the bone marrow, almost makes Mo Yi uncontrollably hit a shiver.


    The cold breath came to his ears and aroused a small shiver on his skin. Fear, like a stagnant flocculent substance, blocked his breathing and throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.


    The small and soft voice of a child rings again in Mo Yi''s ear:


    "next it''s your turn to look for me."


    After saying that, a small, round and hard thing was stuffed into Mo Yi''s palm.


    The cold breath and the little child''s hand left.


    Mo Yi was still tight, and the little round thing was lying in his cold, sweaty palms. The slight chill almost made him unable to hold it. The ice was hot.


    He controlled his breathing, forcing his chest to rise and fall slowly and long.


    Silence and darkness make Mo Yi''s senses more and more acute. He is warily waiting for the development of the next thing, and his heart strings are tight.


    The boundless darkness is like an abyss that swallows all sounds.


    Continuously spreading and expanding, the sponge generally absorbs all the movement and light.


    After an unknown period of time -


    excessive tension and fatigue made Mo Yi unconsciously sleep in the silence.


    When you open your eyes again, all the lights have been turned on again.


    Mo Yi was lying on the narrow bed, even if there was a loud and harsh metal bell ringing around his ear, he couldn''t call back his attention.


    His eyes were fixed on the dirty old ceiling for a long time.


    Last night That''s it?


    Mo Yi blinked and blinked, but he still didn''t feel like he was back.


    Did you make it through the night?


    All of a sudden, Mo Yi seemed to think of something. He sat up in a hurry and spread out his left hand -


    his palm was made an uneven red mark by a hard object, which stretched across the white palm. It looked very eye-catching.


    And the thing stuck in his hand is still there.


    A round, dark, shiny hemisphere lay quietly in the palm of his hand, looking like a button, but with no buttonholes.


    Mo Yi stares at it, because the fingers that have not moved for a long time are stiff, so they hold them slowly again.


    Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded at the door, which awakened Mo Yi from his thoughts:


    "are you awake?"


    When Mo Yi hears the speech, he looks up and follows the sound.


    Song Qi was standing against the door, his dark gray pupils looking at him. Half of his face was dazzled by the light outside the door, and the outline was slightly blurred:


    "it''s five o''clock. According to the timetable, it''s morning time."


    Mo Yi looked down at his watch:


    a quarter past five.


    He got up in a hurry and carried the hard object that had been thrust into his hand last night into his pocket.


    Because she fell asleep in her clothes last night, even though Mo Yi was extremely peaceful and almost motionless, her clothes became wrinkled.


    Mo Yi dressed up subconsciously, then quickly walked to the door and whispered to Song Qi, who was waiting for him, "let''s go."


    They walk out along the still dark corridor. Mo Yi opens his mouth and is about to tell Song Qi about his experience last night. However, Song Qi just opens his mouth and interrupts what he is about to say:


    "how are your hands?"


    Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, hindsight of the original song Qi in the inquiry of his injured hand.


    He looked down at his left hand, which was still wrapped like zongzi, and tried to move his fingertips. A dull pain of numbness and numbness passed along the wound in an instant.


    Mo Yi''s face did not change ground to reply a way: "much better."


    At this time, the two met other players who came out of the next few rooms. It seems that they are also ready to go to the restaurant.


    Several people went together.


    Mo Yi had no choice but to swallow the words ready to export back into his stomach.


    When we got to the restaurant, there were already several people waiting there.


    Mo Yi looked around the room quietly, counting the number of people in his heart: eight people, no difference from last night.It seems that all of us have spent the night safely.


    Seeing that everyone was here, Zhao Yicheng stood up and said, "that''s great. Everyone has survived the first night. Let''s go get breakfast."


    Mo Yi and Song Qi followed the crowd and came to the dining table.


    This time, on the dining table, there is still a large basin of dry black bread, but the pot beside it is no longer water, but warm soup - the soup is actually lifting it. The dirty light yellow surface is floating with a thin layer of grease, emitting a bad smell of swill. There is almost no dry matter, and the only valuable thing is its heat That''s all.


    Mo Yi understood why the people in front of them just now left after receiving the meal. Some even took only black bread.


    With the same look on his face, he lowered his head and filled a bowl of soup. He took two pieces of bread and followed Song Qi. They found a place to sit down together.


    Each player stares at the food in front of him, and his face is a little worried. Everyone refuses to eat the coarse black bread in his mouth. Some players with delicate appetite even push the bowl and stop eating.


    However, some senior players obviously look much more relaxed than novices with bitter gourd faces. They have already had game experience and know how to bring their own food into the copy. However, due to the limited amount of things they can carry, their food resources are not enough.


    Therefore, they clearly know the truth that money is not exposed. They chew bread slowly and leisurely one by one, and do not show off the food.


    Mo Yi''s face was calm, and he was gnawing at the black bread in his hand, thinking whether he would go back and tear down a pack of compressed biscuits.


    However, water should be replenished.


    Mo Yi''s mind is clear, because there is water supply in the game copy, so even if you carry food, you rarely think of carrying drinking water - after all, overweight and covering too much land are fatal defects.


    However, if you are hungry for three days, you may live if you are thirsty for three days.


    Mo Yi thought calmly, while holding up the bowl of soup with residual temperature, he lifted his neck and poured it down.


    He put down the bowl and his face was a little ugly.


    There was a strange taste of bitter, salty and sour in his mouth. It seemed that there was still a greasy feeling on his tongue. Mo Yi took a deep breath and tried to suppress the nausea in his throat.


    After all, he has been well respected and treated for so many years. Even if he can bear hardships again, he is still astringent.


    Mo Yi''s brows are locked, and his stomach is also a little tumultuous.


    At this time, something hard against his soft lips, and then by a clever force, force pushed in, hit his hard teeth, sliding into his mouth.


    Sweet and fragrant fruit fragrance instantly diffused, over the mouth that disgusting strange taste.


    Mo Yi with fruit sugar, a small piece of cheek bulging out on one side, he looked at his side in a bit of a daze.


    Song Qizheng sits in a critical position and looks down at his fingertips on his knees. His face is straight and firm, as if the person who did that was not himself.


    Mo Yi couldn''t help bending his eyes and whispered: "thank you very much. It''s sweet."


    After that, he turned his face, reached out and picked up the black bread on one side and continued to gnaw with his eyes down.


    Looking at Mo Yi turning his eyes, Song Qi also raised his eyes, a pair of light colored pupil eyes tightly staring at Mo Yi''s side face, and his face was secretive.


    He raised his fingers that had just touched Mo Yi''s lips, and the soft, slightly rough feeling of his thirst seemed to stay on his fingertips.


    Song Qi took his fingertips to his lips and licked them gently.


    The thin lips are in silence with a tiny arc.


    Yes, it''s sweet.


    The hours of the morning end quickly.


    Mo Yi got up from the low bench and walked out of the restaurant with the rest of the players.


    According to the timetable, the next time should be the class time of the orphanage.


    Guided by the broken map, they passed through the circular hall and went to the depth of a corridor.


    Mo Yi followed the last side of the team. While walking in silence, Mo Yi outlined the general outline of the orphanage in his heart: the first corridor, which is also the longest one, is the rest room and toilet for orphans. All players are scattered in one room after another.


    The second corridor next to it is the shortest, with only one room, which is the dining room for orphans at the end of the corridor.


    The third corridor is lined with libraries and toy rooms, which are nested together - exactly where they are now heading.


    On the fourth corridor, the marks on the map are very dirty and fuzzy, and even some damaged. The only thing that can be seen clearly is in the dean''s room which is the most outside. The marks in other places have been damaged and completely unrecognized.


    Mo Yi immersed in his own thoughts and walked forward.The fruit sugar in his mouth had almost completely melted away, so he chewed and ate the remaining irregular sugar dregs. The extremely rich fruit flavor exploded in his mouth, making him squint slightly without leaving any trace.


    In fact, Mo Yi has always been fond of sweets, but he has always been very good at hiding his real preferences and erasing the traces of his own maverick to avoid exposing his weaknesses. Therefore, few people know his sweet taste.


    Since entering the copy, Song Qi basically gave him sweets.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips thoughtfully, and quickly reviewed his performance after entering the copy at the bottom of his heart to make sure that he did not show obvious preference for sweets.


    Song did not like sweet food.


    Then why does he put so many sweets into the copy? Is it for the high calorie and portability of candy?


    It seems to make sense?


    Just then the procession stopped.


    Mo Yi blinked and threw all kinds of out of tune guesses to his mind, and looked up to the front of the team.


    They have reached the door of the library by now.


    The dark corridor is long and winding, and the hall behind is shining with a faint halo in the distant place. Half of the door in front of us is soaked in the half darkness. A small half of the sign on the door is lost, and the other half is covered with old dirt. It is hard to see the small words "library".


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 Chapter 58

    Lies in dye skill comforts in, other players soon scattered, separately looking for clues.


    Mo Yi stands in place and doesn''t move. His eyes are somewhat complicated, staring at the bodies of the two players on the floor.


    Their bodies twisted strangely, as if suffering from great pain, curled up on the floor, their ferocious faces were completely covered by shocking red rash, and the thin blood thread slowly flowed out along the seven orifices.


    The blackened face of the corpse was shrinking slowly, but at a rate visible to the naked eye.


    The blood flowing from the lips, eyes and nose drips down the dirty wooden floor along the curve of the face, trickles into the cracks on the floor, and then is sucked clean by a drop.


    Mo Yi subconsciously nearly pursed his lips. His lips, which were not plump, became more and more pale at the moment, and even turned white because of his efforts.


    He finally took a deep look at the corpse on the ground, then turned and walked to the window.


    Out of the window of the rich dark sky, flashing cold, emotionless blue numbers, as if not affected by any external factors to change the last number.


    4: Mo Yi gazed into the air, and his dark pupils seemed to reflect the small blue numbers, and his emotions were deep.


    It''s been more than two hours since we entered the replica.


    There are five nursery rhymes in all, which are directly sung by them in this passage.


    Outside the house, the twisted man hummed "crooked man," the staccato music box with "three blind Mie," and "ring-a-ring-o''roses," which had just been repeated in children''s voices at the stairway


    Every time this nursery rhyme rings, it will take several lives.


    The nursery rhyme is just once an hour.


    Mo Yi''s eyes are slightly heavy.


    Let''s talk about the "seven days" in the game tips, and the length of the game. The relevance is self-evident.


    An hour, a nursery rhyme, a nursery rhyme, a kill.


    If he guessed right, there should be no danger in this hour and the rest of the time.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and turned to look behind him.


    The staircase leading to the second floor, with its dark entrance, was standing in the middle of the hall, stretching upward into the darkness.


    His eyes flashed, and there was a trace of firmness between his eyes, and he walked slowly towards the stairway.


    At this time, Mo Yi felt his cuff was pulled by a gentle force.


    He was stunned and turned his eyes to the source of strength.


    Only see ran standing beside him speechless. He doesn''t seem to know how to open his mouth. He just looks at him in silence.


    Mo Yi''s face does not change: "nursery rhyme and time relationship, you should also have figured it out."


    Yu Ran''s eyes are a little complicated, and he gives a low "um".


    Mo Yi laughed and said, "well, since this is the case, you don''t have to worry about it."


    Yu Ran takes a look at him and sighs deeply. At last, he feels a little relieved and says:


    "that Be careful


    Mo Yi showed a shallow smile, and after a brief thanks, he turned around and walked up the stairs without stopping.


    The straight and thin back is slowly engulfed by the dark, blocking behind the projection of the meaning of the unknown line of sight.


    The uneven wooden stairs under his feet "creak" with his steps, which is boring and harsh in the cold and dark staircases.


    In front of us and around us is a thick, almost condensed entity of darkness, whether in front of the road or the side of the armrest are shrouded, in the flashlight light revealed a fuzzy and ugly outline.


    The cold breath penetrates the thin shirt without any hindrance, invades the texture, stimulates the sensitive peripheral nerves, and makes the skin behind Mo Yi''s neck involuntarily get a layer of goose bumps.


    At this time, there was a low voice of fog around me. The cold and deep voice almost caused a faint vibration in the air:


    "she seems to care about you."


    Mo Yi didn''t expect that he would suddenly open his mouth, and couldn''t help but feel a little stunned.


    He turned his head and looked at the profile of his face, which was obscured by the fog. He thought that no one else could hear their conversation at the moment, so he said directly:


    "she Mo Yi pauses thoughtfully, and then goes on blandly:


    "it can only be said that he has more kindness than others."


    He narrowed his eyes and watched the torchlight cast a twisted halo on the stairs in front of him.


    Reflected in the dark pupil of his eyes, the light flashed in the dark.


    He gave a gentle smile, careless words, with the indifference that I didn''t realize:


    "most of the players left are senior players, who can''t see the obvious connection between time and Nursery Rhymes - they just don''t have the courage to come up."With your toes, you can see that in the darkness above the stairs, there must be dangers everywhere. If you are careless, you will be in danger of death. In addition, with the nursery rhyme at the entrance of the stairs just now, their instinctive fear of danger, unknown and darkness makes them dare not take more actions.


    After all The connection is just a guess.


    No matter how reasonable, it is also a conjecture.


    No one is crazy enough to gamble his life on the correctness of this conjecture.


    The longer the players live, the more they cherish their lives.


    So, they''re waiting for a volunteer victim.


    Mo Yi''s actions are what they are happy to see. No matter whether he is alive or dead on the top, he is helpful to them. It is a business with great profits and no harm.


    And Yu Ran His heart is just not so hard, so he will step forward and try to stop his near death behavior.


    Mo Yi looks light, continues to go to the top of the stairs, the dark eyes are almost inhuman indifference and reason.


    Fog slightly side head, top ground staring at Mo Yi''s side face, light gray pupil precipitation of unknown emotions.


    He gave a low chuckle and stopped talking.


    Not long after that, Mo Yi finally stepped on the last step.


    The dust from the soles of shoes will appear in the light of the flashlight, slowly floating up and down. All the rest of the place is covered by thick darkness. Everything seems to be swallowed up in the abyss as far as possible, even the light of the flashlight can not penetrate.


    Stale wood structure, moldy smell, mixed with the smell of dust and light bloody smell, it is particularly choking nose.


    Mo Yi suppresses the impulse to rub his nose and holds up a flashlight to illuminate the road ahead. Just as he is about to go forward, his pace suddenly stops.


    Just now, emotional entanglement flashed on the face which was cold to almost no emotion.


    "That..."


    Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds and hesitated to say:


    "can you let go of my hand now?"


    On the face of the fog, he still had a serious face I''m afraid you''re afraid. "


    Mo Yi:


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    Seeing that he couldn''t stop, there was a trace of obvious pity on the misty surface. He had to slowly release the finger that was stained with the other party''s temperature. The action was deliberately long and hesitant, and the tangled fingers separated into two hands.


    Finally, after wrapping Mo Yi''s slender and symmetrical knuckles without trace, the mist released his hand with a face of righteousness.


    Mo Yi is a little confused: I don''t know if it''s his illusion. He always feels the other side You seem to enjoy physical contact with him?


    He glanced subconsciously at his side, his eyes gliding across the side of his face, which had no emotional fluctuation, like a feather.


    It''s probably an illusion.


    Mo Yi thought about it.


    But He''s not very exclusive.


    He stepped forward, and his foot felt different from that on the stairs. It seemed as if he had been carpeted, absorbing all the footfalls. He could only hear the dull sound echoing upstairs.


    Mo Yi slowed down his pace carefully and walked forward slowly.


    At this time, he suddenly encountered something hard under his feet, and made a harsh metal sound, which was particularly loud and clear in the narrow and long dark space, almost making people feel nervous.


    Mo Yi can''t help being scared.


    He took a sudden step back, pressing his wrist, and the light of his flashlight shone at his feet.


    I saw a music box on my way. The mottled and peeling metal shell glowed with cold light under the light, which seemed to be old.


    As a result of being kicked, at the moment, he was overturning to the ground, and the box was half opened with a narrow gap.


    Mo Yi''s action stops for a moment, bends down to pick up the music box carefully.


    It was heavy, heavy, and heavy in his hand, and the cold touch came along the metal shell, giving a strange, uncomfortable feeling.


    This is probably the music box that played nursery rhymes an hour ago.


    The pointed faces of the three ugly, fur turned out, ferocious needles and threads were vividly printed in his retina, and the strong stench of blood on their bodies, together with the piercing shrieks, reappeared in his memory.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, ignoring the discomfort in his heart and opened the lid.


    To his surprise, the inside of the music box is different from its appearance.


    The faded velvet cushion was surrounded by two small people, one was a little girl in a long skirt, the other was a little boy in shorts, two small men seemed to be made of ceramics, holding hands, and there was still a smile on the worn face due to time.


    Although the remaining gold paint on the little girl''s head still flickered quietly, her hands and arms were basically broken. She stood on the velvet cushion with difficulty, and the little boy''s body also had different degrees of wear and tear.Mo Yi turned the box to the side, and his fingers rubbed on the cold metal surface of the music box and touched a prominent handle.


    Its wind seems to be loose, and it should not be able to make sound for a while and a half.


    He breathed a sigh of relief, then turned the box back to the front and looked at it again.


    Inside the lid of the music box, there is a broken mirror.


    It looks like the dust is all over the mirror, and it''s very sad.


    At the bottom of the mirror, it seems that there is a line of flowery characters written in gilt handwriting. Due to the long history, it has been blurred, and it is almost impossible to see what is written on it.


    Mo Yi frowned, narrowed his eyes and approached, carefully identifying the contents above.


    His close face was reflected on the broken mirror.


    At this time, Mo Yi''s Yu Guang Piao


    Not far behind him stood a vague figure.


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    The irregularly shaped round head and the slender torso supporting the limbs of the lines are particularly weird on the dirty wall.


    Manual anti-theft, replacement at noon


    compared with the villains on the wall.


    Except for a few places, every detail almost fits perfectly and seems to be written by the same child.


    Mo Yi seems to have a vague guess in his mind, but he can''t see why.


    There is nothing more to investigate in the restaurant.


    So he put away the note and looked for Song Qi''s figure. He wanted to ask him to leave together.


    But as soon as he turned around, he was startled by Song Qi, who was standing behind him.


    Does this person walk without sound?!


    Mo Yi covered his frightened heart, slowed down, and said, "let''s go. I''ve seen it for a while. Let''s go somewhere else."


    The people in the restaurant also began to get up and walk to the door.


    Mo Yi and Song Qi leave the restaurant and return to the hall along the corridor.


    The only chair that Yi Yi had hung in the middle of the room had disappeared.


    Mo Yi doesn''t feel surprised. He stares at the empty place for a few seconds, and then moves away from his sight as if nothing happened.


    He walked around the hall for a few times. Suddenly he seemed to think of something. He turned and ran to the side hall of the door.


    Zhao Yicheng, who has just arrived in the hall, is attracted by him in an instant.


    Mo Yi bent down and rummaged in the side hall. Soon, he found out a bunch of antique keys and a broken map.


    Each key is labeled with some English signs, but part of it is blurred by the passage of time.


    This is a big discovery!


    Zhao Yicheng and others have bright eyes and are surrounded by the past in an instant.


    Mo Yi looked down at the dirty map for a few minutes, then picked a key and held it in his hand.


    Next, he laid out the large number of keys on the counter and said to the crowd:


    "let''s take these keys and look for clues according to the map, but you must remember to hang them back after reading them, otherwise the clues may be broken."


    "I''m afraid the process will be very dangerous. We''d better not act alone. Moreover, if you take the key, you should have the courage to accept the consequences of opening that door."


    Mo Yi''s suddenly serious tone, like a basin of cold water, instantly quenched the excitement of the crowd, and became cautious again.


    At this time, a female senior person who just stood aside and did not make a sound said: "wait a minute."


    Mo Yi was stunned and turned to look at her.


    The senior woman narrowed her eyes, stepped towards him, and asked:


    "are you familiar with this place? We can''t compare with the instant recognition of the dining bell or the clarity of the location of these keys..."


    Zhao Yicheng, on one side, obviously knew her and gave a low rebuke: "Sun Xiaoyan!"


    The senior man named sun Xiaoyan didn''t listen. Instead, he took a step forward and forced him to ask:


    "would you mind explaining it?"


    After listening to her words, the crowd could not help but tremble. They all cast their eyes of fear and suspicion on Mo Yi, who has been leading all their actions since just now! Is?


    Mo Yi drooped his eyes, and his pale and handsome face was calm.


    The next second, he raised his eyes and looked at Sun Xiaoyan. His eyes were very dark. When there was no emotion, it was like the night without starlight, which almost forced the people to look away.


    Mo Yi said:


    "the fixed configuration in British public orphanages, such as the location of ring tones and keys, is regulated by regulations in Britain. Most of them have been used since World War I. are you satisfied with this explanation?"


    Sun Xiaoyan obviously didn''t expect the answer. After listening to Mo Yi''s words, she was stunned for a while, but she still quibbled:


    "well, no one can prove that you are telling the truth? And what makes you say it''s British? Are you in an orphanage in England... "


    Hearing her words become more and more excessive, Zhao Yicheng raised his voice again and interrupted her angrily:


    "Sun Xiaoyan! That''s enough for you


    Sun Xiaoyan stopped talking. Zhao Yicheng gave him a look and said to Mo Yi:


    "that I''m very sorry, Xiaoyan, she... "


    Before Zhao Yicheng finished speaking, Mo Yi quickly interrupted him:


    "it doesn''t matter. I didn''t pay attention to it. Now the most important thing is to find clues."


    With that, he turned and walked down the corridor on the other side.Song Qi gave sun Xiaoyan a deep look, then turned around to keep up with Mo Yi and walked inward.


    At that moment, sun Xiaoyan''s face turned white, and he was nailed to the spot rigidly. His physiological cold sweat was climbing down her back like a waterfall.


    -- the light colored eyes, like inorganic eyes, cruel as death who does not care about other people''s lives, are cold and contemptuous of predators alone, which makes her feel instinctive fear and tremble from the depths of her soul.


    "Little Rock, Little Rock!" Zhao Yicheng''s voice awakened her from her bewilderment: "what''s the matter with you?"


    Sun Xiaoyan shook his head in a daze and watched the two people''s back.


    Why did the man Why do you have such terrible eyes?


    the two walked forward one after another, and the silence seemed dignified. In the silence, only the creaking sound of the wooden floor under their feet could be heard.


    In front of the wall lamp more and more dim, almost difficult to penetrate the rich like the solid darkness, can only reluctantly emit a dark yellow halo, illuminate a small area of the wall.


    The cold and gloomy air, like tarsal bone marrow, climbs up the human tail vertebrae.


    Mo Yimeng stops.


    In front of the corridor, there was a teddy bear standing upright.


    Its brown hair is sparse, limbs barely hanging on the limbs, missing an eye, the only remaining black eye gray, crooked to sew on the face.


    It slanted half of the incomplete body, with the only remaining, covered with dust and cracks eyes quietly watching Mo Yi.


    It was the teddy bear that had appeared in his room.


    Mo Yi''s back suddenly gave out a thin layer of cold sweat.


    Behind him came Song Qi''s deep voice: "what''s the matter?"


    His voice made Mo Yi shake his mind.


    The next second he looked, the corridor was empty.


    The teddy bear just disappeared.


    Mo Yi is a little worried. He opens his mouth and turns around in his heart. His voice is a little hoarse:


    "you Have you seen... "


    "-- what?" The child''s clear and crisp voice sounded in his ears, with the child''s unique innocence, took over his words and asked softly.


    These two words are very close, as if whispering in his ear!


    Mo Yi''s scalp explodes and turns back at the fastest speed!


    There was nothing behind him.


    There is no song Qi, no light, no corridor, no retreat.


    There is nothing literally.


    Only boundless, devouring all the light of the dark, silently open arms, devouring him.


    Mo Yi''s whole body is stiff and cold, and the fine sweat slowly seeps out from his forehead.


    His dry larynx moved and turned to look at the remaining corridor.


    The corridor was long and dark, and there was a closed door in front of him, which was his destination.


    Mo Yi subconsciously clenched his hand. The edge of the ancient key was hard and cold, and it hurt faintly in his palm.


    There is no way back now.


    He settled down and went to the door.


    The dusty wooden door stands quietly at the end of the corridor. The sign on the door has been eroded and blurred, but it still vaguely recognizes the English characters:


    "Dean''s office".


    Some rusty long and thin keys were inserted into the lock holes, making a small and crisp metal collision sound. Mo Yi pressed his fingers and listened to a slight "click". The door opened in response.


    The smell of dust came to my face.


    Mo Yi pauses, reaches out to push the door wider, and then goes in without hesitation.


    Unexpectedly, the light inside the door is still bright. The light illuminates the spacious room through the dust covered lampshade. The antique dark green wallpaper is wrinkled, but it is clean and decent.


    The low ceiling is somewhat uneven, with a few dirty water stains.


    The room was full of tables, chairs and cabinets, looking messy.


    Mo Yi goes forward and rummages the sundries piled on the table.


    There are a lot of things, but they are of little value.


    He squatted down and opened the drawer under the table.


    In the drawers lie many wrinkled documents, which are randomly stacked together. Mo Yi browses them quickly. Among them, a rough piece of brown paper catches his eyes: Iris municipal orphanage, which was built in 1913.


    The whole picture of the orphanage is painted with grandiose brush strokes. At the brand-new gate of the orphanage, a row of orphans and nursing workers all show a brilliant smile.


    The following lines are blurred.Mo Yi pursed his lips and put the pile of documents back into the drawer.


    In fact, this building is rather shoddy. In many places, even if he is a layman, he can see that he is cutting corners. It is a miracle that it can last about 20 or 30 years.


    And now it appears, though shabby, it still needs to be complete.


    It seems that there is no big deviation from the age he estimated at first.


    But apart from this, there are no valuable clues.


    Mo Yi''s mood can''t help but feel a little urgent. He pushed the drawer back, turned to open the cabinet beside the wall, and then quickly buried his head to look for it.


    No No No


    His brow was tight, and a deep mark of thought was imprinted between his brows.


    A few hot drops of sweat slowly slid down his temples, along the lines of his face, and dropped into his collar.


    Mo Yi''s men keep moving, but they are obviously anxious.


    No specific files or documents of orphans can be found anywhere.


    All of a sudden, Mo Yi''s action was stiffly.


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 Chapter 60

    Mo Yi put the flashlight in his hand on the windowsill. His fingers trembled slightly. He quickly zipped his backpack and took out the metal music box.


    He lifted the lid off the music box and slid his fingers skillfully around the velvet cushion.


    Just listening to a light click of "Ka", the cassette was opened by him.


    The necklace lay quietly in the velvet box, and the mottled silver chain and pendant, which had not yet blackened, shimmered in the light of a flashlight.


    Mo Yi picked out the chain from the box with his fingers, and the rusty picture frame hinge opened automatically with his action, revealing the black and white fuzzy smiling faces of the two children inside.


    He looked up and made sure - it was a black-and-white photograph.


    So The hidden plot in this copy, at least, happened after the 19th century.


    Mo Yi frowned slowly, and his deep black eyes flashed with a thoughtful look.


    The last major outbreak of plague in Europe was the great plague of London in 1665, in which the population of London was reduced by almost a fifth.


    After the 17th century, the Black Death basically disappeared in Europe. Except for a small number of small-scale cases of plague death in some places, there was no outbreak of epidemic spreading to many countries and regions.


    But Whether it''s the giant mice, the beak mask, or the nursery rhyme just now, all point to the black death, which once plundered a third of Europe''s population.


    Mo Yi looked at the silver pendant hanging in his palm, and his lips pressed tightly.


    In the mind is like a tangled tangle of thread, can not sort out the thread, can not find the key thread.


    He took a deep breath, covered the music box and put it back in his backpack, but left the pendant in his hand.


    Don''t know why, Mo Yi always thinks he should use it later.


    But It doesn''t seem to be the right way to hang it around your neck.


    Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then pulled up his sleeve, ready to wrap it around his wrist.


    But as soon as his sleeve was lifted up, he was stunned.


    I saw a silver ribbon wrapped around his wrist, which was tightly attached to his pale skin, which had never seen the sun for a long time, with a light light light like running water, as if that was where it should be.


    However, Mo Yi clearly remembers that after the end of the last copy, he left the novice gift bag of kengda at home, and did not prepare to take it into the next copy.


    But it came in.


    Mo Yi reached out his finger and touched the ribbon, which was slightly warm with body temperature. It seemed that there was no weight and thickness on it.


    he tried to move his wrist again, without any sense of stagnation. It seemed that there was no ribbon around his wrist.


    He never found a ribbon on his wrist that he shouldn''t follow.


    Although I don''t know what the novice gift bag is and what it''s used for, since it doesn''t hinder his own action, it''s not his priority for the moment.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, put down his sleeve, and then wrapped the pendant around his other wrist.


    He lowered his hand and picked up the flashlight he had set aside.


    The aperture stayed for a few seconds on the wall with the blood characters written on it. Mo Yi looked at it deeply, as if to engrave the contents on it into his mind.


    he took a deep breath and then turned his gaze around the room and looked at the house carefully.


    The interior of the room is piled with a lot of debris, thick dust accumulated on it, it looks particularly dirty and decadent.


    Mo Yi approached and carefully identified it. He found that it was a pile of splintered wood and iron pieces, which were piled up on the ground in a random way. It seemed that the fragments of chairs or beds were scattered on the ground.


    It is covered with a large gray sheet, half covered with a pile of debris, thick dust accumulated on the sheet, almost can not see the color.


    Moy paused, reached out his hand and lifted the sheet.


    The dust was raised all over the sky in an instant. He coughed repeatedly. After a long time, the dust settled down. Mo Yi covered his mouth and nose with the back of his hand, frowned and looked at the place covered by the sheets.


    In the middle of the hill, which was made up of pieces of wood and iron, it was actually hollow - it was only covered by sheets all the time, so the following situation could not be seen.


    Mo Yi fixed his eyes and was startled.


    Under the illumination of the flashlight shaking light, in the middle of the open space, there are countless white bones in the middle of the space. Under the light, there is a sense of chill.


    A smell of decay mixed with the smell of dust came to my face in an instant, and this indescribable stench almost stopped breathing.Mo Yi tried to resist the nausea from the bottom of his heart and moved forward again. His dark eyes were staring at the strange looking bones.


    He picked up a long and thin piece of wood next to him and gently touched the bones on the ground.


    The bones are very small and do not belong to humans.


    Thanks to the complete preservation of the bones, and to the fact that he had not completely forgotten all the introductory anatomy books he had been reading when he was bored, Mo Yi vaguely recognized the shapes of the bones of cats, birds and frogs.


    Why are there so many?


    And why are there so many?


    Mo Yi frowned tightly. A faint thought crossed his mind, but it was fleeting. When he looked back, he had disappeared and was hard to capture.


    He put the stick back in his hand and made a crash in the dark.


    With his action, the flashlight in his hand inadvertently moves up and just stops on the ceiling.


    Mo Yi subconsciously raised his head, and his eyes also fell on the place illuminated by the flashlight aperture. He couldn''t help but feel a little stunned.


    He turns his wrist and sets the slightly offset aperture at a point on the ceiling.


    It''s an iron ring hook, which is embedded in the uneven ceiling. If you look carefully, there are four black cracks on the surface which is too dirty to distinguish the color once. There are four black gaps blocked by dust. If you don''t look carefully, you can''t tell.


    Mo Yi''s eyes brightened -- the secret door.


    He came close to the wall, quickened his pace, and walked around the room, searching eagerly for something on the walls around him.


    Finally, in the deep shadow cast by the crooked window frame, Mo Yi found what he wanted to look for.


    It was a long iron hook with a crooked handle more than one meter long. On the top of it was a small iron hook, which was hooked on the nails on the wall beside the window frame, and was deeply hidden in the dark, overlapping with the edge of shadow.


    If it is not deliberately sought, it may never be found.


    Mo Yi took the hook off the wall and lifted it over his head. The tip of the hook just caught in the raised iron ring on the ceiling.


    He pulled hard down.


    With a gust of acrid wood rubbing and rusty metal, the ceiling, framed by four crevices, became loose and dusted, and then it was yanked open.


    The wooden ladder that should have been lowered slowly with the opening of the secret door, or because the time was too long and the loose bearing could no longer bear its weight, it suddenly fell down under the action of gravity and hit Mo Yi in the head.


    If he didn''t react quickly, he would have been hit and bleeding.


    Looking at the heavy wooden ladder, Mo Yi''s breath can''t help but be short of breath, quite some illusion of escape from death.


    The mist standing behind him slowly drew back the legs that had been stepped out and the hand that had been stretched out half way. A silent sigh of relief was released, and the jaw line, which was strained by tension, was also relaxed.


    He retreated back into the darkness as if it were his domain.


    A pair of light gray eyes seriously and attentively stare at the tall and straight figure not far away, as if to see the only light source in the dark, with palpitating paranoia.


    Mo Yi, with his back to the fog, knew nothing about the sight behind him, but looked up carefully into the dark door on the ceiling.


    The dark door was dark, and the scene inside could not be seen on the ground. Only the cold and gloomy wind faintly sent from the dark door reverberated in my ears.


    In fact, this kind of secret door is found in many foreign rooms, which leads to the attic which is responsible for loading sundries.


    And in the copy It''s not just packing stuff.


    Mo Yi sighs in secret, and then reaches out his hand to hold the wooden stairs and slowly climbs up.


    The cold air over the head, sent the smell of rotten wood, mixed with shallow bloody gas, the wooden ladder under the foot gave out a harsh groan. It was too heavy to bear for years of disrepair, trembling, rustling down to the dust.


    The more upward, the darker.


    Mo Yi''s half body has been completely stretched up. Everything in front of him seems to be frozen in the darkness. Even if he shines with a flashlight, he can only see the fuzzy outline of the ups and downs in the darkness.


    There was a dead silence in my ears.


    He held the wooden ladder beside him with his palm, then continued to climb up, and the whole person entered the attic.


    Just as soon as his feet fell on the floor of the attic, without warning, a few lights like beans suddenly lit up in the attic, which startled Mo Yi.


    Firmly fixed in the attic in a few corners of the candle lit, dim candle light will be able to light the whole attic.


    The attic is not big. The narrow roof of strange shape is squeezed inward, which not only makes people almost unable to stand upright, but also greatly limits people''s sight, making Mo Yi totally unable to see the whole picture of the attic.In the closed space, the sense of depression becomes more and more intense.


    After Mo Yi bent down and walked forward a few steps, the space above his head suddenly became spacious.


    He straightened up his aching waist, but hit his head against a hard object.


    Mo Yi was caught off guard and couldn''t help but moan bitterly. He stepped back a few steps and looked at him carefully.


    he saw a huge goat skull hanging on the wall, and the dark holes looked down on him coldly. Beside the skull, the complete bones of ten small animals were hung with thin wires. The white bones reflected the fire light and made a slight collision sound.


    The attic windows were wide open, and from this angle one could see the immense darkness outside.


    Like a grave.


    By the dim light of the candle, Mo Yi saw several pieces of yellow paper covered with dust scattered on the ground. The handwriting on the paper was densely written on it. Under the candlelight, it was very fuzzy.


    Mo Yi held his breath and bent down to pick up the paper. Just as he was about to read it carefully, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the countdown outside the window


    - three minutes before the end of the hour.


    Mo Yi can''t help but feel tight. He breathes a little. Then he quickly picks up the paper piled on the ground. Without looking at it carefully, he puts them all into his bag.


    He quickened his pace towards the wooden ladder.


    If he had guessed correctly before


    Nursery rhymes are coming again.


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 Chapter 61

    Mo Yi speeds up the pace, goes to the dark door, and climbs down the wooden ladder that hasn''t been put away.


    Just after landing, I saw the fog standing in the window and watching him quietly. The light blue light emitted by the countdown outside the window came in, and it was plated on his side face. Even his light gray pupils reflected a little light blue light.


    He held up a knuckled finger, gently pressed it on his lip, and made a mouth pattern:


    Shhh.


    Mo Yi eyes a Lin, stopped the action in the hand, attentively listens.


    Only heard a sound of slow friction outside the door, as if something was crawling against the ground. The wooden floor with carpet made a dull squeak, which was very strange in the darkness and stillness.


    In the distance came the shallow humming, which was not thin wall and door, and could not be heard clearly.


    The soft male voice is getting closer and closer. The indistinct repeated humming is introduced into the eardrum through the boundless darkness, which vaguely affects the human heart and nerve.


    It''s too late to leave the second floor.


    Mo Yi stares at the dark door and holds his breath subconsciously.


    Darkness and silence sharpened his senses. Even the slightest sound could enter his mind, as if everything around him had been magnified and magnified without limit.


    The beating of the heart is like a drum beating. It is contracting and pulsating, hitting his ears faster and faster, mixing with his deliberately lowered breath, shaking every nerve of his body.


    The sound of friction is getting closer and closer, and the sound of "Chucha" appears regular and monotonous. The sound of friction seems to be mixed with the sound of rolling and scratching.


    The soft male voice is singing a vague nursery rhyme in a low voice, which makes people feel scared at the bottom of my heart.


    A pale hand picked up the door frame, and the black muddy blood flowed slowly down the twisted door frame. Then, the hand suddenly fell and advanced a large part into the door.


    Mo Yi couldn''t help breathing. His eyes seemed to be pulled by him and stayed firmly on his hand.


    The whole arm was exposed - including a clean, flat fracture at the back of the arm.


    This is a broken arm that can move itself!


    Pale fingers clung to the cracks in the floor and wriggled forward, leaving behind a thick tar colored bloodstain.


    The sound of purr was heard.


    A head rolled to the door, a pale face pressed against the floor, and looked at Mo Yi standing in the room without expression.


    A pair of dark, no emotion turbid eyes seem not to focus in general, people can not help but cold.


    He squirmed his pale lips and hummed softly:


    " he-had-left-legs-and-arms-lying-all-over-the-room¡­¡­¡±


    Mo Yi''s breath is short, and he slowly clenches his hands according to the wooden stairs. His muscles in his arms exert force secretly. His eyes are tightly fixed on the terrible scene in front of him, and his face is tight.


    He''s waiting.


    The split body wriggled up with him, and his legs and feet with neat fracture came into Mo Yi''s view. His limbs, which were originally climbing towards the stairway, changed their direction and moved towards Mo Yi.


    The pale head rolled in.


    "There-was-a-man, a-very-untidy-man."


    Mo Yi''s thoughts flashed like lightning in his mind, and he found the corresponding content in his mind.


    He no longer stayed a second longer, climbing the wooden ladder, climbing up with the fastest speed.


    The heart beat desperately in the chest, almost to the throat. Mo Yi''s remaining light saw that the pale hand attacking him also accelerated the speed and rushed straight to him.


    It''s only a fraction of a millimeter away that can hold him by the corner!


    Just then, the mist, which had been standing in the dark, moved, and he took a step forward.


    With his action, an endless gray fog suddenly spread behind him, squeezing every trace of air, surging forward with a clear distinction, emitting endless pressure and terror, and attacking the broken hand directly!


    The pale broken hand froze for a moment.


    The head also changed its expressionless face. A pale face was occupied by resentment and fear. It looked even more strange. A pair of turbid eyes were closely staring at the spreading fog, and there was no trace of bright pupil in the dark It''s full of fear.


    Taking advantage of the opportunity that it froze, Mo Yi quickened his speed and rushed up the attic with one last lunge. Then he stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the secret door and closed it with one force. The wooden staircase shrank and folded with his action, and the secret door was pulled up into the attic.


    The secret door closed tightly at last, blocking the treacherous sight from the pale head.


    Dust in their own side slowly stirring, the smell of blood more pungent.Mo Yi gasps, his eyes drooping, covering his tight pupils with a look of lingering palpitation in the center.


    He pressed his slightly trembling hand on the still vaguely shaking attic floor, and the rapid heartbeat and rapid breathing sound in his ears, almost occupied all his thoughts.


    Mo Yi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.


    It was too close.


    According to the experience of previous critical moments, if we do not get close enough, we will not be able to hear the specific content of nursery rhymes.


    This may be one of the rules in the replica that increases the difficulty in case they get the clue too easily.


    So when he was down there, he had to take risks.


    In previous experiences, besides him, there were other people on the scene. The targets of those monsters were scattered. In addition, he was very concerned about this kind of things, which made it easier to get clues.


    And this time, he was the monster''s only target.


    Mo Yiqu sat on the ground, slowly regaining his breath while sorting out his thoughts.


    there was a man, a very untidy man,


    who fingers could nowhere be found to put in his Tom.


    he had rolled his head far under the bed;


    He had left left left and arms lying all over the roo


    [there was a man, a very untidy man, whose fingers could not be found everywhere and could not be put into the grave. His head rolled deep into the bed, his hands and feet scattered all over the room. ¡¿


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes and fell on the dusty wood crevice on the floor of the attic, as if he wanted to penetrate the flimsy wood and look down.


    He breathed softly, listening to the friction of the ground downstairs, the rolling sound of his head, and the murmur of a murmur as he slowly left.


    The sound gets smaller and smaller, and then it fades away.


    Mo Yi let out a long breath, and his nervous system finally relaxed.


    At this time, the air in front of him suddenly appeared a shallow wave. Mo Yi was stunned, staring at it.


    Only the light gray fog slowly gathered, and then appeared a familiar figure in the open space of the attic.


    He looked normal, but his face was obviously quite pale. His pale gray eyes became more and more profound. When he was staring at people, he looked so focused that he was palpable.


    Mo Yi was stunned and thought of the scene he had just glimpsed before the dark door closed.


    -- the tall man stands in the thick gray fog, the outline of his face is blurred by the fog, and his cold eyes are full of momentum, which makes people suffocate with horror.


    Mo Yi almost recalled the silent terror he felt when he saw the slow spreading fog in the corridor of the first copy.


    He stood up with his palm on the wall beside him, walked a few steps in the direction of the fog, and asked with some hesitation:


    " Are you ok? "


    The face of the fog was calm and soft. The momentum just now seemed to have been completely restrained. It seemed that he was just a beautiful ordinary person, and he gave a low "um" sound.


    Mo Yi frowned.


    I don''t know if it is my own illusion, the body shape of fog It seems a little transparent compared to just now?


    The fog looked at him steadily and said, "the rule of the game is that I can''t get involved in any situation of the copy."


    He paused, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, adding, "the rules of the copy exclude me from it."


    Mo Yi thought of his first copy of the fatal fog that spread after the bell rang. He nodded and said he knew.


    Misty looked at him deeply and continued: "now if I have already disturbed some of the rules of the game, it has begun to repel me. If I stay in this copy in this state, the difficulty of the game will be greatly increased."


    At this time, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something and asked, "when the last copy is about to end, you disappeared for a long time. Is that why?"


    The lip line of mist is tight, nodded slowly.


    "Next, I will probably stay invisible in the real world and follow you. After all, in the replica, my power is still much stronger than in the real world, and my sleep time will be shorter."


    Mo Yi tightly frowned, a pair of extremely dark eyes fixed on him: "why?"


    The fog froze.


    "Why are you following me all the time?" he asked slowlyMo Yi took a step forward and approached him. His pale face was revealed. His dark eyes looked at him and continued: "in the copy, in the real world, even if you are excluded by the rules of the game, you have to follow me in an invisible form. Why do you want to do so?"


    He pauses and adds:


    "in the last copy, you owe me a question, remember?"


    The face of fog is still calm, but the light colored eyes do not know why with a trace of strange sadness.


    However, Mo Yi''s eyes were fixed again, and he returned to his calm and indifferent manner:


    "I can''t say."


    Mo Yi is not very surprised by this answer.


    He knows that the information control between players and players, players and non players is extremely strict, and it seems that he can not understand his own NPCs.


    He couldn''t help being a little discouraged.


    Just listen to the mist and say in a low voice:


    "but you know, I won''t hurt you."


    Mo Yi is stunned. He looks up at him, but he can see that his body is slowly disappearing. His light gray eyes like fog are also slowly scattered into the air, and several wisps of fog spread to him here.


    Next, he felt his pinkie tick lightly.


    Mo Yi sighed helplessly.


    ¡­¡­ All right.


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 Chapter 62

    Mo Yi reached out and pressed his backpack. There was a rustle of paper in the nylon cloth under his palm.


    He looked out of the window. In the dark sky, the countdown of blue light was slowly changing the last number, calculating the passing time one second orderly.


    A new hour begins.


    According to the speed of the monster, it may be downstairs now.


    Mo Yi unconsciously suffered from his fingers. His cold and sweaty touch seemed to stay in his palm, as if the thrilling scene had not ended.


    He took a deep breath, took a few steps towards the window, and set his flashlight on the dusty windowsill.


    Under the illumination of the flashlight''s cold halo, the tiny skeleton hanging in the air flashed with a cold halo. The goat skull hanging by the wall was staring at him with empty dark eyes, which looked very strange.


    Mo Yi takes a deep breath, staggers his sight, and then reaches out to open his backpack.


    Now that we have passed the dangerous period, the attic is relatively safe here.


    In such a difficult copy, this kind of opportunity is rare, but we should take good advantage of it.


    He took out the stack of paper that had been crammed into his backpack. The yellow paper was wrinkled by Mo Yigang''s rude action, and its edge was rolled up. It looked pathetic.


    Mo Yi carefully smoothes the creases on the paper and looks at it with the light of the flashlight.


    It''s a stack of writing paper.


    It was simply fixed in one corner, which did not scatter.


    It seems to have the same texture as the folded letter paper hidden in the music box.


    However, it is different from the crooked and slightly crazy handwriting on the paper. The rough yellowing paper is quite clean, and there is no other stain except the dust on it. It is written in beautiful English, feminine ink, rational and exquisite handwriting. From the choice of words and sentences, we can see that it has been well educated.


    Every letter was addressed to a man named Esther, but it never seemed to have been sent, signed or dated.


    Mo Yi read the above text:


    "Erica has a fever today. It seems that she has caught a cold. In addition, we are all very well. Don''t read it."


    He opened the next sheet of paper, and the crisp paper rustled under his fingers:


    "it''s still raining today, it''s been seven days, the clothes have not been dried, and today John has a fever and fell down, God bless you."


    It seems that the paper has been soaked in water, and the handwriting on it is a little fuzzy.


    Mo Yi''s heart has some vague guess.


    He pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then turned over the next one.


    The handwriting on this piece is scribbled and flustered. There are a lot of marks on the rolled up edge, and the more traces of daubing and changing:


    "the doctor came today, and they said Erica and John were typhoid. God, they are not eight years old. Please ask God to help them."


    The rest of the paper seems to be soaked in tears, crumpled letter paper some brittle, like a poor wrinkled dead leaves.


    The handwriting on the next one is more and more scribbled:


    "it''s still raining today, Erica and John are burning red all over. I''m by their side, and I can''t sleep all night. Their weak breath can almost tear my heart.


    I pray to God in the dark, let me take their place, just for a moment, take my life, let my children live... "


    Acute typhoid fever is an equally malignant disease, with a high mortality rate in those days, especially for children.


    What does this have to do with the plague, which has disappeared for nearly a hundred years?


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, frowned and opened the next one.


    The handwriting on the next one became more and more wild and scribbled: "the doctor said that he could do nothing, how could it be! waste material! Rubbish, impossible, my Erica and John, they will live for a hundred years. If anyone should die, it will be me


    The rest of the blank space of a whole piece of writing paper was full of "God please help me", which occupied all the spare space. A desperate and crazy mother seemed to be in front of her, which made me unable to read more.


    To my surprise, the next piece of paper is more blank and clean than this one, with only one line of small letters:


    "God doesn''t exist."


    Mo Yi''s heart is a little heavy, the palm of his hand subconsciously caresses the silver necklace wrapped in his wrists. The heavy pendant on the necklace sticks to his skin coldly and falls heavily.


    If there is no accident, the two pictures here are the two children who died of an acute typhoid fever.


    He ran his finger slowly across the rough edge of the bottom of the letter and compared it with the previous one.


    This letter paper is a little shorter than the last one, and it seems that some of it has been torn away.


    Maybe that''s the key to this copy.Mo Yi smoothed and unfolded the pieces of paper, then carefully stuffed them back into his backpack. He looked up at the jingling bones hanging in the attic.


    Dark eyes slightly convergence, pale face appears more and more bloodless.


    I hope his conjecture is wrong.


    Mo Yi picked up the flashlight placed on the window sill and roughly swept the whole attic. He was about to continue to look for any clues that he had not found just now -


    a familiar sound came out of the window.


    "Chucha" of friction, rolling, and soft and fuzzy hum.


    Mo Yi was stunned and went back to the half open window and looked down.


    On the bare and barren ground, the fragmented man who had just chased him was wriggling along the crooked path, and the bony dead wood beside him pointed to the dark sky, looking strange and strange.


    The man''s body next to several bloody amputated limbs, followed him to climb forward, leaving behind a deep and shallow bloodstain.


    The man slowly crawled into the suspended platform and disappeared into the vast darkness with his rolling head and wriggling body.


    However, to Mo Yi''s expectation, those who followed the men should be fresh limbs that once belonged to the players. They were in a different direction, wriggling and struggling to move forward there.


    Mo Yi was stunned and leaned out to look out.


    The broken limbs slowly crawled into the back and side of the house and disappeared into his sight. Only a long bloodstain remained behind, which looked particularly dazzling on the deserted land.


    According to previous experience, these bloodstains must disappear within ten minutes.


    Mo Yi suddenly turned around, lifted the secret door on the attic floor, and then quickly climbed down the wooden ladder and ran out with his fastest speed.


    The wooden floor with the dirty carpet creaked violently under his feet, and the thick dust was lifted up by his actions. The cold and humid air pressed against his cheek, penetrated into the thin clothes, and the wind filled his ears.


    Mo Yi ran across the corridor and came to the narrow and twisted staircase.


    He held the handle of the stairs with his hand, and the flashlight in his hand swayed violently with his action, and the aperture was not stable on the crooked stairs, which made people almost dizzy.


    The sounds of breathing and heartbeats mingle in a noisy tone, hitting the eardrum.


    Mo Yi''s lips are tight, the sharp lip line is tight, and a pair of extremely deep colored eyes are palpable.


    He ran down the stairs.


    Other players who were still alive were shocked to see him - when the split man came down the stairs, none of them thought that Mo Yi was alive.


    But he''s still alive?!


    Incredible!


    Mo Yi didn''t pay attention to the different faces of the people. Instead, he quickened his pace, pushed open the wooden door that had not been closed and rushed out.


    All the players left behind were staring at each other.


    Mo Yi ran out of the porch and breathed a sigh of relief - great, the blood has not disappeared.


    He still did not dare to slack off. He kept his speed just now, and walked quickly along the intermittent bright blood on the ground, and walked around the twisted room to the side.


    On the way, Mo Yi saw several bodies that were also drained of blood. Their eyeballs had disappeared. It should be the players who were killed by the deformed mice after they ran out.


    But, unexpectedly, the hands of the corpses were gone, and there was no trace of blood on the pale fracture.


    He frowned and continued to follow the spread of blood on the ground.


    Mo Yi walked to a place that he had not seen just now.


    Because the shape of this house is too strange, the vertical and horizontal walls and the twisted and protruding room block people''s sight. If you just walk around the house, it is almost impossible to find a strange land behind the overlapping walls.


    The smell of blood is getting stronger.


    Mo Yi walked forward a few steps, and the soil under his feet felt moist.


    Different from the vast barren loess outside, the ground here presents a strange dark red.


    Mo Yi squatted down and picked up some soil in his hand. His fingers twisted gently, and a moist red appeared on his white fingertips.


    Blood.


    The whole land here is dyed with blood.


    Mo Yi stood up and looked around the land, barely recognizing that the window protruding half of the corner was the kitchen on the first floor.


    He frowned.


    According to the rough map in his mind, the land - probably in the center of the whole house.


    The bloodstains on the ground slowly infiltrated into the moist soft soil, and the visible traces slowly disappeared.


    Mo Yi walked forward a few steps, and the shape of the land was more clearly revealed in front of him.In the middle of the land, there are two small mounds of earth. The color of the soil above is the most bright red. It seems that it has just been watered with blood.


    In front of the mound stood two crude tombstones with two familiar names:


    "Erica".


    "John.".


    In front of the tombstone, there is less than half of the torn letter paper. Mo Yi walks up to it and picks it up. It''s the other part of the last piece of writing paper that is incomplete.


    It''s almost soaked in blood, and only a few faint words can be recognized:


    "Dear Esther, God has taken you away from me, and I will never allow him to take our children again."


    "- I will do whatever it takes."


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 Chapter 63

    The rough and yellowing writing paper was wet with blood, and the dry dark red blood overlapped with the fresh red, which pricked the retina.


    The ink handwriting stained with blood looks rational and calm, but it seems that there is a ruthless force between the lines, which is calm after the extreme sadness, and the madness after the calmness to the extreme.


    Mo Yi stares at the note in front of him, and is speechless for a moment.


    He pursed his lips, moistened his dry throat and put the note away.


    Mo Yi turns his eyes and continues to observe the grave in front of him.


    The two small mounds happened to be in the middle of the whole open space. The strong smell of rust mixed with the smell of wet soil came into the nasal cavity, almost forcing people to stop breathing.


    Mo Yi frowned without a trace, walked slowly around the raised grave, and looked at the scene in front of him.


    When he came to the side of the tomb, he couldn''t help being a little stunned.


    The moist soil of the mound is soft and brand-new. It seems that it has just been turned over from below. The thick blood drips down the section of the soil layer and seeps into the soil under it silently.


    Mo Yi''s eyes are heavy. He continues to walk backward, and his sight becomes clearer when he loses the tomb bag.


    There is a big hole in the top of the land, which shows the deep black chamber.


    The smell of blood is more and more strong, and the blood gas in the air can almost condense into substance, which makes people''s senses feel sharp and painful, and deeply engrave the marks that are hard to ignore.


    Mo Yi held his breath slightly, and slowly stepped forward towards the open tomb chamber. He leaned forward slightly and looked into the dark and dark tomb chamber --


    his eyes suddenly turned to a pair of straight eyes!


    Mo Yi can''t help but be surprised, subconsciously back a few steps.


    The intense pulse of blood and the beating of his heart pounded the eardrum. Mo Yi felt that his heart could almost jump out of his throat, and his rapid breathing could be heard clearly.


    He was determined.


    Calm down and think back, those eyes are muddy and inanimate, there should be a great probability that they are not living people.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, turned on the flashlight and shone into the tomb.


    The light of the flashlight was printed on the dark red soil at the edge of the tomb, then moved slowly inward, and finally stopped on a pale face covered with soil.


    His face was slightly distorted by fear, and his pale skin was dirty with mud and blood. His turbid eyes were wide open and looked into the void. There was no light in his dazed pupil, and he gazed straight at the edge of the tomb chamber.


    It''s a complete head.


    Under the head, there is a half broken neck and a large area of skin and muscles. There is no blood seeping from the pale fracture. The bright red muscles and white bones appear in the light of the flashlight, as if they were forcibly torn from the neck.


    Mo Yi is stunned, turn the flashlight, shine to that twisted dirty face again.


    After careful identification, he recognized the face hidden under the mud and blood.


    This is one of the players.


    Mo Yi still remembers that twisted man step by step from the dark, this player died before the crazy roar and struggle, as well as endless blood and dazzling red.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.


    He moved his wrist, and the flashlight moved down with his movements, and the whole picture of the tomb was revealed.


    On the short and narrow walls inside each tomb, there are several huge incisions, which almost completely cover the whole tomb. Strange and twisted lines crisscross, and dark red blood gathers in the depression of the line.


    Although Mo Yi didn''t recognize the meaning of this symbol, it was indisputable that it was related to Western demonology and mysticism according to the inverted pentagram in the symbol and the sheep horn with simple lines.


    Now there''s an explanation for the tiny animal bones in the attic and the huge goat skull.


    Mo Yi subconsciously tightened his fingers.


    He''s been in the attic before.


    After all What does a person believe when he thinks God doesn''t exist?


    The devil.


    The desperate mother who lost her child chose to sacrifice to the devil to revive her child.


    What is a little boy made of? Frogs and snails and puppies'' tails.


    What is a little girl made of? Sugar and spices and all the good things.


    So it is in the nursery rhyme.


    In reality, there are people who want to recreate a little boy and a little girl.


    It''s just that she doesn''t use harmless frogs, snails, candy, spices - it''s human flesh and blood.


    Above the dark brown ground, parts of the bodies of the previously dead players are arranged neatly on the wet soil of the tomb chamber, with heads, hands, elbows, and other parts vacant.But Why is it that there are only three parts of the body in it after four times of killing.


    Mo Yi droops his eyes to think, and continues to get closer to the interior of the tomb. His dark eyes become more and more focused, searching for any clues that may be missed.


    The flashlight''s aperture lingered for a moment under the head, illuminating a bloody piece of meat, half buried in the wet soil, which was exactly where the shoulder was supposed to be.


    There is no problem with the number now.


    In the first nursery rhyme, the twisted head of a man is pulled off; in the second nursery rhyme, the corpse of a blind mouse who has lost his hands after plundering; in the third nursery rhyme, the flesh bitten by the mouse in the beak mask on the player''s shoulder; and in the fourth nursery rhyme, the elbow leaping forward with the fragmented man.


    Each nursery rhyme corresponds to a body part.


    Mo Yi stood up, stamped some stiff and numb feet, raised his eyes, and glanced at another tomb.


    With the faint light of the flashlight, we can see the almost same pattern in another tomb.


    Mo Yi frowned slowly, and his slender fingers subconsciously rubbed the slightly rough surface of the cold flashlight in his palm. His heart became more and more cloudy, as if there was a thin layer of mist lingering in front of him, blocking his eyes and interfering with his sight.


    At this time, his remaining light caught a glimpse of a corner of the earth that did not match the surrounding color.


    Mo Yi was slightly stunned and took a few steps in that direction.


    In the light of a flashlight, this time he could see what was hidden in the soil - it was a yellow corner of paper, half buried in the soil, and it seemed to be densely covered with handwriting.


    He took a deep breath, made psychological preparation for himself, and then reached out to squat on the ground and put his hand out to the tomb chamber.


    The mud soaked with blood makes a sticky sound under the soles of his feet. Mo Yi stretches his arms, and his upper body slowly plunges into the half man high tomb.


    The shadow and darkness covered his eyes, the huge smell of blood and the smell of rotten and wet soil suddenly came to his face. The cold feeling surrounded his body, and the extreme sensory stimulation wrapped him, almost forcing him to stop breathing.


    The pale and mutilated corpse was close at hand.


    Mo Yi forced himself to stagger his eyes and focus on the paper hidden in the soil.


    His body pressed lower.


    The front of his finger touched the rough surface of paper and scratched his finger pulp hard.


    Mo Yi moved his fingers with difficulty. He grabbed a corner of the paper with his index and middle fingers, and then pulled it out of the soil.


    Yu Guangli, he seems to see the pale head next to him, eyes slowly move a grid, out of focus and turbid pupil slowly look at him.


    Mo Yi was startled. He didn''t know where the strength came from. He supported the ground with his other hand and suddenly pulled his upper body up!


    He staggered back a few steps, hot beads of sweat sliding down the cold temples, his hands trembling with excessive force.


    Just now the numbness of the meridian is just introduced into the brain by the dull nerve, and it hurts a lot.


    While breathing, Mo Yi looks after the tomb with the light of the flashlight.


    The head, covered with mud and blood, lay quietly at the bottom of the tomb, with a pair of muddy eyes staring at the sky, as if the scene just seen was just an illusion.


    Mo Yi''s chest is still rapidly fluctuating. The strange and cold breath is like a hand holding his heart tightly, and then slowly tightening, bringing a feeling of almost powerless suffocation.


    He closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, and with his still trembling fingers, he opened the paper stained with blood and mud.


    Although the paper is a little wrinkled, the handwriting is particularly clear. The clear ink handwriting looks calm and rational, and the mixture of Latin and English makes it very difficult to understand.


    The paper was painted with a number of strange and complicated symbols, almost exactly the same as those in the tomb. Mo Yi frowned and recognized several simple Latin characters.


    Lunae means Monday, followed by the word caput.


    Head.


    Mo Yi raised his head, his eyes subconsciously across the dark sky, and saw the familiar blue countdown shining in the deep and thick darkness.


    Time


    Time!


    Mo Yi Leng for a second, looking at the paper in his hands, suddenly realized.


    A pair of very dark eyes flashing a compelling light, focused and bright, in the pale face like two cold stars.


    In this copy, time is the biggest clue.


    Not long ago, he had made a hypothesis based on his previous experience and the reminder at the beginning of the game: Solomon; Grandy''s life is seven days, and the copy time is exactly seven hours, so the nursery rhyme in each hour corresponds to every day of Solomon grandi''s life.And now he saw in the tomb here, parts of the organs of the people they had killed that monsters had taken away.


    So They kill people according to time and bring organs corresponding to time here.


    To complete the sacrifice.


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 Chapter 64

    Mo Yi looks at the grave in front of him. His dark eyes are deeply covered under his eyelashes, and his thin lips are tightly pursed into a pale radian.


    His face was so pale that it was almost impossible to guess his thoughts.


    Under the dark and dark sky, the twisted wall tightly surrounds a narrow and narrow land. The soft and moist soil looks strange dark red under the light blue light overhead, as if there is blood flowing.


    Mo Yi looks down at the paper in his hand.


    In one corner of the manuscript, in clean ink, was a little Latin word: clavicula.


    Although he didn''t know much about the ancient language, he could still guess what it meant according to the clues given by the copy so far.


    clavicula salomonis¡£


    The key to Solomon.


    In Jewish legend, King Solomon got the ability to summon and enslave demons, and wrote their incantations and rituals in this book. It is said that according to the records of this book, King Solomon can summon demons with real price.


    It is a famous black magic book in mystics.


    However, according to the subsequent research, the existing key to Solomon should have been written by medieval demonologists and warlocks in the name of King Solomon, rather than King Solomon himself.


    In addition, its earliest manuscripts appeared in the fourteenth century. After that, due to the mistakes in copying and translation, the real original could not be tested. Therefore, it is difficult to really talk about its practicability.


    Mo Yi droops his eyes, his lips are tight, and his fingers unconsciously rub the thin piece of paper in his hand.


    Under the fingertips, the rough and brittle paper surface was stained with light body temperature, and reflected the light under the flashlight.


    -- and the small half of the transcript that appears in this copy


    According to the possible follow-up development of the hidden plot in this copy, it is possible that something extraordinary has been summoned.


    It must not have been a poor print circulating in the market at that time.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath. Suddenly, he felt that the thin piece of paper in his hand was a little heavy, and even the shallow body temperature on it seemed a little hot.


    He tucked the manuscript, which was almost impossible to read, into his backpack, and then walked a few steps around the open grave in the grave, casting his eyes again into the dark chamber.


    His pale head was covered with blood, and half of his face was buried in the soil at the bottom of the tomb. His half face was straight toward the outside of the tomb. His half open and turbid eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white haze, casting an empty look at Mo Yi.


    Even with psychological preparation, Mo Yi can''t help but shrink.


    The head was clearly in the other direction.


    And within a few minutes of his inattention, the mutilated corpse, which was not angry at all, moved its position and again turned its face towards him.


    An unexplained chill rose from the sole of the foot in an instant, like gangrene attached to the bones, climbing along the meridians to the back of the spine, and a burst of cold behind the neck.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and turned his eyes.


    Since entering the game, he encountered a variety of strange things can be said to emerge in endlessly, even if he has done enough psychological preparation, the body will still be uncontrolled, giving the most primitive real response.


    After all, it''s hard to get used to the feeling that the materialist world view has been subverted for more than 20 years.


    He looked deeply around the whole open space, as if to engrave all the scenery in his mind, then turned and walked out.


    Outside the house is more elusive and variable than inside. The longer you stay outside, the more unsafe it will be.


    Mo Yi finally took a look at the light blue countdown hanging above his head, pursed his lips and walked inward.


    The foot suddenly bumps into something hard, which is especially obvious in the soft and water rich soil, and it is obvious to step on it.


    He was stunned and looked down at his feet.


    In the dark red soil, a lot of pale bones were buried in the shallow ground. The thin soil layer above was kicked apart with his action just now, revealing the small dense white bones under it.


    Mo Yi raised his head thoughtfully and took a look at the open space surrounded by the narrow and twisted walls.


    At this time, he found some clues It seems that in every corner of the land, there is such a small and inconspicuous earth bag, which is exactly five in total.


    This land It seems to be an inconspicuous Pentagon.


    Mo Yi''s brows wrinkled tightly. He raised his head and quickly looked around the wall around the whole land, sketching the internal shape of the whole house in his heart.


    The next second, he was so stunned that he could not help looking at the twisted and narrow walls and the strange shape of the room in front of him again to make sure that he was not wrong.


    There are two rooms on the first floor and three rooms on the second floor. If we connect the general shape and direction of their extension, we can see that the square Pentagon land can form a complete inverse pentagram.And these two tombs are right in the middle of the pentagram.


    The only variable is the kitchen.


    It is not included in the system of the pentagram, but extends out obliquely, blocking the road to the land, which is extremely difficult to find,


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows are slightly heavy. It seems that he has to search the kitchen again.


    But before that, he had some unresolved clues.


    Mo Yi looks down at the bones in the soil beside his feet, then squats down and carefully whisks away the soil that is slowly oozing blood on the white bones, revealing the whole picture of the bones under it.


    The bones of several small animals are exposed. The small skulls and complete slender tailbones are half buried in the soil, and there are several complete small skeletons under them. The slender phalanges are exactly the same as the corpses in the attic, which looks surprisingly familiar.


    Mo Yi doesn''t even need to distinguish them carefully to know what species they come from -


    cats and frogs.


    Small animal bones in the dark red soil flashing a strange light, bright color contrast deeply stinging people''s eyes.


    At this time, Mo Yi felt his little thumb was gently hooked.


    The familiar soft touch wrapped around his fingertips and successfully pulled him out of his mind.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and looked up at the sky. The thick, irreducible darkness seemed to be flowing faintly, absorbing all the light, leaving only a black hole like hole. The twinkling countdown in the sky looked even more dazzling.


    He has been out for nearly half an hour.


    The palm of the hand was once again soft and soft, and the cool touch meandering along the arc of Mo Yi''s wrist bone, as if to remind something.


    Mo Yi did not delay any longer, but ran quickly to the corridor in front of the house. He did not dare to stop at his feet for a moment, and gradually accelerated his pace.


    He soon passed through the barren land and followed the long narrow road into the porch.


    The darkness behind it seemed to move faintly.


    Mo Yi''s heart suddenly burst out, reached out to push the door plank of the strange shape, lifted a leg to stride into the house.


    The wooden door closed behind him, and the candle light lit up in the dark room lit his eyes slightly. The familiar smell of rotten wood and dust was introduced into his nose. Mo Yi, who was almost unable to smell because of the strong smell of blood, could not help but take a deep breath and relax his tight muscles.


    The peace of mind after returning to the enclosed space enveloped him.


    Mo Yi blinked. After applying the light in the room, he couldn''t help being scared.


    All the survivors looked at him in shock, half in disbelief and half in disbelief. Everyone was staring at him as if he had seen some rare animal.


    People''s eyes make Mo Yi such as mang stab in the back, he moved a step, but found that people''s eyes followed him also moved a grid.


    Mo Yi thought for a moment, raised a hand awkwardly and said stiffly:


    " Hi? "


    All of them said, "well


    At this time, Yu Ran comes up from the rear of the crowd. After seeing Mo Yi, her eyes can''t help but stare. She quickly steps forward and says with some hesitation:


    "on you?"


    Mo Yi can''t help being stunned when he hears the speech, and looks down at himself along with Yu Ran''s eyes.


    As a result of the search for clues on that land, his clothes were stained with blood seeping from the soil. The light colored coat was covered with fresh bloodstains. The scarlet color looked shocking. The soles of his shoes were splashed with blood and mud, and even his fingers were stained with blood.


    It''s like a holocaust.


    In other words - like a freak killer just finished.


    Mo Yi is helpless. He looks up at Yu Ran and asks, "do you have any paper towels?"


    In dye Leng Leng Leng, nodding, from his backpack out of a few wet paper towel handed to Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi took over the paper towel and wiped his fingers simply and quickly. The paper towel was quickly dyed with a large amount of light red, which looked startling.


    He didn''t take care of his clothes and trousers. After all, they were soaked in blood. It is estimated that he can''t save them by wiping them again.


    Yu ran on one side took a few steps, half surprised and half doubted, and said, "you actually survived. Just now I saw that man with scattered limbs climbing down the stairs. I thought..."


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at her with a smile:


    "think I''m dead?"


    There is no special meaning in his eyes, but Yu Ran is just a hot cheek that he looks at. He is not sure what to say.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked around the crowd. Seeing that they were uncomfortable, he kept away from his eyes and continued to say:


    "there is no insecurity in the upstairs as expected. As long as you avoid the handover every hour, don''t encounter the monster head-on."Mo Yi put the wipes back into the package bag and put them in the side pocket of his backpack. Ignoring the colorful faces of the people, Mo Yi walked forward to the dark corridor beside the stairs.


    Yu Ran''s heart suddenly breaks out, and he says, "you Where are you going now? "


    Mo Yi stepped forward and slightly turned his face, revealing a small half of his pale face with smooth lines. His voice was slightly low:


    "kitchen."


    Yu Ran takes a deep breath and seems to have made up her mind. She follows her inner intuition, speeds up a few steps and keeps up with the straight back of the man in front of her. Then she says:


    "come on, I''ll go with you."


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    Mo Yi didn''t expect that Yu Ran would ask him to go with him. He couldn''t help but feel a little stunned. He turned to face the woman behind him.


    A bipolar deep eye is like a shallow coolness. When he looks at it attentively, there will always be an illusion of no escape.


    Yu Ran can''t help but be excited and straightened up.


    Mo Yi looks at her and seems to be thinking about something, and then he laughs nonchalantly:


    "it''s OK."


    After that, he turned to turn on his flashlight and continued to walk into the corridor.


    Looking at the straight and thin figure of the man in front of him, Yu Ran gives a slight sigh of relief and relaxes his tight shoulders.


    I don''t know why, in front of this man, she always subconsciously tenses up She''s the older one.


    But


    Yu Ran''s face flashed subconsciously in Yu Ran''s mind.


    Under the mild appearance, calm and alienation are covered. The dark eyes are always rational and indifferent. Although most of the time, they are silent, but once they open their mouth, they will hit the nail on the head.


    Cautious and bold, every step seems to have been carefully considered, but it can always make unexpected decisions.


    Straight and focused like an arrow, always seems to know the next direction.


    But his too young face makes it impossible to mistake his age.


    Yu Ran couldn''t see through him, so the more he realized that he was not simple.


    Her eyes were slightly deep, and her mind was full of complex thoughts. Then she quickened her pace to catch up with the figure in front of her that was almost in the dark.


    The air in the corridor became more and more turbid, and the smell of blood seemed to be more intense. It was mixed with the smell of rotten wood and fermented into a complex flavor. It was like living beings, and haunted people''s noses.


    The twisted and uneven corridor floor forms a strange angle with the wall, which almost makes people feel like walking in the space-time corridor of science fiction.


    They walked along the corridor one after another, the path in front of them was illuminated by the pale white light circle of flashlight.


    The wooden floor creaks at the foot, which sounds monotonous in the quiet and narrow corridor.


    At the end of the corridor is the kitchen.


    Mo Yi stands at the door. He stops his pace, looks around the familiar layout in the kitchen, and then starts to walk again and walks in.


    Yu Ran follows him closely and walks in as well.


    She pressed the corners of her lips and looked carefully around the kitchen.


    After Mo Yi went to the second floor just now, she once came here to look for clues, but it was too messy here. Many scattered clues were found, but they didn''t connect them together, so she had to leave.


    Yu Ran raises her eyes and looks at Mo Yi''s straight back. A pair of delicate Phoenix eyes flash through the contemplative look.


    This time Would it be any different?


    Mo Yi went to the large kitchen stove in the kitchen and looked at the familiar objects on the table.


    black iron pots and kitchenware were stacked together in disorder. A kitchen knife was embedded in the thick and thick chopping board, and the tail of a mouse was curled up on the table.


    But what is different from last time is that the blood along the joint between the kitchen knife and the chopping board has disappeared like other blood stains, and the long tail has dried up due to blood loss, showing a wrinkled dark red color.


    When Mo Yi came last time, his attention was almost completely attracted by the nursery rhymes nailed on the wall, so he hardly paid attention to other utensils on the table.


    This time he shifted his focus and examined every detail on the table.


    At this time, Mo Yi''s attention was attracted by an iron pot placed askew beside the chopping board. It was not big. It looked as dark as other kitchenware. It was quite casually lying on the edge of the table.


    But Its pot edge in the light of light, but presents a strange light color, like water stains in general.


    Mo Yi''s eyes sank, and he stretched out his finger to brush the edge of the iron pot.


    From the bottom of his fingertips came a cold and greasy feeling. He turned over his palm and saw that his finger belly was stained with a trace of bright blood.


    The white finger belly and a bloodstain on it look very bright contrast, almost stinging eyes.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly.


    In this copy, the blood of all the dead people is basically absorbed, and according to what he saw outside, the blood should have been introduced into the land, fed by the soil, and watered on two tombs.


    Even the blood fingerprints on the wooden door and the tail of the weird mouse were no exception.


    So why is there blood here?


    Mo Yi held out a hand and lifted the lid off the pot.


    A strong smell of blood came in an instant. The bright and strong smell of rust was full of rotten breath, which made people suffocate.Fortunately, Mo Yi was forced to get used to the smell when he was outside the house. He just frowned slightly and looked down at the pot.


    The black iron pot was filled with a large pot of blood. The dark red color was like flowing, thick and strange.


    Mo Yi gently shakes the edge of the iron pot with one hand. The blood in the pot instantly stirs up waves with his action, and a faint red mark is printed on the black wall of the pot, revealing the white bone precipitated in the pot.


    The tiny bones are full or scattered on the bottom of the pot. With Mo Yi''s actions, the shallow blood stains on the bottom of the pot disappear and slide, showing their complete appearance.


    Again The bones of cats and frogs.


    Mo Yi was stunned, his eyes slowly solidified.


    It''s no coincidence that this clue appears again and again.


    Just as he was meditating, Yu Ran came over and looked into the pot in front of him. After seeing the contents, she frowned slowly:


    "bone?"


    Mo Yi nodded and replied, "yes, cat and frog."


    Yu Ran is stunned. Subconsciously, he turns his head and looks at Mo Yi''s drooping side face. A pair of sharp eyes stare at him involuntarily: "cat and frog?"


    Mo Yi listens to her tone of voice is a little subtle, so he takes back his sight from the iron pot and stares at Yu Ran:


    "why? Do you know what? "


    Yu Ran is a little uneasy by his attentive eyes. He can''t help but stagger his eyes slightly and reply:


    "in the other room, that is, the room outside the bedroom with the mask, there are three pots. There are some wet earth things in the jars, and the patterns carved on the jars are the heads of people, cats and frogs. ¡±


    ¡­¡­ Man, cat, frog''s head?


    Mo Yi was slightly stunned, and his cold heart star like eyes suddenly lit up. The bright and focused light in his eyes almost hurt his heart.


    He looked again at the iron pot on the case, and his pale face was rarely stained with a trace of blood.


    He knew which demon the former mistress of the house had sacrificed.


    Baal.


    Solomon, the great demon who is the head of seventy-two demons. He is said to have three heads: man, frog and cat.


    The worship of him can even be traced back to more than 1000 B.C., and it is the god worshipped by the Semites [Baal zebu]. The sacrifice to him is luxurious, and the sacrificial ceremonies often offer children and living people. It is said that this is the reason why he became a fallen god.


    Before his fall, he was in charge of the sun and agriculture - the soil in the jar and the soil in the backyard were also explained.


    One theory is that in the Old Testament he appeared in the name of Baal, while in the New Testament, his name became Beelzebub.


    And bezib is the devil in charge of the plague.


    Mo Yi''s breath was a little short. He looked down at the slightly undulating blood in the iron pot on the wooden table, and the strong and pungent smell of rust was introduced into his nose. From the moment they entered the room, the strong or weak smell of blood followed them as if they were following them, and they never disappeared at any time.


    The devil bar also has a very famous feature.


    Bloodthirsty.


    Yu Ran stands aside and looks at the change of Mo Yi''s face. She purses her lips, reaches out her hand and presses his arm. After seeing him, she smiles and says, "are you going to open a hidden branch line?"


    Mo Yi didn''t expect that she asked so directly, so she couldn''t help being slightly stunned.


    Yu Ran seems to have the answer in his mind, and doesn''t care whether he answers or not. He just says to himself:


    "I know that you have basically got the basic context, but you need some key clues to connect the whole story, so I want to form a team with you. "


    Yu Ran takes a deep breath, as if afraid of being mistaken by Mo Yi as a player of scoring points. He says in a hurry:


    "the clues I collected before can also be shared with you and can help, not It''s not... "


    Mo Yi did not wait for her to finish, chuckled and nodded.


    In fact, he doesn''t care if anyone comes to take some points. This may be the only conscience of the game. More people will not take away the points he should have got, but will recalculate the other party''s contribution.


    So, as long as the other side is helpful to himself, he doesn''t mind forming a team.


    In addition, Yu Ran''s request to form a team so directly is likely to have some chips in his hand. It is unwise to refuse.


    Seeing Mo Yi without hesitation, Yu Ran gives a long sigh of relief and slightly relaxes his tight shoulder and neck.


    She reached out, pulled out her backpack and pulled out a small box from the side of the bag.


    The surface of the square box is covered with black luster. The exquisite surface is crooked and carved with three simple symbols. Mo Yi can recognize at a glance that there are three simple heads: human, cat and frog.In the middle of the box, there is a shallow dent, which seems to be a crooked circle. That shape always gives Mo Yi a strange sense of familiarity.


    The next second, he seemed to remember something. He reached for his pants pocket. Deep in the pocket, a hard and cold coin touched his fingertips. The cold feeling climbed up the peripheral nerve, making his fingers tremble slightly.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and took out the twisted coin from his pocket. On the white metal surface, its face was written: sixpence.


    He put the twisted sixpence into a slot in the box - perfectly fitted.


    The next second, there was a slight metal bite.


    The box is open.


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    The lid of the box bounced up with the slight noise and opened a thin gap. The faint and dim light flowed on the black surface of the box, plating a layer of weird brilliance on the simple lines carved on it.


    Mo Yi held his breath unconsciously, stretched out his finger, slowly clasped the edge of the cover, and then exerted a little force.


    With a dry "squeak" sound, the box slowly opened.


    The inside of the box is also completely covered with black paint. The depth is even. After a hundred years, there is no trace of fading. At the bottom of the box, there are some miscellaneous small objects.


    On the top are several pieces of paper with familiar styles, which attract Mo Yi''s attention.


    The yellowing paper is folded into several stacks, which are randomly covered over the sundries in the box, and the light dust covers it, just like a shadow over the paper surface.


    Mo Yi took the pieces of paper out of the box, and with his slender fingertips, he cautiously and gently opened the folded ones.


    Standing on one side, Yu Ran turns on the flashlight and helps Mo Yi illuminate the paper.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at her in a hurry. Then he continued to look down at the paper in his hands.


    The first piece of writing paper is familiar with the handwriting. It looks rational and plain. Every character is written in a certified and neat way. It can hardly be seen that it is the general people who have experienced the grief attack, but it always seems that there is a kind of inexplicable surprise.


    Mo Yi lowered his eyelids and read the contents carefully.


    "Dear Esther:


    as you know, my grandmother and I were never very close. When she was alive, I had an inexplicable fear of her, perhaps because I was too young. At that time, I always felt a strange feeling in her body.


    Her whole breath is like the clothes that have not been dried for three months. Her eyes always make me feel very cautious. The black is like two bottomless holes. I have always been afraid of her. Whether it is her breath of rotting smell or her withered and pale cold fingers like dead people, I dare not approach them subconsciously.


    I have never told you that in the year of her death, she left me a black box engraved with many strange patterns as a relic.


    I hate to admit it, but it may be the only hope to save our children


    This is the end of the letter.


    Mo Yi opened the next page. The handwriting on it looked a little messy. There were a few lines of messy and illogical words on it. It even seemed that the preface didn''t match the following words:


    "Dear Esther:


    I began to dream walking and auditory hallucinations again. I always heard people talking in my ears. The voice was hoarse and terrifying. It seemed that I wanted to do something, but I couldn''t hear it Qing, I can''t remember what he said. I just feel like I''m standing on a cliff, whether it''s advancing or retreating, it''s an abyss.


    I miss you so much, if only you were here. (the line is crossed out)


    when I woke up last night, I found myself standing by Erica and John''s cots, with their cold little clothes in their hands, full of tears.


    By the way, my grandmother''s grandmother was burned to death, you know? "


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly, and the dark eyes under his long eyelashes flashed with thoughtful light.


    You know, in those days, witches were found to be burned by the inquisition.


    It seems that the family of the protagonist who wrote this letter has a deep relationship with demonology, which also confirms the source and authenticity of the special key to Solomon.


    He subconsciously rubbed the rough edge of the letter twice with his finger pulp, then lifted it open to reveal the third page.


    This time, the words are still very short, but the handwriting on them seems trembling and helpless. Several simple words have been wrongly written and scribbled out and rewritten several times:


    "God, God, God, ah, God!!! I can''t do this, I can''t do it! "


    The three "gods" were scratched out so hard that the letter paper was scratched with rough cracks.


    Words written in lighter ink appear when crossed out:


    "hypocrisy".


    Cold as iron and stone.


    At the end of the page, there are some dark brown spots, which seem to be dried up blood.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and looked a little heavy for a moment - the organs that need to be sacrificed must come from living people, and according to the known parts, it is impossible for only one victim to satisfy the demand.


    the paper under the fingertips is rough and cold, and the shallow words are sunken, which makes me feel uneasy.


    It seems that She did it in the end.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and tried to get rid of the lingering emotion in his heart. Then he reached out and opened the next page. There was only one sentence on the page, shaking and unbelievable"It works."


    [it works. ¡¿


    Yu ran on one side frowned suspiciously. She raised her eyes and opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask something, but the next second saw Mo Yi''s more and more gloomy face, and she could not help swallowing back the words she had not uttered.


    Looking back, Mo Yi has already turned to the next one. Yu Ran is calm and looks at the paper in his hand:


    "Dear Esther:


    I don''t know how to express my ecstasy. I really succeeded. I brought my child back to the world. Now, even if I die, there is no regret.


    But their state is a little strange, seems to be very silent, I don''t know how to make them happy... "


    Yu Ran has a sense of foreboding. She seems to be blindfolded and put in front of the abyss. The next step is a terrible fall. She takes a deep breath and continues to look.


    The letter paper has turned to the next page. Yu Ran takes a close look at it, but he can''t help being startled by what''s on it.


    I saw that rough yellow letter paper was full of crazy handwriting, too much force almost cut through the paper, and the despair and madness from the lines almost penetrated the paper, and straight into people''s eyes:


    "non-no-nononono"


    the whole page was full of huge "no".


    If you look carefully, you can see another kind of different, calm handwriting under the cover of crazy handwriting. It seems that after writing the following words, reason is eroded by despair. Under the irresistible crazy impulse, the whole paper is occupied with the crazy "no" word, and the previous handwriting is erased.


    Mo Yi approached and carefully identified the lines printed on the scratched paper:


    "they began to get rashes and had a low fever all night. I dare not ask for a doctor. They already know that my child has died. Is this the punishment of God for me? I can''t accept it. I can''t believe it -- "


    the handwriting at the back of it is so fierce that the last stroke is long scratched and broken on the edge of the whole paper.


    Mo Yi pursed her lips, and her face looked pale under the flashlight light.


    He reached for the next page.


    "There are demons living in my child''s body."


    After the neurotic doodling, he continued to write in clear writing:


    "he wants to go out."


    Then there is a big blank.


    Mo Yi''s fingers steadily turn to the next page. The handwriting on the next page is more and more scribbled and flustered, and there are more traces of alteration:


    "now, I know what it is. It has been gone for more than 200 years How could It becomes more terrifying and lethal


    I can''t imagine if


    Oh, my God. What did I do? What kind of mistakes did I make? "


    The agony came out of the lines like a sharp knife, as if there were gurgling blood flowing from the rotten wound.


    At the bottom of the paper, there is a very familiar line:


    "it can never happen, I won''t allow it."


    at the bottom of the paper, the ink of a sentence at the bottom of the paper is stained, but Mo Yi slowly whispers in his heart the sentence it should have written:


    "God please help me".


    This pile of writing paper ends here.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and put down the stack of extremely light and heavy paper.


    Now, the context of the event has become clear, the last piece of the puzzle of the whole event has been completed, and the complete truth has finally been revealed.


    Yu ran on one side sees that he puts down his hand and folds it again according to the crease on the top. He also drops his hand holding the flashlight.


    She stares at Mo Yi. His face is a little fuzzy in the dim light. The lines of his side face are covered by dim light, and the expression on his face is not clear for a moment.


    Yu Ran is a little nervous.


    She organized the language in her heart, then thought about it and asked, "I''m sorry How about it? "


    The rest of the speech is hidden in the unfinished aftersound - is this clue worth it?


    Mo Yi seems to be awakened by her voice from her meditation this time. A pair of deep and extremely black eyes are raised for a moment, and their eyes instantly penetrate the dim light, which is sharp and eye-catching in general.


    The next second, he lowered his eyes again. His long eyelashes covered the light in his eyes.


    "Thank you very much," he said with a smile


    After that, Mo Yi puts the thin sheets of paper between his slender fingers and hands them to Yu Ran.


    Yu Ran subconsciously takes it over and opens it. Just as she lowers her head, she just hears Mo Yi''s voice and says, "can we open a branch line now?"


    She fixed her eyes, thought carefully, and then nodded gently.


    Seeing that she was ready, Mo Yi summed up all kinds of clues he had collected in his heart, and then said it concisely.When his voice dropped, the familiar mechanical female voice appeared again:


    "dangdangdang! Congratulations to No.05 player Mo Yi, and No.09 player Yuran to unlock the hidden plot of this escape game!


    Branch task open, complete branch task will reward rich points, please continue to work hard


    Just as the voice dropped, Mo Yi felt that his left hand was heavily grasped.


    Fog?


    The familiar cold touch of the hand, with some slight pain, stabbed straight into the heart, the sharp alarm came from the brain, and the ominous premonition was deeply embedded in the mind like a hard wooden wedge.


    A strong sense of danger hit him in an instant. He climbed up the spine with cold and greasy ground, almost making his hair stand upright.


    Mo Yi suddenly raised his eyes.


    The whole body''s blood suddenly became cold.


    Yu Ran looks at him unconsciously, with some doubts in his eyes. It seems that he doesn''t understand why Mo Yi''s face suddenly turns pale as paper, and stares straight at her back.


    Behind her stood a familiar shadow in the dark.


    Pale and fuzzy face can not see clearly, only a pair of black hole like eyes staring at him.


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    Like being immersed in ice water from head to toe, chills of extreme cold rise from the bones, evaporate along each pore and climb to the back.


    Fear is like a cold iron hand around the throat, squeezing out every trace of air in the lungs.


    Almost subconsciously, Mo Yi reaches out and grabs Yu Ran and pushes her to the side!


    With this force, two people stumbled to one side and suddenly fell to the ground.


    When Yu Ran is not aware of it, he only feels a cold air from the edge of his cheek, rubbing her side, bringing a sharp pain.


    The ability to react in the copy makes Yuran react instantly. She takes advantage of Mo Yi''s arm and hugs him before they fall to the ground in confusion. She rolls around and hides in one side.


    After a bout of dizziness, the two men had left the place where they had just stood and lay down on the ground in dismay.


    Mo Yi raised his head and looked at the kitchen door.


    I don''t know if it can be called a human shadow, still standing quietly in the dark, half of his body covered in the shadow of the corridor, almost unable to see the outline.


    The only thing you can see clearly is its face.


    The pale and fuzzy face looked twisted and strange, with dark eyes turning slowly, one by one, looking at them.


    Mo Yi''s scalp is a little numb, and his almost inhuman eyes make him feel as if he were piercing on his back. The physiological shudder then surges into his heart, and the adrenaline soars.


    His eyes were quick, and he turned to look behind him. It was a very high stove, full of layers of iron pots and kitchenware. The only half open pot had a strong smell of blood. The window frame behind the stove had been completely twisted, narrow and compact. It was sealed with a few simple wooden strips. It was very difficult for even a very small child to get through ¡£


    Not to mention two normal adults.


    Mo Yi slowly swallowed his saliva and turned back.


    The only way out of the kitchen was the door to the corridor, which meant that their retreat was blocked.


    There is no escape.


    The shadow now completely turned the whole face around. His pale and strange face looked like wax oil that had melted and solidified again. His black hole eyes were staring at them. There was no light in them. It was cold and strange like a dead man.


    It slowly step forward, out of the shadow of the corridor, half body into the kitchen, lit by the dim light inside the room.


    In the ear came the low - colored air - pumping sound.


    Mo Yi''s breathing is also slightly stagnant, urging himself to think of some solutions.


    The color of its body is very different from that of its upper body, which is very strange, only the shadow of its upper body is very strange.


    It looked uncoordinated. It walked awkwardly and slowly, but firmly came to them.


    That twisted face closer and closer, a pair of ghost fire like eyes in the faint burning malice.


    At this time, Yu Ran''s tight body suddenly stretches out. She has experienced many copies of her strength. Her whole body is like a full bow, and her slender body bursts out with great energy.


    She rushed to the stove behind her at a very fast speed and pulled out the huge kitchen knife that was deeply embedded in the chopping board.


    A pair of sharp Phoenix eyes tightly stare at the figure approaching, and then raise the blade, downward force a wave!


    She wants to fight back!


    The next second, the blade passes through its body without stagnation.


    Yu Ran can''t help but be stunned. She looks at her hands and sees that the blade has opened the figure, just like crossing the air. After the blade has passed, the figure starts to gather slowly again, and finally condenses into the original human form.


    It looks at Yu ran with that impassive fuzzy face, and its black hole like eyes look ghostly.


    Yu Ran didn''t have time to step back, so he was pinched by the figure.


    The coke like fingers tightly clasped the woman''s slender throat, and the frightening face approached slowly, and the twisted wax like facial features came close to her eyes.


    Seeing that Yu Ran was about to encounter an accident, Mo Yi''s heart beat like a drum, and his face was as white as gold paper. He forced himself to calm down and think about how to break the situation that was close to death.


    His eyes were fixed on the coke like palm on his neck and the black fingerprints on her skin color. Suddenly, a guess flashed across his heart, illuminating his mind like lightning.


    Mo Yi tightened his fingers. The silver chain that fell heavily on his wrist was like a noose around his wrist. It was heavily pressed down by the pendant with some body temperature, as if the upper end was a human heart.


    Ear pierced by the gushing sound of blood protrusion, and rapid to the incredible heartbeat sound.


    Mo Yi stepped forward and pulled off the silver chain around his wrist. The round pendant from the mottled chain flashed in the dim light.He quickly hung the silver chain around his neck, which was a little lax.


    The rusty noose on the photo frame pendant between the fingers opens with the sudden pull of gravity, revealing two small pocket photos inside, just opposite the pale and twisted face.


    In the Yellow black-and-white photos, boys and girls are smiling at the outside. They can''t see their facial features clearly. They can only see two pairs of black and bright eyes staring at everyone innocently.


    As if struck by lightning, the twisted and fuzzy figure suddenly trembled, then loosened Yu Ran''s neck and staggered back a few steps.


    A hoarse, shrill, inhuman cry broke out of its body, as if suffering from unbearable pain.


    Even its body shape is faintly distorted, as if it were blown out of the fog, the outline of the whole body is fluctuating.


    Yu Ran loses the strength to support her body. She falls to the ground, her lax pupils focus slowly, and then she coughs violently as if she were tearing her body apart.


    Mo Yi''s eyes are wrong, and he stares at the figure, and his lips lose their blood color and become a tight straight line.


    The shadow seemed to be relieved from the pain that had just struck suddenly, and the outline of the body was reconstituted.


    It twisted the face that had just been suddenly sidetracked, and slowly lay down beside ran. It stretched out its coke like hand and held the silver pendant in front of her with shaking hands.


    The lid opens in its dark palm.


    The pale face seemed to solidify a little, fuzzy as if melted wax oil on the face slowly gathered facial features.


    It was a woman''s face, with deep features, typical of the Anglo Saxons, with a gentle and sad face.


    Her face was deeply engraved by pain, and her trembling coke like fingers caressed the two blurred photos slowly, as if she could directly touch the fresh and soft face of a child through the cold photo frame.


    Deep and desperate.


    Seeing that the other party seemed to have enough intelligence to communicate, Mo Yi was calm and seemed afraid of stimulating the other party. He spoke cautiously and said in English:


    "I''m sorry, madam --"


    the other party raised his head. Although his face was still clear, his eyes returned to the black hole like ghost, and all the human feelings on his face disappeared completely Keep a close eye on Mo Yi.


    Husky sounds like a voice burned by fire:


    "you must die."


    Mo Yi''s heart suddenly breaks out, but his emotions are not obvious. It seems that it is not himself who is threatened by death.


    His eyes were fixed on the woman''s pale face and said quietly:


    "can you tell us why?"


    Her face became pale and twisted again, and the original clear outline of her facial features became blurred. She stared at Mo Yi, and her eyes were as cold as iron stone:


    "you must die."


    Mo Yi focused on it: "the temptation of the devil is always wrapped in honey, isn''t it?"


    The ghost looked at him with gloomy and cold eyes.


    Mo Yi stepped forward, his voice became gentle and soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, but the content of his words was direct like a merciless sword:


    "although Erica and John came back, they brought more lethal things. The plague that once took countless European lives came back from hell, right?"


    After hearing the two names, the ghost''s body suddenly trembled, and his pale and fuzzy face solidified a little.


    Mo Yi''s tone slowed down again, just like the voice line wrapped in silk and silk, warm as velvet:


    "however, according to my understanding, the black death never broke out after the 17th century, let alone its more virulent and lethal variant, so You stopped it, didn''t you? "


    Her face was pale and cold, and it was out of tune on her charred body.


    Mo Yi held his breath: "that''s why you''re like this, right?"


    At last there was a flicker of emotion on her face, and her eyes became sad - this time, she finally spoke, her coarse, hoarse voice was as harsh as the sound of a nail scraping through glass:


    " it can never happen¡£¡± [it can''t happen]


    this sentence appeared once on the stationery on the second floor, and then on the letter paper hidden in the box.


    Now, I said it myself.


    Said it firmly, sadly, and hopelessly. It is like a sharp blade that goes deep into the wound. When the knife sees blood, it brings out the rotten flesh in the wound.


    The other person''s face is now more condensed and his eyes become more rational:


    "I killed my child."


    Mo Yi''s heart leaps. Although he has guessed the development of the event, he still feels inexpressible shock when he hears it."I took their bodies and set the house on fire."


    She lowered her head, and her charred fingers gently crossed the faces of the two children on the necklace:


    "the devil didn''t want to see me disturb his plan. In order to punish and revenge, when my body smelled of burning, my head was not licked by the fire. She could only watch my baby''s body burn in the fire, and my body turned into coke."


    Mo Yi could not see her face clearly, but could only hear her voice muffled by the fire:


    "but what does it matter? Nothing is more painful than watching my child die again I deserve it. "


    She slowly took the necklace off Yu Ran''s neck, carefully held it in the hard and dark palm of her hand, then stood up and looked at Mo Yi with dark eyes:


    "so, you must die.


    If you don''t die in my hands - you''ll be killed and sacrificed by this house, and then It will come back. "


    The ghost''s face turned pale and twisted again. It stepped forward slowly, and its hoarse voice was like a ghost crawling out of Hell:


    "I will not allow it.


    I''ve given everything to stop it, and I won''t allow you to let it out again. "


    Its face is terrible and twisted, its words are fuzzy and cold, and it whispers over and over:


    - "you must die."


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 Chapter 68

    The ghost''s dark and twisted body is almost integrated with the darkness behind him. His pale face is twisted and blurred. The facial features with clear outline just now have disappeared, leaving only a pair of ghostly fire like, inhuman eyes closely watching Mo Yi.


    Sadness and softness have disappeared, replaced by the ferocity of the middle Yin.


    Under the gaze of those dark eyes, the cold sense of oppression hit, bringing physiological fear and horror.


    Mo Yi is sweating on his back, but his whole body is cold as if he is immersed in snow water. His uncontrollable shivering feeling climbs along his spine.


    The heavy atmosphere was almost condensed into substance, and the air, which was covered with shallow blood, was pressed down so heavily that it was almost impossible to breathe.


    He took a deep breath, his face still maintained the basic calm, he considered the language and said:


    "although I understand your concerns, there is another way, isn''t it? After all, as long as we leave safely, the sacrifice cannot be completed, right? "


    After a suffocating silence, the hoarse voice rose:


    "-- why should I take this risk


    The ghost moved forward slowly, with a hoarse and strange gurgling sound in his throat:


    "I have sacrificed all the results, including my love, my life, my soul - why should I take the risk of making everything go wrong for you?"


    It giggled, the terrible and monotonous laughter sounded as shrill as a cry:


    "I can kill my children myself, what''s the matter with more of you?"


    Mo Yi''s face did not change - after all, he was not prepared to move the other party with such poor words.


    The next second, he raised his eyes and gazed at each other, and suddenly said without warning:


    "then if From now on, will no one sacrifice? "


    Ghost''s hoarse laughter suddenly stopped. His pale and cold face looked at Mo Yi, as if he was assessing something.


    "I don''t know if you''re too arrogant or too stupid to fight demons on your own," he said darkly


    "and a pale smile Or the question - why should I take the risk? "


    In the tense and suffocating silence, Mo Yi suddenly gave a gentle smile:


    "so, you should have started it early, didn''t you? It''s not about giving us a chance to delay for so long. "


    There was silence.


    Mo Yi''s face is pale, his lips are slightly tight, and he has a restrained arc. His dark eyes are as bright as the stars in winter:


    "since we have to die, but you have been with us for so long, why?"


    The pale ghost converged all his expressions and looked at him coldly.


    Mo Yi knew it clearly.


    Since the ghost appeared just now, it has been attacking Yu Ran. It is cruel and heartless, and wants to kill her step by step.


    But to him actually not only did not have how to hand, also is willing to have the patience to revolve with him one or two.


    Of course, the necklace did call back some of the other party''s mind, but it was not enough to stop a painful evil spirit who lost everything. Time''s torture and cruel experience destroyed and twisted its reason and soul. "Stopping the devil" became the only reason for its obsession and wandering.


    In the face of such a paranoid, extreme, evil spirit at all costs in order to achieve his goal, Mo Yi has not narcissistic to that part, thinking that a few soft words can make the other side take off his guard.


    Unless


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes are slightly astringent, and his thoughtful look flashes away in his eyes.


    When he raised his eyes again, his expression returned calm and clear. He did not point out his guess, but said:


    "since you don''t seem to be ready to kill us for the time being, why don''t you try our method?"


    The other side is silent, a pair of dark deep eyes straight looking at Mo Yi, as if in the evaluation of what.


    After a long time, she let out a hoarse and strange low smile:


    "OK."


    Then the hoarse voice sounded again:


    "but the next time I show up, I won''t be so merciful."


    With the fall of its voice, that half hidden in the dark of the dark figure on the waves of a shallow wave, and then dissipated in the air, that terrible pale face like melted wax oil also slowly dissipated.


    Mo Yi''s heart moved, suddenly opened his mouth to call her: "excuse me, can you tell me what you call it?"


    You know, all the paper evidence he collected was a letter written by her, and there was no signature on each one. So he did not know the name of this suffering woman until now.


    The figure of the other party is already blurred. When Mo Yi has almost no hope, he throws a few hoarse light syllables:¡°¡­¡­ Ai Wei [Ivy] "


    her voice is still hoarse and hard to hear, like a crow''s sad cry, but there is a sense of sadness in her flat tone.


    Once again, only two people were left in the kitchen.


    Mo Yi let out a long breath, and his stiff shoulders relaxed. His nerves, which had been highly tense, relaxed slowly. A burst of familiar tenderness surged up like the tide.


    He stepped back a few steps and reached for the stove behind him to support his body, which was painful from excessive stiffness.


    The palm of my hand was already wet with sweat, and the cold shirt was tightly adhered to his back. The cold and cool feeling was slowly transmitted to the nerve center along the peripheral nerve under the skin, bringing a shiver.


    Cold hand rings on his wrist, cool delicate fingertips gently rub his prominent carpal bones.


    The familiar way of consolation, though clumsy, somehow made Mo Yi''s frown slightly loose, and his heart beat, which was as tight as a drum beating, slowed down a lot.


    He slightly raised the corner of his lips, and was about to open his mouth to reply. But the next second, he realized that there was another Yu ran beside him. He swallowed the unspoken words.


    At the moment, Yuran is also relieved from the sudden situation. She stands up with the wall beside her and still looks at the darkness at the kitchen door with her spare light. She seems to be still worried about the appearance of that terrible figure again.


    She tentatively reached out and touched her neck, which still had a black, coke like fingerprint on her white skin, which was particularly shocking.


    Mo Yi is aware of the movement around her and turns to look at her.


    Yuran looks terrible now. Her clothes are wrinkled and her gray face is extremely embarrassed. There is a shallow gap on her dusty cheek, which is slowly flowing down with bright red blood.


    It seems to be the scar left by the ghost when it just appeared.


    Mo Yi is a little tight in his heart. He rummages in his backpack for a while, then takes out the hemostatic agent and band aid and hands it to Yuran:


    "you''d better deal with it quickly. It''s not fun to be injured in this copy."


    Yu Ran is stunned and reaches out to touch his cheek. Only then does he realize the slight tingling.


    Her eyes were awe inspiring, and her facial expression suddenly became serious. She reached out to take the medicine in Mo Yi''s hand, and then carefully handled the seemingly harmless wound on her face in front of the small mirror she was carrying.


    After making sure that the hemostatic patch has been glued and there is no new blood on the edge, Yuran breathes a sigh of relief, puts the small mirror away and looks at Mo Yi.


    Her eyes were half surprised and half puzzled. Her eyes were tightly fixed on Mo Yi''s face, as if she wanted to see something famous from it.


    , Mo Yi asked What''s the matter? "


    Yu Ran''s eyes brightened, pondered for a moment, and then asked:


    "I just think it''s a little incredible. How do you know ghosts Ivy''s not going to kill us? "


    Mo Yi pursed her lips and lowered her eyes slightly to cover the complicated look in her eyes.


    It is undeniable that the fog that has never appeared has something to do with it. After all, Mo Yi still remembers that when he was on the second floor, he only used his momentum to scare off the monster that was rushing towards him. It can be seen that his strength is not ordinary, and he is even feared by the monsters in the copy.


    However, just now the fog did not show up, and ivy is not the kind of easy to be threatened without the spirit of the monster.


    So He always felt as if there were other reasons.


    However, no matter what the reasons are, they can not be exported to Yuran.


    Mo Yi''s face is still the same as before. He raised his head, showed a plain smile, and replied in a evasive manner:


    " It''s just luck. "


    Yu Ran frowned and obviously didn''t believe his words very much. But since Mo Yi didn''t want to answer, she didn''t have the insight to continue to ask. Instead, she changed a topic and continued to ask:


    "by the way, you just said that you want to Is it true that no one should be sacrificed? "


    After hearing this, Mo Yi''s eyebrows could not help being dignified:


    "in the situation just now, I can only say this to stabilize the situation, but now we may have to do this."


    Yu Ran tightened his lips, looked at him with eyes, and listened to him continue to say:


    "now we have only two choices: one is to face the common pursuit of two enemies, the paranoid powerful evil spirit and the house that tries to sacrifice us; the other is to ensure that the player who is still alive will live, and then focus on dealing with an enemy."


    Mo Yi showed a bitter smile There are only two thorny roads to choose, the one that is not so thorny. "


    Yu''s face became heavy.


    The difficulty of this copy is really extraordinary.


    At this time, through the fuzzy darkness, there seems to be a slight metal bite in the hall not far away. With the familiar intermittent music, it is particularly strange and terrifying in the silence.Mo Yi was stunned and looked down at his wrist.


    The dancing numbers on the dark watch indicate that the new hour has begun.


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 Chapter 69

    Mo Yi and Yu Ran look at each other and turn around and run to the corridor.


    With the rapid pace of the wind pouring into the ears, the dark twisted wall in the afterglow blurred into a virtual shadow.


    As Mo Yi Ran, he calculated the number of remaining players in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more heavy he felt, as if a heavy piece of lead fell on his heart and slowly sank.


    A total of 17 people entered the copy. Up to now, including him and Yu Ran, there are still six people alive.


    Mo Yi''s mind was mixed for a moment. Although the sharp number of people means the reduction of effective strength, it has to be admitted that it is easier to manage when the number is small, especially under the current situation.


    Before they could think about it, they were back in the hall.


    Mo Yi stops on the uneven ground and looks around the room.


    In the quiet room, the harsh monotonous nursery rhyme sounds louder and louder, repeating the same melody over and over again. The children''s voice of changing tone sounds strange and terrifying, which makes people feel creepy.


    The whole room is empty, without a trace of popularity, it seems that All the other players disappeared.


    At first, they thought that other players were far away from each other because they were afraid, but they soon found out something was wrong.


    Yu Ran comes out of the room and shakes his head at Mo Yi.


    It seemed as if there were only two of them left in the room.


    Only that strange nursery rhyme is still in a moment, haunting to ring, fuzzy lyrics intermittent, but still persistent singing.


    Yu Ran''s face was pale, and there was an uneasy look in her calm eyes. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva with some difficulty, then opened her mouth and said, "you say Don''t they... "


    Mo Yi''s face is not very good either. He closed his eyes and thought about it carefully, and then he flatly replied:


    "impossible."


    He raised his eyes and searched the whole room carefully. There was a faint chill in his pupils:


    "every step must be strictly followed to complete the sacrifice. To kill everyone now is to dig his own grave. "


    Mo Yi paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued:


    " as for Ivy Even she could hardly kill everyone in such a short period of time without leaving any traces of blood, bodies, and struggles. What''s more, she didn''t have to cheat us. After all, she didn''t attack us when she occupied the absolute advantage just now, even less now. "


    His voice is cold, his speed is not urgent and slow, he analyzes them one by one rationally and calmly.


    Yu Ran looks into Mo Yi''s calm eyes. He is indifferent and deep in the deep sea, cold and deep, and convincing.


    Somehow she calmed her nervous nerves - even her irritability and frightful mood became peaceful.


    Mo Yi frowned, turned his eyes and looked at Yu Ran. His pale face was tinged with some worries:


    "in view of the current situation, I only have some unformed conjectures in my mind..."


    Yu Ran interrupts him anxiously:


    "it doesn''t matter. Don''t worry about guessing. If there''s any evidence, you can tell it first."


    Mo Yi took a deep look at her and said:


    "after the branch plot is opened, the difficulty of the whole copy will be greatly improved. For Ai Wei, she has regained her extreme and paranoid rational thinking, so she decides to kill all players once and for all. In this case, will the house be prepared to follow the same path? "


    Yu Ran was stunned: "what do you mean?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ Yes


    Mo Yi looked at her, nodded a little, and then said:


    "my guess is, what if this room wants to be once and for all? Ivy''s method is to cut off the roots. The way she should do is to raise her sacrifices and kill several of them every hour. This is the safest way, isn''t it? "


    He gave a low smile: "if it was me, I would do the same."


    Yu Ran looks at Mo Yi''s flat side face and shivers. A cold feeling spreads on his back:


    please don''t make dangerous speech in this atmosphere, OK! It''s scary!


    But It has to be said that the logic of Mo Yi''s conjecture is very clear and reasonable. The more you think about it, the more likely it is.


    Yu Ran suddenly rings something, his face suddenly looks ugly: "wait, but this hour''s nursery rhyme has already rang If this room has successfully caged other players, doesn''t it mean that someone is likely to have died? "


    Mo Yi pick eyebrows, not surprised to say: "nursery rhyme is ring, yes, but it has not stopped, isn''t it?"


    Yu Ran is stunned.


    He didn''t care about the change of Ran''s expression, but went on to say:


    "the nursery rhyme will stop only after killing people successfully. Now the nursery rhyme is still ringing, and ivy hasn''t jumped out to kill us, which means that the sacrifice at this time has not been completed, that is to say, there is no new dead."Yu Ran frowned and asked in a puzzled way, "why do you have to wait for a long time


    In the background, the music of nursery rhymes sounds terrible and strange. The children''s voice of fuzzy and cassette is singing the same melody over and over again, monotonously and harshly recalling in the whole quiet and empty room.


    Mo Yi listened attentively and was distracted for a moment. He turned his head to Yu Ran and said:


    "I think it may be a constraint on them by the copy. Just like Ivy''s Pendant, it can prevent such monsters from directly abusing the player in the copy after the difficulty increases.


    After all, the game will never put players into such a lifeless copy. "


    ¡­¡­ It''s just going to kill you.


    Mo Yi takes a deep breath and suppresses his deep resentment of the game.


    Yu Ran also thought of this, sighed wearily, and then continued to ask, "what shall we do next?"


    Mo Yi is still a little distracted. He is called back to reality by Yu Ran''s words, but his mind still seems to be floating outside.


    Instead of answering Yu Ran''s question, he hesitated, frowned and changed the topic:


    "do you remember these nursery rhymes How does it usually appear? "


    Yu Ran didn''t expect that he would ask this question. He was stunned: "what do you mean?"


    Mo Yi quickly glanced at her, and her speech speed was also accelerated:


    "the first nursery rhyme is crooked man, which is sung by the twisted man himself. The second nursery rhyme and the third nursery rhyme are all sounded from the upstairs. Those monsters also climb down from the upstairs. The fourth nursery rhyme, a very untidy man It was sung by the split man himself


    Yu Ran''s eyes brightened: "therefore, the sound source of this nursery rhyme should be the location of the monster!"


    Mo Yilue nodded his head and added with a smile: "it''s also the source of the monsters. In short, it''s a starting point."


    He raised his head, listened to the indistinct voice of the nursery rhyme carefully, and then took a few steps towards the source of the sound.


    In front of the twisted and narrow stairway, Mo Yi''s pace stopped. He narrowed his eyes and looked straight into the deep darkness above the stairs.


    It was from upstairs that the hoarse and monotonous melody of nursery rhymes came.


    Mo Yi slightly tightens the finger, the cool fingertip curls up in the palm, the peripheral nerve sends the cold blunt pain.


    Just now I can still remember the scene of horror just upstairs. This time I went upstairs when the nursery rhyme sounded. I''m afraid it will be more dangerous.


    Yu Ran also came to him and looked up at the stairs. She seemed to want to break the heavy atmosphere in front of her eyes. She said with some rigidity:


    "Xinkui, you have the experience of coming down from the stairs alive, otherwise I would not dare to go up."


    Mo Yi shook his head heavily and replied, "that''s what I''m worried about."


    He stopped, did not look at Yu Ran''s surprised eyes, and continued:


    "when I came back from the outside just now, I didn''t have time to emphasize the danger above, but went directly to the kitchen.


    And other players have basically searched the first floor, and the area above will naturally be the place they want to explore next. "


    When they were in the kitchen just now, they ran out as soon as they heard the nursery rhyme. It was no more than a minute before and after. In such a short time, the monster could never come down from the upstairs and take everyone away.


    The only explanation is The players were not downstairs, they were upstairs.


    And mistakenly underestimated the danger upstairs.


    Mo Yi turns his head and looks at Yu Ran. His eyebrows and eyes are infected with rare solemnity and prudence:


    "I was almost planted in the upstairs just now. Don''t take it lightly."


    At this time, he suddenly remembered something and said to ran quickly, "do you remember that kitchen knife you got in the kitchen? Better take it with you. "


    The chopper once cut the blind mouse''s tail, proving that it can hurt the monster in this copy. It''s good to take it with you.


    Yu Ran doesn''t ask him why. He just nods in a hurry, turns around and runs back to the kitchen. When he shows up again, he has a rusty blade in his palm.


    It may not work, but the weapon is at least reassuring in the hand.


    Mo Yi glanced at the kitchen knife which looked extremely heavy in her hand, and with the light look of Yu dyed face, she pinched her thin arm which could touch bones.


    Fitness will work out one day.


    They went up the stairs one by one without delay.


    The halo of the flashlight swayed in the narrow staircase, and the monotonous nursery rhyme became clearer and louder.


    The crooked stairs and the deep darkness in front of us were almost disturbing. The wooden stairs under our feet creaked slightly.


    They stepped on the floor of the second floor, and the smell of rotten wood and dust came to their faces. Besides There seems to be a subtle, strange wet smell.The sound of nursery rhymes became louder and louder.


    They move forward cautiously, holding their breath subconsciously. Their deliberate light steps are almost silent under the cover of the dirty carpet.


    At this time, there was a strange knocking sound in my ear, which seemed to come from the darkness at the end of the corridor.


    Mo Yi''s heart is tight, and he pulls Yu ran to hide in the nearest room beside him.


    The clattering sound was getting closer to the sound of nursery rhymes. Mo Yi turned off the flashlight, held his breath, and hid himself motionless in the dark.


    Heavy and dense percussion, accompanied by the sweet songs of the little girl, is getting closer and closer to her ears.


    At last he stopped at the door where they were hiding.


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 Chapter 70

    The dead air is like stagnant fluid, quietly blocking every gap, as if holding it can squeeze out the viscous liquid for fear, dead pressure on the heart.


    Mo Yi held his breath quietly. His eyelids trembled slightly in the dark. Everything in front of him was blocked by the darkness without light and silence. His eyes could not catch a trace of light, and he almost had the illusion of drowning.


    The back is tightly attached to the uneven twisted wall. The cold touch comes from the thinner shirt soaked with sweat and climbs along the spine to the top of the head, which is sober like ice water.


    There was still no movement outside the door.


    The heavy percussion stopped in their ears, and the vague sound of nursery rhymes floated in the air. In the boundless darkness, it was almost thought that it was their own auditory hallucination.


    Yu Ran''s delicate and hot hand tightly grasps Mo Yi''s arm, and a dull pain and burning temperature rise. Mo Yi can almost feel her tension and fear through the strength under her palm.


    Ear side is their own deliberately low breath and rapid heartbeat sound, mixed with the very close breath of Yu Ran, it is almost difficult to distinguish who belongs to.


    Mo Yi drooped his eyes, his lips closed tightly, and his fingers holding the flashlight tightened and loosened.


    After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind.


    Mo Yi raised his hand and threw the flashlight out of his hand!


    And a second before you let go, press the switch on the flashlight.


    The metal clatter broke the almost stagnant stillness in the air, and then rolled toward the far corridor.


    The light then lit up the corridor.


    Mo Yi slightly side head, saw an open flashlight along the edge of the wall rolled past.


    The heavy percussion sound suddenly rang again. Before Mo Yi could take back his sight, he saw a huge black figure moving quickly after the bright light source.


    By the white light of the flashlight, Mo Yi glimpsed the shape of that terrible body.


    His breathing disordered for a moment, subconsciously buttoned his fingers to prevent himself from accidentally exclaiming.


    Under the light of the flashlight, Mo Yi could see the whole picture of his figure. It was a huge ugly spider. His black brown body was disgusting and terrible. His six long feet were covered with hair. He knocked heavily on the floor because of his large size.


    On its narrow head, which was not in proportion to its huge size, there was a little girl''s face.


    The pale and stiff face has no expression, it doesn''t look ordinary weird, and the lips on the face have no blood color. Even when the spider is chasing the light source quickly, it still lets them close together mechanically.


    That nursery rhyme seems to be sung from here.


    As soon as Mo Yi saw the monster''s body, every syllable of that nursery rhyme was no longer indistinct and could not be recognized. Instead, it was extremely clear that it was introduced into his ear drum:


    "littlemiss Muffet


    satonatoffet


    eating Er curds and whey


    there is a baby spider


    who sat down beside her


    and frightenedmissmuffet away"


    [miss mafiter sat on the mound, eating milk curd and whey, and a big spider came to sit beside her, scaring away miss mafiter]


    before Mo Yi had time to think about the meaning of the lyrics in the nursery rhyme, he heard a deliberately low voice outside the door and asked in a trembling voice:


    " Is anyone there? "


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows congealed, half body out of the door, by the light at the end of the corridor, saw a figure in the darkness of the opposite room.


    He seemed to have seen him on the opposite side for a second. Then he seemed to have made up his mind and ran to them quickly.


    Mo Yi was startled, and quickly reached out his hand to hold him straight forward. Some of his body could not stop his feet.


    The other party''s extremely unstable and rapid breathing rings in his ears, and his hand tightly holding his arm is also slightly shaking, which shows how the owner of these hands is experiencing psychological suffering.


    Mo Yi recognizes that he is one of the senior players. He still remembers that this person introduced himself to Zhou Yunchen at the beginning of the copy.


    Zhou Yunchen slowly leaned against the wall, then leaned out of his head to observe quickly for a few seconds. After confirming that the giant spider did not come back, he relaxed a little, then turned to Mo Yi and said:


    "others Other people were caught by the spider, it appears too secret, other people almost no defense on the attack, only I am far from where it appears, this is the chance to hideHe breathed a sigh of trembling, and the fingers clasping Mo Yi''s arm tightened a little bit. After he slowed down, he continued to speak very quickly:


    "didn''t you say that you found a hiding place when you were upstairs? Where?


    There are still more than two hours left. As long as we can carry on, we will succeed. I don''t want to hide this time. I will be satisfied if I can survive. "


    Mo Yi was silent for a few seconds and cruelly broke his fantasy:


    "there are only three rooms on the second floor. Since the room we are staying in and the room you ran out of are safe, it means that the other room is the nest of spiders."


    Zhou Yunchen was stunned and seemed to realize something.


    Mo Yi continued: "the place where I hid is in that room."


    The palm of Zhou Yunchen holding Mo Yi is stiff.


    Mo Yi couldn''t bear it, but he continued to add mercilessly: "and We have opened the hidden task. Now the situation is, if any of our remaining players dies, the boss will come to the door, and the others will not survive. "


    Zhou Yunchen petrified in the same place, almost can''t believe his ears. He turned his head blindly and looked at Mo Yi''s fuzzy face in the dark. His brain seemed to be frozen, but he couldn''t turn around for a long time.


    Yu Ran reaches out his hand sympathetically, groping for a pat on his shoulder in the dark, Quan should be comforted.


    Her attention moved back to Mo Yi, then lowered her voice and asked, "what are we going to do next?"


    Mo Yi pondered for a while, then suddenly turned to look at Zhou Yunchen and asked:


    "is there any silk from spiders in the corridor?"


    Zhou Yunchen was stunned for a few seconds, and finally came back to his senses. He still said in a rather slow voice:


    "no Only that room is full of spider silk. There is no spider silk in the corridor. Otherwise, I dare not come across the corridor to look for you


    Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully.


    He turned his head and listened for a moment to the corridor.


    The thump of the spider''s black feathered feet on the rotten wood floor seemed to have gone, and even the low, fuzzy hum seemed quite distant in the dark, and only a few faint and broken tunes could be heard.


    It seems to have gone downstairs, probably in search of other fish.


    Mo Yi held his breath and listened carefully for a while. After confirming that he could not return for the time being, Mo Yi turned to the other two people and said:


    "I have a plan, but I need to go to that room to know whether it is feasible or not."


    Yu Ran nods, and then realizes that the other party can''t see his own action in the dark, so he murmurs in a low voice.


    Zhou Yunchen on one side seems to have finally succeeded in restarting his brain, and he also agrees with him in a dispirited manner.


    Mo Yi took a spare flashlight from his backpack, turned on the lowest light and walked out the door.


    In the narrow narrow corridor, the air was turbid and smelly. The smell of familiar rotten wood and dust mixed with unknown strange smell formed an indescribable smell, which was almost disgusting.


    The dirty carpet under their feet absorbed most of their feet, but the fragile wooden floor still creaked uncontrollably.


    Mo Yi shook the flashlight to the wall, and the faint light reflected a faint halo on the wall. He saw that the hard and twisted wall was covered with a thin layer of white mucus. When he looked closer, he saw that it was actually a web of thin spider silk.


    He raised his flashlight, and a faint halo of light swung across the ceiling.


    The other two could not help breathing - only saw the ceiling hanging over the layers of spider silk, looks like a white curtain, covering the whole ceiling.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and went on walking.


    When he got to the door of the room, Mo Yi stopped. The light of the flashlight shone into the room from the door, dimly illuminating the shape of the whole room.


    The whole room seems to have become a nest of spiders, filled with sticky silk, and wrapped up everything in the room, as white as a shroud, oppressive and breathless.


    On the edge of the window hung upside down three solid human figures wrapped in spider silk, hanging motionless among the heavy cobwebs, looking as if they were dead.


    In the middle of the room, the attic is still as open as when Mo Yi left. The stairs fall down the open dark door, and cobwebs are also entangled on it.


    The indescribable smell became more and more intense, mixed with the damp and cold breath of the second floor, which was almost breathless.


    Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Yu Ran standing behind him and asked:


    "is your kitchen knife still handy?"


    Yu Ran nodded and raised his hand. The heavy blade flickered a shallow metal halo in the weak light of the flashlight. His slender fingers held the wooden handle, which seemed quite handy.Mo Yi smiles. The dim light reflected by the flashlight flickers in his dark pupils. His lowered voice line has a light tone:


    "great, you can use it next."


    Yu Ran understands: "do you mean


    Mo Yi lip Cape holds shallow radian: "yes."


    Let''s set up a bureau.


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 Chapter 71

    Zhou Yunchen on the side did not respond for a moment. He was stunned for a few seconds, then lowered his voice and asked:


    "wait, what are you talking about?"


    Mo Yi turned around, glanced at him in a hurry, and then lowered his head and said a few words in his ear.


    Zhou Yunchen''s face became worse and worse with the naked eye. His eyes were a little straight, staring at Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi left Zhou Yunchen''s ears. His face was calm and peaceful as usual. He hooked his lips and said, "how about it?"


    Zhou Yunchen thought for a moment and swallowed the "are you crazy" stuck in his throat and changed it into a relatively peaceful expression:


    " Are you serious? "


    Mo Yi nodded. His expression was not fake. There were two small halos in the dark pupil, which seemed to be the reflection of the flashlight aperture and the hidden light in his eyes.


    Zhou Yunchen was silent for a moment and continued to ask, "are you sure of success?"


    Mo Yi thought carefully, then shook his head seriously: "No."


    His lips showed a faint smile: "can''t give up the child, can''t cover the wolf."


    Zhou Yunchen felt that his depression was accumulated in his chest, and he couldn''t spit it out or swallow it down. He could not help it. He asked the question he had been waiting for for a long time:


    "are you crazy?"


    As soon as he finished, he felt that he had been hit hard in the abdomen, and then he arched up like a shrimp in an instant. The precise strength of the card made him ache and nauseous, but he didn''t really hurt his body.


    "How do you talk?"


    In the ear rings Yu Ran''s deliberately low voice line: "if you have any other way to say it out, can''t you want us to sit and wait for death?"


    However, he had to admit the pain in his stomach, but he was still in pain


    Under such circumstances, Mo Yi''s proposal may really be the best way.


    But Maybe only a madman can do such a risky way.


    I do not know why, Zhou Yunchen''s mind came out of just a few pictures.


    At the end of the third nursery rhyme, experienced players almost guessed that the seven hours in this copy were related to the seven days in the nursery rhyme, but no one had the means or the courage to prove the idea, let alone explore the second floor of the monster''s origin.


    However, Mo Yi went up directly without hesitation, and his straight and thin back was slowly covered by the darkness.


    If the person''s behavior is either too stupid to know the fear, or too proud to see the risk, there will be no other explanation.


    Few people think he can come back alive, and so does Zhou Yunchen.


    But he was wrong.


    Mo Yi not only came back alive, but also found enough evidence to open the hidden branch line.


    Zhou Yunchen straightened up and carefully looked at Mo Yi''s blurred facial contour hidden in the dark. He was staring at himself, as if waiting for his reply.


    Under the gaze of those eyes, it seems that people always have an inexplicable impulse to believe the owner of these eyes.


    Zhou Yunchen gave a long sigh of relief, made up his mind, and then nodded slowly.


    Maybe he has been with a madman for a long time, and he has become a madman. Now he is I think the possibility of success of this plan is greater than I thought.


    A few minutes later.


    Mo Yi stood at the end of the corridor, quietly let his body into the darkness.


    Back straight, careful not to touch the thick sticky spider silk on the wall behind him.


    In his palm, he held the metal music box tightly, and the hard and cold edges and corners hurt his hand, which made his nerves more clear and alert.


    This music box is not completely broken. It can be used normally after simple repair.


    Mo Yi tightly buckled the top spring with his slender fingers. His breath was deliberately lowered. He stood quietly in the dark, almost unconscious of its existence.


    Zhou Yunchen walked out of the room on one side and finally checked what they had arranged in the stairs. After making sure that everything was safe and sound, he took a long breath.


    He took a deep look at Mo Yi in the dark, then walked through the crowded corridor to the stairway.


    The dark stairway has been covered with countless sticky cobwebs, which seems almost breathless.


    Zhou Yunchen closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened his mouth and cried out:


    "here I am!!! Come and catch me


    As he yelled, he raised his hand, and with the dirty cloth he had found in the room beside him, he vigorously swung away the door that wound around the walls of the corridor and the stairway, and the quiver of the cobweb spread out in waves¡ª¡ªThe sound of quick steps and feet pounded disorderly on the rotten wooden floor, making an urgent and urgent sound, and rushing straight to Zhou Yunchen!


    At the same time, there is the weird soft girl humming:


    " little miss muffet sat on a tuffet¡­¡­¡±


    The pale and stiff face appeared at the end of the corridor, and then the ugly, bloated spider body and long hairy legs rushed towards Zhou Yunchen at a very fast speed!


    Zhou Yunchen''s heart trembled, and then he turned his head and ran without delay for a second!


    The whole corridor has been filled with the debris and utensils found in the other two rooms by the three of them. Zhou Yunchen''s thin body moves flexibly through the gaps between them.


    The bloated spider''s body is extremely crowded in the narrow corridor. Several long feet are curled up on the spider silk on the wall. The innumerable instruments in the corridor block its pursuit and obviously slow it down a lot.


    Watching Zhou Yunchen run inside like loach, the pale face on the spider''s head becomes twisted and terrifying, and the sound of nursery rhymes in his mouth becomes loud and rapid, which seems to be full of anger.


    The spider dashed against the stacked objects in the corridor, and the chairs and wooden bars clattered on it, stirring up a burst of dust, and completely excited the ferocity in its body.


    Its mouth issued a sharp scream, and then with full force to tear open a road, suddenly rushed to Zhou Yunchen!


    Zhou Yunchen flashed away and disappeared into the room on one side of the corridor.


    The spiders broke through the debris in the corridor, and their long feet beat the fast drums on the twisted walls and rotten wood floors. The intensive rubbing sound was like holding the heart tightly and squeezing out every breath of air for breathing.


    Zhou Yunchen rushed to the ladder that stretched out above the secret door of the attic. The sticky cobweb had already pulled his action. He reached for the ladder as hard as he could. Then he climbed up with the fastest speed in his life, grabbed the handle on the secret door and fished up the whole ladder.


    Just listen to "clang" a sound, spider''s pale twisted face is just pulled up by the dark door block, isolated.


    The spider dashed his bulky body and startling feet against the dark door, singing tunes and pounding on the rotten wooden floor of the attic, shaking up a burst of dust.


    Zhou Yunchen gritted his teeth against the trembling secret door, and the hoarse ballad, which was hard to hear, came up through the gap between the floors and penetrated into the eardrum.


    Zhou Yunchen clenched his teeth tightly, and he could almost taste the faint rust smell between his lips and teeth.


    The long, sharp claws "click" through the fragile floor, through the long and twisted gap, you can see the crazy and cold black eyes on spider people''s faces, shining with greed and vicious halo.


    It smashed more wildly, and the dust of sawdust flew up, and the stench of damp smell seemed to be near.


    Zhou Yunchen''s throat was tight and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva dryly, counting down the time in his heart -


    " 3¡¢ Two "


    " one "


    is now!


    Mo Yi stood quietly in the dark, counting down at the same time. At the end of the countdown, he loosened his fingers tightly pressing the spring of the metal music box, and then left the music box on the spider web behind him.


    "Three blind mice, see how they run..."


    The frequency of the sound vibrates along the web to every corner of the web that covers the silk, including the giant spider''s ugly long fur feet.


    ¡°¡­¡­ who cut off their tails with carving knife¡­¡­¡±


    Its movement is obvious, the singing voice in the mouth becomes sharp and harsh, and a stiff and pale face is twisted, and it looks as if it has been provoked.


    Even the attic floor, which had been basically broken open, stopped paying attention to it. Instead, it gave a shrill cry and rushed out of the house.


    Mo Yi felt a little relieved when he heard the movement in the room.


    He was worried that he would not be able to attract the attention of the enraged monsters only by making noise here, so he took a dangerous move and played another nursery rhyme in the music box he had made last time to try to divert the opponent''s attack target.


    Sure enough, it''s very effective.


    Mo Yi stares at the ugly spider and crawls out of the room. Then he rushes to himself with his terrifying claws. A twisted narrow face hangs on the disproportionate huge body, and the transparent saliva flows down the open mouth. It looks terrible.


    He had the same look. On his pale face, his dark eyes were calm and deep.


    Mo Yi stares at it, although still swift and violent, but obviously slows down the pace, showing a secret smile in the dark.When a spider is moving, the blood pressure in the front of the body is very high. Compared with the 14 channels connecting the catheter in other insects, there are only three channels in the spider''s body. Therefore, the gas exchange in the spider''s body is very slow. Long time exercise will cause oxygen to not be delivered to the limbs, leading to a very serious state of weakness under strong sprint.


    Action slowed down, vigilance decreased, and sensitivity decreased -


    the rotten breath of the spider came close to Mo Yi''s eyes, including its dirty brown fur and black hairy abdomen.


    Mo Yi stares at it calmly, and Yu Guang glances into the half open door behind the spider.


    Yu Ran grabs the handle of the knife and jumps out with a sharp and vigorous hand.


    Mo Yi quietly raised his lips, hidden under the surface of calm and rational, with dangerous undercurrent flowing, and his dark pupil showed a light of almost excitement.


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 Chapter 72

    Yellow and white dirty liquid from the bloated abdomen of the spider spurted out, a strong odor from the face.


    The spider''s narrow face, which is not in accordance with its huge body, is twisted, and its black and vicious pupil, which has no white eyes, is constricted by disbelief and anger, and looks ugly and terrible.


    It was struggling to move its long feet, knocking on the surrounding walls with a disorderly thumping sound, twisting its body to bite the mole ant that dared to hurt it with its fangs. Muddy saliva ran down its ugly face and dropped on the dirty carpet.


    The size of the spider is too large to stretch in this narrow corridor. In addition, three people deliberately set up obstacles in the corridor, which makes the operation more difficult.


    Yu Ran clenched her teeth. Her slender fingers tightly held the handle of the knife. Her phalanx turned white because of the force. Her face and body were inevitably stained with the viscera and liquid from the spider''s belly. The stench almost choked her.


    Despite the pain in her hands, she continued to apply pressure downward. The sharp blade went deeper with her movement, just like cutting a bulging abscess. More fluid flowed down the wound.


    Overhead came the spider''s painful scream, and the spider''s long feet on the side struggled, shaking its bloated belly, as if to avoid the edge of dye''s knife and to wait for an opportunity to attack it.


    Her hard teeth cut through her mouth. Yu Ran tasted the strong smell of blood in her mouth, and she continued to exert herself fiercely.


    Muddy liquid and internal organs flowed all over the floor.


    Now the spider recovered from the shock and fury of the attack. It moved its vicious and cunning eyes and seemed to realize that it could not fight back in the narrow corridor. It stepped back quickly.


    It wants to retreat to a more spacious space for its action.


    Yu Ran is caught off guard by it, and the handle almost comes out.


    The spider had retreated to the half open door and found some room to turn around. It turned around and stretched out its sharp poison claw. It was ready to stab Yuran in its abdomen!


    The blade in Yu Ran''s hand is still deep into its soft abdomen. For a moment, it can''t be avoided.


    At this critical moment, only a loud bang is heard, and the head of the spider is hit to one side by a strong force -


    Yu Ran seizes the opportunity to pull out the blade that is deeply trapped in the spider''s abdomen, and then uses the extra space provided by the open door on one side and walks around the spider with his slim and flexible body shape.


    She jumped up, sharp blade from the spider''s unguarded feet cut down!


    The next second, with only a sour sound, the head of the girl who was not commensurate with the bulky body was cut off, and then rolled to the ground, finally hit the twisted wall of the corridor, and then slowly stopped, showing a twisted and horrible pale face.


    The huge remnant didn''t seem to react. The long feet struggled to kick in the narrow corridor, and finally fell down.


    The spider''s heavy and bulky body hit the floor heavily, shaking up a large amount of dust, even the whole second floor seemed to be shaking.


    Yu Ran gasped, and her whole body was soaked with sweat, as if she had taken it out of the water. After she reached out her hand, she wiped her face. The palm of her hand was wet and sticky with yellow and white disgusting mucus.


    There was a look of disgust on her face, but there was no urge to retch before - perhaps it was in this breath that her sense of smell was paralyzed and her sense of stench was insensitive.


    With a jingle, a stick with broken edges fell from her eyes, and then rolled to her feet, with a sticky liquid of the same color as on the ground.


    At the end of the stick there was a little bit of blood.


    Yu Ran is stunned and raises his head.


    Mo Yi was standing in front of his eyes, holding the spare flashlight in his hand, illuminating the ugly body of the spider in front of him.


    The chest undulated irregularly, looking down at the spider''s still twitching body.


    Just now, it was he who gave the unexpected blow to the spider that made Yuran succeed in fighting back.


    Mo Yi''s side face is stained with some liquid splashed from the spider''s body. He quietly reaches out his hand and slowly wipes the spot on his face.


    Long eyelashes hung over his cold and pale face, covering his deep, quiet eyes. The pricked finger is still bleeding, brushing the face at the same time, but also leaving a little blood mark on the pale skin.


    Under the dim light of the flashlight, the extremely sharp color contrast seems to have a kind of cruel beauty. It seems that just watching can take people''s breath.


    Then - the bloodstain, starting at the end, was slowly wiped out of thin air.


    As if someone cherished and carefully wiped away, just like touching a valuable and fragile porcelain, it is not allowed to be contaminated by any dust.Yu Ran is stunned. Such a strange situation makes her feel cold behind her, and her hair bristles.


    When she looked at it again, Mo Yi''s pale face was as clean as before. He was still calm and indifferent. He didn''t even move his eyes. It seemed that what happened just now was Yu Ran''s imagination.


    Blinking in a trance, a little uncertain.


    Did what she saw happen?


    Maybe Is it really just a delusion after she''s over nervous?


    Just at this time, there was a creaking sound of the dark door opening, and then the sound of the ladder lowering. With the sound of feet and feet, Zhou Yunchen appeared at the door of the room.


    His steps stopped at the door, and Zhou Yunchen''s voice, which he couldn''t believe, sounded as if he was afraid of something to disturb, and as if he was afraid of waking himself up from his dream:


    "we really succeeded..."


    Mo Yi smiles and naturally takes over the conversation: "do you just can''t believe it?"


    In fact, ordinary spiders enter a period of burnout when they sprint for at most ten seconds. However, Mo Yi is afraid to take risks in the copy, so he increases the time to two minutes and 30 seconds, and uses all means to infuriate it as much as possible.


    Even so, the spider still has some spare power after being attacked, which is an eye opener for him.


    Xinkui is not in danger.


    Zhou Yunchen stepped forward a few steps in amazement. Then he stretched out his foot and kicked the ugly body of the spider. His long leg twitched. He was scared and jumped back a long distance.


    With an embarrassed smile, Zhou Yunchen touched the back of his head and explained:


    "I was the first time to kill the boss in the copy, and I really couldn''t respond to it..."


    Yu ran on one side nodded in agreement, and then reached out to support the crooked wall and stood up. Her body was still covered with excessive pain. She was pulled for a moment in the movement, which made her hoarse.


    She reluctantly pulled the corners of her lips and said, "to be honest, I''m a bit unrealistic."


    The mechanism design of this escape game called "stay alive" is to make players have no possibility of counterattack. All players can not bring any weapons into the replica. There is not only no weapon exchange option in the game exchange shop, but also no props to improve physical fitness.


    The game seems to be about struggling to survive in extreme danger, rather than fighting back.


    As the rules of the game at the beginning said: their only mission is to survive.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and casually shifted the topic:


    "let''s go. Don''t think about it. The players inside are still hanging."


    After that, he turns and walks into the room. Yu Ran calms down at the moment and follows him. Zhou Yunchen hesitates for a moment and keeps up with them.


    The house is still full of cobwebs as white as a shroud, and the three players who are suspended are wrapped like silkworm chrysalis, hanging upside down in the window.


    Yu dyed the previous step, with the kitchen knife to cut off the hanging player''s spider silk, and then with the yellow green liquid on the edge of the blade wrapped in the player''s web, and then three times five by two will wrap their web torn.


    Mo Yi put the flashlight in his hand on the windowsill and bent down to help.


    Zhou Yunchen was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Mo Yi. From this angle, he could only see his half blurred face in the dark.


    But I don''t know why, Zhou Yunchen is able to outline the outline of the other party in his mind -


    his face is always light without any emotion, his calm and dark eyes seem to be always thinking about something, and his light colored lips are habitually pursed into tight lines.


    Restraint, indifference, reason. It seems that the word "Crazy" has nothing to do with it.


    But Zhou Yunchen couldn''t help shivering.


    Although the plan was successful, he still insisted on his view that the man was a complete madman.


    Although he is logical and prudent, he is absolutely abnormal.


    Since entering the copy, Mo Yi''s every choice is like dancing on the tip of a knife. Every step is like stepping on the edge of a cliff. It seems that there is always a terrible and deep ferocity on his body, which drives every action of him.


    Zhou Yunchen thought he was just extraordinary bold, but just now he understood.


    It was not audacity, but indifference to all life, even his own.


    Fear is the instinct that exists with the desire to survive. It is with fear that human beings will subconsciously avoid all dangerous things, knife tips, beasts, and the unknown itself What if one doesn''t care about one''s life?


    If a person doesn''t care about his life, what does he care about?


    Just as Zhou Yunchen was staring at Mo Yi''s side face, Mo Yi seemed to notice his sight and turned his head to look over. As soon as their eyes met, Zhou Yunchen couldn''t help tightening his whole body and subconsciously moved his eyes.Mo Yi smiles, his eyes are open:


    "Why are you in a daze? Come and help. "


    Zhou Yunchen quickly abandoned the chaotic mood in his mind and bent down to help free the three players from the cobweb.


    Mo Yi takes back his eyes. Just as he is preparing to continue his movements, he only feels that his wrist is lightly rubbed by the soft air flow.


    He was stunned and stopped what he was doing.


    The next second, Mo Yi heard a strange sound coming from the corridor, which seemed to be very loud in the silence.


    It was like the sound of drag and friction, strange and uninterrupted.


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 Chapter 73

    At this time, the other two people also heard the strange sound coming from the corridor, and their movements could not help but freeze.


    They just relaxed the nerves suddenly tense, as if any of their small movements will bring a chain reaction, breathing subconsciously light, all attention to the door.


    In the oppressive silence, the rustling sound sounded numb.


    Mo Yi frowned slowly in the dark.


    The voice Why is it like it''s gone?


    He closed his eyes and began to walk slowly and cautiously towards the door.


    In the dim light of the flashlight, Yu Ran looks at his bold move and breathes disorderly. She raises her arm and seems to want to stop him.


    Mo Yi stopped his pace, raised his finger to press on his lips, and then slowly shook his head.


    He had no choice but to watch his arm fall to the edge of the door.


    The rotten wood floor creaks slightly under his feet, which is especially clear in the silent darkness. It is like a thin silk thread that slowly tightens on the listener''s new.


    Mo Yi slows down his breathing rate, holding the door frame with his palm in the dark, then turns over his body and looks out the door.


    The flashlight he had thrown out of the corridor was lying in the dust and cobweb at the end of the corridor, still glowing tenaciously. In the dim light, the wall of the corridor was printed with a flickering shadow, dancing with the sound of friction.


    Mo Yi continued to take a step forward.


    The situation in the corridor finally came into full view.


    The yellow green viscous liquid splashed on the floor was pulled long, leaving muddy drag marks on the dirty carpet.


    The huge headless corpse of the spider was now staggering to its feet, dragging its broken belly and walking slowly along the narrow narrow narrow corridor.


    Mo Yi''s breathing is disordered, and a cold feeling rises along his back -- is it not dead?


    No.


    Mo Yi frowned and took a step forward, carefully looking at the broken body of the spider in front of him.


    Its long feet look stiff and uncoordinated. Even though Mo Yi''s action just now made a lot of noise, it still did not stop, but slowly and persistently walked towards the stairwell.


    Mo Yi felt something touched his leg. He looked down and happened to look at the head of the spider that had been cut off.


    That looks like a girl''s head, pale and stiff, with twisted facial features, a pair of black eyes with no light, no reaction from the muscles on the face, like a clay sculpture, without any vitality.


    After hitting Mo Yi''s calf, it continues to roll out of the corridor with the stiff and huge spider body in front of him.


    Mo Yi felt that his blood was chilly and his palms were cold.


    He turned his head and darted back to the house, then picked up the flashlight on the ground and shone it on Ran''s body.


    In the struggle just now, Yu Ran was more or less stained with the body fluids of spiders, especially her upper body and hands. It was almost like taking a disgusting bath with spider''s viscera.


    And in the tense situation just now, she has not had time to clean up the mucus on her body.


    However In the cold white glow of the flashlight, Mo Yi could see that the sticky yellow green liquid that adhered to her body flowed down like a living being, converged at the folds of her clothes, and then trickled down one by one.


    Then it was like a snake walking up the dusty surface and dripping down the cracks between the boards.


    Yu Ran is also stunned by the scene in front of him. He has a pair of long and narrow Phoenix eyes staring at him. He hasn''t calmed down for a long time.


    She held out her hands somewhat hesitantly, and the whiteness was restored in the palms. Then she felt her coat in disbelief. The soft cloth was almost the same as usual except that it was a little damp.


    Really No.


    Yu Ran is stunned and looks at the ground. The wooden floor is clean and there is no trace of damp. If it was not for the water like traces left on the dust on the surface, she would have thought that what had happened just now was just her illusion.


    Zhou Yunchen, standing on one side, is also stunned. He subconsciously looks at Mo Yi, but is startled by his expression.


    Mo Yi''s eyes were dark and his brows were locked. His pale face looked solemn and dignified, as if heavy clouds were pressing on his forehead.


    Zhou Yunchen''s heart trembled, and somehow he was afraid. Finally, he didn''t ask the question in his heart.


    Just as he was hesitating, Mo Yi suddenly opened his mouth and called out to the empty room:


    "Ivy!"


    Zhou Yunchen and Yu Ran are all trembling. They look at Mo Yi standing in the middle of the room in a panic. Zhou Yunchen is frightened by his suddenly amplified voice, while Yu Ran is too frightened because he knows which evil star Mo Yi is calling.Before waiting for them to come back, Mo Yi raised his voice and yelled again:


    "Ivy


    This time, his voice was higher, and even echoed in the empty room, which made their scalp numb.


    Yu Ran covers his heart numbly and feels deeply that if he follows Mo Yi a little longer, he will have a heart attack sooner or later.


    In the dark which cannot be illuminated by the weak light of the flashlight, a pale and fuzzy face slowly emerges, just like the wax oil melted and condensed again. It looks terrible and strange.


    Zhou Yunchen seemed to be struck by thunder. He was tongue tied and speechless. His whole face was stiff with fear, and his facial muscles even twitched involuntarily.


    Yu Ran glances at him with the rest of his light, and his mood unexpectedly calms down.


    Even a little gloating.


    With a faint smile in the corner of her mouth, she turned to look at the people and ghosts in the middle of the room. She felt a sense of composure in her heart. After all, Mo Yi is here. What can happen?


    Mo Yi, standing in front of Ai Wei, does not have so much leisure. He looks at Ai Wei with calm eyebrows and eyes. His thin lips stretch into a straight line and almost lose their blood color.


    The deep color of the eyes is like the billowing clouds and waves, repressing very complex emotions, brewing a light anger.


    A familiar soft touch wrapped around his wrist, along his naturally separated fingers, slowly ran across his cold palm, quietly rubbed, with a faint sense of comfort.


    Mo Yi didn''t expect that the fog would come out at this time. He was stunned for a moment, and his frown could not help loosening.


    He took a deep breath, calmed down and said:


    "do you know?"


    Mo Yi''s questions are endless. Yu Ran and Zhou Yunchen are confused. The zhanger monk is confused.


    The pale and hazy face stood quietly in the dark. After a while, it seemed that there was a shallow water wave on it, revealing a woman''s face as cold as a stone carving.


    Ivy did not answer, a pair of black infiltrating eyes looked back at him, looking strange and inexplicable.


    Mo Yi did not change his face. He looked back at the past without fading. Then he stepped forward slowly. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He opened his mouth and said:


    "the body of the spider just left by himself."


    Yu Ran is surprised and can''t help but interrupt: "wait, it''s alive? What''s the matter? "


    Mo Yi looks at her in the voice. Under his light eyes, Yu Ran can''t help but stop the voice and swallow the second half of the sentence back into his throat.


    He withdrew his eyes and said, "no, he died completely, his limbs were stiff, and his head and his body, including all the body fluid that came from it, seeped into the floor and disappeared."


    Mo Yi looks at Ai Wei directly and says the last sentence slowly, clearly and slowly.


    Ivy''s cold, dark eyes suddenly moved.


    What happened just now was so sudden that Yu Ran was confused by one sudden thing after another, and had no chance to ponder over what had just happened. At the moment, she was pointed out by Mo Yi. She was stunned, and her eyebrows and eyes were also tinged with a trace of solemnity.


    Mo Yi looks at Ai Wei coldly and continues: "all the blood of players is collected automatically, which is to nourish bloodthirsty demons and needs various organs to complete the sacrifice, right?"


    It is obviously a question sentence pattern, but it is said by Mo Yi in a declarative tone. It seems that he does not need an answer from the other party.


    Ivy''s cold, stiff face became more and more obvious.


    Mo Yi slowly pulled up the corner of his lips, revealing a smile without temperature:


    "the blood of monsters will be absorbed, does it mean that their organs can be sacrificed instead of human beings?"


    He added: "and I don''t know if you''ve found that even the most inhuman creatures have at least one organ similar to a human being, with the only exception being the three blind mice."


    Ivy stepped forward slowly from the dark, half of her twisted, burnt black figure revealed in the light.


    Mo Yi was not frightened by her behavior, but calmly continued: "the players who were killed by the three blind mice lost their hands, but they took out their eyes when they attacked other players."


    Yu Ran is stunned for a long time and seems to understand.


    All the monsters that appear have some human images. The only blind mouse that is not closely related to human form needs only the hand corresponding to the time, but they still dig out the eyes that are not needed for sacrifice.


    And very clearly, each mouse gets a pair of eyes.


    In this way, they also have a part of the human image.


    Yu Ran suddenly feels a cold chill coming out, which lingers in her mind for a long time.


    If the player does not die, then the sacrifice will still be completed.The black death will still be released again.


    This is a dead end.


    The feeling of despair overflows from the bottom of my heart in an instant, just like the surging tide, it will submerge the dyed heart.


    At this time, Yu Ran hears a faint groan from his feet.


    -- players who are stun by spider venom wake up.


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 Chapter 74

    The slight groan seemed to wake the crowd.


    Standing in the center of the house, Ivy''s eyes moved slightly. Her face was pale and colorless. She was quietly suspended in the dark. Her dark pupils showed strange colors under the weak light of the flashlight.


    Yu Ran''s heart leaps, and her slender fingers are tightened in an instant. Four crescent shaped finger marks are printed in the cold and sweaty palm. The subtle tingling sensation tugs at her nerves, and the weightlessness feeling like falling suddenly spreads up.


    At this time, Yu Ran''s feet spread a bigger sound again. Those players who were dizzy by spiders finally woke up and struggled to sit up and make a big noise, which attracted everyone''s attention for a time.


    Looking at Ai Wei''s black eyes, Yu Ran is in a hurry and rushes forward to give each player a knife behind his neck.


    They fell back into a coma and fell again in the dust.


    Yu Ran pulls up the corner of her lips rigidly, showing an awkward and polite smile.


    Ai Wei moves back her eyes and stares at Mo Yi again.


    This time, she finally said, "yes."


    Hoarse and rough, as if burned by fire, and as if fingernails across the glass general sound up, in a silence is particularly harsh.


    Yu Ran is stunned by her answer, and then she responds to it later:


    it turns out that ivy is answering the question Mo Yi asked her just now - "do you know?"


    Mo Yi has no joy or anger on his face. His dark eyes seem to be a little deeper. He stares at Ai Wei in front of him, and his light lips are pursed into a straight line.


    "What are those monsters?" he said


    Ivy''s pale face blurred, her thin lips twisted into an arc similar to a smile and said:


    "you''ve already guessed it. What else do you want me to do?"


    Mo Yi lifted his eyelids. His dark pupil was like an arrow, tightly locking Ivy''s face in the dark.


    BR, she said with a dry smile They are all the people I killed. "


    Mo Yi''s face does not change, but Yu Ran''s breathing is obviously disordered. She ignores her fear of Ai Wei''s instinct and asks:


    "since they have been sacrificed once, why can they still be sacrificed again?"


    Ivy moved her cold, dark eyes and said coldly and sarcastically:


    "every day''s sacrifice needs only one organ, not only one organ on a person."


    Yu Ran frowned, subconsciously took a step forward and continued to ask:


    "since you only need one organ, why did you want to..." Killing so many people?


    Yu Ran''s remaining half sentence was swallowed back into her mouth under Ivy''s sneering eyes - now she remembered that every sacrifice needs fresh organs, and most of them are fatal parts. Once lost, they will die. Where can they wait for the next day.


    Her face was tinged with a faint blush of embarrassment.


    Ai Wei turned her eyes and looked at Mo Yi, who was still gloomy, and said in a hoarse voice:


    "this is a deformed hunting ground. Every dead sacrifice will come back to life again. If they do not plunder new sacrifices to replace them, their own organs will be sacrificed."


    Her terrifying, piercing voice was creeping in the empty, dark room.


    Mo Yi stretched up his lips and asked, "is there any difference in the results of sacrifice when the sacrifices are different?"


    Ivy said with a hoarse smile: "of course, different. The plague obtained by sacrificing the old sacrifice belongs to the old era, while the plague obtained by sacrificing the sacrifice of the new era It''s your new era. "


    When she said the last sentence, Ivy''s speech speed was extremely slow, and the terrible voice seemed to be lengthened and amplified. The infinite meaning contained in it shocked Mo Yi.


    His face was not clear, but his heart was not calm.


    The hint in her words was chilling.


    He knew before that the plot in the copy was interlinked with the reality. Now Ivy means that if all players become sacrifices and complete the sacrifice, the real world will also be affected by the copy, and a new plague will break out?


    Mo Yi''s fingers subconsciously slightly tightened a little, the cold fingertips touched the palm, and the fine needle pricking pain was transmitted to the brain along the peripheral nerves, which made him tremble in the bottom of his heart.


    Ivy gave a terrible laugh, but there was no smile in her dark, cold eyes.


    She repeated fatalistic words:


    "so I said, you must die."


    Yu Ran, who knows the inside story, and Zhou Yunchen, who is still in a fog, are both in the same cold for a moment. It seems that they are being watched by predators, and their original fear and trembling arise in their hearts.Yu Ran feels as if he is soaked in ice water, and there is no trace of temperature from head to foot.


    If Ivy didn''t cheat them, no matter whether they died or not, the sacrifice would be completed. The only difference is what kind of plague they would release. It would be better to be killed by ivy than to die in the hands of the copy.


    Yu Ran is a little desperate.


    To everyone''s surprise, Mo Yi, standing directly opposite Avril, even showed a shallow smile. He slowly shook his head with the same firm tone:


    "no, we won''t


    Ai Wei converges her pale cheek distorted by her smile and stares at Mo Yi by mistake.


    Mo Yi smiles, and the expression on his face looks relaxed and free:


    "when I was in the kitchen just now, that pendant hurt your feelings most, but it is absolutely not enough to stop you from attacking us, but you still let us go."


    He lowered his eyes, staring at his pale fingers, and then said:


    "if there is no possibility of victory as you said, and this copy is just a dead end, why do you hesitate just now


    If Mo Yi doesn''t know that players will finish the sacrifice even if they don''t die, he may think that Avril let them go because she is willing to give them a chance to fight against this evil ceremony.


    But now the situation is, if the player is not dead at a certain time, the old sacrifice will replace his position as a new sacrifice, so no matter how hard they struggle, it doesn''t matter.


    Since Ivy knew it from the beginning, why did she choose to let him go?


    Mo Yi raised a pair of bright eyes, looked straight at Ivy, and continued:


    "you know there is another choice."


    A way to break the game.


    Ivy looked at him coldly, without saying a word.


    Mo Yi smiles and turns his words:


    "each copy can be challenged by different players more than once. I think you have seen more than one wave of players, right?"


    As he spoke, he studied Ivy''s face carefully, as if trying to see something in that stiff, pale face.


    After listening to Mo Yi''s words, Ai Wei narrowed her eyes slightly and didn''t answer.


    Seeing her expression, Mo Yi knows that he has become a talented person.


    In fact, he doesn''t know whether the copy can be repeatedly challenged by different players. After all, each copy is extremely closely connected with reality, and the possibility that it will be reset is too small - especially when Mo Yi saw the remains of the first copy in the real world: the burnt black photo frame.


    So What about those instances that have not been successfully cleared?


    This question has been lingering in Mo Yi''s mind and can not be solved. After all, no player has entered the same copy twice, regardless of whether the branch mission is opened or not.


    Mo Yi Wei is not familiar with this era.


    This side confirms Mo Yi''s conjecture that an unfinished copy will wait for the next batch of players after being reset, and it is likely that only the copy progress will be reset, not NPC memory.


    And according to the urination of this game, Ivy won''t be so easy to let Ivy say it out.


    Instead of speaking, she was reassuring.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his mouth and continued to say:


    "if there is a black death that has disappeared for nearly a thousand years in real society, there will be a great disturbance. I can''t be unaware of it. However, it doesn''t exist now, which means that both the old and the new sacrifices have not been really completed."


    He pauses, raises his eyes and stares at Ivy in the dark:


    "it''s easy to understand that the new black death doesn''t appear, as long as you kill all the players before the end of time, and the old one doesn''t appear. That means that even if you sacrifice with monsters, you have no success, so you must have a way to stop the sacrifice."


    Yu Ran''s heart is pounding. Listening to Mo Yi''s increasing speed, she can''t help but tense her heart strings.


    Just listen to Mo Yi continue to say:


    "if we spread our thinking, we should make some bold conjectures..."


    Mo Yi''s eyes slowly fixed on Ai Wei''s dark, limping legs. If he had pointed out, he said:


    "if, in fact, you are one of the seven people who were sacrificed?"


    Yu Ran is so surprised by his conclusion that he almost screams out. He is stunned at the spot and looks silly.


    Mo Yi continued as if no one else was there:


    "if you don''t have any help, it''s very difficult to kill so many people. In addition, when the whole city is under martial law, you are eager to use a part of your body to complete the final sacrifice in order to revive the child. Perhaps it is because you are the leader of the whole sacrifice, or your body is not finished when you burn yourself It''s completely destroyed, so it''s not controlled by the house, but retains its own consciousness and has great freedom. "Ivy stares at him, her eyes flash slightly, and her facial expression seems to be a little bleary.


    Mo Yi took a step forward and said:


    "but this room can''t control you. Naturally, you can''t force you to sacrifice your organs to complete the last sacrifice. Therefore, as long as you make sure that the room can''t get enough new players, you can complete your mission.


    And, if I remember correctly, on the note I found, the last organ to complete the sacrifice was the kneecap. "


    Ivy fixed her eyes on moytan for a long time, and she suddenly laughed:


    "I underestimated you."


    Yu ranshang is immersed in the shock that Ai Wei is one of the seven sacrificial offerings. At this time, her feet are wrapped in spider silk, and the three people who are knocked out finally move down and struggle to sit up again.


    Ivy seemed to be startled by the sound, and her pale face slowly dissipated into the darkness.


    Mo Yi is stunned and subconsciously reaches out his hand to stop him, but his palm is frozen in the air in the next second.


    A familiar mechanical female voice was introduced into his ears, and the voice was not loud, but the content was very impressive:


    "Dear candidate member Mo Yi, congratulations on your further progress towards becoming a senior club member. Please continue your efforts."


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 Chapter 75

    Hearing this familiar female voice, Mo Yi couldn''t help but feel stiff and stopped breathing for a few seconds.


    He soon regained his composure and lowered his subconscious arm as if nothing had happened. His face was as calm as ever, and no one around him noticed his unusual behavior.


    Mo Yi''s heart set off a storm.


    He slowly tightened his fingers, the palms were wet with sweat, and the fingertips were as cold as stone, but the blood in his heart was boiling hot and pounding his pulse, and he was crying with pain and excitement.


    One step closer to the truth.


    But Why should the game send this prompt to him at this time?


    Mo Yi slightly lowered his eyes and thought about a circle in his heart. He had a vague clue.


    After he found out that the game world is related to the real world and found relevant evidence, he opened the membership test. Now he finds that every copy that has not been successfully cleared will be opened again and again. After being admitted in disguise by the game NPC, he gets the system prompt: "congratulations on your further progress towards becoming a senior club member."


    Do you mean The difference between senior members and ordinary players is the mastery of the rules of the game?


    But there is no more evidence to support his conjecture.


    Mo Yi no longer put his mind on it. Instead, he raised his eyes and walked around the semi dark room without trace. After making sure that no one had noticed his abnormal performance just now, he stepped forward to the players who were trying to break away from their own spider silk.


    Those players had not yet fully recovered from the spider paralysis toxin, but were attacked by Yu Ran''s hand knife. They knew nothing about what had happened just now, only some vague impressions.


    As they tugged at the sticky white cobwebs, they hissed and moaned about the pain in the back of their necks.


    Yu Ran looks at their embarrassed appearance and involuntarily raises a trace of guilt.


    She squatted down, and Zhou Yunchen helped to tear away the spider silk wrapped around the other three players, avoiding to look at the embarrassed people.


    Just as the cobwebs were almost pulled apart, Yu Ran''s afterglow glimpsed a pair of familiar shoes standing in front of his eyes.


    Yu Ran raises his head subconsciously and is just bumping into Mo Yi''s eyes.


    He slightly drooped his eyelids, a pair of frightening dark eyes half hidden under the slender eyelashes, looked down at them quietly.


    Mo Yi''s face has no emotion, even can be called mild, but Yu Ran has an illusion of being awed.


    She calmed down and was about to open her mouth to say something. Mo Yi interrupted her:


    "let me help you."


    "Yu Ran, you go to tell Zhou Yunchen what he needs to know. I''ll do it here."


    Yu ranleng for a few seconds, then beckons to Zhou Yunchen with understanding. They stand up and walk to one side, whispering in the dark.


    The three players who had just sober up seemed to be confused about the situation in front of them. They looked at Mo Yi, who was half squatting down, and didn''t know how to speak for a while.


    There was an awkward silence in the air for a moment, and only the murmur was heard not far from the lower voice of dye.


    Mo Yi looks calm and lowers his head. His actions are not slow, neat and meticulous.


    An older looking player hesitated and asked, "where''s the spider that attacked us just now?"


    Mo Yi smelled the speech and looked at him and said plainly: "dead."


    Dead?!


    The three players were surprised. They saw with their own eyes how terrible the spider''s body was, how fast and fierce it was, and how could it be so easy to die?


    The color of their faces has changed a few times, and the look at Mo Yi is a little strange.


    How could this be possible?!


    Now only senior players are left alive. They have experienced at least three or four copies of the game. They also have some understanding of the mechanism of the game. They all know that the game will hardly give players the chance to fight back.


    Now it''s just these three people Killed that terrible spider? It''s amazing!


    If they had heard someone say that before, they would only think that the person was either a liar full of lies or a lunatic. But looking at Mo Yi''s calm appearance and considering the chaos of the room in front of them, they were inclined to - what he said could be true.


    Mo Yi''s face did not change. He did not take care of the several people with different faces, but quickly uncovered the last remaining spider web on them.


    He stood up, looked down at the three men, and said with a gentle and calm expression:"According to the mechanism of this replica that I understand now, all the remaining people are grasshoppers on the same line, and we can''t die."


    The faces of the three men also slowly sank down.


    They are all players who can judge the situation. They all heard the seriousness and seriousness of Mo Yi''s words, and clearly realized that he was not joking.


    A player patted the remaining cobweb scraps on his body, then struggled to stand up and look at Mo Yi. He said with a smile on his face and a good attitude:


    "although thank you for saving us, it is not very realistic for us to accept your statement without any doubt now. Do you have more evidence to support it?"


    Listening to the player''s tentative tone, Mo Yi gently smiles, but the smile does not go deep into his eyes.


    Now that he is too lazy to engage in intrigue with them and spy on each other, he simply spread out his words and said:


    "now that the branch task has started, this copy will be more dangerous in the next time. I will not prevent you from looking for branch clues, but I will not directly hand over our achievements.


    But I have to remind you that before you are attacked, another monster that doesn''t belong to this room will kill you in advance. Please think twice


    The player who stood up was blue and white. He was tongue tied and speechless.


    He did have other thoughts to make a vague exploration just now, hoping that Mo Yi could directly share the information he got. However, he did not expect that the other party not only saw through his intention in an instant, but also said it without mercy, which made him lose his position for a moment.


    He was a little angry and was ready to make a remark to ridicule the other party''s brain tonic excess, but just as his eyes were on Mo Yi''s cold black eyes, an illusion of being seen through suddenly hit his heart, which made him feel guilty.


    The organized words stuck in his throat, and he opened his mouth awkwardly, and finally recognized the dumb blunder.


    At this time, Mo Yi''s ear heard the familiar mechanical female voice:


    "dangdangdang, congratulations to player No.13 Zhou Yunchen, unlocking the hidden plot of this escape game!


    Branch task open, complete branch task will reward rich points, please continue to work hard


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Yunchen and Yu Ran, who were walking from the darkness on one side. A slight smile appeared on his face.


    In the process of killing that spider just now, Zhou Yunchen didn''t have to play the role of himself and Yu ranxiao. Without him, the whole plan would be very difficult to succeed.


    He is never stingy about sharing regional tasks with real contributors.


    Yu Ran, who walked in front of him, looked calm and calm, while Zhou Yunchen who walked behind seemed a little in a trance. It seemed that he had not recovered from the excessive amount of information.


    Mo Yi stepped forward and was about to say something, but he saw a pale face slowly emerging in the darkness.


    Yu Ran and Zhou Yunchen, who have seen Ai Wei, are quite calm about her appearance, while the other three players who have seen her from outside are more exaggerated.


    Their faces suddenly turned pale and a high pitched scream broke out in their throats.


    Mo Yi was startled by their sudden cry. He looked at the three people who were shaking and turned to run.


    The three men finally found out Mo Yi. Although they were still afraid of this strange face, they were still afraid of it, but they still stood in the same place with a stiff body, hoping to reduce their sense of existence to zero.


    Ivy didn''t even look at them. She just stared at Mo Yi. Her dark eyes looked gloomy and frightening.


    Her cold, hoarse voice sounded in the cold air: "you want to know why I let you go, right?"


    Mo Yi gazed at her calmly and quietly waited for her to continue.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Because I''m so stupid. "


    A trace of human sadness flashed over the rigid and pale face suspended in the air, but was again blocked by the cold and sharp wall in the next second: "stupid enough to still hope."


    The silent and dark room is silent. The air seems to be stagnating into an entity, like a real bog. Everyone''s heart is pulled into the bottom of the valley, slowly pouring into the mouth and nose, causing a long sense of suffocation.


    Ivy burst into a terrible laugh: "aren''t you going to break the game? I''ll tell you how to break. "


    Mo Yi''s eyes become brighter and stare at Ai Wei.


    Ivy stepped back a few steps, her pale face was almost swallowed by the darkness again, and she said coldly:


    "in the attic, under the sheep''s head, there is what you want."


    Her face was blurry in the dark of chaos:


    "you are the farthest I''ve ever seen, maybe I can..."


    A strange and venomous giggle came from her:


    "however, if you fail, I don''t mind helping you to die less miserable and desperate."Ivy''s shrill laughter seemed like thousands of awls and needles across the wall. There was malice and death in her hoarse voice. Her clear-cut facial features melted into a piece of fuzzy wax.


    Then, the people watched the face of terror, slowly dissipated in the dark.


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 Chapter 76

    Mo Yi''s face was still calm and indifferent. He could not see any mood fluctuation. His dark eyes on his pale face became more and more bright and frightening.


    After a few seconds of staring at Ivy''s vanishing darkness, he turns and walks into the middle of the house.


    The ceiling above the head was pricked by the spider''s hard claws to make several irregular cracks, like ugly scars carved on the fragile crooked wooden ceiling, dark without a trace of light.


    Sawdust and dust were falling from the broken crevasse, part of which fell into the white spider web overlapped in the air, and some fell down the cracks between the webs, flying in the light of the flashlight.


    The secret door is open, and the wooden stairs wrapped with cobwebs are lowered from the door to form a fragile angle with the ground.


    Mo Yi raised his head and looked at the dark door. His dark eyes narrowed slightly. He reached for the ladder which looked a little shaky, then slightly arched his emaciated back and walked up.


    The wooden ladder under the palm has rough and sharp wood thorns, which brings a slight tingling feeling. The spider web entangled on it has not been completely cleaned and hung. It is hung in the middle of the ladder one by one. The sticky and cold feeling twines around the fingers, giving people a kind of unspeakable discomfort.


    When he was halfway there, he seemed to think of something. He turned around and said to the crowd:


    "if you want to come up, you''d better leave two people on the ground to prevent accidents. Moreover, the floor in the attic is too fragile to bear the weight of everyone."


    Mo Yi didn''t give people a chance to answer the questions. He said calmly and plainly:


    "let Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu stay, and shout out if they find anything abnormal."


    His voice is not loud, his words are clear and slow, but there is a sense of reason and can not be refused, which makes people always have a desire to follow.


    After that, Mo Yi turned his head and continued to climb. The unstable wooden ladder made a harsh sound at his feet, and his thin back quickly disappeared into the darkness.


    The people downstairs looked at each other, and then subconsciously followed Mo Yi''s arrangement. After leaving two people, the rest followed Mo Yi''s back and climbed up one by one.


    Mo Yi stands in the middle of a small piece of complete floor in the attic, with a flashlight in his hand, lighting the dark door.


    He watched the players climb up one by one in accordance with his arrangements, and he couldn''t help but curl his lips slightly with satisfaction.


    His previous work led to his serious delusion of persecution and paranoid desire for control for a long time. If he did not quit later, Mo Yi even thought that he might become an antisocial personality.


    Although he has become gentle and peaceful, he still has great vigilance and vigilance to others.


    If everyone follows, if anything happens, it will inevitably lead to the situation beyond control. Yuran and Zhou Yunchen have opened a branch line, which is consistent with his goal and can be trusted temporarily, while the other three players are not necessarily.


    The best way is to divide and rule.


    And Besides this, Mo Yi has other considerations.


    Seeing that all the people had come up, he turned and walked to the window of the attic, carefully avoiding the holes in the ground pierced by the hard claws of spiders.


    In the dark, Mo Yi''s face is calm and calm.


    He is used to being alone. In the previous copy, he had only one or two teammates at most. However, due to objective reasons, the current copy forces the six of them to form a team temporarily.


    Therefore, it is necessary to start from the details and subtly engrave their authority in the subconscious of these people.


    A team with different ideas is far more vulnerable than a team that is absolutely obedient.


    Mo Yi walked through the open space with countless tiny white bones and stood at the window of the attic.


    He looked at the bony goat skull hanging by the window.


    The huge skeleton structure, half hidden in the dark, looks terrible in the pale light of the flashlight, and the black hole in the eyes stares at the people. It looks like a creature out of death.


    A faint swallowing sound came from behind.


    Mo Yi didn''t pay attention to it. He just held the two sides of the skull with two hands, and then lifted it with force, trying to take it off the wall.


    The goat''s skull was unexpectedly heavy and fell down heavily on Mo Yi''s arm, nearly making him stumble.


    Yu Ran stepped forward, stretched out a pair of hands and steadily helped him. He opened his mouth and said, "I''ll help you."


    After saying that, she released her hand and held Mo Yi''s hand. Then she held up the cold skull of the goat and put it on the ground steadily with her strength.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath:.... " All right.


    He shook his head slightly, cleared his mind of the irrelevant miscellaneous emotions, and then turned to look at the wall with the skull.Like the rest of the house, the gray wall was crooked and twisted at an odd angle, not parallel to the floor and the windows. There''s a huge line of dust on both sides of the wall that''s obviously different in color.


    The most striking is that in the middle of the skull outline, there is an inverted Pentagram drawn with blood, and several other strange symbols are painted around it.


    According to the dust traces left by the sheep''s head on the wall, this symbol is definitely very old, but the color of the blood is bright, almost can sting people''s eyes, and there is a faint red light flowing, which looks gloomy and strange.


    Shallow bloody smell mixed with the smell of dust and sawdust in the attic, in the closed space, people can not help but feel some chest tightness.


    Mo Yi approached a few minutes, narrowed his eyes, and carefully looked at the blood drawn inverted five pointed star.


    In the dust floating on the wall, we can see that there is a faint loosening of the inverted pentagram, and dust is falling down the wall.


    Mo Yi stretched out his finger, stroked the protruding piece on the wall, and gently pressed his finger belly on it. The faint sense of movement from the bottom of his fingertip proved his guess. But when he tried to insert his fingertip into the crack of the loose wall, he felt powerless.


    He turned his head and looked at Yu Ran: "have you brought your knife with you?"


    Yu Ran nods, pulls out his backpack, takes out the kitchen knife wrapped in a piece of dirty cloth at random, and then walks forward.


    Mo Yi steps back to make room for her.


    She used her slender fingers to hold a small half of the torn brick, and the powder dust rustled down from her fingertips. Then she exerted her force carefully, and the brick was pulled out along with her movement. The broken small stones fell off, making a hollow sound on the floor.


    It was then discovered that under the cover of dust and broken wall, the bricks were arranged in accordance with the direction and shape of the inverted pentagram, and the brick that was prized by dye happened to be the same as the Pentagon in the middle of the pentagram.


    Mo Yi raised his wrist and used the flashlight in his hand to shine into the hole of the lost brick.


    Seen in a diffuse dust and complex structure of brick and wood support structure, a little dark black things look particularly attractive.


    Mo Yi held his breath and a most probable guess emerged from his heart.


    He reached in slowly, his slender fingers groping through the dust and broken bricks, and then he pinched a foreign body hidden in the brick.


    Mo Yi takes a deep breath and then draws out his palm.


    It was a thin little book. There was no mark on the dark leather skin, and there was no dust on it. There was a strange dark light in the flashlight light.


    He opened the first page, and at the bottom of the page was a line of Latin:


    clavicula Salomonis


    the key to Solomon.


    Mo Yi''s breath is slightly unsteady. His eyes are so bright that he stares at the book which is not amazing in his hands.


    This is the beginning and origin of everything.


    His fingertips gently rubbed the pages of the book. The dry pages under his fingers were of an unusual texture, tough as leather, and felt strangely.


    Mo Yi irradiates the book with a flashlight and observes it closely.


    There are faint lines and wrinkles like skin on the paper, and even the fine pores on it can be seen.


    A chill rose from behind.


    This is a real human skin book.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath. Just as he was about to look through it, he only heard the hysterical cry of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu coming from downstairs.


    All of them were surprised. Mo Yi closed the page, crammed it into his bag, and then, together with others, hurried to the open secret door and looked down.


    Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu''s faces appeared under the secret door. They approached the unstable wooden ladder, and then looked up to see several people in the attic.


    They looked calm and rational, as if the yelling had not come from them at all.


    Zhou Yunchen even gave a shallow smile to Mo Yi:


    "it''s OK. It''s OK. It was a misunderstanding just now. We were too nervous to control the volume. I''m sorry."


    Seeing that the alarm was cancelled, everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then they looked down at them from the upstairs and complained: "you are too timid. It can be scared and we are so nervous."


    Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu smile awkwardly and make up for their mistakes.


    Mo Yi slowly frowned, suddenly cold throat, said: "quiet."


    As if his words have some kind of magic spell general, people''s hearts are tight, subconsciously closed their mouths.


    There is a strange silence in the air.


    Zhou Yunchen raised his head, a pair of dark eyes closely watched Mo Yi, and said with a smile: "what''s the matter? What can I do for you? "Mo Yi frowned tightly, did not answer, but concentrated on listening to the sound in the air.


    From afar, there was a faint singing voice. Unexpectedly, although the volume of the singing voice was very low, the lyrics were heard very clearly. It sang the same sentence again and again:


    "my love, oh, e to me -"


    [my love, oh, e to me -- "


    [my love, oh, come to my arms --]


    Mo Yi''s scalp exploded and broke into a cold sweat.


    According to the settings of this replica It''s only when you get close to the monster that you can hear what they''re singing.


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 Chapter 77

    Mo Yi''s heart leaps violently, and a sense of horror climbs up along the meridians and skeletons. The cold feeling of Mo Yi stabs into the texture like a sharp blade and cuts through the flesh and blood.


    He suddenly straightened up, the hard soles of his shoes rubbed on the ground, and several pieces of wood debris flew down with his movements.


    A chilling scene appeared. The pieces of wood passed straight through Zhou Yunchen''s upturned face, making fragmentary noises on the ground as though they were through the air or water.


    For a moment, everyone was silent.


    Zhou Yunchen''s face was still calm as before, with a slight smile. He looked up at Mo Yi and asked the same question in the same tone:


    "what''s the matter? What can I do for you? "


    Wang Zhu, standing beside him, also raised his head, with a smile almost carved from the same mold as Zhou Yunchen, which made all the people who watched them stand on their hair stand on end.


    Mo Yi''s face turned white, and the singing voice in his ear seemed more and more clear, singing over and over:


    "my love, oh, e to me --"


    [my love, oh, come to me]


    his voice is long and slow, as if with a kind of enchanting magic.


    And in the silence of the whole body, and the thin as the gossamer singing, a murmur from far away into the eardrum.


    It was the rubbing sound of the pace on the ground. It seemed that someone was walking out slowly. In the rustling sound, Mo Yi''s ears caught a trace of familiar sound.


    As if the general murmur of a dream: " Menglin. "


    This is Zhou Yunchen''s voice?


    Mo Yi was stunned. An almost absurd conjecture flashed through his mind like lightning, illuminating his eyes with white light.


    His breath was slightly stagnant, but in his stupefied breath, the sound of the friction of his feet became more and more distant. The whisper caught in his ears just now no longer appeared. In the silence, it seemed that there was only that mantra like chant.


    Mo Yi gritted his teeth and started to move. He climbed up the crooked wooden ladder with his palm. A cat''s waist stepped on the crooked ladder. Then he took several strides without hesitation. He gritted his teeth and jumped down.


    With his movements, the figures of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu shook. If a stone was thrown into the calm lake, the reflected scenery would be broken and shaken, and slowly turned into smoke and cloud, and the phantom would be scattered.


    From the bottom of his foot came the tingling pain, which almost spread to the bone of his leg. Mo Yi staggered several steps before he could stand still.


    Before he could breathe a sigh of relief because of the disappearance of these two illusions, Mo Yi looked up and saw a familiar corner of his clothes around the corner of the room. The slow and slow footsteps seemed to have stepped on the carpet in the corridor, which changed from harsh to dull.


    Mo Yi''s heart "clutters" a, regardless of his leg on the faint pain, he straightened up, a lunge rushed out.


    Sure enough, Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu were standing in the corridor, shuffling out slowly. Their movements were stiff and looked like puppets. They were led forward by an invisible force.


    In the dark corridor, their figures are projected onto the twisted and uneven wall by the light of flashlights. They look rather ferocious and terrifying.


    The singing voice seemed to be louder and louder, soft and clear as if whispering in Mo Yi''s ear:


    " my love£¬oh£¬e to me¡­¡­¡±


    Mo Yi''s eyes were in a trance. It seemed that there was some shade that covered his vision and made his step stop for a moment.


    Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in his ear:


    "-- leave"


    Mo Yi was suddenly cold, and his heart was filled with cold, like thousands of ice needles into his brain, which made him wake up instantly.


    He propped up the wall on one side. The cold and hard surface of the wall awakened his mind to some extent -


    Mo Yi couldn''t help but think of the strange dream he had been dreaming of. There was a voice calling him to stay, which was as hard to break away as a dark swamp, and the voice just whispered We''re letting him go.


    Who is talking? What is the meaning of discourse?


    Where are you going to leave? Where to stay?


    Mo Yi is in a state of confusion. He shakes his head. His vision is clear and his mind is not as heavy as before. He looks up to the front. The back of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu is slowly pushing away the debris piled up in the corridor, and keeps moving forward, as if nothing can stop them.


    The traces of Xin Kui''s fight with spiders just now filled the corridor with broken debris, and the trail left deliberately before was destroyed, blocking their way out. Otherwise, they would have left when Mo Yi was shaking his spirits.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and emptied his mind.


    Now is not the time to think about this. Once these two players die, all the previous achievements will be wasted.Mo Yi comes forward with a lunge, reaches out and grabs Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu''s collars and yanks them back.


    One of the two walking corpses was dragged and staggered. Slowly, he turned his head and looked at Mo Yi. There seemed to be nothing in a pair of empty pupils. They turned back again, and then bent down to pick up the barrier in the corridor.


    Zhou Yunchen lifted the broken chair on the ground rigidly, and murmured in his mouth:


    "Menglin."


    There was a sweet smile on his lips, but his eyes were stiff and unfocused.


    The singing in the ear is long and sad. It seems that it can pierce the wall and pierce into the eardrum directly and dance on the human heart.


    But this time, Mo Yi did not hear any more auditory hallucinations.


    He looked down at his two pale, thin arms that could touch the bones, and rationally judged the current situation.


    He was afraid that he could not control these two normal sized adults alone.


    Although they seem to have little intelligence now, they will not resist.


    Mo Yi kicked the things that had been moved by the two men back to their original position. Then he looked at the hill of debris and made sure that they couldn''t clear a way for a while. Then he turned around and walked quickly to the house.


    But as soon as he entered the house, he found something wrong.


    The players who had stayed in the attic had already climbed down one by one. Their movements were stiff and their eyes were blank, as if they were listening to something in a trance.


    Then they moved.


    With a sweet smile on his lips, his stiff limbs drive his body, moving slowly towards the door, without focusing his eyes on the door, as if he were looking at someone through the air.


    The voice in my ear is rhythmic, graceful and lyrical:


    my love, come to me!


    Looking at the players coming to him, Mo Yi quickly closed the door with a "slap" sound. With a big action, the dust on the door almost fell down. From the door came a slow and continuous knocking sound, hammering at the broken door.


    Mo Yi drags the door to death. The sound of clang coming from the door panel makes his hands ache.


    He idly turned to look at Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu on the other side of the corridor. They were still rigidly picking up the debris in the corridor. Although the speed was not fast, it was steady and lasting.


    Mo Yi''s heart is anxious. If it goes on like this, sooner or later, the two men will be able to clear up a road and follow the sound of seducing them to go downstairs.


    But according to the present situation, once he let go, several people behind the door will surely rush out.


    At that time, it will be one on five. Although the confused players are not aggressive, it is hard to stop them according to his strength.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows wrinkled tightly, her thin lips tightly pursed, and her dark eyes flashed complicated light on her pale face.


    At this time, Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu''s bodies suddenly gave a sudden thump, and then they fell to the ground at the same time, making two heavy muffled noises on the carpet covered wooden floor.


    Mo Yi was stunned and looked at the scene in front of him.


    A pale face appeared in the shadow of the corridor.


    Ivy.


    Her hoarse voice sounded in the corridor: "don''t worry, you''re not dead."


    Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief and gave her a shallow smile: "thank you very much."


    Ai Wei''s facial expression is stiff and cold, a pair of dark eyes staring at Mo Yi, coldly open a way: "you have not been affected."


    Mo Yi one Leng: "what?"


    The voice in my ear is still singing the same sentence over and over again, which sounds monotonous and strange.


    In the song, Ivy slowly twisted her lips and showed an ugly smile:


    "it can let people see the most important people in their hearts, love, family, friends, and then enlarge your feelings for these people by dozens or even hundreds of times."


    Confuse the eyes and minds of players, let them immersed in love - happy to death.


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly.


    Although I have roughly guessed the possibility, I still feel depressed when I hear Ivy say it.


    Ivy gave a raucous smile:


    "you''re the first person I''ve ever met who hasn''t been affected."


    The twisted smile on her face has disappeared, and her eyes are staring at Mo Yi with black eyes:


    "I have never seen anyone cold-blooded enough not to have feelings for anyone."


    Mo Yi''s lips showed a noncommittal smile. Instead of answering Ivy''s sharp words, he changed a topic and asked:


    "since it can let people see the most important person in their heart, will it be useful to you?"


    In other words, can you see your lover and children?


    Ivy''s original clear facial features became blurred and terrifying. She said with a few hoarse smiles: "what do you say?"After saying that, she did not seem to want to say a word with Mo Yi any more, but slowly dissipated in the darkness - as she did when she came.


    Mo Yi breathed out a long breath, and then sat down against the door. Behind him came the continuous and stiff knocking on the door, which rhythmically shook his back, but it was firmly blocked and could not be opened.


    Now Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu are laid down by Ai Wei, and he has no worries at the moment. He just needs to block the several people behind him.


    Mo Yi takes a deep look at Ai Wei''s disappearing darkness, and her dark eyes are slightly heavy.


    Now, her facial features are more and more clear, and her face rarely turns into the melting wax oil state at the beginning. She says more and more, the logic becomes more and more clear, and the emotional changes are more and more obvious -


    and her heart is becoming more and more soft.


    It was as if she was slowly changing to what she had been.


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 Chapter 78

    Mo Yi''s back was leaning against the old and twisted door. His cold touch was imprinted on his back through his thin clothes. Behind the door came the rhythmic clanging sound. The vibration came along the door panel, and almost all his internal organs were shaking.


    The voice came from downstairs through the thin walls, chanting the repeated melody in a low voice.


    It overlaps with the monotonous percussion sound behind the door, which sounds particularly weird.


    Mo Yi leaned back and pressed the door panel which did not match the door frame.


    Xin Kui''s confused players are like puppets without too much aggressiveness, rigid action and small range. Otherwise, he can''t guarantee whether he can block the three normal players with his own weight behind the door.


    Mo Yi looked up at the end of the corridor. Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu collapsed on the ground. Under the cover of high debris, they looked like two piles of fuzzy shadows.


    Yi Wei didn''t believe them for a moment.


    He lowered his eyes slightly, then stretched out his hand to pull his backpack behind him and pulled the zipper open. Then, he held the flashlight in one hand and reached into the backpack with the other hand -


    he took out the leather book he had crammed into the backpack.


    The soft touch that belongs to the skin alone comes from under the fingertips. The dry skin lines can be seen in the pale light of the flashlight, with a faint dark halo. Just watching can feel a kind of creepy evil power.


    Mo Yi takes a deep breath and ignores the singing sound and the continuous slapping sound behind his head, then opens it.


    Ivy''s book was passed down by her grandmother''s family, but the book was still passed down by her grandmother.


    And the sacrificial ceremony she arranged to revive her children was also found in this book.


    Mo Yi quickly and carefully read the book, the slight friction sound in the narrow dark corridor is particularly clear.


    Different from the Latin and English Manuscripts he found in the graveyard before, this book is completely written in Latin, without any English, and is also mixed with a lot of strange symbols. According to the shape, it is a branch of ancient Semitic.


    Mo Yi frowned with some annoyance, and felt a little agitated at the moment.


    His knowledge of ancient languages is basically limited to the few basic books he once read. Now it is almost impossible to translate the contents of this book related to professional mysticism.


    It''s like sitting on a gold mine without digging tools.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips in chagrin. His pale face was rarely tinged with a trace of private emotion. He looked childish in the dim light in the corridor.


    He secretly set a goal in his mind: after going out from this copy, he must learn this aspect well.


    Mo Yi thought in his mind, while he continued to turn back.


    As he opened the book, he saw a corner of yellow paper from the human skin book slightly fell out of half.


    Mo Yi was stunned and quickly turned over the page of the book. He saw half of the manuscript full of handwriting in the book. It seemed that half of it had been torn off, and the lower half was cut off by uneven tear marks. It seemed to be extremely familiar.


    His eyes suddenly lit up, then he hastily opened the side pocket of his backpack and found the manuscript found in the tomb.


    There are still traces of soil and blood on it. The dense ink handwriting looks clear and flat, which is exactly the same as the paper sandwiched in the human skin book.


    Mo Yi overlaps the two pieces of paper up and down, and with his action, the crooked tear marks on the top coincide perfectly.


    He pursed his dry lips a little excitedly, breathing slightly more rapidly.


    This piece of paper has more English. Although it is still mixed with a lot of Latin, with Mo Yi''s simple foundation, he can also guess a lot with a mask.


    He spread the two manuscripts on the ground, holding a flashlight in one hand and the opened human skin book in the other hand. His eyes were like lightning between the two, and he conceived and organized in his mind to try different combinations of sentences and sentences, words and words.


    Unknowingly, the singing in my ears did not know when it began to stop.


    An eerie and thick silence was enveloped, and it spread like a tide, blocking every pore.


    Mo Yi broke away from his mind. He was stunned for a few seconds, then looked down at his wrist watch: this hour has less than 20 minutes to end.


    The song suddenly ended There''s something wrong.


    Mo Yi raised his vigilance and looked around him --


    there was only darkness left in front of him. There was no corridor, no room, no singing, no door shaking behind.Nothing there?


    Only the strong darkness, suffocating and concentrated in the boundless space, is quiet as if the darkness has never changed since ancient times. The cold feeling climbs up the lower leg. The swimming snake spits out the cold letter, and entangles his limbs with a sticky and smooth body, slowly upward.


    Mo Yi''s breath changed rhythm for a while, and a little confusion and confusion flashed in his eyes.


    He was a little confused about where he was.


    Is it in the copy or in your own nightmare.


    From his feet came a soft feeling like a swamp, which slowly absorbed him and pulled his body down by his gravity. The heavy darkness squeezed his chest, making every cell of his cell wither in the lack of oxygen, as if falling into a dream hard to wake up.


    Serene and calm.


    A strange feeling eroded his reason, like the lure of honey, trying to pull him into a deep, deep sleep.


    Mo Yi''s pupils are out of focus. His eyelids close slowly, and his long eyelashes are getting closer to his lower eyelashes.


    Just then, he bit the tip of his tongue.


    Along with the sharp pain spread, it was the strong smell of blood in his mouth. The rust rolled heavily between his lips and tongue, and instantly awakened his mind.


    The voice in his ear changed from small to big, and gradually became clear from the misty blur, as if someone was talking in his ear.


    Mo Yi raised his head at a loss, and his out of focus pupil searched in vain, trying to find the source of the sound.


    "-- are you all right?"


    The familiar deep male voice is magnetic and elegant, as if it can bring the faint vibration in the air, and the cold voice line seems to hide some deep and turbulent emotions.


    Mo Yi blinked. He found himself still sitting in the corridor, but different from what he had just done, he bent up his legs and seemed to be ready to stand up. The door panel behind him opened a gap because of his action.


    The greater the vibration and sound of the clapping door, the more he almost fell forward.


    He hastily pressed back, his palms against the ground, rubbed against the dirty and rough carpet, and felt pain. For a moment, his body burst out great strength and pressed the door back again.


    Mo Yi took a low breath, and a layer of cold sweat came from behind his back, which made him cold.


    The dark corridor, the shaking door behind, and the faint singing in my ears came back again.


    Just now he almost relaxed his vigilance and was bewildered by the song.


    ¡­¡­ In this copy, you can''t take it lightly for a while.


    Mo Yi pressed the sharp and painful tip of his tongue against his palate. There was still a strong smell of rust in his mouth. The bloody smell spread to the esophagus and nasal cavity with the pain, which made him more awake.


    The man''s voice sounded in his ear again: -- are you ok


    It''s the sound of fog.


    Mo Yi blinked, stopped for a moment, and then replied: -- Not bad. "


    As soon as he opened his mouth, he found how hoarse his voice was, and the burning pain in his throat almost startled him.


    Mo Yi thought for a moment, then hesitated and asked, "can you speak at this time?"


    The other party laughed and then replied, "only after the rules of this copy no longer exclude me."


    "It doesn''t repel you now?" Mo Yi cleared his throat and tried to make his voice normal.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Not yet, so what I can say is limited. "


    The voice of the fog was heavy.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, but was he surprised? The game was like a control maniac. If he could break through the restrictions in the copy so easily, he would begin to doubt whether there was fraud.


    He opened his mouth again and spoke a little more quickly:


    "the hour is almost over, but because of you, it still has nothing to gain, so the monster is ready to take the last shot. I was afraid that you would be hit, so I opened my mouth."


    After saying that, misty smile gently:


    "I didn''t expect that you didn''t need my help at all."


    Mo Yi slightly twisted his eyebrows. Before he could say anything, Mo Yi listened to the mist and continued: "the monster of this hour is at the end of its tether, and it is not enough to be afraid - you should be careful, it is the next one."


    There was a tinge of solemnity in his cold voice:


    "buried in the earth on Sunday, this is Solomon''s last day."


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows are slightly Zheng. He looks down at his wristwatch: there are five minutes left in this hour.


    The singing in that background has begun to weaken and become spirited, and now it is difficult to recognize the clear lyrics even if you listen carefully.


    As the seconds and minutes on the watch moved forward one by one, the sound became lower and weaker.Finally, it gently sings the last sad melody, and the ending sound slowly disappears into the air:


    "my love, oh, e to me..."


    Then there was silence again.


    Behind the door no longer came repeated and monotonous knocking on the door, behind several players seem to disappear in the sound of the moment began to rational return.


    From the door came low groans and vague conversations.


    Mo Yi''s stiff and cold fingers moved slightly. Then he reached out to pick up the paper and the human skin book on the ground and put them back into his newspaper.


    In the dark eyes under the long eyelashes, there is not a bit of relief, but a deep dignified.


    Now there''s one last hour left.


    ¡¾buried on sunday.


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 Chapter 79

    Mo Yi stood up with his palm still against the door panel. Through the gap between the twisted door panel and the door frame, Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked inward.


    There was a slight light in the crack of the door. It seemed that people were walking in the room. A shadow came to me, and a light tap came from the door panel.


    Yu Ran''s voice, half hesitant and half cautious, came from the room and looked stuffy through the door:


    " Mo Yi? "


    Mo Yi put the tip of his tongue against his jaw, and felt the familiar tingling. As his movements spread, a faint bloody breath was released from his mouth again, and he relaxed a little.


    After his eyes were blinded once, even now the time has passed, but he is still much more cautious.


    Mo Yi replied in a low voice, and then released his hands on the door.


    The wooden door panel opened slowly with his action, revealing Yu Ran and the other two players standing behind the door. They stood in the door looking at each other, their expressions tangled and bewildered.


    Yu Ran holds the door frame with one hand, presses his forehead with the other, and looks at Mo Yi with a little muddled.


    She blinked her eyes, organized her language a little, and then, half dazed and half surprised, she said:


    " What happened just now? "


    The other two players behind him also looked at a loss, and one of them said:


    "I remember I was in the attic just now, after you jump down I seem to hear something very familiar, and then I don''t know. "


    Yu Ran and another player looked at each other, then hesitated and nodded:


    "yes, I remember the same."


    Mo Yi raised his wrist and pointed his finger on the dial. His manicured fingernails made a slight crackle on the dial:


    "look at the time."


    The three looked at their watches at the same time, then they were shocked and took a loud breath:


    "- only one hour left?"


    Br >


    , you can only control the action of the player in the room for an hour


    One of the players frowned and looked at Mo Yi suspiciously:


    "then why are you not confused?"


    Mo Yi''s expression remained unchanged, and he replied:


    "it''s probably because I''m determined."


    The man choked and frowned angrily. He was about to say something more, but ran suddenly jumped up and asked in a panic:


    "wait! The three of us are locked in here without following the sound! What about Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu? "


    Yu''s face is a little pale, and there is a rare look of bewilderment on his face. You should know that in this copy, the lives of all of them are related. Once someone dies, it is likely to bring irreparable consequences.


    Mo Yi steps back to make room, and then points to the deep corridor on one side.


    Yu Ran takes a step forward and looks in the direction of Mo Yi''s finger. In the shadow of debris at one end of the corridor, two figures are lying prone in the dark. The blurred outline and the larger shadow are covered. It is almost impossible to recognize without careful observation.


    Yu Ran breathed a long sigh of relief, and then quickly stepped forward. The flashlight in her hand swayed with her steps. The pale circle of light soon illuminated the two lying on the ground.


    Mo Yi and the other two players also followed her. As he walked, he said:


    "now it''s less than an hour before the end of this copy. Next, it will be more dangerous. You must be more careful."


    Yu Ran squatted down and put his flashlight on the ground. Then he patted the comatose Zhou Yunchen: "Hey, wake up."


    Zhou Yunchen still closed his eyes, his pale face showed no sign of waking up.


    He and Wang Zhu''s bodies were covered with dust and looked extremely embarrassed.


    The player who asked the question frowned. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but the next words were stuck in his throat, and only a few fuzzy monosyllables flowed out.


    Yu Ran pulled up Zhou Yunchen''s collar, swung his arm round, and slapped him several times. The clear sound echoed in the corridor. Her voice was still soft and gentle:


    "Hey, wake up."


    The two players glared round their eyes, watching her rude and violent behavior, while unconsciously touching their back neck.


    I don''t know why. I always feel a little pain in my neck.


    Zhou Yunchen opened his eyes in confusion and seemed to be ready to say something, but he got hurt in his face and hissed. His eyes finally woke up.He straightened up on the floor beside him, and looked around him blankly. His eyes finally stopped on Yu Ran, who was nearest to him:


    " Why did you hit me? "


    Yu Ran turns his eyes and doesn''t answer directly. Instead, he strides over his body and walks to Wang Zhu, who is in a coma. He slaps him several times and wakes him up.


    Seeing both of them return to their sober state, Yu Ran stands up and pats the dust on his body. He simply repeats Mo Yi''s explanation just now, and finally concludes: "there is less than an hour left, and it is likely to be more dangerous after that. I suggest you two get up quickly and don''t waste time."


    Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu covered their aching cheeks. It seemed that they were still not able to recover. Their hard brains were still digesting the information that Yu Ran had just given them. They looked silly.


    Mo Yi stood aside and looked down at them. He said faintly:


    "the last nursery rhyme will come at any time. Don''t be surprised."


    His voice had no emotional fluctuations, and his voice was cold, which seemed to have no deterrent effect.


    But it''s intuitively frightening, and almost wants to listen subconsciously.


    After that, Wang Lin quickly climbed up and down from the ground in spite of the dust.


    Mo Yi slightly pursed the corner of his lips, slowly looked around several people around him, and then said:


    "just now when you were hallucinating, I read the human skin book found in the attic and found some clues."


    The player who asked for clues from Mo Yi at the beginning raised his eyebrows and said in a strange way:


    "do you expect us to directly believe all your words? There''s no reason not to show it to us? "


    Mo Yi took out the book from his backpack and threw it to the player casually:


    "help yourself."


    The other party took the book in a hurry, and his brow flashed with restraint, but the moment he opened the book, the expression on his face became stiff.


    Next to the two people curiously came over, looking at the handwriting on the same face.


    ¡­¡­ Look, I don''t understand.


    Mo Yi glanced at them lightly. Instead of pointing out directly, he said:


    "in the past six hours, we were passively waiting for nursery rhymes to ring out. Now I have some new ideas, maybe Then we can take the initiative. "


    Seeing that Mo Yi didn''t poke his painful foot directly, the player coughed awkwardly. Then he handed the book back to Mo Yi and said in a weak voice:


    " What do you think we''re going to do next


    Mo Yi looked down at his wristwatch:


    there are still 53 minutes left in this copy, but there is still no shadow of the last nursery rhyme.


    He reached out his hand, took over the book, patted the dust on it, put it back in his backpack, and took a deep look at the other party''s subconscious dodging sight.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and turned his eyes. His thoughts gradually took shape. He said:


    "go downstairs first."


    The people looked at each other. Before the spider came out, they had already turned over the whole second floor. If they stayed, they would not find anything new, so they nodded in agreement.


    Several people walked to the debris piled up on the corridor, and then worked together to clear away the broken boards and furniture above, and worked together to clear a road leading downstairs.


    Mo Yi, holding a flashlight in his hand, lit the dark road ahead, carefully avoiding the small debris on the ground that had not been cleaned up, and walked cautiously and quickly.


    There are still some pale cobwebs at the entrance of the stairs, hanging in the air like a curtain curtain, with a lot of dust on them and a strange smell.


    Mo Yi pulls aside the cobweb hanging in front of him, and carefully steps on the narrow and uneven stairs in the dark, and goes down together with others.


    Under the illumination of a flashlight, Mo Yi can see Zhou Yunchen''s hair and straight shoulders walking in front of him.


    Mo Yi hesitated for a moment, reached out and gently dusted his shoulder. A burst of dust flew with his movement and fell in the light of the flashlight.


    Zhou Yunchen turned his head and looked at it. He said carelessly, "it was probably when I moved something just now."


    Mo Yi slowly frowns, pale face on the dark eyes flicker with contemplative look.


    As they spoke, they returned to the hall on the first floor. Everything was as usual in the hall. The twisted door opened and framed the gloomy darkness outside. In the dark, we could see the flashing blue numbers slowly counting down:


    00:50:05


    and in the middle of the hall, there was a large pool of bright red blood and long drags The drag trace extends along the floor to the open door, engulfed by a thick darkness.This should be the monster that appeared in the sixth hour.


    The blood on the floor was slowly seeping down to the ground, as if sucked greedily by a sponge. A large piece of dazzling blood was soon completely disappeared.


    Even if it is not the first time to see this kind of scene, people are still scalp numb.


    Mo Yi''s sight was not attracted by the strange disappearing bloodstain like the others. Instead, he looked around the whole room with a frown, his eyes resting on his sleeve.


    The folds of the fabric were covered with a thin layer of dust, including on his shoulders.


    Mo Yi took a quick step forward, walked to the wall and wiped it with his palm.


    A large amount of dust suddenly fell on the wall which looked very normal. The solid and smooth surface suddenly concave, as if it had been forced to dig a piece, and fell to the ground.


    Mo Yi is cold all over.


    The house is rapidly deserting.


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 Chapter 80

    Mo Yi''s face more and more no blood color, only dark eyes color deep, like two cold stars in the snow.


    He tightened his brow, turned his head around the room, slipped over the gaping crowd behind him, and whispered subconsciously:


    "this is Solomon; Grandy''s last day. "


    Other people also thought of this in the game at the beginning of the prompt, coincidentally played a chill.


    More dust is falling around the body, and the twisted and uneven ceiling is like being overwhelmed with heavy load. Several deep cracks are opened, and the gray dust splashes down the wall.


    As if it was a domino that had been touched, the chain effect spread rapidly with the corner of the collapse, and the whole house seemed to fall into a strange circle of collapse and slide irretrievably towards the abyss of falling and collapsing.


    More dust fell from the side and piled up on people''s bodies and feet. The whole air seemed to be filled with dust, as if the breath in and out of the air were mixed with countless dust, bringing a strong sense of suffocation.


    Players are at a loss for a moment, subconsciously looking to the only one in the team who knows clearly what they are going to do, just like a drowning man looking for driftwood, nervously and frantically seeking the help of the most determined person.


    At the same time, they looked at Mo Yi and asked in a hurry:


    "what to do next?"


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and quickly looked around the whole room. In his heart, he estimated the trend of desertification in the room. Then he made a decision and said:


    "go out."


    This twisted room is like a sandcastle, which is pushed gently by the child''s palm, and then falls into an irreparable collapse. The ceiling is dangerously hanging in the air, the walls collapse down like mud softened by water flow, and the floor has become a texture of sand, which is like a whirlpool to attract people to slide down, making it difficult to move forward.


    Mo Yi raised his arm to block his head in case the sand falling from his head lost his sight. Then he tried his best to break away from the mud like dust at his feet and rushed to the open door.


    Just as they rushed to the door, they saw that the gate slammed shut with a bang!


    Yu Ran takes a big step forward and reaches for the door handle. The door frame and door panel that are close to sandification are welded together like a steel wall. However she shakes it, the door can''t be opened.


    She gritted her teeth, retreated a few steps, ran to the wooden door, and tried to break it open with her body''s momentum, but it seemed useless except to make herself covered in dust.


    Looking at the solid door, people''s hearts slowly sank to the bottom of the valley, feeling almost desperate for a moment.


    This room wants to bury them alive!


    Like Solomon Grandy, buried in the ground forever!


    Mo Yi frowned, trying to keep his mind clear at the critical moment of life and death. His eyes wandered around the whole wall of the house, trying to find a breakthrough.


    Just then, his eyes brightened.


    Through the window, we can see the broken glass in the window, which is not only a few pieces of broken glass, but also a piece of dry glass.


    Mo Yi''s breath is slightly stagnant. He doesn''t think much in his heart. His body has already moved ahead of his brain.


    He quickly stepped over to the window, pounded and shook the half sanded window frame, trying to find any loophole in the wall.


    Several other people saw Mo Yi''s movements and came to help. They hit the seemingly vulnerable wall with their own weight and body momentum. Heavy dust fell with their movements, splashing their heads and faces, and choking people coughed.


    The debris and wood blocks on the top of the head fall down on the shoulder and back, bringing about the pain that can not be ignored. They turn into dust in the moment when they touch people, and then slide down to the ground along the body of everyone, accumulating thick sand under their feet.


    Unconsciously, the sand on the ground has been as high as the ankle and accumulated to the knee. If you want to move, you must first work hard to get your legs out of the sand, and then step into the soil again.


    Players are struggling to move their bodies in the sand while attacking and crashing into the walls of houses with all their strength.


    However, the development of the matter did not meet people''s wishes. Even if everyone tried harder, the wall still in the desertification did not move. Only a few threads of irrelevant dust fell from it, as if some malicious magic was besieging them and not letting them leave.


    Just like everything else, it just made up the huge mark that appeared inside the tomb, the deformed inverted Pentagram and the simple line sheep skull were magnified and restored to a whole piece of land!


    And that piece of blood red land is the center of the whole pattern!


    At this time, the soft and fuzzy sound of nursery rhymes, innocent and delicate children''s voice sounds sweet and beautiful, as if singing the sweetest things in the world.But at the moment, it can only cause the deepest shudder in people''s heart.


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 Chapter 81

    Thick and thick, like glue like darkness, envelops the barren ground. The debris can''t support the sand and dust accumulated in the house. The fluid flows slowly and diffuses with a faint dark red color. It seems that there is life eroding every inch of the ground.


    The craggy withered branches, like pale and thin limbs, stretched out into a dark sky in despair. Under the dead branches, dark red sand flowed and slowly accumulated into small sand dunes.


    The soft voice of a child is floating in the air, singing indistinct ballads gently. The gossamer enters into the eardrum, and slowly penetrates into the seven orifices and limbs of the listener, leaving a cold and dreary wet mark like a snake.


    Mo Yi held his breath. His pale and bloody fingers were stiff and cold. His dark eyes were staring at the place where the song came from.


    The hard wall stands in the flowing dark red quicksand, which surrounds the center of the house.


    In the middle of the land, which was red and stained with blood, behind the two black stone tablets, the soft soil seemed to move twice, and then slowly arched upward.


    Everyone was staring at the land, and their eyes were filled with horror, but they seemed to be caught in some nightmare. Their eyes were tightly attached to the terrible scene in front of them, unable to move at all.


    The arch of the blood red soil became more intense, as if something was struggling to climb out from below.


    The singing became clearer. The soft murmur of the children''s voice seemed to be in the ear, singing unknown tunes in a low voice. Each melody was like a pale hand, tightly holding people''s throats and gripping their hearts, bringing drowning suffocation and fear.


    Only a slight rustling sound was heard, and then the bright red soil rose like a wave and spread around. The bloody soil turned up a strong rust smell, and then stayed in the surrounding sand.


    Finally, the shape of the whole land was determined. The winding dark red sand soil and the bright red soil set off each other. The tall walls separated the whole pattern into twisted and complicated figures, including all the trees and paths on the whole land, forming a strange pattern.


    It appeared in the empty tomb, and on the page where the human skin book was tucked in.


    Mo Yi''s breath is slightly short, because of blood loss and appears some pale lips bow tight, a pair of extremely deep black eyes flash with a strange light.


    The land behind the two tombstones is now deeply sunk by the soil just surging, leaving only a thin layer of soil covering its surface.


    Two small pale hands came out of the tomb at the same time.


    The singing became clearer and clearer, and seemed to be mingled with children''s happy laughter.


    Two small figures stood up from behind the tombstone. Their movements were stiff like puppets. Their rigid joints supported the ground on the edge of the tomb chamber. Then they twisted their limbs and climbed up from the ground.


    What is clear is like a scene in a horror movie, slowing down in people''s eyes.


    They slowly turned their heads and looked straight at the players who were standing there. There was no expression on their pale faces, just like those painted on them. Their red mouth was slowly opened and closed, and the chant of nursery rhymes overflowed from their mouths:


    "what are little boys made of


    frogs and snail


    and puppy dogs \ \ ''tails,


    what Are little girls made of


    sugar and spice


    and all that \ \''s nice.


    [what is a little boy made of?


    Frog and snail


    and dog''s tail


    what is a little girl made of?


    Sugar and spices, and all the beautiful things.


    on the paper full of oil and blood fingerprints nailed to the kitchen counter, it was written this nursery rhyme, which was slowly sung from the mouth of two children who were made up of countless corpses, which was even more weird and twisted.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at them carefully.


    They are the two children in the black-and-white picture embedded in the pendant. The original flat and fuzzy facial features suddenly become three-dimensional and vivid. There is no blood on the two young faces. Two pairs of dark blue eyes with no emotion are staring at them straight. Their red lips open and close, and continue to sing the short nursery rhyme.


    And the most remarkable thing is that they have two huge blood holes in their slender legs and knees.


    Gurgling blood flowed down the blood hole, slowly down the pale skin, wet their snow-white stockings and small black shoes, trickling into the bright red soil.


    That is the last part of the human body that is missing from the seven offerings.


    In horror, the crowd retreated slowly, hoping to leave the two creepy children as far as possible, but now the twisted house has collapsed, and there is no shelter on the whole land, and there is no place to hide.As one of the insiders of the whole incident, Yu Ran''s breathing was slightly disordered, and there was no blood on her beautiful face. She settled her mind, approached Mo Yi''s ear, lowered her voice, and asked in a trembling voice:


    "this Are these Erica and John? "


    Mo Yi Mou color is deep, nod a head, shake head again: "be, also not."


    They are not so much Erica and John as the monsters summoned by the demon sacrifice. They are a failed attempt to put together the split human bodies and try to spell out the lost relatives.


    He had observed at close quarters that it was the tomb, where the whole sacrifice should have begun and completed. The two children were no longer Erica and John, but just a monster with the same looks and made up of human remains.


    Ivy''s desperate act of being exploited by the devil wanted to revive her child, but she summoned the empty body carrying the deadly disease to the world.


    Yu Ran''s fingers twitch nervously, and the tense look spreads from her face to her tense body:


    "so They are the monsters of the hour? "


    As she asked, she secretly calculated and analyzed the situation in front of her. Since the sacrifice had not been completed, the kneecap bones of the two children were not available. Even if there was no shelter or shelter on the whole land, as long as the two of them did not use the same mental attack as the last hour, according to their healthy adults, they should be completely It''s possible not to be caught.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes flashed a faint melancholy, he shook his head: "if it is good."


    Standing beside him, Yu Ran is stunned. Obviously, he didn''t expect Mo Yi to answer like this. For a while, he didn''t know how to answer.


    at this time, a small piece of darkness slowly formed in front of the two children who were like dolls.


    A familiar figure emerged.


    The burnt black body is twisted and deformed as if burned by fire. Above the burnt black body is a pale and beautiful face. A pair of dark eyes are fixed on the young faces of the two children. The eyes seem to contain countless deep emotions, no tears of despair, and deep love.


    When Yu Ran is shocked, he suddenly remembers what Mo Yi said on the second floor:


    [what if you were one of the seven people sacrificed? ¡¿


    so, in this hour, they''re going to face ivy.


    Yu Ran suddenly turns her head and stares at Mo Yi''s side face tightly. She breathes unsteadily and asks:


    "but don''t you say that ivy has preserved her will? So she shouldn''t be controlled by the ritual of sacrifice, right? "


    In the end, her voice became more and more urgent.


    Mo Yi turned her head, looked at her deeply, and replied:


    "I thought so before."


    Yu Ran clenched his palm and locked his eyes on Mo Yi. He seemed afraid of missing every word he said:


    " Now? "


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes left a deep shadow on his pale face. He was pale and did not answer Yu Ran''s question directly. Instead, he said in a light voice:


    "as time goes on, Ai Wei''s image of the cruel ghost who was burned to death with her child in her arms has become shorter and shorter, and her face has been kept more and more frequently The human form -


    is becoming softer and softer. "


    Yu Ran is more and more frightened. She turns her head and looks at the red earth. At the moment when the two children see ivy, their pale and stiff faces burst into intimate smiles. It seems that all of a sudden, they have changed from lifeless puppets to two real children who are attached to their mothers.


    They stopped singing, their red lips were smiling, and their big dark blue eyes were full of innocence and emptiness.


    The soft voice of a child rings, "Mom."


    Ivy''s face seems to be torn by some extreme emotion. Half of them are crying and eager to hold their own flesh and bones in their arms. The other half is telling themselves to be sober. This is not their own child.


    "Erica" and "John" take two steps toward ivy. More blood flows down their empty knees, almost dyeing their snow-white socks pure blood red.


    They were so shaky that they almost fell down.


    Maternal instinct prevails over reason.


    Ivy rushed up, her burnt black arm trembled, and she held two hairy heads in her arms. Her face drooped, and she could not see her expression from Yu Ran''s point of view.


    The little girl''s stuffy voice sounded from her arms, which was half aggrieved and half innocent, but it was like a devil''s whispering in everyone''s ears:


    "Mom, we miss you so much."


    Ivy''s dark body trembled, as if fighting against her own reason.


    The little boy''s voice followed, softly and softly"Mom, we want to be with you forever."


    Ivy''s burnt black appendages fluttered down and fell into the dark red soil, revealing her own clothes and skin color. She was wearing a gray washed white dress, which was splashed with brown blood. The bright red and dark brown layers were covered together. It looked startling.


    She straightened up stiffly, turned slowly, and gazed at the crowd with dark, cold eyes.


    She is no longer a great mother who sacrificed herself to prevent the spread of the disease.


    He became the murderer who killed six people in order to revive his two children.


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 Chapter 82

    Mo Yi''s breath was a little bit short. The hot blood flowed down his heart to his limbs, which was faintly hot under his cold skin. He moved his finger, and a numb dull pain came from the wound, and faint dizziness came from his eyes.


    He lowered his head and glanced over his palm.


    The snow-white bandage was completely soaked into dark red by blood. The blood trickled down his fingertips. The dark red soil quickly absorbed the dripping blood and became more gloomy red.


    There is no tendency to heal completely.


    He quickly glanced at the other players, and the wounds on their arms flowed down as if they had just been cut.


    Mo Yi''s heart sank and raised his eyes to Ai Wei, who was standing in the center of the land.


    Her face was pale, a pair of dark eyes on her face looked more sinister, I do not know when, her hand has firmly grasped a huge heavy kitchen knife.


    The knife is exactly the same as the one Yu Ran found in the kitchen, but it is more bright and sharp. It seems that it will be cut just by watching it. The tip of the knife drips down slowly with thick dark red blood, which is suffused with heavy evil spirit.


    It should be Ivy''s weapon for killing and dismembering.


    Ivy stood upright on the blood soaked soil, a pair of horrible eyes staring at the people, she did not move, the players did not dare to move, for fear that their every move would disturb each other.


    After all, this platform is not big enough, and there is no shelter to block it, so there is no place to run.


    All of them cried bitterly in their hearts. For a moment, they all had a premonition of impending disaster.


    The two sides are in a stalemate, and the tense confrontation atmosphere seems to be filled with inflammables, and even a little action can be


    but Ivy still stands still and does not move. Her pale and slender fingers tightly hold the handle of the knife, and her knuckles are a little blue. Her expressionless face flashes with struggle. It seems that she is dominated by two strong and extreme impulses, and her dark eyes are flashing A complicated look.


    Yu Ran is aware of Ai Wei''s vacillation. She quickly glances at the players and the land in front of her eyes, bites her teeth, and cries out in a desperate way:


    "Ai Wei! The two behind you are not your children! Just two empty shells to tempt and manipulate you


    Ivy''s grip on the handle became more tight and loose.


    Yu Ran is keenly aware of her change in attitude, her eyes brightened, and then raised her voice and continued to shout:


    "you have suffered for hundreds of years just to prevent the epidemic from spreading. If you are bewitched by demons now, everything will fall short of success!"


    The shaking look on Ivy''s face became more and more obvious. She slowly covered herself with a thin layer of burnt black shell, and slowly spread upward from the sole of her feet. It seemed that she had a tendency to recover.


    Just then, the soft voice of a child sounded behind her:


    "Mom."


    Ai Wei was shocked and turned to look at the two children behind her. They looked at her with big dark blue eyes and a pure smile on their lips:


    "don''t you want to be with us forever?"


    "You don''t love us anymore?"


    Ivy''s pale face slowly put on hard armor, her face showed a loving smile, dark eyes affectionate and numb: "of course I love you, we will always be together."


    Everyone''s nerves are tense to the point of breaking down. Mo Yi grabs Yu Ran, who still wants to say something. His pale palm, stained with half dried blood, leaves dark red blood on her light colored sleeve.


    Yu Ran turns her head and looks straight at Mo Yi''s deep eyes. She is stunned.


    Before she could react, Mo Yi reached her ear and said a few words in a low voice.


    Yu Ran is stunned and surprised in her eyes, but before she can ask her doubts, she just listens to the child not far away opening her mouth and smiling at Ivy and saying:


    "Mom, would you like to sing me a song, just like you do every night?"


    Ivy''s face was pale and hard, but she couldn''t hide her dark face.


    Her green and white fingers clenched the handle of the knife, and the dark red blood was dripping down the blade. The burnt black shell of her body peeled off again and fell to the ground.


    She came to the crowd, humming a nursery rhyme in her mouth:


    " what are little boys made of £¿ frogs and snails¡­¡­¡±


    They were cold all over, regardless of whether there was a place to hide, they turned around and ran in different directions with their own strength, praying in their hearts that they would not be the first to be watched.After all, with so many people, there must be some vitality in the scattered running.


    But their hidden desire was soon lost.


    Ivy''s body twisted in the air for a moment, then slowly dissipated in mid air, and a few seconds later, she appeared beside a player.


    Her stiff arms were raised, and the cold shining blade fell from the air. With a shrill scream, the blade in her hand severely cut the wrist and ankle of the captured player.


    A large amount of blood gushed out along the wound, and the pale bones came out of the flesh and blood. The heartbreaking wailing hurt everyone''s eardrum, which made the listener unable to help but fight.


    Ivy''s pale cheeks are splashed with bright blood. She moves her eyes rigidly, her arms drop down, and the blood drips down the blade to the ground, where she is drunk by the greedy sand.


    Unexpectedly, she didn''t continue to kill the howling player by cutting his throat and gouging out his knees. Instead, she left him rolling in the blood, as if she were just trying to abolish his mobility and turn him into a bloodletting vessel.


    Mo Yi''s eyes stay for a moment on the land which has absorbed the blood all over the ground.


    Ivy slowly dissipated in the air.


    The people were tense and numb. They ran in the opposite direction as if they could escape Ivy''s sight.


    Different from them, Mo Yi is running towards the blood red land in the center.


    As he ran, he tore off the bandage on his palm. He clenched his teeth, put his finger into the bloody wound in his palm and pulled it hard.


    A large piece of flesh and blood rolled up along his movement, and warm blood gushed out along the wound, leaving a nearly scorching temperature on his cold skin.


    The intense pain makes Mo Yi''s eyes dark. The sharp pain stimulates his peripheral nerves and tugs at his brain. Excessive blood loss leads to his mental retardation.


    According to his previous interpretation in the human skin book, it takes an extremely large amount of blood to complete the last part of the sacrifice.


    So if you want to escape from the collapsed sand house, you have to let out a lot of blood. So the first person Ivy chased just now is the one with the deepest wound and the most bleeding among them.


    But now it''s him.


    Mo Yi''s teeth clenched, and his mouth seemed to be filled with a faint smell of rust, as if he could not feel the pain. With his fingertip exerting force, he firmly buckled into his wound, and he had already touched the white bone under the thin skin.


    More blood flowed down his fingers.


    He held up his mind and locked his eyes tightly on the only dark color in his blood red sight -


    tombstone.


    Get as close to it as possible.


    The air in front of him gradually twisted, Ivy''s body slowly condensed in front of his eyes.


    Mo Yi''s shortness of breath is like a fire burning his throat, and his disordered heartbeat beats a tight drum beat in his ear.


    The cold light of the blade flashed in the remaining light and rose high in the air!


    Perhaps because of his vigilance, Mo Yi''s reaction was very quick. He suddenly stopped his pace and took a big step back with agility. He even avoided that fatal attack!


    Watching Ivy rigidly turn her face and slowly move her limbs, it seems that she is going to give him another blow.


    Mo Yi grabs the gap, stares at Ai Wei''s dark eyes and says:


    "I know you''re there!"


    Ai Wei''s movements pause imperceptibly. Mo Yi''s eyes are keen to catch her movements. She takes this opportunity to open her mouth and says with great speed:


    "if you don''t have a little self-consciousness, you should cut off the throat of the player just now, and use his strong artery to bleed blood, but you didn''t, but you cut off his wrist and ankle, and you''re trying to stop it Do it yourself


    Ivy''s face was slightly distorted, and her hands holding the handle of the knife stopped stiffly in the air.


    Mo Yi stares at her with his eyes tightly, and his heart is full of confusion. He doesn''t think that his words will be of any use to this paranoid soul which has been deeply mired in mud. However, after all, his goal is not here -


    when ivy is distracted, he shouts:


    "now!"


    Voice did not fall, a figure like an arrow from the side of the corner of the shadow rushed out!


    was blazing with anger, and as like as two peas in the same way as ivy, he was holding his hands in the hands and rushed to the two children standing on the red earth.


    When he ran close to the wall, he ran with the shadow of his own in the center of the wall.


    Mo Yi''s near self destruction behavior attracted Ai Wei''s attention, so Yu Ran''s action can be so smooth.


    Ivy is aware of the change in the next second. Her pale face is twisted in an instant. Her black eyes, which were shaken by Mo Yi''s words, burst into flames of anger.The paranoid and vicious face looks terrible and strange, and the cruel choice of people in the eyes makes people feel scared.


    There was a hoarse roar from her throat, which was not like the existence of human beings. It was like a lioness who had lost her cubs. She abandoned Mo Yi standing beside her and turned to Yu Ran!


    Mo Yi takes a deep breath and rushes to the open and empty tomb --


    and jumps in.


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 Chapter 83

    The nose is full of rust and earthy smell, which is almost hard to breathe.


    In front of him was a large area of deep blood color. The rich blood gas almost condensed into a solid body. Layers of soil piled up into the inner wall of the tomb chamber, slowly oozing thick dark red blood, and then quickly absorbed by the lower soil.


    The dark tomb is full of huge marks. The complicated and strange lines are deeply embedded in the scarlet soil. The lines of different thicknesses extend and crisscross. The dark blood is suffused with strange colors, and the lines converge at the depression.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and quickly swept every inch of land in the tomb chamber, without leaving out any details.


    The pattern in front of me and the pattern in the human skin book slowly overlap, and each twists and turns become so familiar.


    Ivy knew for a long time that her hatred and persistence would gradually be eroded and softened over time, eventually forcing her to become the monster of the other six hours.


    This sacrifice is like a huge and precise instrument, once it starts to work, it is extremely difficult to stop.


    So she never let things go beyond her control.


    All players will lose consciousness before they lose their consciousness.


    This time, however, she let them go --


    which means she left the choice to the players.


    Ivy''s hoarse voice, burning like fire, seemed to ring in her ears again Because I''m so stupid that I still have hope. "


    She chose to be hopeful, chose to believe that players can prevent them from losing their sense and bottom line, and that they can really break the vicious circle of death. That''s why she told Mo Yi the position of her leather book.


    Because it is the source of everything and the end of everything.


    Through the deep tomb, Mo Yi can hear the clang of iron objects, Ivy''s crazy roar, and Yuran''s unbearable pain groan.


    The dizziness of losing too much blood surged up. Mo Yi clenched his teeth and tried to focus his attention on the pattern in front of him instead of listening to the howling outside.


    The page tucked in the humanoid book has been deeply engraved in his mind, including every sentence, every word and every picture on it.


    His eyes fell on a corner of the tomb, and suddenly his eyes lit up.


    Here it is.


    He used his injured hand to hold the soft and moist ground in the tomb chamber, and then with his other hand, he touched the middle of the pattern.


    It happened to be located between the simple deformed sheep skull and the inverted Pentagram star. The color of the soil was dark scarlet, which had already precipitated into a strong black color. It was deeply buried in the moist soil, and it was very difficult to notice it without careful observation.


    Mo Yi forced his palm into the soil, and the thick dark red blood was squeezed and seeped out with his movement. Most of his palms had been completely trapped in the wall of the tomb. The wet soil sucked his fingers like a swamp, as if there was something strange in the adsorption and pulling him.


    The fleshy palms sank deeper into the ground with his movements, and the earth greedily sucked the blood from his wound.


    Warm blood is rapidly lost in the body, the temperature drops rapidly, and the whole body becomes cold.


    Mo Yi''s eyelids grew heavier and heavier. His pale and bleeding lips pressed tightly. A pair of black eyes which were out of focus were staring at a spot on the tomb chamber. His pale face was stained with dark red soil, and he looked in a mess.


    The feeling of dizziness came, and the field of vision was occupied by a dim darkness.


    Mo Yi shook his head slowly. His hard teeth bit his lips hard. He held on to keep his only sense. His fingers groped in the moist and soft soil.


    Cold, heavy, dizzy.


    The sluggish feeling brought by excessive blood loss drags his remaining mind to the abyss, just like falling into a deep glacier. The numb cold feeling envelops all his senses, leaving him with only mechanical movement.


    Just then, the stiff fingertips seemed to touch something hard in the soil.


    Mo Yiqiang''s half out of focus eyes burst out a spark of hope, which lit up his eyes. With all his strength, he moved his cold numb fingers, grasped the object buried in the soil, and then pulled it out!


    Under the mud covered with blood, a small book appeared.


    Mo Yi opened his eyes and tried to identify the cover of the book in his hand with his blurred vision. It was a collection of old nursery rhymes.


    In the course of studying the book, he combined the Latin language of the book and the messy English footnotes on the paper to piece together the complete and crucial information.


    Sacrifice needs a medium, and it must be the deepest fetter between Erica, John and ivy.


    According to what the two children said to Ivy, she would sing them nursery rhymes every day before they went to bed so that they could go to sleep - that''s why Ivy chose it as a medium of sacrifice.Mo Yi took a deep breath, tried to maintain his sanity, and then stretched his hand to his trouser pocket.


    The stiff, almost tactless fingers fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the lighter that had been with him since the first copy.


    The sound of wind, whistling, shrieking and strange ballads were blended into the same sound, mixed with his hard breathing and disordered heart beat, which gradually faded away from his ears and finally disappeared into a vast white noise.


    Mo Yi''s fingertips trembled. "Click" dry friction sound sounded in the narrow space. He tried several times and finally caught fire.


    A little orange red flame in his palm, but still cold with no temperature.


    The fire tongue licked the yellow and wet pages of the book, slowly eroded upward, and then as if touched a certain point, suddenly suddenly suddenly flapped the bright flame and devoured the whole book fiercely.


    Mo Yi''s fingertips are powerless to release. The burning book falls from his hands and falls into the bright red soil. The burning smell rises with a strong bloody smell.


    A familiar metal sound sounded in my ear:


    "congratulations to player Mo Yi, you have completed the branch task -"


    the rest of the metal sound is slowly becoming blurred and far away like the terrible scream outside.


    There was a lot of noise outside, but Mo Yi couldn''t wake up from the cold and dark semi coma.


    He struggled for a few times, but still could not resist the heavy feeling of fierce attack, pulling him to fall into the deep sea of ice.


    The soil around him began to wriggle violently, and a large amount of thick and cold blood poured out from the deep of the sunken lines, and poured into Mo Yi''s side like a wave, slowly filling up the whole tomb chamber.


    Mo Yi has no strength to struggle.


    The loss of blood took away every trace of temperature and vitality in his body, cold sleep and death hand in hand, slowly occupied his body.


    A large amount of blood flowed around him, submerged Mo Yi''s body and limbs, and slowly blocked his mouth and nose. Maybe it was because of hypothermia, the cold blood around him seemed to have some temperature.


    The comfortable suffocation drowned him like a wave.


    At this time, a warm and dry hand gently lifted up his neck and made his mouth and nose leave the rising blood in the tomb.


    Mo Yi opened his mouth vaguely, struggling to open his eyelids, but failed.


    The warm and soft skin was close to his cold and pale lips, and the warm liquid slid down his mouth into his throat. The familiar smell of blood spread in his mouth, leaving hot marks on his lips, which almost made him shiver.


    Mo Yi choked by the warm blood pouring into his mouth and coughed violently.


    The palms of his hands pressed against his thin back and patted them gently to help him breathe.


    The strange blood, with warmth and vitality, slid down Mo Yi''s esophagus, and then quickly flowed to all his limbs. In an instant, he caught a trace of temperature in his cold hands.


    Mo Yi felt his strength return to his body.


    He moved his eyelids, and then opened his eyes - he found himself sitting in the tomb chamber, his back against the wall of the tomb, and the interior of the tomb was filled with dark red blood, and shallow waves of blood rose with his movements.


    Zhou Yunchen and several other players ran to him panting and pulled him out of the blood pool.


    Their faces were filled with the happiness and joy of the survivors. Zhou Yunchen stammered something as he gasped, while Mo Yi, who was still a little confused, took a long time to react.


    He opened his throat, but a few of his hands began to itch.


    Mo Yi''s thin body coughed and arched, and his pale, bloodless face was also stained with a little morbid red.


    There was a bright stain of blood on his lips.


    Zhou Yunchen, who was standing on one side, was startled. He quickly stepped forward to hold him and asked, "what''s the matter Are you all right? "


    Mo Yi blinked, and his dark eyes became calm and deep again. He shook his head, and then without changing his face, he reached out to wipe the blood stains on his lips:


    "it''s OK.


    This blood is not his.


    A familiar and upright face flashed in my mind. The cold and sharp lines showed a strong sense of aggression. The light pupil seemed to be filled with deep and shallow fog.


    Mo Yi slightly lowered his eyes, pursed his pale and bleeding lips, swallowed the remaining bloody smell in his mouth into his throat, and asked:


    "what about Yuran?"


    All his actions just now could not have been accomplished without Yuran. Similarly, she was facing the greatest danger - the child was Ivy''s weakness and counter scale, and it was almost tantamount to playing with them.


    Zhou Yunchen opened his body and let Mo Yi look behind him.Not far away, he was lying on the ground with a pale face, half of which disappeared next door, and his lower body was soaked with blood.


    Zhou added: "her lower arm was badly injured.


    However, as long as she does not die, the wound she suffered in the copy will not be brought to the real world, so she only needs to hold on for a few more minutes to survive the copy, and the rest of the time will be fine. "


    Seeing that Ran''s life is not in danger, Mo Yi puts down his mind. He can''t lift his spare strength to answer Zhou Yunchen''s words, but nods slightly.


    Then, he looked slightly stunned, as if attracted by something not far away.


    Ivy is covered in blood and sits on the ground.


    In her arms was a split corpse, the head and arm of the player, the belly of the spider, and the sole of the cat, soaked in blood, and dropped by her side.


    The sacrifice disappeared, and the lost limbs were restored from the intact child to its former fragmented appearance.


    The image of the two children has completely disappeared.


    Ivy lowered her head and could not see her face clearly. She could only see her bloody palm gently patting the broken body in her arms.


    There''s a little singing in my ear.


    She was singing a lullaby to her child for the last time.


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 Chapter 84

    Mo Yi looked up at the sky. There was a blue countdown floating in the dark without a trace of light. At the moment, it was slowly sliding to the end, and calculating the passage of time in an orderly manner:


    00:03:21


    this copy is finally coming to an end.


    Mo Yi breathed out a long breath. His cold limbs were painful and soft. His thin clothing was tightly adhered to his body by thick and semi dry blood, which was extremely uncomfortable.


    He moved his finger a little, and felt himself recovered a little. At least, there was some heat in his hand. It was no longer as cold and numb as stone.


    The mouth still seems to be still suffused with the warm, salty smell of rust.


    Mo Yi drooped his eyes, and his heart was full of five flavors.


    He took a deep breath and struggled to his feet with a wobble.


    Then, Mo Yi shook his head slightly and declined Zhou Yunchen''s wish to help him. He walked to Yu Ran, who was half lying on the ground, and asked in a hoarse voice:


    "are you ok?"


    Yu Ran looks up at him with a feeble smile:


    "it''s OK. I can''t die for the time being."


    Mo Yi''s eyes turn around the wound on her body, and her heart is roughly counted.


    Yu Ran''s wound is serious, but she should have used some props to exchange points. In addition, the land no longer actively sucks human blood, so Yuran''s wound is no longer bleeding.


    Maybe it''s the reason of his physical foundation. Yu Ran, who lost half of his body at the moment, looks better than Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi''s expressionless face softened a little. He said to ran gently:


    "thank you very much."


    Under the crisis situation just now, Yu raneng has no doubt and does not hesitate to carry out the dangerous suggestions that he put forward without any preparation and explanation. It is really very difficult.


    Mo Yi knows the courage and trust needed to do this.


    Yu Ran smiles. A pair of dark brown eyes stare at him closely. His pale and bleeding face looks extremely serious:


    "we should thank you."


    Her eyes are as bright as a mirror:


    "without you, we can''t find any clue about this copy, let alone make so many people live to this day."


    The player holding Yuran next to her subconsciously thought of the scene just now, and she couldn''t help but take some fear in her eyes.


    The danger of this copy is totally beyond the imagination of many players. However, in this difficulty, except for the man whose hands and feet were cut off by ivy and sucked by the soil without resistance, several other people were still alive.


    It all depends on Mo Yi.


    The player''s eyes were complicated and he moved his throat slightly. He didn''t know what to say for a while. However, Mo Yi didn''t notice that there was such a complicated thinking dynamic in other people''s minds.


    He shrugged his shoulders irrefutably, gave a word of advice to dye grass, and then turned to leave.


    He hesitated for a few seconds, then walked in Ivy''s direction.


    Ai Wei, who is sitting like a stone sculpture, seems to be aware of Mo Yi''s arrival, moves a little, slowly tightens her arms holding the pile of damaged corpses, and then raises her head.


    Looking at those dark eyes, Mo Yi didn''t know what to say, so he looked back at her in silence.


    A smile appeared on Ivy''s lifeless pale face:


    " It seems that I''m not that stupid. "


    Mo Yi stopped, slightly lowered his eyes, and covered his dark eyes with long eyelashes. He replied in an unconventional way:


    "people who believe in hope are never stupid."


    Ivy''s body began to be slowly covered by the black shell, and a bad smell of burnt smell spread from her body. This time, the scorched trace slowly climbed up her cheek and carved deep marks on her pale face, and it was still spreading.


    Her expression was calm and even a little relieved:


    "I''m the product of this sacrifice ceremony, it''s gone, I''m going to disappear too."


    Mo Yi was not surprised.


    He pursed his lips subconsciously and did not speak.


    Ivy lowered her face and folded the corpses in her arms with her burnt, twisted palms, as if she were tucking them in.


    Her voice was hoarse and hard to hear, as if her fingernails had scratched through the glass, but the emotion in her voice was clearly revealed from every tone:


    "I am a murderer and I want to go to hell, and they should stay by God''s side."


    ¡­¡­ Life and death never meet.


    Ivy''s face was completely devoid of any blank skin. She now looked like a burned corpse.


    At the moment of her voice falling, the layer of scorched black that covered her body cracked several cracks. Then, with the crash, Ivy''s Carbonized body broke into pieces, and then it broke into a residue and was buried in the scarlet soil.Mo Yi took a deep look at the black and red land.


    Then he took a long breath and looked up at the blue fluorescent countdown in the sky:


    3


    2


    1


    at the moment when the last digit of the countdown turned to 0, Mo Yi felt that his eyes were dark, his strength was rapidly lost in his hands and feet, and all the sounds around him were far away. Only the familiar and inappropriate electronic music sounded in his ear:


    "congratulations on your escape!"


    After a second or a century, Mo Yi slowly opened his eyes.


    This time, Mo''s answer is different from that of the real world after he opens his eyes twice.


    He blinked a little blankly, but no matter it was opened or closed, the retina could not receive any light, so that he did not know where he was and when he was.


    After a long time, Mo Yi calmed down and realized that he had recovered his mind.


    He tried to move his arm, and the feeling of all his limbs was still there. He felt as if he was surrounded by a strange warm water, which made his action unimpeded and seemed to be in the air.


    Just when Mo Yi is surprised, a female voice rings without warning in the vast darkness.


    Different from the mechanical female voice that appears in the replica all the time, although the voice still sounds peaceful and indifferent, it seems like a real person talking;


    "congratulations to player Mo Yi for passing the membership test of the replica, and now you have successfully joined the senior member club."


    Mo Yi''s breath is slightly stagnant, and his brain instantly appears to have hundreds of strange conjectures about the senior member club.


    Just listen to the voice and continue to say:


    "the test copy is in judgment..."


    It seems that there are some tiny bright blue spots in front of Mo Yi, which are very clear in the thick and boundless darkness. Those light spots slowly converge and form characters in front of Mo Yi:


    [difficulty of this copy a +]


    [Comprehensive Evaluation of player''s ability: S -]


    the voice rings again:


    "according to the synthesis of three copies you have experienced In line with the evaluation, you have become a B-level member of the senior member club. Please continue to work hard. "


    Floating in the dark, Mo Yi gently moved his body, stretched his hands and feet into a comfortable position, and then asked:


    "how many levels are there in the senior member club


    The voice replied without hesitation: "s, a, B, C, D five levels, all new members of the club are D level."


    Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully: it seems that as soon as he came in, he became a B-class, which was really an exception.


    He went on to ask, "how many people are there in the senior club?"


    The voice replied without hesitation: "lack of authority."


    Mo Yi himself did not have much hope for the honesty of the game. He continued to ask:


    "what rights do grade B members have now?"


    As soon as his voice fell, the darkness in front of him was suddenly occupied by the fluorescent blue. The dots of light gathered in the darkness, forming a magnificent picture, which almost shook Mo Yi''s tears after staying in the dark for a long time.


    The voice rings again:


    "the main privileges of the B-level members of the senior member club are:


    the class B member store is officially opened for you, and you can choose to visit it before entering the replica.


    After the copy starts, you get a chance to open the store. You can get the items as soon as you buy them without waiting.


    There are more ways to play


    With the mechanical female voice, the blue light spots in the sky change rapidly, forming different pictures, just like the brochure in the shop, which looks funny.


    "the three questions for new members of the senior club have been consumed and are being transmitted in the real world..."


    Can only ask three questions?!


    And there are two problems in the three problems, the authority is insufficient?!


    What kind of game is this?!


    Mo Yi''s eyes are black, as if the mind was suddenly pulled out of the body and thrown into the washing machine to stir.I can''t see anything in front of me. I can''t touch anything around me.


    I don''t know how long after that, Mo Yi suddenly wakes up from the darkness. The sun shines on his eyelids through the half covered curtain, and prints a dazzling crimson in his retina, which makes him squint involuntarily.


    In his nose is the familiar warm breath in his room, and under his body is a soft bed -


    his bed is like a rebirth point in online games. No matter where he is transported away, he will always wake up here.


    Mo Yi blinked his eyes in a trance. He felt cold and greasy, and his sweaty shirt felt very uncomfortable. He frowned and sat up from the bed.


    Then, an unexpected voice sounded in his ear, which exploded his thoughts into a paste:


    "awake?"


    Mo Yi twists his neck rigidly and looks at the sound -


    his sight bumps into a pair of familiar light gray eyes, which is like being in the ravine among the light colored clouds and mists in an instant, which is condensed and deep.


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 Chapter 85

    The tall man stands at the foot of the bed. The bright sunshine shining into the room from the window gives his very handsome facial features a layer of bright gold. A pair of light gray eyes in the sun present a gold like light gold, which looks brilliant and brilliant.


    He looked at Mo Yi with half drooping eyes, and his light eyelashes seemed to be covered with a layer of gold powder.


    Mo Yi sat on the bed, always calm and self-sustaining facial expression also slightly cracked, staring at the man who should never appear at the head of his bed. He was tongue tied and didn''t know what to say:


    "you, you..."


    There was no change in his misty face. He stepped closer and his knees almost touched the shallow folds of the soft cloth beside the bed.


    He said naturally:


    "are you going to take a bath


    Mo Yi: ---???


    Although he said he would take a bath every time he came out of the copy, in this case How can I hear this sentence? Why is it wrong!


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, calmed down his ups and downs, and then said:


    "you Why do you... "


    Always thinking carefully, he can''t find the right words to describe the current state.


    The mist narrowed his eyes, his cold features softened a little, and he replied:


    "do you remember at the end of the first copy?"


    Mo Yi''s mind flashed some broken and scattered pictures, deep and shallow fog, the dark man''s tall body, cold neck socket, and the thick bloody smell between his mouth, lips and teeth.


    As expected, he wanted to raise his face.


    Mo Yi''s conjecture has been verified, but he is not happy at all.


    Before the end of the first copy, he inhaled the blood of the fog, and then the fog could appear in the real world, and he also deleted the message from Jiang yuanrou. And in the copy that just ended, he was fed his blood before he was going to shock, and now the fog can turn into a human and appear in front of his bed.


    Seeing that Mo Yi had already understood the explanation that he could not export, the fog could not help but lift the corner of his lips, and then continued: "now my power in the real world is still very weak, I can only keep it for a few hours a day, and now I will fall into a deep sleep."


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and felt that his already painful head seemed to be more painful.


    He looked up at the mist standing at the head of the bed, then reached out and rubbed his sore neck which had been raised for too long. He moved into the bed, motioned for the mist that had been standing all the time to sit down, and asked with hesitation:


    "now you are equivalent to Tied to me? "


    The mist sat on the edge of his bed, the soft mattress sank with his movements, and the wrinkles on the sheets spread.


    He nodded.


    Mo Yi couldn''t help but raise his hand and knead his sore temple. Then he continued to ask:


    "well Is this active or passive? "


    The mist looked at him, and his pale gray eyes were half covered with broken golden eyelashes sprinkled by the sun. Although there was no expression on his face, the answer was very crisp:


    "passive."


    He paused and continued, "from the moment you taste my blood, you will be bound to a part of me."


    What happened in the first copy came to him vividly again, when he was seriously injured in his lower leg and several parts of his body, and he would have fainted if he had not been born strong for pain tolerance.


    Because the school was not the real building like the other two copies, but the materialization of Zhao Qiulan''s resentment, after he completed the branch task of that copy, the school fell apart, and the incoming fog did not kill him. Instead, he was almost indulgent in allowing him to suck his own blood.


    Mo Yi recalled his almost abnormal manic state in that vague memory, and slowly frowned -


    is it connivance or inducement?


    A little cold touched his brow, Mo Yi was frozen by the cold temperature, and suddenly raised his eyes to see.


    The mist calmly took back the finger in his eyebrow and said, "don''t frown."


    Mo Yi took back the faint look of surprise on his face and pressed the questions in his heart back to the bottom of his heart.


    These questions, even if they are asked now, will not be answered back.


    In addition, judging from the current situation, I estimate that I will get along with the non-human in front of me for a long time. It is not wise to make such a clear choice of words and make the relationship so rigid.


    Besides, I have to say that the fog has not done any harm to him so far, and even saved him many times.


    Although it is not clear whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, he is not ungrateful. He can forget that the other party has saved his life many times.Mo Yi sighed in his heart, then turned over and got out of bed.


    after Shen Lei and Hei Ping''an news came back with his mobile phone, they didn''t send any news except for his mobile phone.


    Jiang yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai still have no news.


    Mo Yi''s fingers holding the mobile phone are tight. There is no emotional change on his pale face. A pair of extremely dark eyes in the early morning sun are not bright and warm.


    He put the cell phone back to the head of the bed, and then picked up the piece of white paper that he had always put on the head of his bed.


    "Congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and wish you a happy life."


    Mo Yi overturned the back and saw the words:


    "the next game will start in 15 days. Please get ready."


    At the bottom of the page is marked with a line of small words: "congratulations on finding the branch task. Next time you enter the game, you can get the branch task reward. I wish you a happy game."


    Apart from longer breaks, nothing else has changed.


    Mo Yi put this piece of paper back on the bedside table, his eyes fell on the ground, and he couldn''t help being a little stunned.


    I saw that on the ground where the teddy bear had been placed, there was a small gray box with no patterns on it, which looked extremely inconspicuous.


    Mo Yi has seen this kind of box. The gift bag he bought was packed in his backpack.


    He bent down to pick up the box, and his slender fingertips opened the package of the box to reveal its contents.


    A small card fell out of the open lid of the box.


    Mo Yi picked up the card and read the words on it carefully:


    "Dear senior member club members:


    the following is the list of shopping items before your last copy. Please check the contents carefully and wish you a happy shopping."


    Mo Yi''s eyes brightened, and his pale cheek was stained with a little blood. He quickly scanned the list from top to bottom - these are the props he bought before the beginning of the last copy.


    He set the list aside and looked at the bottom of the box, where there were several small fully packaged boxes and a small glass ball.


    Mo Yi reached out and picked up the glass ball, gently rubbed its smooth and cold surface with his finger belly, and then took it close to his eyes and watched it carefully:


    the glass like transparent sphere seems to be filled with unpredictable light spots. With the movement of his fingertips, it flows slowly in the sphere, which looks beautiful under the light.


    Then, as if it was melted by his body temperature, the little glass ball softened along the skin of his fingertips, and then penetrated into his skin. It disappeared without trace, which shocked Mo Yi.


    Subconsciously, he rubbed his empty fingertips. Before he could tell what was going on, a small message suddenly appeared in his brain.


    This glass ball carries a piece of information, similar to the instructions of props in several other small boxes.


    The props in the small box are similar to the material just like glass beads, which can be crushed when needed.


    However, the use of these props is not unlimited. Its cooling time is very long, and the second prop cannot be used within 24 hours after use, and it will also bring players a debuff state that cannot be eliminated, with random contents and random duration.


    Mo Yi still has a little cool fingers down, and his heart is a little heavy.


    He knew that the game would not really give players any convenience and welfare. Even this glass bead manual is one of the privileges of B-level members, which means that if he is not a member, he will be blind even if he spends his points to exchange these props.


    Not only don''t know how to use it, but also don''t know the side effects of using it - and in the copy, such carelessness and carelessness are likely to kill the player.


    Mo Yi lost his nature, and the list of props in his hand was put back into the box, and then he hastily covered the box and put it on the bedside table.


    He stood up and moved his shoulder a little. A familiar ache and fatigue hit him. His cold shirt was still clinging to his skin. Even though it was half dry, it was still not very comfortable.


    Mo Yi went to his closet and took out some clothes to change clothes. He was about to walk to the bathroom, but he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the bedside.


    The mist was still sitting by the bed, and the morning sun was shining through the window behind him. In the golden morning light, a pair of light gray eyes looked straight at him.


    It looks like Seems a little clever?


    Mo Yi''s heart suddenly filled with a trace of guilt, feeling like a careless host who treats guests badly.


    He showed a shallow smile:


    "I''ll take a bath first, you can be as casual as you like, in the refrigerator --"Moy''s stuck.


    He remembered that he had nothing in the refrigerator.


    And the fog is obviously not human, and I don''t know whether we need to eat or not.


    Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, and his desire to take a bath was more than everything. So he took his mobile phone, unlocked the lock and handed it to the other party:


    "would you like to play snake eating again?"


    Fog:.... "


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 Chapter 86

    Mo Yi turned on the faucet, and the cold water splashed down on the smooth porcelain white wash basin. In the crystal water, there was a broken reflection of the overhead light. He put his hand into the water, and the cold water column slid down from his fingers along his knuckles, with a slight impact.


    Slowly the water became warm and then hot again.


    The snow-white water mist slowly rises from the pool, the pale back of hand and fingertip are slightly red by hot water.


    Mo Yi took the water to wash his face. The slightly hot water awakened every inch of his skin on his face, and slowly spread to the deep skin along the contact between his fingertips and his face.


    Even if it is separated from the copy, the cold from the bone gap caused by blood loss still does not disappear. It seems that the body''s inner side is filled with cold wind, and the fatigue and cold extending from the soul are general.


    A near death experience.


    He''s strong enough to be able to show no difference in front of others, even though his cold fingertips are shaking.


    Mo Yi took the towel hanging by the sink and wiped his face hastily. He felt that his peripheral nerves were slightly warm and awake because of the hot water. He took out a long breath and took off his coat.


    The warm water vapor condenses on his skin into tiny drops that shine in the light.


    Mo Yi''s eyes were stunned and stopped somewhere in the mirror - the ribbon as a novice gift bag was still wrapped on his wrist.


    He lowered his head and untied the ribbon from his wrist.


    Water like cloth with his warm body temperature, sliding from his fingers, easy to untie.


    When Mo Yi is about to put it on the washstand, he can''t help but get a meal.


    The silver white cloth rippled with his movements, which seemed to be the sudden blood on the gentle snow and a red fish rolling in the snow-white waves.


    He was stunned: the bloodstain in the copy should not be left on the player''s clothes.


    Mo Yi unfolded the long ribbon, and saw several bright red threads running through the glittering silver white surface. From one end to the other, the whole ribbon ran through, which looked very beautiful.


    He counted them. There were three red threads.


    - and he''s entered the copy three times.


    Mo Yi pursed his pale lips. His bloodless face was steaming out a trace of unhealthy blush. His dark black eyes were bright and moist by steam.


    Interesting.


    He hooked his lips, put the ribbon on the washstand, then stepped into the bathroom and opened the shower.


    The torrent of warm water fell from the top of his head, giving his cold skin a little warmth and dispelling the sticky feeling of sweat on his body.


    Mo Yi opens the door of the bathroom. The warm steam with a faint fragrance of shampoo escapes along the open door. His wet black hair sticks to his cheek and drips strings of water downward.


    He looked up to his bed.


    I saw the fog still sitting there, aggressive facial features no expression, eyelids slightly drooping, slender pale fingers in the light of the screen painting.


    The naive snake sound effect is quite abrupt in the empty room.


    Mo Yi can''t laugh or cry for a moment, but he really didn''t expect that the other party would really play snake and wait for his bath to end.


    As if aware of the movement of the bathroom door, the fog looked up at him, and his fingers stopped moving. The sound of snake biting his tail sounded game over.


    Mo Yi suddenly got interested. He covered his head with a towel and wiped his dripping hair at will. Then he went to the side of the fog and pulled out his mobile phone from the other party''s hand.


    He lifted his chin. "A little over there."


    Fog a Zheng, subconsciously moved to the bedside.


    Mo Yi sat down next to the fog. His warm fingers held the cold metal shell of the mobile phone. His slender fingers pointed on the screen and opened a game of greedy snakes again.


    The pale fingertip slightly moist, because just washed the reason pan shallow pink, on the mobile phone screen nimbly jumps, the quick response speed is amazing.


    Haze light gray eyes, slightly dark color, focused on him.


    Mo Yi''s head was drooping, his black hair wet with moisture was sticking to his white side face, his lips were tight, his dark black eyes were staring at a small screen in his hand, and there was light and shadow in the depth of his pupils.


    He had a warm and humid smell just after a bath, mixed with the light fragrance of shampoo. It smelled like the grass in the forest after rain, which was steamed by the warm steam to make people intoxicated.


    Mist eyes in the micro flash, no trace to close a little.


    The light heat comes from the two people''s unintentionally close limbs. Mo Yi''s regular breathing can be heard and the fine golden fluff on his side face can be seen in the morning light.


    A slight smile flashed through his misty eyes. He lowered his head and focused on the flashing screen in Mo Yi''s hands.The quiet room is filled with monotonous game sound, which sounds rather funny.


    Two normal adults huddle together in a bed, staring at the black and white snake interface on the screen, one watching and one playing. It''s very childish.


    Mo Yi''s fingers finally click on the screen. The black-and-white pixel screen on the screen finally fills the whole game frame with a long body of greedy snakes. Then the game interface flashes, and happy notes jump out:


    you win!


    Mo Yi lifted up the corner of his lips, showed a smile, and raised his hand to show the fog the screen in his hand.


    The dark eyes were lit up by simple happiness, and looked almost childish.


    He threw his mobile phone, which was covered with heat, to the fog again. Then he stood up, moved his stiff shoulder and said:


    "this kind of pixel wind game is still more comfortable in the old style flip phone, but now the mobile phone and the game have disappeared."


    Mo Yi pauses, and then explains:


    "the snake in my mobile phone is programmed and imported by myself. Although it''s hard to play on the touch screen interface, it''s easy to get used to it."


    Mo Yi bent down and picked up the wet towel that he had left on the bed at will. A small piece of dark water was stained by the wet towel on the wrinkled soft bed. He frowned slightly.


    He seemed to think of something and looked up at the fog: "do you want it? Cell phone? "


    Mo Yi thought for a moment and added, "don''t worry about money."


    As one of the world''s top ex hackers, money is just a bunch of meaningless numbers in his bank card. He doesn''t even need to make a move. The money he made before retirement is enough for him to spend his life.


    It''s just that he doesn''t have much material desire, so he hasn''t used it much in recent years.


    Before waiting for the fog to answer, Mo Yi shook his head and said:


    "there are too many restrictions on selling in the market, and they are not safe. I''d better make one for you."


    A suppressed smile flashed through his misty eyes. He stood up and took the wet towel from Mo Yi''s hand. His slender fingers moved slightly, and the water vapor suddenly came out of it. The surface of the towel became dry and soft again.


    He put the dry towel on Mo Yi''s half wet head and wiped his hair naturally:


    "is it the same as yours?"


    Mo Yi was suddenly thrown on the head of the towel made a muddle, subconsciously back to avoid the fog pressure down the palm.


    "Yes I can. "


    The facial features of the cold fog are slightly soft, and the light gray eyes squint with satisfaction:


    "that''s good."


    Mo Yi subconsciously pressed the towel on his head and wiped his half dry hair. Then he took the dry towel off his head and twisted the fluffy fluff with his fingers:


    "can you dry it?"


    The fog nodded.


    Mo Yi''s face flashed a trace of interest, looked up at the fog and asked with interest:


    "what else can you do in the real world


    The other side shook his head and calmly replied, "no, I don''t have enough power in the real world. It''s already a challenge to maintain the physical presence."


    Mo Yi touched the towel with half dry fingers. He didn''t ask about this topic any more. He just put it on his shoulder at will, then walked out and asked:


    "what do you need to eat in this state?"


    Behind him came a magnetic voice with a metallic texture: "no need."


    Mo Yi''s steps toward the outside suddenly stopped. He seemed to think of something. He turned to look at the fog still standing by the bed and frowned slowly:


    "since we will be bound together for a long time, what should I call you after that?"


    He remembers that at the beginning of the last copy, he asked for the name of fog, and his answer was:


    [I don''t have a name. ¡¿


    the fog was facing the sunlight all over the window, and the edge of his long and straight body was slightly blurred in the light. He gave a low smile and replied:


    "all right."


    Mo Yi frowned and pretended to have no intention to open his mouth and asked:


    "I remember that in the first copy, the cue for you in the game was nameless fog, but You should not be the Exorcist in the myth of ksulu? "


    The fog nodded.


    Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his heart from the first copy. According to his understanding of the old gods and the old dominators in the myth of ksulu, if the other party is really the fog of the unknown, he should worry about the fate of the whole human race.


    He wanted to continue to follow the topic, but after he opened his mouth, he found that he could not continue to speak.¡ª¡ªThe game is stopping him from exploring.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes are slightly heavy, but in the end, he has solved a hidden danger of worrying for a long time, so he is still in a good mood.


    He quickly adjusted his mind, changed a topic and said again:


    "so Maybe you can think of a name for yourself? "


    Fog is still a calm and indifferent expression, but a pair of light gray eyes are focused on Mo Yi, with a shallow smile, he said faintly:


    "or, you can get me one."


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 Chapter 87

    Mo Yi was stunned.


    The proposal left him at a loss.


    In many cultures, names are the bonds and keys that are endowed with special meanings. Especially in mystics, real names are powerful and magical, and exposing real names is equivalent to exposing weaknesses.


    And name something It is like binding the two with invisible fetters and responsibilities.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes, a pair of dark eyes carefully looked at the fog, as if to see all the subtle expressions on his face.


    The fog looked back at him calmly. His gray eyes were shining with metal texture in the sun. His expression on his face was magnanimous. It was as if he had just said "where to eat tonight".


    Mo Yi frowns, slightly tightens the corners of his lips, and a light sense of absurdity rises from his heart.


    Is Is he thinking too much?


    Mo Yi took a deep look at the fog, considered it for a few seconds, then hesitated and asked:


    "are you sure Do you want me to name you? "


    Fog nodded, a pair of light colored eyes focused on staring at Mo Yi: "why not?"


    Without waiting for Mo Yi to say something, the fog did not stop and continued to say:


    "after all, it''s just a title, isn''t it?"


    So it is.


    Mo Yi takes a deep breath, clears out all kinds of thoughts in his brain, then nods helplessly and says:


    "OK, but don''t be disgusted with being ugly."


    Misty approached one step, stood at the door of the room looking at Mo Yi, he said with a smile: "No


    Mo Yi gently frowned, his eyes in the fog behind the diffuse into the room on the morning light for a moment, under the heart a little thinking, raised his head to say:


    "single word Chen, is it OK?"


    The original meaning is north star.


    "That''s good."


    With misty eyes and a sharp profile softened by the golden morning light, he continued to ask:


    "what''s your family name?"


    Mo Yi has some problems. After all, surname is a significant cultural symbol in China, so it seems that it is not appropriate to choose a surname at will


    He looked up at the mist, considered it, and then asked:


    "what''s your family name?"


    The mist replied without hesitation: "it doesn''t matter."


    That is to be expected.


    However, Mo Yi did not wait for a bitter smile to continue to ponder over it. He only listened to the mist and then said:


    "do you have any deeply impressed words?"


    Mo Yi a Leng, raised eyebrows to see to fog, in the eye flash a silk of unexpected look: "what?"


    If you don''t have the patience to explain your surname, you can make a deep impression


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, and there was a trace of melancholy on his pale face. He blinked and hid his emotions. He returned to a calm and peaceful state on his face:


    " Smell it


    The mist moves forward, and the aggressive and beautiful face takes on a trace of smile, and her eyelashes are covered with a layer of gold powder by the morning light, covering the cold and hard light gray eyes:


    "OK, I will call Wen Chen in the future."


    Mo Yi''s heart beat irregularly for a few minutes, and then he stepped back a step and opened the distance between them.


    With a smile, his dark eyes slightly bent up, he stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, if you meet me for the first time, just call me Mo Yi."


    Slender pale palms stay in the air, thin skin wrapped with long bones, thin and beautiful.


    The breath of the fog stagnates without trace, and the light gray eyes slightly deepen. He stares at Mo Yi with a mistake.


    He pursed his lips and solemnly held Mo Yi''s palm in the air. His fingertips and palms overlapped slowly. The cold, inhuman body temperature was close to the cold skin, which tightly stretched the bones, and was almost stained with a little light temperature.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Wen Chen. "


    His voice was a little dumb, his light eyes were bright and focused, and his pale ear tips were tinged with a bright blush.


    In the next few days, Mo Yi had a regular life.


    Every day, he went to the fitness villa specially arranged by Jiang yuanrou for two or three hours, accepted the destruction of Shen Lei''s friendship, and then spent the rest of his time in the library.


    Mo Yi spent a lot of his time in front of the wooden table in the city library.


    He swept all possible game related fields of knowledge, especially books about supernatural tales, religions and legends. From popular reading materials to unofficial ones, he dug them out of the dusty corners of the library.


    The light on the top of the head is bright and cold, which shows the whole reading room perfectly.


    Mo Yi is sitting in a corner of the table. On a huge table, there are several huge and heavy books lying on the table. There are also several books that have not been opened, which make the whole table full.He looked down at a book in his hand.


    Thin and long pale fingers hold the Yellow corner of the page, slender neck droops, the quiet side face is covered by the shadow of half darkness, the dark eyes focus on the book on the table, and quickly browse the page without a line of words.


    He concentrated almost all his attention on the books in front of him, and the whole person seemed to be enveloped in an atmosphere that could not be disturbed. His concentration was too much to interfere with.


    Mo Yi opens the next page.


    The slight rubbing sound of the pages was obvious in the quiet library. He raised his head slightly and read down again along the beginning of the page.


    All of a sudden, Mo Yi''s eyes were stunned.


    There seemed to be a slight scratch on the back of his hand, soft as a feather.


    Mo Yi was stunned. Before he could make any response, he saw the mobile phone screen beside him light up, and the keyboard on the screen would automatically type words:


    [hungry? ¡¿


    Mo Yi glanced at the dial on his wrist, and suddenly it was 7:30.


    Today, he arrived at the library at 1:00 p.m. without noticing, it has been more than six hours.


    Mo Yi felt a slight pain in his empty stomach, and the dizziness of hypoglycemia came to his eyes, but he was still within the scope of tolerance After all, it''s not without a few days of sleeplessness when writing programs, which is almost negligible.


    He reluctantly glanced at the book he opened in his hand, with some struggle in his eyes, and his slender white fingers quickly jumped on the screen:


    [OK. ¡¿


    [wait until you have read this chapter. ¡¿


    the other party didn''t reply, and the mobile phone screen changed from light to dark again, and then completely black.


    Mo Yi is preparing to continue to devote himself to the book again when suddenly, a hard thing is pushed into his palm.


    The subtle sound of plastic sounds in the quiet library, sounds quite clear.


    Mo YILENG Leng, opened his hand, saw a fruit candy lying in the palm, bright color of the candy paper in the library bright light flashing light light halo of glass.


    Fruit candy.


    He thought of their strange question and answer after the end of the second copy, and he couldn''t help laughing.


    The fingers peeled off the sugar paper. After the sound of plastic was heard, the round candy was revealed. Under the light, it was crystal clear pink, and a light fruit aroma spread instantly.


    Mo Yi put the candy into his mouth. His face was round with his movements, and his indifferent and pale face took on a trace of approachable life.


    A sweet smell instantly spread from the tip of his tongue, making him subconsciously squint his eyes, with a little smile on his face.


    Strawberry.


    More than half an hour later.


    Mo Yi still closed the book, then put the other books he borrowed back on the bookshelf, arranged several books ready to be borrowed and read again, put them under his arm, stood up and walked to the door of the library.


    In the eyes of the young librarian with hidden excitement and admiration, Mo Yi skillfully put the books into his backpack, then gave the other party a gentle smile and turned away from the library.


    Mo Yi subconsciously looked down at his watch, his face stained with a trace of helplessness.


    He never thought that one day he would be able to achieve the achievements of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and even regularly eat three meals a day and exercise every day.


    In addition to the supervision of Shen Lei and Wang Zezhi, fog, now called Wen Chen, has also made an indelible contribution.


    So, is he bound to an old woman?


    Mo Yi''s expression is somewhat subtle.


    However, Xin Kui is much better than Shen Lei and Wang Zezhi. Otherwise, it would be too hard to follow such a housekeeper at any time and anywhere.


    Thinking of the "fitness meal" that Shen Lei forced him to eat and make a strict fitness plan, Mo Yi''s muscles and joints began to ache faintly. He sighed and walked towards his apartment.


    The light in the corridor of the apartment is slightly dim. Mo Yi looks down to find the key. The tiny metal sound of the collision between the key and the lock rings in the quiet corridor. He opens the door, changes his shoes at the porch, and then enters the room.


    He reached out to turn on the headlight in the room. The bright light instantly lit up the clean and unpopular room.


    Mo Yi put the key in the drawer at the door, then turned to the bathroom, turned on the tap and simply washed his hands.


    The light from the bathroom door was blocked by a tall figure.


    Mo Yi raised his head and glanced at it. He only saw Chen standing in the front of the door in the backlight, with a deep-seated face blurred in the sunlight behind him. His voice was low, with a touch of metal texture, but it sounded surprisingly soft:


    "what do you want to eat?"Mo Yi turned off the faucet, pulled the snow-white towel from the towel rack on one side and wiped his wet palms at will.


    He frowned for a moment, then hesitated and said:


    " Porridge? "


    Wen Chen laughed: "good."


    After that, he turned and left. With the sound of footsteps, the tinkling sound of cooking utensils sounded in the kitchen, adding a touch of life to the empty and cold room.


    Mo Yi turns around and walks out of the bathroom, glancing casually at the lighted kitchen.


    Wen Chen''s tall back is busy under the light.


    Mo Yi''s expression is a little subtle - so he is really bound to a nanny, right?


    At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated twice. Mo Yi was stunned. He reached out his mobile phone and looked at the bright screen:


    a message to Jiang yuanrou.


    Are you free? ¡¿


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 Chapter 88

    Mo Yi stares at the information on the screen of the mobile phone.


    Is Jiang yuanrou back from the copy?


    His dark eyes brightened a little, and his heart moved slightly.


    If Jiang yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai are both in the game during this period, the copy they have experienced will last at least half a month - this will be very valuable information.


    The fingertip points on the screen and goes back to the past.


    Mo Yi thought for a moment and then sent a message to him:


    [how are you two? ¡¿


    Jiang yuanrou replied very quickly, and the message was very short, with only two words:


    [alive]. ¡¿


    - but this is not a direct answer to his question.


    Mo Yi frowns. Before he can figure out anything, Jiang yuanrou''s next text message is sent:


    [we need to meet. ¡¿


    Mo Yi stopped at the top of the mobile phone screen, and then moved away, holding on to the mobile phone frame without reply.


    Wen Chen if have sense ground to see come over.


    Seeing Mo Yi''s heavy hearted appearance, he stepped forward and came over. His eyes were light gray and he asked in a slow voice, "what''s the matter?"


    Mo Yi frowned, raised his head, raised the screen of the mobile phone to Wen Chen, then whispered:


    "Jiang yuanrou asked me to see her."


    Wen Chen glanced at the screen of the mobile phone with indifference, and then re fixed it on Mo Yi''s thoughtful side face. His eyes deepened:


    "don''t you want to go?"


    Mo Yi shakes his head, and his pale lips become straight lines:


    "I just feel a little uneasy, after all You know, my identity is a little bit sensitive. "


    Wen Chen nodded and reached out to untie the apron she was wearing. She put it on the back of the chair beside her. Her broad and slender shoulders were slightly stretched. There was no expression on her aggressive face:


    "I''ll go with you."


    Mo Yi looks at him thoughtfully - although the fog in the real world doesn''t seem to be able to give full play to his ability, according to the value of force he showed in the second copy, he can indeed bring more security.


    At this time, he caught a glimpse of the apron hanging on the back of the chair - cotton and hemp, which was dyed with contrasting colors, and there were some lively cartoon characters laughing on it.


    ¡­¡­ Super ugly.


    Mo Yi''s eyes stay on the top for a moment. His eyes are a little delicate: "did you buy them?"


    After all, he still knows what things are in his apartment This is definitely not included.


    Wen Chen:


    Actually, it was sent by the supermarket downstairs.


    Before he could explain, Jiang yuanrou''s text message arrived again: "can we meet at the fitness villa? ¡¿


    Mo Yishu''s sunken black eyes glanced at the mobile phone screen in a hurry, and then sent a [good] word in the past.


    He looked at Wen Chen, and his facial expression returned to his usual indifference. Mo Yi turned his head to Wen Chen and showed a shallow smile:


    "let''s go."


    When she got to the downstairs of the fitness villa, Jiang yuanrou stood there waiting for Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi is at ease.


    The night was thick and cold, and the cold and white lights of street lamps cast down her slender and thin figure. It seemed that she had lost a lot of weight. The wide windbreaker covered her body, and it looked like she was in good shape.


    Mo Yi approaches and finds that Jiang yuanrou''s face is not good.


    Her complexion was pale and almost bloodless, her chin seemed to be sharper again, and her light brown eyes were bigger and brighter, and there was a heavy black under them. It seemed that she had not had a good rest for several days.


    Seeing Mo Yi coming, Jiang yuanrou breathed a sigh of relief:


    "sorry to call you in such a hurry In fact, I''m ready for you not to come. "


    After all, their cooperation is not long, nor is it far from mutual trust. They both know it well.


    Mo Yi shook his head and showed a alienated smile:


    "don''t mind."


    Jiang yuanrou seems to have some thoughts. She takes a deep breath, turns to open the door of the villa, and then turns to him and says:


    "let''s go, say in the room."


    She said, while taking the lead to turn into the villa, inside the instant lights, set off her back more petite and thin.


    At this time, the soft fog around Mo Yi''s palm, gently rubbed his fingertips, half to comfort, half to be intimate.


    Mo Yi looks the same, follows Jiang yuanrou into the house, and then closes the door behind her.


    Jiang yuanrou went straight to the sofa for rest in the house, then sank half of her body into it. Her pale face was full of tiredness.She took out a box of cigarettes and twisted one of them with her slender fingers. All of a sudden, she made a move and seemed to realize the existence of Mo Yi, so she raised her head and looked at him:


    "do you mind..."


    Mo Yi''s eyes are heavy blue and black under Jiang yuanrou''s eyes, and then quietly shakes his head.


    After receiving the affirmative reply, Jiang yuanrou half lowered her head, and her long chestnut hair gently dropped down her white neck. The slight metal collision of the lighter sounded, and a bright light flashed on her fingertips.


    The smell of tobacco diffused, and the light blue smoke rose slowly, blurring her facial features and eyebrows.


    Mo Yi waited patiently.


    Jiang yuanrou seemed to be relaxed a lot. She raised the hand that didn''t take the cigarette, rubbed her temple, and then opened her mouth and said:


    "the last copy of Yuanbai and I lived for 14 days."


    Mo Yi''s face remained unchanged, but he made a rough calculation at the bottom of his heart - the time elapse between reality and the game is one to two, so they should come back the day after he returned to the real world.


    He looks still light, waiting for Jiang yuanrou''s next words.


    Her fingertips trembled slightly twice, and she put the slender cigarette back to her lips and took a deep breath. A little reddish light lit up. The blue smoke came out from her pale lips, and her face looked slightly decadent.


    Jiang yuanrou''s face showed a reluctant smile: "do you remember our conversation after the end of your last copy?"


    Mo Yi nodded.


    Jiang yuanrou shook the ash and continued: "at that time, I told you that game copies and real copies are interlinked, but all those who go to find connections are buried in the copies, so I suggest you don''t take risks."


    She stopped, raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yi. Her expression on her face was dim, and her light brown eyes looked deep and solemn:


    "but you still went. After you got off the plane, I didn''t ask you for relevant information. First, the game would not allow its players to disclose such key information; second, it I''m even more worried that if the news can really be told, then in the next copy, we will take great risks. "


    Jiang yuanrou''s face showed a self mocking wry smile:


    "although I have been entangled with this game for so long, I am still a coward in my heart."


    Mo Yi moves forward slowly, and his fingers hanging on his side are slightly tightened. He is searching for a few words of comfort.


    It seems that in order to suppress his inner feelings, Jiang yuanrou quickly took a puff of his cigarette, then choked by the strong pungent taste and began to cough violently.


    Mo Yi took a cup of warm water from the water dispenser beside him and pushed it to Jiang yuanrou.


    She stopped coughing, with a morbid flush on her pale face, and tears from Xu Sheng''s reason at the corner of her red eyes. She said thanks in a hoarse voice, and then put out the cigarette between her fingers in the ashtray on the table:


    " I''m not really used to the smell of cigarettes, but I''ve smoked several times as much as I''ve smoked in the last ten years since I came back


    Mo Yi pursed his lips. He was acutely aware that since just now, Jiang yuanrou''s words were "I", not "we".


    What about Jiang Yuanbai?


    He pressed his doubts to the bottom of his heart, still motionless on his face, quietly watching Jiang yuanrou, waiting for her next words.


    Jiang yuanrou said:


    "Yuanbai was very close to me when I was a child. When I grew up, I became estranged. I want to learn to manage a company, and he has his own dream. After I was bound by this escape game, I deliberately alienated yuan Bai I''m a really incompetent sister


    She lowered her eyes and gazed at the broken and floating light in the water glass, took a deep breath, and continued:


    "after the first copy, he used his relationship to find the relationship between game and reality - he has been full of wings in recent years, and he has concealed me from me."


    Mo Yi was stunned, and his expression became dignified.


    After finding out the relationship between the real world and the game copy, he chose to open the membership test immediately. Then What about Jiang Yuanbai?


    Since Jiang Yuanbai made a series of actions without telling Jiang yuanrou at that time, I''m afraid he didn''t know the hidden crisis here. So The choices he makes are influenced, even guided and manipulated by the biased language in the game.


    After all, if Mo Yi didn''t know that all of Jiang yuanrou''s related friends were missing after searching for the truth, he might choose not to open the membership test for the time being, but to wait until he has gained more chips and experience.


    Jiang yuanrou''s fingertips trembled slightly, and the warm water in the cup in the palm of her hand has gradually cooled down, and shallow ripples have appeared with her actions.


    She closed her eyes and said calmly:


    "in the last copy, although we got to the end, Yuanbai did not complete the membership challenge."Mo Yi was stunned. The member incident The game does not allow players to speak out, but now Jiang yuanrou can say it without hindrance, which shows that -


    Jiang yuanrou raised his eyes and looked at him with a pale smile:


    "yes, I am also a candidate for senior member club."


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 Chapter 89

    Next, Jiang yuanrou tells Mo Yi the whole story.


    In the last copy she and Jiang Yuanbai experienced, although they did not open the branch line, they still managed to hold on to the end of the countdown. However, at the end of that copy, Jiang Yuanbai suddenly turned pale and muttered to himself:


    "what I didn''t finish --! "


    Before he finished his words and Jiang yuanrou didn''t have time to react, the countdown of that copy returned to zero. When she opened her eyes again, she would have returned to the real world -


    but Jiang Yuanbai did not.


    Therefore, Jiang yuanrou began to look for him. Although she has gradually transferred her power over the past few years, she still has a lot of resources and human resources that can be mobilized. At first, Jiang Yuanbai was lucky enough to hide from Jiang yuanrou, so under her full search, she soon found out his original whereabouts.


    Not long after Mo Yi left city a, he also reserved a flight ticket to city A.


    Everything is clear.


    The previous doubts can no longer stop her. Jiang yuanrou finds the real place corresponding to the original copy she has experienced in a hurry, and then does not hesitate to look for clues.


    As a result, she became a candidate for the senior member club.


    After listening to Jiang yuanrou''s story, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something. He frowned and asked, "so What did you choose for the membership test? Do you want to open it immediately or actively after? "


    Jiang yuanrou showed a bitter smile: "I didn''t choose."


    Mo Yi a Leng: "no choice?"


    Jiang yuanrou nodded and took a sip of the half cold water in the cup. Her face was almost paler than the cup in her hand:


    "yes, I think there is a trap in this question, so I have no choice, so it has been in my mind for a long time, asking the same question again and again whether the next copy will open the membership test.


    I haven''t slept for two days because of the noise. "


    Looking at her tired face and the thick black and blue at the moment, Mo Yi sighed and helped her refill the half empty cup.


    Jiang yuanrou puts the cup in her hand on the table and makes a crisp sound. She raises her eyes and looks at Mo Yi carefully. The light brown eyes are half praying and half uneasy. She takes a deep breath and then hesitates and asks:


    "next copy, can you Help me, come with me, save yuan Bai? "


    Mo Yi frowned and asked in a confused way:


    "wait, help him out? How do you know Jiang Yuanbai is not dead? "


    Jiang Yuan as like as two peas and a small box of gray poulled from her pocket. She opened the lid, and saw a glass bead just like the one before mo. It looked cloudy, and it was as if it were covered by dust. The glass beads were shimmering red.


    She explained: "this is a prop in the game. Yuan Bai and I have one each. Black means the other is dead, and red means the other is in danger of dying."


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyes at the glass beads are somewhat complicated:


    " It''s been like this since I came back to the real world. "


    She closed the box in her hand and rubbed it twice with her thin white fingers, half attached and half reluctant, and then put it back into her pocket.


    Jiang yuanrou''s face showed a self-confident expression belonging to her. She said thoughtfully:


    "moreover, what I have done in the past few days is more than what I just said."


    Mo Yi was interested and raised his eyebrows slightly: "what else?"


    "Do you remember what I said before, those friends who have disappeared after the truth has been explored? I sent people to investigate all the information after their disappearance and found many interesting things -


    most people are like other people who died in the game, and their memory of them is slowly blurred, even they do not remember their existence. But There are still a small number of people whose relatives and friends still remember them, and they are looking for them by posting notices to the police. "


    Jiang yuanrou leans forward and stares at Mo Yi with her eyes burning. Her breath is a little short:


    "but Yuanbai belongs to this type.


    In addition to us game players, other ordinary people also remember him


    Mo Yi frowned irrefutably. On his pale face, a pair of dark eyes half squinted thoughtfully:


    "then how can you be sure that you will have Jiang Yuanbai in your next copy?"


    Jiang yuanrou''s shoulders suddenly collapsed. She closed her eyes a little tired. Her petite body fell into the dark sofa, which made her look more and more thin and fragile. Her voice was a little erratic:


    " I''m not sure. "


    Mo Yi pursed her lips, knowing that she must still have the following. After all, Jiang yuanrou, as a person with such status and ability, is somewhat certain to meet him in such a weak posture and ask him to join her in the next copy.Jiang yuanrou''s eyelashes trembled, her pale lips opened and closed several times, took a deep breath, and then said in a low voice:


    "do you remember the props I mentioned before? You can join other players in the dungeon.


    It was originally my last inventory with Yuanbai, but I just refreshed it in the store before the last copy, so I saved two more. "


    She bit her lips, and her pale lips were stained with a little abnormal blood color, and her voice was also a little hoarse:


    "but now I''m not sure it''s going to work. "


    Mo Yi''s eyes narrowed. He knew what Jiang yuanrou meant.


    The life and death of Jiang Yuanbai in the copy is unknown. Whether the prop that can enter the copy with other players can take effect is still unknown.


    What''s more In order to know why Jiang Yuanbai did not leave the replica, Jiang yuanrou has become a candidate member of the senior member club. Although she has not yet chosen when to open the test copy, under such high-intensity harassment, Jiang yuanrou will have to make a choice sooner or later.


    However, according to Mo Yi''s experience in entering the dungeon these times, no matter which one Jiang yuanrou chooses, the next copy is not easy to fool.


    Jiang yuanrou must have understood this, her petite figure bent down, her tired pale face buried in her cold hands, and the whole person looked sad and depressed.


    And when she lifted her face from her hands, she became the elder sister of the Jiang family who was young enough to develop the whole enterprise. She was decisive and determined.


    Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath. Her big light brown eyes regained her sense and strength. She looked at Mo Yi with a low voice but determined:


    "I''m such a brother. I owe him a lot from childhood to adulthood. Even if I hope to be shallow, I can''t ignore him."


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang yuanrou''s resolute face, and a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes.


    Jiang yuanrou straightened up with a straight back like a javelin, without any previous decline.


    "You are the first player I have ever seen who has survived after becoming a candidate member. Therefore, I come to you this time and ask for your help in my name, Jiang yuanrou."


    Jiang Yuan Rou stopped and continued: "the props purchased in the game can''t be traded between players, but the game points can be transferred to other players."


    Although Mo Yi''s face is still, but the bottom of his heart is a shock.


    Jiang yuanrou slightly lowered her eyes. On her calm face, she was only rational and cautious of the businessman. She continued to say to herself:


    "of course, the authority to transfer points is also obtained by exchanging points - I am willing to exchange 70% of all points I get in this game for you to accompany me into the next copy. If you can save Yuanbai, I will After the experience of the copy of the points will be extracted to you 50%


    It''s a very good condition - it''s even bleeding.


    After that, Jiang yuanrou took out another small gray box from her pocket. After opening it, there was a small glass ball, which was shining brilliantly under the light.


    She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yi and explained:


    "this is the item exchanged in the game, which can be regarded as a contract, which can guarantee the fulfillment of my promise in the future, and guarantee that I will not do anything to hinder the contract, such as unfavorable to you, etc


    Mo Yi dropped his eyes, gently rubbed his fingers at the soft and delicate edge of the cup, and then said coldly:


    "you can keep the points before you."


    Jiang yuanrou was surprised at first. She didn''t expect that the price would be pushed down by someone bargaining. Then, she seemed to realize something, and her face showed some excitement:


    " You agreed? "


    Mo Yi nodded and raised his eyes to Jiang yuanrou. His eyes were tinged with a faint smile:


    "anyway, Jiang Yuanbai is my friend."


    after the conversation, Jiang yuanrou drove Mo Yi back to his apartment. After the light in his room was turned on, he drove away.


    Mo Yi took off the thin windbreaker he was wearing outside and hung it on the hanger. With a cool face, he lifted the curtain with his fingertips and watched Jiang yuanrou''s car lights getting farther and farther away.


    Behind him came a familiar low voice:


    "your decision is very interesting."


    Mo Yi hears the voice to twist head, see only hears Chen to stand in the porch of the room, with that pair of light gray eyes to gaze at him deeply.


    The tall and tall body is tall and straight, and the bright light flows down from his head. The facial features with deep outline are handsome and classical. In the shadow of the light, it looks like a stone carving, with a strong evil spirit and a sense of aggression.


    Mo Yi smiles and doesn''t answer. He just puts down the curtain on his fingertips and turns to sit down in front of the sofa.Wen Chen walks to him in front of, sat down beside him, light colored eyeball attentively looks at him.


    Mo Yi gazed down at his pale fingertips and said casually:


    "Jiang yuanrou represents resources. In reality or in the game, just accepting her points is equivalent to binding her to my side. Why not


    His voice was gentle and rational, even with some penetrating tenderness.


    Wen Chen suddenly leaned forward, a beautiful face suddenly approached, the light colored eyes with metallic luster were wrong and looked at his eyes, as if to penetrate his soul.


    His voice is like the blade of a knife, cutting through all the illusions in the surface:


    "- you don''t care about the points."


    The smile on Mo Yi''s face was a little restrained. He looked back at the past faintly, and his expression on a clear and handsome face was unpredictable.


    Wen Chen''s deep voice rippled in the air, and the final sound was as vague as the night:


    "you don''t care about life and death. The only reason you want to get out of the game is because you don''t want to be in control, not out of fear of death. "


    His voice was low as if he were talking to himself, with a specious deep meaning, and a faint, almost invisible darkness.


    Wen Chen stretched out his hand, and his cold fingertips touched Mo Yi''s face, as if he were touching some delicate fragile glass:


    "you like danger, so you will accept the binding between you and me without any rejection."


    As soon as the fingertips touched, they left, but the cold feeling still stayed at Mo Yi''s cheek, slowly infiltrating into the skin and texture, and coolly spreading into the bones.


    "Really..."


    His final voice suddenly blurs, and the words behind him are not true, as if they were suddenly cut off, leaving only a little lingering sound.


    Wen Chen suddenly straightened up and retreated a little, just like the cloud like breath lingering in the pine forest after the rain, far away from Mo Yi.


    Under the bright light, his light eyes are shining like metal, and his clear-cut lip line stretches out a beautiful arc. He is calm and says without any waves:


    "- porridge is ready, come to dinner."


    Mo Yi has been indifferent and alienated eyebrows and eyes slightly stunned.


    Only then did he notice that the thick, sweet and greasy rice fragrance gradually escaped from the kitchen. The sound of porridge rolling softly sounded in the silent room, and the background sound was generally heard in his ears, which seemed ambiguous and warm.


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 Chapter 90

    Mo Yi stretched out his hand and pulled the towel aside. His stiff fingers trembled unconsciously. He fell deeply into the white fluff on the surface of the towel and mechanically wiped his cold and sweaty forehead.


    He panted, his pale face was tinged with abnormal flush, and his eyes were slightly reddened, and his eyes were even more black and cold as water.


    His dark forehead was wet and wet on his cheek. Mo Yi was like a fish out of the water. He looked like a fish out of water.


    A bottle of water passed by. Mo Yi glanced at it and said "thank you" hoarsely. Then he took the glass.


    Shen Lei looks at Mo Yi with heavy eyes, his fingers on the equipment beside him, and his face is a little dignified.


    As the fitness coach and nutritionist of these two people, he never gives them exercises beyond their own physical limits. Especially for Mo Yi, he gives priority to conditioning, supplemented by training, and reduces the intensity of fitness to the minimum, with the main purpose of enhancing physical fitness.


    But still not.


    Unlike Wang Zezhi, he always thinks about how to be lazy and skilful. Mo Yi has always been very cooperative. He seldom complains about how hard it is to keep fit. He also makes adjustments in strict accordance with Shen Lei''s custom-made recipes and work schedule. He is the most reassuring student, but Nothing.


    Mo Yi''s weakness seems to be brought out of his bones.


    Shen Lei frowns tightly. He steps forward and reaches for Mo Yi, who is a little shaky.


    The arm under the palm was as thin as a thin layer of flesh. The skin of the tentacle was so cold that he was shocked. There was no heat after exercise. Instead, it was like ice from an ice cellar.


    Shen Lei''s fingertips trembled. He still remembered Mo Yi''s answer when he asked about it.


    Mo Yi just smile, and then understatement said: "congenital deficiencies."


    At that time, Shen Lei was still not at ease, so he took Mo Yi to the hospital to do a complete set of examination, which was not considered as healthy, and there was no serious problem. It was no different from a virtual modern man.


    But Why didn''t his customized plan for Mo Yi be of much use?


    Shen Lei can''t help but fall into deep doubt about his professional quality.


    Mo Yi has recovered his strength now. He takes his arm out of Shen Lei''s hand. He smiles, and his face is still as white as paper: "I''m much better."


    Shen Lei took back his palm, and his face was still worried. He stood beside Mo Yi with his arms in his arms and said to him:


    "tomorrow I''ll take you to an old Chinese medicine doctor to have a look, maybe I can give you some conditioning."


    Mo Yi''s whole body is stiff. Although he looked pale just now, his easy demeanor disappeared completely.


    A reluctant smile appeared on his face and his voice was soft:


    " Brother Shen, would you like to go


    Shen Lei shook his head coldly: "can''t, difficult not become, do you want to body empty for a lifetime?"


    Mo Yi has now recovered from his previous loss of strength. He has regained his previously released emotion and regained his previous calm. However, he nodded helplessly:


    " All right


    This is equivalent to being settled.


    Mo Yi simply took a shower in the bathroom. He wiped his body and changed his clothes. He happened to see a familiar car stop outside the villa.


    He stopped for a moment, then quickly cleaned up some of his personal belongings, said goodbye to Shen Lei, and then left the room with a body of water vapor.


    The early summer sun has begun to become hot, dazzling and brilliant hanging in the air, soon will be Mo Yi''s residual water vapor steamed clean.


    He opened the door, stretched out his long legs and got into the car.


    The car is filled with a faint smell of tobacco, the windows are wide open, and the fragrance of sunshine and grass is sent into the carriage by the warm air, mixing into a complex and clear smell, which is not unpleasant.


    Jiang yuanrou pinned her wavy hair on her cheek behind her ears with her fingers. A pair of light brown eyes looked at Mo Yi and gave him a slight smile: "I heard Shen Lei say that you are over. I''ll take you on the way."


    Mo Yi nodded in a gentle and concerned tone: "how was your rest last night? Won''t you drive tired? "


    Jiang yuanrou started the car slightly, her drooping eyelashes trembled, then she raised her eyes as usual and looked at Mo Yi with a smile:


    "it''s much better after the sound disappeared. This is the deepest sleep I''ve had in the past two days."


    Mo Yi turns his head and stares at Jiang yuanrou for a while, and finds that her state is really energetic. The blue and black under her eyes are not as deep as yesterday.


    The car starts slowly and accelerates gently. The warm wind with the smell of early summer blows in along the open window. The warm sun flows in from the front of the car and shines quietly on Mo Yi''s pale side face, which adds a bit of youthful vitality to Mo Yi.


    Jiang yuanrou glanced at Mo Yi''s slightly damp hair and kindly helped him close the window half way.Mo Yi, with his eyelids half closed, notices Jiang yuanrou''s movements, raises his eyelids slightly and looks at Jiang yuanrou.


    She was staring at the road ahead, her slender hands holding the steering wheel steadily.


    Jiang yuanrou seemed to notice Mo Yi''s eyes, glanced at Mo Yi in a hurry, then suddenly opened her mouth and asked:


    "last night Why don''t you let me open the membership test copy immediately? "


    Last night, after Mo Yi returned home, she quickly sent a message to Jiang yuanrou, asking her to choose "not to open it for the time being". And just after she said her choice, the voice that had been bothering her for several days disappeared immediately and finally gave her a quiet.


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes again. The focus of his eyes fell on the bright orange spots on his knees. His face was calm and unpredictable. He said:


    "Yuanbai didn''t ask for your opinion at the beginning, so he was likely to be misled by the information of the game, so it is very likely that he chose not to open it immediately Since we are going to find him and make the same choice, we will be more likely to meet him. "


    Jiang yuanrou also thought of this. After all, she knew her brother very well and could almost guess the choice he had made.


    But Instead of relying on members to exchange their copies on the store, they hope to open the store instead.


    What''s more, last night, Mo Yi said he chose "direct start" last time.


    It would be safer to make the same choice this time.


    After all - he survived the last copy.


    The reason why Jiang yuanrou is willing to pay such a high price to ask Mo Yi for help is that he is the only one she knows who has survived the membership test copy.


    Jiang yuanrou turns the question in her heart, and then swallows it back into her stomach. In the end, she doesn''t ask.


    Now that she has made a choice, she should naturally trust the judgment of the other party.


    What''s more


    Jiang yuanrou takes a subconscious look at Mo Yi, who is taking a rest with his eyes closed on the copilot.


    The golden sun shines through the sunscreen film on the window, leaving a golden brown spot on his white side face. It moves back and fast with the speed like water, looking quiet and harmonious.


    Jiang yuanrou withdrew her eyes and took a deep breath.


    With her keen sense of business for so many years and a woman''s natural sixth sense, she can clearly feel that every time she enters a copy, Mo Yi becomes a little different.


    Just like staring at the cold blade and slowly pulling out from the simple and ordinary scabbard, the sharp cold light left a sharp and stabbing mark on her retina, bringing physiological pain and stimulation to the nerve.


    She felt that even Mo Yi was not aware of these changes.


    She was very good at judging the situation, so she pushed the boat and handed over the initiative in her hands.


    However, only she knows that what Mo Yi brings to her now is how she feels oppressed.


    The car slows down gently at the bottom of Mo Yi''s apartment. Mo Yi opens his eyes almost at the same time when the car stops:


    "is it coming?"


    Jiang yuanrou nods. Mo Yi opens the door and gets out of the car. The sun is shining brightly. His black hair turns into a light golden brown. He is forced to squint by the dazzling sunlight, and his white face seems to be shining.


    Mo Yi smiles at Jiang yuanrou and waves:


    "thank you very much. Be careful on the way."


    He watched Jiang yuanrou''s car slowly drive out of the community, then turned and walked into the building.


    Mo Yi took out the key and opened the door lock. After changing his slippers at the porch, he walked into the house.


    I only heard that Chen was sitting on the sofa, concentrating on looking at the tablet in his hand. It was given to him by Mo Yi a few days ago when he was worried about his boredom. His learning ability was very strong, and he soon understood how to use it.


    Mo Yi is a little curious. He walks to Wen Chen''s side with his slippers and sits down. Then he looks at the contents on the tablet.


    The TV play is blazing on the tablet.


    The heroine is standing in the rain wet and crying. The camera is switched to the male lead with the same sad face. He is staring at the photo of the heroine on the bright mobile phone screen, silently weeping, and the background music plays out tragically. It is really sad to hear and cry when you see it.


    Mo Yi looks at Wen Chen strangely. He looks calm and serious. He looks serious, as if he is studying some academic topic.


    So How many hours a day can he use to chase Korean dramas?


    At this time, it seems that an email has been sent from the mailbox, which jumps out on the tablet. That''s the schedule reminder sent by Shen Lei for tomorrow:


    see traditional Chinese medicine.


    Mo Yi''s face twisted for a moment.


    Wen Chen raised the eyelid to see him one eye, eyebrow is slightly provoked: "how?"Mo Yi''s face was painful and despairing, and a few weak syllables were squeezed out word by word in his teeth:


    "- I hate traditional Chinese medicine."


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 Chapter 91

    In the real world, more than ten days of time are running fast, especially when the daily schedule is full.


    Since Jiang yuanroujin''s copy time is two days earlier than Mo Yi''s, this time it''s based on her time, which is equivalent to Mo Yi''s copy starting earlier.


    Mo Yi put all the things he needed to carry into his backpack and looked down at his watch.


    Five minutes to go.


    He hesitated and took a small box out of a drawer in the bedside table.


    Inside lies a silver silk ribbon, which is like water. It is laid on the bottom of the box like water. On the surface with light luster, there are three blood red thin lines, which spread smoothly from the top of the ribbon to the bottom, as dazzling as blood stains.


    This new gift bag is not ordinary.


    It''s as if it''s bound, even if you don''t bring it with you, and props purchased before the game''s copy start can''t be delivered to the player until the copy ends - and it appears in the copy immediately after the purchase.


    There are also the red marks on the top with the number of copies entering


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes and thought for a few seconds. Then he reached out and wrapped the ribbon around his wrist.


    It adheres to Mo Yi''s skin obediently, and the cold material quickly gets his body temperature, which is soft around his thin wrist bone.


    He tried to move his wrist - moving without any sense of stagnation, as thin as the second layer of skin, not careful and completely unaware of its existence.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, put down his sleeve, and then subconsciously looked at his watch:


    there are two minutes left.


    - since Jiang yuanrou is the owner of the team props, she needs to use it after entering the copy, while Mo Yi needs to confirm it in the real world, so the time of entering the replica is determined according to Jiang yuanrou''s time.


    The cool wind is blowing in from the closed window, lifting the half closed curtain, stirring like a bird fluttering to fly.


    Mo Yi looked at the curtain which was blown by the wind for a while, and then looked at the watch on his wrist again.


    In the silence, the dial of the clock made a slight sound, which was very clear in the room.


    A familiar metal voice sounded in his ear: "player Jiang yuanrou invited you into the copy, do you agree?"


    Mo Yi lifted up his backpack beside his feet, his eyes slightly narrowed, and calmly replied:


    "agree."


    In the middle of his eyes, his eyes had just opened and his voice was empty.


    The mechanical female voice sounded:


    "welcome Mo Yi, a B-level member of the senior member club, to return to the game. The points are settled..."


    Mo Yi has already been familiar with the process in front of him, and stands upright without changing his face.


    the settlement time this time seems to be a little longer than the previous several times. Mo Yi grabs this precious minute and second, focusing on the dark which is almost condensed into the entity in front of him.


    There is no light around the body. The gloomy darkness is like the mud flowing slowly at the bottom of the black river. It flows ominously and dangerously, like a data stream condensed into a great density.


    Although it''s hard to understand, Mo Yi always feels that It gives itself a sense of familiarity that is hard to describe.


    Before he could think about it more deeply, the familiar metal voice sounded again in the darkness around him, breaking the silence:


    "settlement succeeded! Congratulations to Mo Yi, a member of level B, who has successfully accomplished a + level hidden task "put it down" and awarded 8000 points.


    Since players choose to open the membership test copy immediately, 2000 points will be awarded and the game store will be opened. "


    At the moment the sound disappears, the darkness and nothingness around us will disappear in an instant, and it will be replaced by the blue space with modern feeling.


    There are more visible icons in the store than in the last time. The gray and white invisible icons that occupied most of the store lattices need to be flipped before they can be seen. In addition, another option appears on the side of the store:


    member store.


    Mo Yi''s eyes brightened slightly, and he chose to turn it on -


    the brilliant blue in front of him instantly changed, and the color of the whole pale transparent screen deepened, just like the dark blue sky at dawn. A brand-new store interface was opened, and the top of the screen indicated the level of the member store:


    level B.


    Mo Yi''s eyes in the dazzling commodity inside, can''t help but slightly a Leng.


    In fact, although there are many kinds of goods in the game store, they can be divided into three categories in general: one is the physical objects that can be used in reality. If you want, you can even exchange points for a lot of cash. The second category is the props that can be used in the copy. This is what Mo Yi bought last time. There are also props for special purposes, such as those used by Jiang yuanrou to enter the designated copy and the props she uses to find her real identity.That''s why Jiang yuanrou said at the beginning, "integral can be changed into almost everything."


    Of course, it''s another thing to say whether the thing you change is a pit or not.


    However, the commodities in the member stores are mainly concentrated in the second category, and different from the ordinary stores, the commodities in the member stores are not only ambiguous slogans, but also have some brief introductions. The commodities are no longer mixed up like ordinary stores, but more refined and useful.


    Mo Yi''s eyes fall on a box of goods at the end of the page. The icon on the top is a backpack. The price marked below is astonishingly expensive and needs 10000 points.


    It''s almost half of the rest integral of Moy.


    The introduction below the icon is: smart backpack, which can automatically store the items in the copy, and can be used at any time (it can take effect in the current copy).


    Mo Yi''s eyes stay on it for a few seconds, and then add it to the shopping cart without much hesitation.


    He bought a lot of props used in the copy last time, but their glass bead like shape and inconvenient use situation brought him a lot of trouble.


    After all, it''s not only a waste of time, but also easy to be self defeating by looking for the corresponding glass beads in your pocket at the critical moment of life and death. This backpack can solve this problem.


    It''s expensive, but it''s practical.


    Mo Yi finally picked a total of 13000 points props into the shopping cart, and then pressed the payment button.


    "The props are purchased successfully! Has been successfully sent to the player''s backpack, wish you a happy game


    The mechanical female voice rings out in a blue space, and the tide like darkness suddenly strikes, quickly swallowing all the light and images in front of you. Large and large patterns are broken and re formed into confused and strange fragments, and then re annihilate into the deep and cold darkness.


    "The game is in transit..."


    The feeling of dizziness suddenly swept over the whole body, as if the whole person was crammed into the drum washing machine.


    Then, I don''t know how long it has passed, the white noise in my ears suddenly returns to silence, and the five senses that have been pulled away slowly return to the body.


    Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and a layer of sweat oozed from his forehead. His heart beat violently in his chest, and his breath came from his ears, which was particularly obvious in the silence.


    Even though he has experienced it more than once, he still can''t get used to the feeling that almost separates the soul from the body.


    Before him was a deep and thick darkness, which was dark and dead. It was like a sponge, absorbing all the light and sound, and depressing in the deep sea.


    Mo Yi realized that he was lying down.


    Under his body was cold and hard leather, and the hard and harsh feeling penetrated into his bones through his thin clothes.


    However, under the arm, there was steel that was so cold that it was almost icy. The ice on the skin was so sharp that it made Mo Yijie shiver.


    Mo Yi tried to move, but found that his limbs were fixed on the small bed under his body.


    The wrists and crutches seem to be bound by something, rubbing the carpal bones hard and rough, causing a slight itching pain.


    The silent and unknown darkness is silent, and the uneasiness spreads in the dark, giving people a suffocating sense of oppression.


    Mo Yi''s breathing is a bit disordered. He lifts his left hand and tugs hard at it --


    the thing that holds him is not very strong. He only hears the sound of "stab" and a wrist is easily liberated.


    Holding on to his own wrists, he held on to the side of his own hand, holding the pain in his own wrist.


    "Stabbing" sounds again.


    Mo Yi moved his wrists and sat up.


    In the dark, he felt the familiar nylon cloth his backpack. Mo Yi felt at ease, fumbled to open his backpack, and then took out a flashlight from his side pocket.


    Just listen to a slight "click" sound, the light of the flashlight dissipated the thick darkness in front of you.


    Mo Yi turns the flashlight and observes where he is.


    It was an extremely narrow room, with no windows, only a silent, half open door, with a deeper darkness and an air of obscurity.


    Four dirty walls are covered with messy and crazy graffiti, vaguely and treacherously in the flashlight light, as if the next second from the wall out of the general tentacles.


    Mo Yi is in the middle of the house in a narrow bed.


    The hard iron edge, the dirty and hard bed surface, and the tie belt with iron rings at the four corners of the bed.


    Mo Yi took the flashlight in one hand, and then with the other hand, he untied the belt that bound his feet. At last, all his limbs were free.


    He moved his stiff, cold wrists and ankles, then got out of bed and stood on the ground.The flashlight illuminated the dirty and incomplete sign at the foot of the bed, with a few fuzzy handwriting visible under the light:


    "¡ö¡ö mental hospital."


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 Chapter 92

    The dirty walls frame a narrow space, making it almost impossible for people in the room to breathe.


    Deep and thick darkness surged in the room, and the whole room was filled with a cold smell of decay, mixed with the heavy smell of blood rusty, spreading unknown signals.


    The cold and gloomy breath seeps into the texture of the skin and glides down the respiratory tract to the internal organs of the lungs. It seems that a cold stone has sunk into the five viscera, and even a stream of uncomfortable Yin cold appears in the bone seams.


    Mo Yi subconsciously shrunk his shoulders and felt a layer of goose bumps on his back.


    At this time, he seemed to think of something, lowered his head and opened the backpack he had brought from the real world. The props he had bought before his last copy had disappeared, and the deliberately emptied interlayer was empty.


    Mo Yi picked up a flashlight and ran around the room to make sure there wasn''t a huge butterfly in the room.


    Mo Yi takes a breath of cool air, and a chill suddenly rises from the bottom of his feet and rushes to the top of his head.


    Its huge and twisted body covers most of the room. The huge pattern on its wings is like a godless eye gazing at Mo Yi standing in the middle of the room. Its long curved tentacles extend to the ceiling.


    This dead, twisted, weird insect is carved deep into the wall with its nails and flesh. It''s weird and ugly.


    In the corner of the wall, several crooked words were written with blood:


    "stop"


    blood flowed down the wall from the depression of the word, which looked like a wound cut by a sharp blade, while blood gushed from the wall along the wound.


    Mo Yi''s finger holding the flashlight tightened slightly. He took a deep breath to make sure that there was nothing else worth his attention in the room, so he turned and walked out to the door.


    I don''t know why This copy also * blocked keywords * quiet some.


    There is no noisy voice of players talking, and there is no other sound. Although he knows that the copy is opened after all players arrive, Mo Yi always has a sense of uneasiness that is hard to dispel.


    It''s like being completely isolated.


    The silence and darkness around him give him the illusion of being on an island.


    There was no life, no sound, only the huge ugly insect on the wall of the room behind him, staring at him with godless eyes in the dark.


    This copy gives him the feeling It''s very uncomfortable.


    Mo Yi pressed his lips and pushed open the half closed door to go out. There was a long corridor outside. Both sides were dark and could not see the bottom. It was like a huge open mouth lying quietly waiting for the arrival of the next victim.


    In the weak light of the flashlight, the whole corridor is in a mess. The messy tables and chairs are overturned in the corridor, and countless dirty documents and papers are scattered on the ground. The wheelchair with restraint belt falls down on the side, and the broken belt lies on the ground miserably.


    There were messy bloodstains on the ground and on the walls, and dried blood footprints on the ground, extending to the end of the dark corridor.


    Mo Yi took a step towards that place. He accidentally bumped into the wheelchair on the ground. The hollow and harsh metal sound sounded in the corridor, which was particularly clear in the silence.


    Suddenly, without warning, the mechanical female voice sounded:


    "Hello, welcome to the big live escape game - stay alive."


    Mo Yi''s mind was exploded by the chaotic information, which was almost impossible for him to sort out for a moment. The uneasiness that he had suppressed and ignored just now surged up like mud on the bottom of the river and occupied his thoughts.


    A copy of this time


    In the case of no players meeting -


    opened.


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 Chapter 93

    The mechanical female voice reverberated in the open and dark corridor, as if seeping from the walls in all directions:


    " Your only task is to live six hours in a mental hospital. "


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, forced his disordered thoughts down, and then listened to the next words of the female voice.


    Listen to it and continue without ups and downs:


    "here are the tips for you:


    up is down, going is staying, life is death, and you are me.


    Have a good time. "


    The female voice disappears, and darkness and silence return to the whole corridor.


    Then, as the echo of the last byte disappears into the air, the overhead light suddenly lights up without warning.


    The cold and pale lights rustled on the dirty ceiling, illuminating a small section of the corridor in front of you. The blood and fingerprints on the wall precipitated into dark brown, which was more clear and dazzling in the pale light.


    The corridor not far away is still shrouded in darkness.


    The desks, chairs and paper lying on the ground in disorder rose in the dark into a vague shadow, which looked like some kind of sleeping creature.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows are tight, his cold fingers are slightly tightened, and the metal tube of the flashlight under his palm is sharp and angular close to the skin, which is slightly dull and painful.


    In the past, the copy will start after the players meet. This time, Mo Yi has announced the start of the game without seeing a player''s shadow.


    This is a huge change in the rules of the whole game. Such a change without warning makes the whole game full of uncertainty.


    He slowly recited the hint in his heart, chewing word by word, but still nothing.


    Mo Yi stood in the same place and observed the corridor where he was. The half bright and half dark light above his head illuminated the scene in front of him.


    A solid brick wall looks impregnable, covered with dirty stains and dried blood, and the pale column of flashlight slides to where the dim light cannot shine - the whole wall has no windows.


    This corridor is completely closed. Without a window, you can''t see the countdown. It also means that Wen Chen can''t enter this copy.


    He can''t actively invade the dungeon unless the player in it accidentally puts it in.


    And the last copy happens to be semi closed state, half of the copies are exposed outside, so Wen Chen can follow into the room.


    Mo Yi can''t help but feel some pity. Although he doesn''t think Wen Chen can bring him much help in decryption, having such a NPC willing to save people is always a safeguard to prevent him from playing off.


    At present subconsciously appears that pair of light gray eyes, Mo Yi can''t help but be a little distracted.


    I don''t know if it''s his illusion. He always feels that Wen Chen looks at his eyes Always focus on the incredible, as if It wasn''t the first time they met.


    Mo Yi frowns and dispels his inexplicable thoughts.


    The light on the top of the head makes a Zizi sound and difficultly emits a weak light. The shadow of the corridor is flickering in front of you. The darkness seems to be waiting for an opportunity to move.


    Mo Yi stood in the same place for a pause, and then chose a direction to go forward.


    The light of the flashlight is always very weak and small in front of the heavy darkness, which can only slightly light the road in front of you.


    In front of Mo Yi, the messy tables and chairs piled up on the ground block in front of him. He carefully bypasses those dusty obstacles and is careful not to touch any object.


    After all, the corridor is too quiet now. It''s not good to make a sound and disturb something in the dark.


    Mo Yi walked forward slowly. The dim light behind him stretched his shadow. The front end of the shadow blurred into the darkness of the shadow. The light column of the flashlight in his hand swayed slightly with the range of his walking.


    The smell of blood, rust and salty smell becomes strong in the air, and the concentration gradually increases with each step of Mo Yi''s approach. The thin blood mist is almost condensed, and the dark corridor is filled with an unknown meaning.


    Mo Yi felt his feet slip, and his heart was palpitating. He quickly helped one side of the wall to stabilize his body.


    The flashlight''s light shines down, and the aperture swings across the ground, illuminating your feet.


    Mo Yi''s heart is slightly tight.


    His feet were covered with bright red to dazzling bloodstains, which covered the whole ground like a lake. Mo Yi could almost see the reflection of his flashlight light on it.


    Unlike the dark brown, dried up bloodstains in the corridor, they are fresh, scarlet, dazzling, giving off the smell of death, strongly imprinting the red on the retina.


    Mo Yi''s heart sank slightly.


    His wrist lifted up a little, and the furniture around the blood pool was covered with blood stains, which made people feel cold.On the ground, there were drags of blood that stretched far into the thick darkness.


    Mo Yi subconsciously relaxed his breath and walked slowly forward.


    The side of his body was the same room as when he woke up. It must be the ward of mental hospital. The door of some wards is locked deeply. Only through a piece of gray glass above can you peep into the inside.


    Some of the doors were open, and Mo Yi swept in with the light of a flashlight, illuminating some dark corners inside.


    There are no windows in any room, but the cold air still seeps in slowly, eroding the remaining body temperature of Mo Yi, making him get goose bumps.


    Every ward is a mess, beds, tables, chairs, incomplete fall in the dust, blood dried up and solidified into dark brown spots, almost everywhere.


    Mo Yi cautiously follows the blood trace that stretches forward to move the pace, around one obstacle after another in front of him.


    After walking more than ten meters, he finally reached the end of the corridor.


    It was a mottled iron railing with diamond shaped steel pillars. Mo Yi tried to pull it, but he found that it did not move. It only gave out a rusty rattle. With his movements, the debris of rust and dust came down one after another, floating in the light of the flashlight.


    Mo Yi gets closer and finds that there is a steel door under the iron railing.


    It seems that A little like an elevator?


    Mo Yi moved the flashlight in his hand and lit up the wall --


    sure enough, there were elevator buttons on the wall, but there was only one. The logo on the wall was vague and could not see the original appearance.


    Mo Yi pressed the button, but there was no movement in the elevator in front of him. He looked carefully and saw that there was a narrow bayonet above the button.


    It seems that this elevator can''t be started without staff swiping cards.


    Sure enough, all the copies will not be so easy to pass.


    Mo Yi sighed without any regret, and then turned around to search the whole corridor carefully for the elevator card that could start the elevator.


    Just as he was about to turn around At the other end of the corridor came a heavy, slow footstep.


    It was dangerous and uneasy in the dark.


    When Mo Yi''s scalp exploded, a chill seeped from the bottom of his heart, making his hands and feet cold, but a layer of hot sweat came out of his forehead.


    He subconsciously put out the flashlight in his hand, and then dodged into the half open ward.


    Close to the back of the cold and damp wall, cold and hard touch along the contact skin into the bone marrow.


    Mo Yi covers his mouth and nose with his palm to prevent his sudden rapid breathing from betraying his position.


    The heavy shuffle of footsteps drew nearer and nearer.


    Step by step, as if stepping on his heart.


    Mo Yi''s eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes slowly adapted to the heavy darkness in front of him.


    The smell of blood grew stronger.


    Mo Yi felt that his back neck was a little chilly, and the sense of danger of shivering hit him. If he felt stiff, he turned his head.


    In the blurred narrow line of sight, his eyes on the side of the dark in a pair of blood red eyeballs -!


    In the dead silence, the heavy footfalls were still approaching.


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 Chapter 94

    Suddenly, Mo Yi''s heart was seized with horror and ferocity. His blood seemed to be cold in an instant, making him fall into the abyss and stiff.


    Subconsciously, the cold finger pressed his own mandible fiercely, suppressing the exclamation in the depth of his throat and turning into a vague low breath.


    The footsteps behind the thin wall suddenly stopped.


    The suffocating silence spread through the air.


    Mo Yi repressed his breathing frequency. In the eardrum, only the sound of blood rushing and his heart beating sharply. One sound, fast and clear, thumping in the chest.


    He closed his eyes in the dark, and his long straight eyelashes quivered slightly, like the dying wings of a butterfly.


    It seems that the retina is still branded with the blood red pupil, which is ferocious and terrifying in the dark.


    Mo Yi is holding and closing the flashlight in the palm of his side, and his spare fingers have already grasped the glass beads that have just been aroused by reflection with consciousness.


    Pale finger tip slightly forced, as if in the control of their own pinch down the desire.


    This prop can freeze the monster within three meters for five seconds. Although it can''t completely free him, it can deal with some critical situations.


    The footsteps behind him rang again.


    It''s getting closer this time.


    There is only one wall away from Mo Yi.


    He could almost distinguish the sound of the sole rubbing against the rough ground, the dull sound of the heavy heel landing on the ground, and the subtle, sharp, harsh metallic sound.


    The material behind is almost soaked with cold sweat and squeezed between the back and the wall. The cold and cold touch penetrates into the body through the skin and slowly spreads into the gap of the spine.


    Mo Yi''s muscles are stiff and tight. The cold feeling spreads from his back to his limbs. It seems that only the round glass ball between his fingers has some temperature.


    The footstep seemed to pause for a moment, then slowly, heavily, and dragged away.


    The sound of the soles of the feet rubbing against the ground, together with the sharp metal sound, slowly went away to the distance. In Mo Yi''s ears, it slowly became smaller and weaker, until it could no longer be heard.


    Mo Yi put down his fingers tightly covering the lower half of his face. His palms were cold and wet with sweat. The dull pain caused by the stiff muscles on his fingers flowed like the tide, which made his fingertips twitch slightly.


    His face did not change, only a long breath, and then slowly opened his eyes.


    His blood red eyes were still staring at him in the dark, ferocious and terrifying.


    Even if he has made psychological preparations, Mo Yi''s heart still beats hard when he sees this scene again.


    He soon calmed down, his brain turned and analyzed like a sophisticated machine, and quickly came to the most likely hypothesis -


    it was no threat.


    Mo Yi has always been confident in his ability, so he slowly relaxed his muscles, changed the glass bead in his hand to another free hand, and then moved a few steps in the opposite direction in the dark.


    With a slight movement of his finger, he turned on the light in the lowest compartment.


    A bloody body appeared in the light. His arm was lifted high and his palm was nailed to the wall with thick nails. On his ferocious and pale face, his blood red eyes were unwilling to stare at the direction of the door, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair, just like dust glass beads.


    The most terrible thing is that there is almost only skeleton left on the body. The viscera in the belly flows down along the gravity and piles up a greasy beach at the feet of the corpse. The blood red skin and muscle tissue are exfoliated precisely, and then nailed to the wall with nails to form the complex patterns on butterfly scales.


    Mo Yi subconsciously thinks of the huge and ugly butterfly picked out with her nails in the room where she wakes up.


    As expected, it was dead.


    He took a deep breath and put the glass beads in his hands into his smart backpack.


    When he was in the dark just now, he remembered the amazing blood pool on the ground and the dazzling drag marks on the ground. When he hid in the room, the flashlight lit up the ground in a panic before closing it -


    the bloodstain dragged on the ground was just dragged into the room.


    So the "stuff" in this room There is a high probability that they are dead and will not pose a threat to themselves.


    Mo Yi looked at the ugly corpse in front of him with some complexity. Although his conjecture was verified to be correct, he was shocked to face such a miserable and horrible corpse.


    However, perhaps due to the baptism of the previous three copies, Mo Yi almost no longer felt the nausea in his stomach.


    He frowned and retreated a few steps. The strong, almost congealed smell of blood almost made his sense of smell fail and occupied his senses and nerves fiercely.


    In refraction, Mo Yi seems to have thought of something. He presses down the flashlight in his hand slightly. If there is a substantial light column projected at the foot of the bloody corpse.Next to that pile of greasy viscera, there was a small group of coats, stained with blood and dust, but the logo on it was still visible - it was a well-known sports brand.


    Mo Yi frowned, went to the front, reached out to pick up the group of clothes, and then forced to shake open.


    The strong smell of blood came to my face, the dust floated up, and the wrinkled clothes unfolded.


    Yes, it''s really a modern sweatshirt.


    Mo Yi''s look in the eyes of the moment sank down, a pair of dark eyes in the flashing light.


    He re projected the light beam from his hand to the corpse. He saw that the man was wearing pants matching his sports suit, which was also contaminated with blood. In one corner of the room, there was a tattered backpack.


    The nylon fabric reflected 80% new luster under the light. There was a big crack on it, as if it had been torn by some sharp weapon. The contents of the cloth fell to the ground, and a flashlight rolled to the ground not far away.


    Mo Yi shudders at a terrible conjecture.


    The bloodstains in his waking room and out of the corridor were old Tan, and the blood near the elevator and dragged into the ward were indeed half solidified and bright red.


    This corpse is dressed up in a modern way, and all kinds of familiar objects in his backpack -


    this dead man is probably a player just like him.


    There was a chill behind Mo Yi.


    What he entered this time, I''m afraid, is not a brand-new copy, but more like a semi-finished product that has not been cleared.


    In the past, the player will decide to start the game after the players meet. But this time, the reason why the game is announced to start when he has only one person is probably because the players of the previous wave have already met and are likely to It''s been a disaster.


    A more serious problem slowly surfaced.


    What about Jiang yuanrou?


    They must be in the same copy this time, and the game won''t pit them at this point, but they should have been leaked into two different places in the copy, and they should not be on the same floor.


    Mo Yi clenched his flashlight fingers slightly and subconsciously looked into the thick darkness outside the ward door.


    It seems that he needs to find the key card to open the elevator as soon as possible.


    He focuses on the body nailed to the wall - it''s good to have players who have already explored it, which can save him a lot of the benefits of searching for clues.


    Mo Yi thought bitterly and happily. Then he rummaged in the pocket of his coat in his hand. There was nothing useful except some fragmentary things.


    He throws his sportswear back under his feet and steps toward the player''s broken backpack.


    There are some familiar props that need to be brought into the dungeon. Almost every player with some experience will carry them. Mo Yi has enough with him, so he doesn''t need to increase his own weight.


    He flipped through the contents, and as he moved, a packaged Mint rolled out of his backpack, stained with dust and blood on the ground.


    Mo Yi stares at it for a moment. Subconsciously, he thinks of the fog that sticks to feeding his candy. He frowns.


    He pursed his lips, turned his eyes from the candy, then stood up from the ground and patted the dust on his body.


    There is almost nothing valuable in this player''s backpack. Moreover, it may be to prevent players from killing each other. Therefore, after the player dies, the props they carry will be automatically recycled by the game and cannot be picked up by the players of the same copy.


    Mo Yi got nothing.


    At this moment, he seemed to think of something, and then projected his eyes on the miserable body.


    He hesitated for a moment, and then stepped forward - a sticky touch came from the slippery ground under his feet, and the smell of more blood ran unstoppably into his nostrils, and the exposed bones and viscera of the corpse magnified in his eyes.


    Mo Yi held his breath and groped for the pocket of the body''s trousers with his fingers.


    Through the thin cloth, he could almost touch the cold, stiff, lifeless skin of the corpse.


    In the dark, Mo Yi''s eyes lit up. He took out the thing that was making a sound with his fingertips, but I lit it up with my flashlight in my hand.


    It was a worn, yellowish sheet of paper, folded casually into four folds, with dark brown blood and fingerprints on it, perhaps because it had been in the pocket for a long time, it looked a little wrinkled.


    Mo Yi unfolded it carefully to prevent the loud paper rubbing sound in the dead darkness.


    In the light, everything on the paper was visible - this is a map of this floor.


    Mo Yi''s heart relaxed a little, and his eyes stopped at one end of the map for a moment:


    there is an elevator, and the ward next to the elevator is where he is now.Then, another logo on the map attracted all Mo Yi''s attention.


    A room at the other end of the corridor was marked with the words "staff room", and next to the staff room was a blackened room. The dark color completely covered the room, and it was impossible to make out the logo on it.


    Mo Yi gently wiped it with his finger - the sticky touch touched his finger belly, and the flashlight illuminated the blackened place.


    It''s blood.


    Someone blackened the room with blood.


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 Chapter 95

    After scanning the whole map roughly, Mo Yi found that there was no special sign on it, and there was only a sketch of this floor on it.


    So Where the elevator leads to and how many floors of the mental hospital are still unknown.


    He gazed at the darkness in front of him, slowly exhaled a breath, and his mind slowly precipitated into a clear peace.


    Now we can only go one step at a time.


    Mo Yi folded the map and put it into his pocket. At last, he took a detailed picture of the whole ward with a flashlight.


    Moving beams of light glided slowly across the mutilated body nailed to the wall, his wide open blood red eyes, his broken knapsack lying on the ground, and his wheelchair and bandages lying disorderly on the ground.


    The heavy smell of blood covered the whole ward, all the objects were covered with dust, showing a fuzzy outline in the dark.


    After confirming that he did not have any other clues, Mo Yi raised his legs and walked out. The door of the ward was half open, revealing the dark corridor outside.


    The half frozen blood on the ground is greasy and slippery, which makes people feel disgusted when stepping on it. The smell of rust and salty smell ferments into a disturbing fear smell in the dark.


    Mo Yi holds the door frame with his palm carefully, then leans over slightly and peeps into the corridor outside the room.


    The faint light in the deep of the corridor flickered, illuminating the small dark corridor. The dark shadow was ready to move in the depth where the light could not reach, as if there were some restless particles floating in the air.


    The half bright and half dark lights tinged the whole corridor with horror.


    Mo Yi''s ears can almost hear the sound of the lights nearby, just like dying groans. Moans ring in the silence.


    Nothing else.


    There was no heavy and sluggish footstep, no sharp metallic sound, only a grave like silence.


    Mo Yi took a long breath. He didn''t know whether he was nervous or lost. He put down his hand holding the door frame and walked out of the room carefully.


    His muscles are tight, his breath is subconsciously relaxed, and his movements are as light as a cat with his back arched.


    Around the fallen tables and chairs and the rusty wheelchair on the ground, Mo Yi slowly walked to the other end of the corridor, where the staff room on the map was located.


    The employee card that can open the elevator is likely to be inside.


    Although Mo Yi is also interested in the blood blackened house on the map, at least now he has to find a good way to retreat before planning.


    After all, he is not the only one on this floor.


    Therefore, Mo Yi secretly determined that he would never act rashly before finding the elevator card.


    He propped up the half overturned table with his palm, slightly turned over his body, and skillfully passed through the sundries and sundries without making any sound during his action.


    Every time before passing an open ward, Mo Yi would stop and wait for a turn, listen and peep at the movement, and make sure that it is empty before continuing to walk forward.


    In the short distance of tens of meters, he walked very hard.


    Mo Yi finally came to the door of the ward where he woke up. The light from the top of his head lit up the corridor of this section.


    Mo Yi''s tall and slender figure is more and more invisible in the light.


    He could not help but feel uneasy, subconsciously quickening his pace, away from the only area illuminated by light.


    Just as he was about to pass the ward next to him, Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and looked inside -


    the light of the flashlight in his hand lit up the deep scratches on the wall.


    The ugly butterfly lying on the wall opened its twisted wings. The huge spots on it flashed with cold color under the pale light, and there was blood flowing down slowly on it, staring at Mo Yi like a real eye.


    Empty, godless, decadent, with the smell of death.


    But in the place where the candle is not illuminated, it is like a deep and rich ink, which diffuses to the outside of the room.


    Mo Yi frowned - when he left just now, all the blood on the wall was dry and solidified. How did the fresh blood on the wall appear now? What does it have to do with the sound of footsteps just now?


    His heart is full of confused trees, can not find the connection of fragmentary clues, like scattered beads, waiting for a rope to put them through.


    Mo Yi pressed the uneasiness hidden in his heart and continued to walk forward.


    He had now left the dim light behind him and slowly stepped into the darkness he had never entered.


    Mo Yi walks more carefully.


    His breath was very light, only the thumping heart beat violently in his chest, the sound of blood flow amplified into a loud bang in his ears, and he could almost hear the sound of his own nerve twitching.


    The sound of footsteps just now goes in the direction of your eyes - which means that the deeper you go, the higher the chance of head-on collision.Mo Yi has now summoned the prop back to his palm. His fingers curl up rigidly and his muscles are tight, in case something unexpected happens.


    He turned off his flashlight completely.


    The dim light of the flashlight was too conspicuous in such a dark environment that Mo Yi could not take the risk.


    His eyes had adapted to the intense darkness before him. Although he could not see the scene clearly, he could recognize the faint outline in the darkness.


    While Mo Yi outlines the path on the map in his mind, he gropes for it more carefully and slowly.


    There are not too many obstacles in the front corridor. There is an empty corridor in the middle of the cold mottled wall. In the dark, there is no debris on the fuzzy ground. It is unexpectedly smooth to walk.


    The smell of blood in the air became strong again, and the sticky rust smell, like the cold and soft body of snakes, slowly twisted and tightened Mo Yi''s senses, making him feel suffocated.


    Mo Yi held out his hand against the cold wall around him. His palms were slightly wet with sweat. The cold hurt his skin like a needle.


    Further forward is the place blackened with blood - and then a little further ahead is the staff room.


    Mo Yi''s heart beat like a drum.


    He took a deep, calm breath, and glanced at the room - the door was ajar, and there was only a narrow gap, in which there was a deeper darkness, and he could not see what was in it.


    Mo Yi slightly arched, his back taut into a flexible arc, ready to rush across the room, and then rushed to the staff room,


    however, at this time - in the darkness in front of him, the heavy and sluggish footsteps sounded again.


    Mo Yi''s heart leaps. Subconsciously, he pushes open the door beside him. He dodges in and closes the half opened door again.


    After finishing a series of actions, he froze in hindsight -


    where he is now


    It was the unknown room blackened on the map.


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    Mo Yi''s fingers against the cold door panel, his knuckles, which were white with force, were stiff and curled up, shining slightly in the dark.


    His breathing pressure is very light, as if all the sound inside the body are pressed into the deep water bottom, all the turbulence and ups and downs are pressed under the thick ice.


    The half opened door showed a slight crack, and a slight light came in. The vague footstep sound passed through the half open door and clearly passed into the eardrum.


    The sharp metallic sound is more obvious.


    It''s like the subtle sound of sharp edges dragging on the ground.


    What brings Mo Yi the strongest sense of crisis is not from outside.


    It''s behind him.


    The whole room seemed to be filled with a strange low temperature. The gloomy and humid air penetrated into the skin like a cold blade. Sharp pain spread all the way from the peripheral nerves to the top of his head, making small particles float on his exposed skin.


    Mo Yi couldn''t help but think back to the map. He painted the room with thick black blood, like a piece of ink representing the unknown, which could not be forgotten in his mind.


    Behind him, the unknown darkness makes Mo Yi stab in the back, and his muscles are tight.


    Just then, not far from the door, the light came on without warning - the faint sound of electric current above the corridor, and the dim and weak light illuminated half of the corridor on one side.


    Then it flashed violently as if the light was shining back, and darkness returned to the corridor.


    Mo Yi''s palm, pressed on the half covered door, became stiff uncontrollably. His pupils shrank and his breath was unsteady for a moment.


    At the moment when the light was on just now, he saw a figure flashing in the corridor -


    only a tall and fuzzy shadow was illuminated by the light into Mo Yi''s narrow and restricted vision. He slowly shuffled around, dragging a huge long knife behind him, and making a sharp metallic sound on the ground.


    The sound of the sole rubbing against the ground was synchronized with his movements, and the rustling reverberated in the dead corridor, making the scalp numb.


    And then - the lights went out.


    The sound of footsteps in the corridor stopped as the lights went out.


    Not slowly away, but disappear in an instant.


    The swamp like darkness and stillness enveloped Mo Yi, thick to the close of the entity of the cold, Mo Yi''s back slowly climbed up the frightful cold.


    He listened with bated breath - there was no sound, as if he had been banished from the world. The deep silence frightened Mo Yi.


    At this time, his heart suddenly jumped up a violent uneasiness, as if every cell was shouting danger! In the depths of his mind, he cried - run!


    Mo Yi''s whole body is excited. Before he can make any response, he just feels that the door under his hand suddenly moves.


    Just a bang!


    There was a deafening sound in the dead darkness -


    the door slammed shut with an almost violent speed!


    Mo Yi''s throat tightened. In the re precipitated silence, he could only hear his rapid breathing and heartbeat rumbling. A ridiculous but reasonable conjecture sprang up from his heart, which made him cold


    Everything that happened just now seemed to control his actions.


    The only purpose is Seduced him to step into the room.


    The sharp surge of adrenaline made Mo Yi''s forehead exude a thin and dense cold sweat. The heart in his chest seemed to jump out of his throat, but his mind was unexpectedly calm.


    It was as if the soul and the body were separated from each other, watching everything indifferently and calmly.


    He closed his eyes fiercely, took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotion in his heart, and then turned around.


    Mo Yi''s dark eyes are like cool mercury, slightly covered under his long and straight eyelashes, staring at the deep darkness in front of him.


    His fingertips moved and turned on the flashlight in his palm.


    "Click" a light ring, the cold and pale light immediately lit up, will light up a little bit of the room, the circular lamp post is blocked by the physical object in front of, twisted into an irregular shape.


    In front of me is a cold iron bed, which reflects pale light under the light of the flashlight. There are many binding belts from top to bottom. The edge is rough and white, and the bottom is slightly off-line, which is the trace of wear and tear.


    Mo Yi held his breath and moved his flashlight slightly to light up the old instrument beside the iron bed -


    countless wires were quietly hanging from it, and the ends of the wires were connected with electrodes that could not be seen, and fell on the ground densely.


    There was an unbearable smell of filth in the dark, as if the smell of salty, rusty, bloody, mixed with the smell of rotting corpses and the fermentation of dust and bacteria, bubbling in the room.


    Mo Yi''s laryngeal nodal movement -


    this is an electric chair for the treatment of psychotic patients with electric shock therapy.A few steps closer, he found that the thin leather covered over the iron bed was covered with painful scratches and tears, dark brown spots scattered, and in several places there were broken nails.


    It''s shocking.


    Mo Yi raised his wrist slightly, and the light column of the flashlight lit up the distant scenery with his movement --


    then he found that the room was much larger than he had imagined, covering an area almost the size of five or six wards. It was separated by many dirty curtains, and could not get a panoramic view of the whole room at a glance.


    Each curtain was covered with dark brown and light brown, and there were countless or incomplete fingerprints on it. It was not known whether it was stains or dried blood.


    Under a curtain close to Mo Yi, there was blood flowing slowly and spreading very slowly. The thick and thick blood pool showed a dirty dark red under the light, just like some living creature.


    The whole room was as quiet as if it were isolated from the whole world, only dead silence.


    Mo Yi''s fingers clenched slightly with the flashlight. His cold, sweaty palms felt the edges and shapes of the metal in his hands.


    He took a step forward, stretched out his spare hand, grabbed the curtain, and then pulled it away.


    The harsh rusty metal sliding sound and the sound of cloth picking up the ropes reveal the whole picture of him -


    even though Mo Yi has already made psychological preparations, he still can''t help but jump in his heart and frown tightly.


    In front of me was another iron bed, different from the empty electric shock bed just now. On this bed There are people.


    A man was bound firmly to a rusty iron bed, his limbs were tightly bound, his head and face were covered with blood, his head was firmly fixed on the iron bed by iron hoops, a long ice cone along his orbit, through the eyeball, straight into the skull, the edge of the iron bed is full of semi solidified blood, the blood pool on the ground is mottled, it seems that people can not help but My heart is cold.


    Mo Yi''s eyes fall on the table next to the iron bed, on which are scattered iron tools such as awls and hammers stained with blood. Under the blood are dark brown traces, which can not be distinguished as rust marks or old blood stains.


    He pursed his lips and his eyes were slightly heavy.


    -- lobectomy.


    In the 1940s and 1950s, a very popular method for the treatment of mental illness was to extend an ice cone like awl into the patient''s orbit, and then part of the nerve fibers in the middle and anterior lobe of the brain were removed to achieve the purpose of "curing" mental illness.


    The man was dead - the ice cone had cut his eyeballs and went straight into the middle of his head.


    Mo Yi side body, pull another curtain beside oneself.


    There was also an iron bed, on which lay a bloody man, his belly wide open, his bloody organs naked. Exposed in the cold air, a big hole was drilled in his head, revealing red and white brain tissue.


    The man''s face was ferocious and twisted, and the binding band on his wrist was tightly buckled into his skin, bleeding blood.


    After seeing the instruments on the two iron beds, Mo Yi quickly thought of the therapy in this bed:


    craniotomy and surgery.


    The treatment of mental illness is achieved by exposing the patient''s brain and removing "sick" organs.


    Mo Yi noticed that although the clothes on the two men were badly stained with fresh blood, they could still be identified as modern clothes - they should also be the players who died in this copy.


    The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and putrefaction. Mo Yi coughed twice, and he stepped back two steps with difficulty in breathing.


    However, just then, in the dark silence, there was a slight metal sound -


    "click".


    The slight crashing sound is particularly clear and harsh in the silence, almost affecting Mo Yi''s heartbeat.


    He breathed slightly and looked in the direction of the sound.


    Under the cold and pale light of the flashlight, the metal clasps of the binding belt tightly buckled on the two beds automatically released, making a "click" sound.


    The man in front of him slowly turned his head, and the long ice cone in his broken eyeball trembled, staring at him with another gray white pupil full of blood.


    - "click"


    on the twisted and ugly face of another man, the bloodshot eyes turn one by one, and slowly look at Mo Yi. The bones of his cervical spine creak and creak.


    "Click".


    Mo Yi subconsciously took a step backward, then turned and ran to the door. He clasped the handle of the door tightly with his sweaty palms, and then shook it.


    But the door was as still as if it had been poured with copper and iron, and it was tightly attached to the door frame, as if it had not been affected at all.


    Mo Yi could hear his own hot and rapid breathing sound and the sound of blood rushing in his chest. Everything else seemed to be far away from his mind. Only the slight metal collision sound was clear and loud¡ª¡ª"Click".


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 Chapter 97

    Mo Yi shakes the motionless door with his cold hands. With his movements, a tearing pain comes from the mouth of the tiger, which fiercely invades his heart. However, it still can''t dispel the chill from his bones.


    It was like falling into a fast glacier in the cold winter. It was cold, numb, and heavy ice water dragged his limbs and dragged him to the cold and dark abyss.


    -- click.


    The sound of unbuttoning came clearly from behind him, and the awl usually penetrated straight into the brain through the eardrum.


    The cold air has a sticky smell of blood and decay. With Mo Yi''s rapid breathing, it slides like the respiratory tract, stings his chest like tens of millions of small ice needles, and wakes his brain.


    Mo Yi realized that the door in front of him could not be opened. He resolutely gave up the act of shaking and turned around suddenly.


    The light of the flashlight swayed with his movement, casting the dim floating light into the darkness behind him, which reflected the nightmare scene in front of him -


    several of the binding belts on the two beds were still not released, and two bloody corpses were waiting quietly.


    Two symmetrical faces slowly show a stiff and twisted huge smile, pale deformed lips pulled to the root of the ear, turbid eyes closely staring at Mo Yi''s body, slowly exuding amazing malice.


    The black and rich blood mixed with visceral debris slid down the cold pillars of the iron bed. The smell of blood became more and more intense, making people feel nauseous.


    Mo Yi clenched his teeth, the blood color on his face completely disappeared, a pair of dark eyes were staring at the front, and then rushed to the opposite direction toward the door.


    Just as he stepped across the blood pool on the ground, there was a more and more clear "click" sound behind him -


    then the belt cracking sound sounded in the dark, accompanied by the sharp "squeak" sound of the iron bed on the ground, all of which showed that


    The bondage has been broken.


    Mo Yi''s breath was so short that he ran to the opposite direction with all his strength. The miserable green dirty curtain hung in front of him blocked his sight and behavior like a overlapped barrier.


    As he stretched out his hand and pulled the curtain in front of his eyes, he rushed forward. The iron hook above the curtain gave out a piercing, dying like scream. With the sound of the wind pouring into his ears, it was like a thin silk thread tightly stranding Mo Yi''s throat.


    Behind him is the sound of footsteps, clear and heavy. Each step is heavy and heavy. Each step is heavy and heavy. It gives people a shudder of rationality.


    The smell of blood is getting stronger.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes while running, and his eyes touched the wall on one side. His heart thumped with a thump -


    blood began to seep from the ceiling and slid down the wall slowly, leaving serpentine traces on the pale and mottled wall. Blood began to seep all around the house, and creeping malice climbed along the blood, Filaments penetrate into every pore.


    Mo Yi''s breath is not steady, but a pair of extremely dark eyes are surprisingly bright, staring at a point in front of him.


    He ran, tearing off one curtain after another, and the blood on it was deeper and dirtier. It was like an endless mire that wrapped him up, as if it were a swamp that could never go to the end.


    Mo Yi''s breathing became more and more rapid. Excessive exercise caused him to ache all over his body. Lack of oxygen led to dizzy white light in front of his eyes. The cold sweat covered his forehead. He slid down his taut eyebrows and then dropped into his collar -


    however, the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and the distance between them was shortened.


    Mo Yi clearly realized that the situation was very bad.


    At this time, because of excessive force and rigid arm opened a blood stained can not see the original curtain, eyes suddenly open!


    There''s a door there!


    There was a slight light outside the half open door, weak but clear, as if hope was waving at him!


    However, Mo Yi''s heart suddenly filled with a strong uneasiness, as if a flash of lightning split into his skull, shining a pale light on the thoughts in his brain -


    from just now on, all his actions seem to be under the control of this room.


    Step by step, inch by inch, he was lured to the established fate.


    Like a puppet, he couldn''t control his actions. Being pulled by the unstoppable inertia, he slid slowly towards the dark bottomless abyss -


    Mo Yi''s whole body was cold, like falling into an ice cave.


    His muscles were stiff, and the white light of hope, which had just been before him, was like a deadly whisper, holding his heart tightly.


    Suddenly, an idea rose from the depth of his confused thoughts, like a bell ringing in the depths of his mind, almost shaking his head:


    - "to go is to stay, to live is to die".


    Mo Yihuo went out and took a deep breath. Then he stopped and stood still.Behind the heavy footsteps slowly approaching, rubbing on the ground out of muddy dragging sound, unhindered into the eardrum.


    The heart pounded uncontrollably, hot sweat streaked across the cold cheeks, leaving a burning sensation on the skin.


    The uneasy premonition clenched Mo Yi''s internal organs, like molten iron congealed and cooled in his abdomen, and then sank down. His born sense of crisis stimulated his nerve endings like a needle, forcing him to run! Run!


    Mo Yi clenched his teeth and closed his eyes fiercely. He tried his best to resist his desire to fly away from the light nearby.


    He called out a prop and held the cold, smooth glass beads in his hand for a rainy day.


    The beating of the heart and the rapid and hot breathing mixed into a chaotic sound, occupying all his thoughts.


    The sound of footsteps behind him was approaching, and the cold reverberation in the empty room was sluggish and heavy, with a strong smell of blood.


    The salty and fishy smell of rust slowly diffuses in his mouth and melts with the bloody smell in his nose, making it almost impossible for Mo Yi to distinguish whether he has tasted the taste of blood on his tongue.


    The sound of footsteps came close.


    Mo Yi''s fingers were subconsciously tightened. His manicured nails were deeply embedded in his sweaty palms. Cold glass beads pierced the palms of his hands. A sharp sense of pain hit him like a tsunami, tearing his tight nerves -


    just then, the sound of his feet stopped.


    The whole room is filled with empty silence, as if there is invisible wind in the whirl, the silence is cold and disturbing.


    Mo Yi opened his eyes slowly.


    There was a cold flash in front of him, which almost made his face deviate subconsciously.


    He stopped for a moment, and his violent heartbeat finally calmed down a lot. He turned his head again and looked in front of him -


    there was no door, no road, no light.


    The cold light of the flashlight will illuminate the front of the body, the front is empty, is a wall, a step away from him is a familiar iron bed.


    The rusty and rusty steel bed pillars reflect the cold light, which is covered with startling scratches and dark blood stains, which makes people shiver.


    Above the iron bed are scattered ties and wires, all open as if waiting for something.


    That iron bed is so close to Mo Yi that as long as he takes a few steps forward, the whole person will fall on the bed for electric shock.


    Mo Yi''s back can not help but get a layer of cold sweat, palm heart was pinched out of the wound burning pain.


    This is the iron bed he saw when he first entered the door.


    He now seems to know how the two dead players were tied to the healing bed.


    Mo Yi''s throat knot moved, and a chill came over him. He slowly looked behind him.


    A frightening picture suddenly jumped into his sight - the wall was covered with dark red blood, which dyed a strange picture on the dirty and discolored wall.


    It''s a huge butterfly.


    The bloated and ugly figure is composed of thick blood. On the twisted huge wings, there are godless and deformed eyes, overlooking Mo Yi in the middle of the room from top to bottom.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, suppressed the extremely uncomfortable feeling in his heart, and then looked away.


    He flashed his flashlight, which he was using, to the rest of the room.


    The room is not as big as he saw just now.


    On the ground, there were several iron frames hung with dirty dark green curtains. The stained curtains were pitifully placed on the ground full of semi solidified blood, and their original appearance could not be seen.


    The two iron beds on which the corpses were lying were still placed where we had just seen them. Above them were two lifeless corpses. The dead gray eyes in their eyes looked at the ceiling, and the turbid dark blood flowed down, emitting a strange smell that was hard to ignore.


    The strap on it was firmly strapped and there was no trace of separation.


    From Mo Yi''s point of view, the iron bed where the two bodies are located is located in front of the wings of the huge butterfly that covers the whole room, just on the pattern similar to the eyes on the wings. Together, they form a strange picture to the extreme. Even if you just look at them, you can''t help but feel uneasy.


    Mo Yi spits out a puff of turbid gas. He wipes the sweat on his cheek with his wrist holding the flashlight, and then walks to the door.


    He walked cautiously through the messy ground and the two iron beds on which the bodies lay, reaching for the doorknob.


    It still can''t be unscrewed.


    Mo Yi couldn''t help being stunned.


    What''s going on?


    Before he calmed down to think about it, he felt a strong force coming from his side and pushed him to the side!


    After a while, something cold and hard came under his body. The bone piercing pain came all the way along the nerve, making Mo Yi unable to help humming.


    But he didn''t fall to the ground.Instead, he fell on the familiar iron bed, which was suffused with blood and heavy smell of fear -


    the sound of electric current came from his ear, and the sparks sprang violently in the dark, leaving a sharp mark on Mo Yi''s retina.


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 Chapter 98

    The electric spark sparked in the dark, with cold malice and burning restlessness. The dangerous breath spread, almost igniting the thick and thick darkness.


    A strong sense of crisis hit Mo Yi quickly. A huge buzz flashed in Mo Yi''s mind, and the hot blood in his blood vessels suddenly beat and hit his cheek.


    The familiar cold touch came from his wrist, and the leather strap wrapped tightly around his left hand.


    The same metal crash sounds on the right hand side --


    the tingling sensation of ice needle pricking into my mind immediately! Mo Yi''s thoughts quickly responded, and he rolled to his side violently -


    most of his body fell down to the iron bed with his movement, and only one tied left hand was still hanging at the end of the iron bed.


    The sharp pain came from the moment when the body touched the ground. All the bones of his body almost fell apart. The thin bones smashed on the ground, almost forcing Mo Yi''s throat to gasp.


    At the same time, his forehead hit the cold and wet floor, sharp tingling came from his forehead, his eyes turned black, and the white noise came from his ears -


    Mo Yi struggled to raise his head, warm and sticky blood slid down his forehead, sticking to his eyelashes and eyelids.


    The open flashlight clanged on the ground, and the cold white column of light disorderly illuminated the darkness.


    Looking through a blood red field of vision, I saw that several binding belts on the iron bed happened to close automatically, and the metal clasped on the iron bed made a chilling crash.


    Mo Yi gasped for breath, and the burning pain of leather friction came from his ankle suspended in the air.


    Xin is short of his timely response. Otherwise, his limbs will be caught instead of one of his wrists.


    then he will die.


    He gasped in the dark, and the flashlight that fell on the ground stopped rolling, and the floating light stopped moving and stayed in the void.


    Mo Yi''s remaining light swept to the bedside in the iron bed.


    In that hazy darkness, the sound of electric current came from Zi La, and the hum of the machine slowly sounded, gradually becoming stronger in the dark.


    At the beginning, Mo Yi thought it was the tinnitus caused by bumping into his head. Only when he saw the electric spark in the darkness at the head of the bed did he realize that it was not over.


    The bed board is made of iron. Once the electric shock is activated, the current flowing along the iron bed can still kill him.


    Mo Yi''s expression was suddenly dignified. His pale face was covered with abnormal flush. He clenched his teeth and suddenly straightened up. Then he reached out and untied the strap on his left wrist.


    The metal buckle on the belt is like a boa constrictor. It can''t be pulled apart.


    The sound of electric current in his ears and the hum of the machine starting became more and more intense -


    Mo Yi''s forehead exuded sweat. He gave up the tight metal buckle and instead tore up the white and worn interface of the belt clinging to the cold iron bed.


    The rough action makes the rough edge of the belt sink deeply into the pale skin on the thin wrist and rubs out bright red marks. Drops of blood ooze from the wound, and the strong smell of rust pervades the air.


    In my ears is the roar of the machine about to start, and the whole iron bed almost starts to vibrate greatly. In the dark, there are more electric sparks that light up and extinguish instantaneously, as if the next second is about to explode!


    Mo Yi''s heart broke. He clenched his teeth, and then grasped his left thumb with his other hand. His life was broken --


    a crisp crack of bone sounded in the dark, which made his teeth sour.


    His thumb was twisted and broken in a strange shape, and it was soft and soft. Mo Yi was exerting his strength at the moment. His spare right hand grasped the belt tied to his wrist and then pulled it hard!


    His left hand was successfully released from the belt bound to the iron bed.


    There was a huge roar in his ear, and Mo Yi''s heart tightened and he rolled with his just free left hand.


    In the darkness behind him burst out almost blinding electric light, the sound of chucking electric current sounded, the whole iron bed rattled, and groaned and groaned unbearably in the dark, deafening.


    Mo Yi lay on the dirty floor with sweat all over his body, as if he had been pulled out of the ice. He shivered uncontrollably because of the intense pain.


    Wet black hair was in a mess on the pale face, gold paper was generally bloodless, the only color on the face was the bright blood exuded from the broken lower lip bitten by teeth.


    He gasped sharply, and the sound of the electric current was still buzzing behind him, and the electric arc that crackled brightly illuminated the whole room.


    In Mo Yi''s vision, which was blackened by pain, he vaguely saw that in the dark corner of the wall, there stood a shadowy shadow -


    for a moment, he held up his eyelids covered with blood and looked at the corner.


    It''s empty there.Behind him, the sound of the electric current of the machine stopped slowly. However, there was still a phantom like buzz in Mo Yi''s ears, which made him dizzy.


    Mo Yi''s heart suffocates and suffocates. He can''t help but take a few deep breaths and force himself to relax.


    He moved to one side with difficulty. The fingers of his right hand struggled to wriggle on the ground. He picked up the flashlight lying beside him. His trembling fingers held the flashlight in his hand, and then shone towards the dark corner of the door -


    the heavy and gloomy darkness was scattered by the light of the flashlight, and there was nothing in that corner, as if he had just The shadow I saw was an illusion.


    Mo Yi took a long breath, his head was still dizzy, and he seemed to have a double shadow.


    It''s supposed to be the sequela of a head bump.


    Was he really wrong?


    At this time, a slight "click" came from the door, which scared Mo Yi.


    He turned his flashlight to the door. He saw that the tightly fastened door was slowly opened and slipped into the darkness silently and slowly. The dim light in the micro corridor poured into the open door, which made Mo Yi feel like a trance.


    He stood up from the ground with strong support. The pain all over his body hit like the tide. His stiff joints gave out a piercing cry. The almost suffocating pain tugged at Mo Yi''s nerves.


    Even if he had such a strong tolerance for pain, he could not help but take a low breath.


    Mo Yi limped toward the door a few steps, and then subconsciously turned his head to look at his back.


    I saw in the thick darkness, the mottled iron bed seemed to be still flashing wisps of electric light, a strong smell of scorching almost covered the smell of blood.


    There seemed to be something at the head of the bed that was shining slightly.


    Mo Yi frowns and uses the light of the flashlight in his hand to illuminate the past.


    On the old, dusty machine at the head of the bed, there was a thin card, reflecting almost metallic luster in the light of the flashlight.


    Mo Yi slightly a Leng, he is sure that when he just entered the door, there is no such a card in that machine.


    He hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped forward slowly. He carefully padded his Fingerless fingers with the corner of his coat. Then he wrapped one corner of the card and slowly forced.


    Through the thin cloth, Mo Yi can feel the light heat from his fingertips, which almost instantly makes him let go.


    Mo Yi calmed down, and then increased his strength. He completely pulled out the magnetic card that was inserted into the machine -


    the magnetic card still seemed a little old, and the patterns on it were mottled and fuzzy, and it was still a little hot.


    Mo Yi discerned for a moment in the dim light:


    this should be the employee magnetic card.


    Then it should also be able to open the elevator at the end of the corridor?


    Mo Yi''s heart was tinged with a trace of heat. His cold palm tightly grasped the magnetic card. The slightly scalded temperature properly ironed his palmprint, and his cold skin was almost stained with a little heat.


    He finally looked around the room behind him, then turned and walked out.


    From the fracture wound on the palm, there was hot and sudden pain. The intense and continuous pain was almost numb, which made the pain of other wounds on Mo Yi insignificant, as if all the pain nerves were concentrated on the hand.


    Corridor is still a dark, the entire long and deep corridor only a weak light, flickering.


    After leaving the room, Mo Yi hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked to the next room marked "staff room" on the map.


    He reached out and pushed the door. The door under his hand was smooth and cold, hard as iron, and could hardly be pushed.


    It seems that we can''t get in now.


    Deep eyelids, dark eyelids covered.


    He turned to the other end of the corridor.


    On the way back, the road was still bumpy. The broken tables and chairs and scattered paper on the ground blocked Mo Yi''s body. Fortunately, he had passed it before, so he skillfully crossed the obstacles inside. His body was flexible and light, and he was as quiet as a cat in the dark.


    Along the way, the figure never appeared again.


    Mo Yi stood at the closed door of the elevator, holding the palm of the magnetic card, holding up his deformed and fractured left hand, and unconsciously licked the dry lip.


    A sharp pain came from his lips, and the tip of his tongue tasted the familiar smell of rust, and he realized that he had bitten his lips.


    Mo Yi gave a slight "hiss" sound, then carefully released his injured palm and used the magnetic card to brush the slot on the wall. He only heard a slight "tick" in the dark.In front of the elevator shaft came the hum of mechanical braking, which was particularly clear in a dead corridor.


    Mo Yi''s heart beat irregularly for a few times. Subconsciously, he turned his head to look behind him. He seemed to worry about whether the footstep sound would ring again without warning.


    The corridor behind is empty, and a single lamp is shining with dim light. The oppressive and suffocating atmosphere is depressing towards Mo Yi.


    At this time, the diamond shaped metal door behind Mo Yi slowly slid open, making a creaking rusty metal friction sound -


    a crisp sound came from the mottled metal door:


    "Ding".


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 Chapter 99

    The door of the elevator slowly opened.


    Mo Yi''s heart was beating restlessly in his chest. He stretched his muscles subconsciously and waited quietly -


    the yellow light came out through the slowly expanding crack of the door, making the mottled dark marks on the iron elevator door become clear gradually.


    Mo Yi is used to the dark eyes in the corridor. He is stabbed by the light suddenly spreading in front of him. He can''t help but squint his eyes.


    Through the half dry blood pasted on his eyelashes, his sight is mixed with bright red and dark yellow. In the dizziness caused by the sudden lighting, it looks like a distorted abstract painting, which makes him feel unreal from the bottom of his heart.


    Mo Yi blinked and looked into the elevator.


    The elevator was empty. There was nothing in it.


    There are no bright and dazzling bloodstains, no ferocious and twisted corpses, and there are no disgusting creatures that rush out at the moment the elevator opens -


    this is just a small ordinary elevator.


    He didn''t dare to relax. He took a step forward carefully, stood beside the elevator, and then leaned over to look at the top of the elevator -


    the metal top looked a little old, and the rusty spots were distributed next to the light. Everything was normal, which made people can''t believe his eyes.


    Mo Yi slowly let out a breath. His thoughts were somewhat complicated. He did not know whether he was lucky or disappointed.


    He put the swished card into his pocket and stepped into the elevator.


    It is almost cold and cold in the corridor without pain. The temperature in the elevator is very normal, which almost makes Mo Yi''s cold and sweaty skin feel a little warm because of the pain.


    The moment he stepped into the elevator, the metal elevator door made a hoarse and rough friction sound, and then closed behind him, making it a small and tight iron box.


    Mo Yi turns to look at the inner door of the elevator and is stunned slightly.


    There was nothing in the place where there should have been a key board. It was just an empty metal plate, shimmering in the dim yellow light. On the screen above, a number was displayed:


    - 3


    Mo Yi''s eyes fell on the clear number and frowned - so now he should be in the third floor of the underground.


    No wonder there are no windows in the whole corridor.


    When he was in a trance, he saw a small upward arrow next to the number of - 3, and then the whole elevator suddenly vibrated. The sound of machine start-up and the sound of sliding rail friction sounded in the narrow closed space.


    The elevator started to move.


    The sudden sense of weightlessness makes Mo Yi''s body shake. Unconsciously, he reaches out to support the wall of the elevator. However, he doesn''t expect to encounter the wound on his hand, which makes him take a cold breath in pain.


    The pain that was deliberately forgotten just now is like a dogskin plaster that can''t be thrown off. It tightly strangles the nerves with the cold and greasy body like a snake, and then mercilessly tightens the body and crawls into the bone marrow along with the pain.


    Mo Yi was in a cold sweat. He clenched his teeth, lifted his eyelids in the dripping sweat and looked at the black and white screen beside the elevator door.


    It still shows - 3, but the small upward triangle is flashing at a constant speed.


    The slight vibration of the elevator and the sound of the machine running in his ear remind him that the elevator is up.


    Mo YILENG Leng Leng, suddenly thought of the game at the beginning of the sentence:


    "up is down.".


    Many questions popped out of his mind and filled his mind:


    does it have anything to do with the direction of the elevator?


    If it matters Does that mean that he is not going up, but going deep into the mental hospital?


    Mo Yi stares at the small upward triangle flashing on the screen and frowns tightly.


    Unfortunately, there are still too few clues to judge.


    He took a deep breath, pressed down the doubts in his heart, and then pulled the backpack behind him with his intact palm, and pulled the zipper of the backpack with some difficulty -


    ¡õ the cold fingers covered with dried blood searched in the backpack for a while, and soon found what he needed.


    He looked up again at the number on the screen. The big - 3 was still the same, moving only the small triangle - which seemed to take a while to reach the other level.


    Don''t take a deep breath, simply bend up your legs and sit on the floor, and then arrange the things you find in your backpack one by one on the floor.


    After reaching - 2 floor, the situation will be more dangerous. I''m afraid it''s difficult to deal with the situation of his fingers.


    It''s better to deal with it in advance in the elevator now, and continue to move after going out.


    Mo Yi lifted his injured left hand and looked at his palm in the dark yellow light in the elevator.


    The removed thumb is soft and soft in a twisted posture. There is only a thin layer of flesh between the joints. The thin and hard bone stabs the soft skin, as if it will be exposed from the wound in the next second.He was a white skin that easily left traces. From the knuckles of his thumb to the back of his hand, he was covered with a very deep purplish red cyan black, which looked startling on the pale to almost transparent skin.


    Mo Yi''s eyelids droop slightly. Under his long eyelashes, he has dark eyes. His clear iris reflects the scene in front of him.


    When he was in that room just now, his action was deliberate.


    Removing your thumb is not the only option, but it is the safest.


    There are props in his backpack that can deal with the scene at that time, but he is not allowed to spare them. After all, the cooling time of props that can be used in the copy is too long. Now this copy is just beginning. If you use it now, you will be helpless in case of more emergency.


    What''s more Mo Yi is still a little worried about the random debuff.


    He once talked to Jiang yuanrou about this problem. Jiang yuanrou used it once when she didn''t know that there would be side effects when using props. She was lucky at that time, and the side effect was just pollen allergy. However, another player who came to debuff with her copy was blind.


    In such a dangerous and dangerous copy, blindness is almost a death sentence.


    Therefore, Mo Yi is not ready to use props until he has to use them.


    Plus In the second copy, Wen Chen once gave Mo Yi Zheng a bone, so after the second copy, he went to check the materials and learned. Although he didn''t have much practical experience, at least it was not totally uncertain.


    He can try not to hurt himself when he unloads the bone. He also has a certain degree of assurance to take the bone back and control the injury in an acceptable range, which is more insurance than the side effects of gambling props with his own life.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, and then slowly felt the uneven bones under the thin skin with his intact hand. The fierce pain hit him. His expression did not change, but his face turned a little white.


    He looked up at the light on the ceiling, the dark yellow light occupied his pupils, his teeth clenched -


    and then he broke his fingers hard!


    A clear "GABA" sound sounded in the closed elevator, the staggered joints were pushed back in an instant, and the clear bone friction sound made the teeth sour.


    Mo Yi''s whole body shivered involuntarily. He gasped soundlessly and violently. Like a dehydrated fish, he deeply inhaled the cold and dry air, as if this could relieve some pain.


    He slowed down and looked down at his palm.


    The deformed bones on the hand have returned to normal. The scarlet Turquoise and black on the back of the hand are now covered with a thin layer of red.


    Mo Yi tried to move his finger.


    A piercing pain hit, but good, at least can move.


    He took a breath of shiver, reached out and picked up what had just been spread on the ground, and then handled his wound skillfully.


    This time, he did not choose to fix his dislocated knuckles with anything. After all, this copy was not long ago. If his left hand could not move now, it would have a great impact on his later actions.


    Mo Yi skillfully wrapped the bandage around the palm of his hand with his right finger. Then he tied a knot on the back of his hand. He bit one end of the bandage with his teeth and pulled it hard. He successfully bandaged his injured place tightly.


    He wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, and accidentally touched a burning pain.


    Mo Yi just remembered that he was also hurt on his forehead.


    He disinfected the wound on his forehead with a little residual gauze dipped with alcohol. Then he covered the bloodstain of his eyes and wiped it randomly to make sure that his sight would not be obstructed. After that, he picked up the scattered things one by one and put them into his backpack.


    Everything is almost finished. Mo Yi looks up at the screen beside the elevator door.


    The number above still stays at - 3, and the small upward icon is still flashing evenly. After several minutes, the number on the top suddenly changes:


    - 2


    Mo Yi''s heart jumps slightly. He doesn''t know what it is. Before he reacts, he just feels that the elevator under him trembles!


    Subconsciously, he held on to the cold wall of the elevator to stabilize himself.


    The smooth sound of the sliding rope suddenly became sharp and harsh! The huge roar of the machine brake sounded, and the whole elevator suddenly fell down again!


    Mo Yi has a cold sweat behind his back.


    The overhead light suddenly went dark, and the yellow light flashed in the elevator.


    The elevator stopped moving and seemed to be in mid air.


    The closed elevator darkened.


    Mo Yi raised his head and gazed at the screen. The numbers and triangles on it no longer flashed, as if frozen.


    In his ears, he could only hear his own breath, and the screeching groans of the sliding rope.At this moment, the lights in the elevator flickered and then suddenly went out -


    everything was in the dark.


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 Chapter 100

    In the narrow closed elevator, there is darkness, and the stuffy air is squeezed tightly in the narrow space, and the heavy and stuffy suffocation feeling accompanies you.


    Mo Yi could almost hear the resonance between his heartbeat and the surrounding walls. The oppressed darkness was locked around him, making him feel difficult to breathe.


    The elevator suddenly fell down again!


    The elevator around the body gave out a hoarse and violent roar, and the dying concussion was stirring in the narrow space, as if it would break in the next second.


    Mo Yi is now standing at the corner of the elevator. His back, wet with sweat, is clinging to the corner of the cold wall. His palm is on the metal wall of the elevator, and his Fingerbone is slightly white due to the force.


    The elevator stopped again.


    Mo Yi took a few deep breaths, carefully moved his steps and walked along the edge of the elevator to the door.


    He put his eyes close to the gap of the elevator door, and looked out through the narrow door gap -


    a thin iron black was across the narrow and restricted vision. Mo Yi blinked. For a while, he reflected that this should be the ground on the second floor.


    The light here is more sufficient than the third floor, and the pale light reflects into a thin line on the ground, almost dazzling.


    Mo Yi almost knew the location of the elevator. It should be stopping at the bottom of the second floor. The ground was stuck in the middle of the elevator. From his perspective, he could see the lower part of the second floor.


    In front of us is also a long corridor. The cold light hits the empty ground, which is totally different from the chaos on the previous floor. It looks empty and tidy. Although the corridor in the distance is somewhat fuzzy, it can still see the bifurcation of the corridor in the distance.


    This floor is much bigger than the one above.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.


    The elevator began to shake violently again, and the horizon in the line of sight suddenly trembled and floated upward.


    Mo Yi''s breath is disordered. He presses his hand on the elevator door panel and exerts a little bit more force. The cold metal door sends the bone chilling cold into his injured finger. The cold and pain are entangled together like a pair of twins, impacting his nerves.


    Thick darkness enveloped the cramped elevator, and the four walls seemed to be drawing closer, and then slowly squeezed out the last breath of air here.


    Just then, in the darkness behind him, there was a fine scratching sound.


    Mo Yi''s whole body is shocked, a trace of numbness shivering slowly climbed up from his back.


    The closed elevator amplifies the fine scratching sound and transmits it to the whole elevator. The metal plate under the palm seems to be able to feel the faint vibration, which makes the scalp numb.


    It''s like Something wants to penetrate the thin metal walls of the elevator and drill straight in.


    Mo Yi frowned tightly.


    I can''t wait any longer. I''m afraid the walls of the elevator won''t last long.


    The scratching sound in the dark is more and more loud, and the metal elevator wall rubs out the harsh sharp sound, which makes the back numb.


    He made a quick decision, put his finger tips into the narrow gap in the elevator door, and then slowly pulled outward.


    The harsh sound of mechanical friction sounded in his ear, piercing into the eardrum acutely and sonorously, which made Mo Yi''s brain AChE.


    His breath was a little short, and his hands were hard -


    the metal door of the elevator was soon broken open by him, a gap enough for one person to pass through. The cold and dim light in the corridor shone through the narrow crack of the door, dispersing some of the darkness in the elevator.


    Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him. In a dark shadow, a vague outline protruded on the hard metal wall of the elevator, as if something was lurking in the dark


    The numbing scratch sound became clearer, as if surrounded from all directions, seemed to be everywhere, and seemed to be in the ear in general, making people feel physically uncomfortable.


    Mo Yi''s heart leaped, his breathing rate increased slightly, his blood vessels were pounded with hot blood, and his eardrum made a surging sound --


    time is running out.


    He turned his head in a hurry, then threw his backpack behind him through the opening of the elevator door into the corridor.


    The bulging backpack made a clear sound on the ground, echoing in the silent and empty corridor.


    Mo Yi had no time to think about anything else. He stretched out his hand and pressed the ground which was just in line with his chest. Then he put his arm into force and jumped up.


    Behind the elevator wall issued a clear "Gala" crisp sound, as if broken in general, in Mo Yi''s ear like thunder, scratching sound spread in the darkness of the elevator, containing a deep and thick unknown.


    His breath was a little unsteady, and there seemed to be something dangerous in his heart, which exploded in an instant. His arms pressed down, his legs pushed up against the wall and climbed up quickly.


    Mo Yi''s ears are filled with the sound of his own heartbeat. In the white noise, the huge sound behind him is far away and hazy. However, human''s innate sensitivity to danger vibrates fiercely in his mind and rings a huge alarm.He gritted his teeth and rolled on the spot.


    The wound on his hand was accidentally pressed under Mo Yi''s body, making him involuntarily spill a low groan from his throat.


    The intense pain made his brain clear again, and he turned to look at the elevator he had just climbed out of.


    I saw that the two metal doors, which had been broken open, had been slowly closed, closing the darkness of the whole box inside and the vague shadow surging in the dark, tightly buttoned together.


    The roar of the machine and the sound of the slide resumed, and then it returned to silence.


    Mo Yi was half sitting on the ground panting. His body, which was heated up by the exercise, was soon cooled down. His sweaty clothes were tightly attached to the wet skin. The cold and cold wind in the corridor stirred up a layer of goose bumps.


    The empty corridor was dead, like a windless Valley, filled with a kind of lifeless cold.


    Mo Yi blinked, and the salty sweat slid down his eyebrow. From the wound on his forehead that had not yet scabbed, to the sensitive cornea in his eyes, there was a burning sting.


    He wiped the sweat from his face with one hand, then reached out to hold the wall beside him and slowly stood up from the ground,.


    The bones and bones on the body rub in the movement, rusty cluck, and some of the stiff muscles are sour.


    Mo Yi moved his shoulder and neck joint for a moment, then slightly moved his left hand joint which had just been connected. The pain rose from every bone seam in his body, and then slowly transferred to the deep brain.


    He let out a long breath.


    Fortunately, this degree of pain is temporarily within his acceptable range.


    Mo Yi bent down to pick up the knapsack on the ground, gently swung it to his back, and then raised his head.


    When he was in the elevator, he didn''t have time to observe the floor carefully. In addition, his vision was limited and he couldn''t get a full view of the whole corridor. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the strange space in front of him.


    The pale and dim light on the top of the head lights up the cold and silent corridor in front of you. The dirty wall is covered with dust, and the mottled peeling wall shows the years it has experienced.


    On both sides of the corridor are neat rooms. The old door is tightly closed, and the ward number above is clearly visible in the light.


    Mo Yi went to the ward beside him and pushed tentatively.


    There was no push.


    Above the door is a small window separated by iron railings. Mo Yi gets closer and looks into the room through that window.


    There is no one in the room.


    Inside the door is a narrow space. The mottled walls are hidden in the shadow of the dim light. A narrow bed is tightly attached to the wall. Above is the polished white leather binding belt and the bed sheets with the same color as the room. Although the sheets look dirty and old, there is no wrinkle on them, as if no one has lived in it.


    Mo Yi frowned suspiciously and then backed away from the door.


    He walked slowly forward, carefully relaxing his pace and looking into each room one by one.


    Every room was empty and could not be opened.


    Mo Yi suddenly stopped.


    He was now at the first corner, where another corridor branched out into an area without light.


    Mo Yi stood in the same place, slightly leaned out to look there. At this moment, he was stunned, and his eyes fell on the wall on one side of the corridor that was diagonally separated.


    There were two characters written in bright blood red:


    area B.


    The sharp color contrast stabbed straight into the eyeball, and half solidified blood flowed down the wall, making the shape of the two characters distorted and ugly. The blood red was printed on the wet and pale wall, like a deep scar.


    It is very normal to divide different types of patients into different divisions for the convenience of management and treatment.


    So Where are the other divisions?


    Mo Yi took a deep look at the darkness at the end of the corridor. His eyes stayed on it for a while, then he moved away slowly.


    He frowned, not knowing why there was always a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart.


    At this time, he seemed to catch some sound in his ears -


    Mo Yi tensed up subconsciously and his eyes were dignified. He held his breath and carefully looked around the environment in front of him.


    The nervous nerves sensitively catch every sound in the corridor, and all the sounds in the ear seem to be amplified infinitely -


    it seems that it is the sound of water drops.


    Tick, tick, tick.


    It drops evenly and rhythmically on the hard surface, knocking out a shallow vibration, passing through the dead corridor and clearly passing into his eardrum.


    Tick, tick, tick.


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 Chapter 101

    Tick, tick, tick.


    The soft sound of water sounded in a repressed silence, the end of the corridor blurred in a deep darkness, giving people a silent pressure.


    Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then followed the sound of the water toward the deep corridor.


    The long corridor is quiet and dim. The light on the top of the head gives out a weak Zizi sound. The cold white light sprinkles on the floor dimly, reflecting a slight light.


    The deep corridor is like a dark hole, with an empty mouth wide open. The sound of water dripping from the inside is faintly heard.


    Tick, tick, tick.


    Mo Yi deliberately relaxed his pace and walked slowly towards the direction of the sound. There was a dead silence in the long corridor. He could only hear his breath and the monotonous click.


    With Mo Yi''s approach, the sound became clear. The low echo echoed in the narrow and narrow wall. It was almost impossible to distinguish where it came from.


    The more forward you go, the dimmer the lights are.


    There was a faint smell of familiar blood in the air.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath. The cold and dry air slid down his respiratory tract into his chest. His mind became clear again.


    "Click," he pulled out his flashlight from the side of his pocket.


    The light column of the flashlight then lights up instantly, illuminating the scene in front of you.


    There were little drops of blood on the ground, winding from their feet to the dark corridor, flashing a strange light under the light.


    Mo Yi squatted down, stretched out his finger and gently wiped on one of the drops of blood.


    Wet, cold, sticky, but still liquid touch instantly touched the belly of the finger.


    He raised his finger and looked at it carefully in the light of the flashlight. There was a dazzling blood red on his pale fingertips - still fresh.


    Mo Yi stood up and pressed his wrist. The light of the flashlight followed the dripping blood on the ground and stretched out toward the corridor.


    The smell of blood on the nose is more intense.


    The shape of the blood on the ground has also changed from a dot like dripping trace to a large piece of blood, which is scattered on the ground in disorder, and is trampled by countless footprints. It looks shocking.


    The click of the ear became louder and louder, as if it were emanating from the surrounding walls, and it was like a curse that haunted people''s ears.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and stood on the ground in front of him.


    The bloodstains here look more old. Most of the blood pools have dried up and are deeply and shallowly printed on the ground and on the walls around the body.


    The door of the ward nearest to the bloodstain is open.


    On the half closed door, there are splashing dry blood traces, leaving dark red piercing marks on the pale door panel. Inside the door is a deep darkness, and only the blood spilled under the door panel can be seen.


    Mo Yi side over the body, with the flashlight in his hand to the open door.


    Even if he had been prepared, he was still surprised.


    I saw that the ward was empty, only a half overturned bed, the ground was in a state of chaos, as if it had experienced a war.


    The most striking one is the deep pattern painted with blood on the wall -


    it is a huge butterfly, with half solidified dark red blood winding on the wall, with twisted lines crisscross, forming a strange and strange picture.


    Its body is bloated and ugly, and its wings are like eternal giant stripes, like empty eyes, which makes people feel cold at the back.


    Mo Yi subconsciously took a few steps inward. The sticky blood on the ground made a slight sound under his feet. The slight sound made by pressing the residual blood on the ground with the sole of his shoe was particularly clear in the silence.


    At this moment, it seemed that he had stepped on something hard.


    Mo Yi stopped and flashed at his feet with a flashlight. He saw a metal key lying in the pool of blood. It looked very old, shining in the light of the flashlight.


    He bent down and picked up the key from the pool of blood on the ground. Inevitably, his fingers and palms were stained with blood on the ground, mottled on his pale skin, which looked rather frightening.


    The key was made of brass. One side of the key was dyed dark red because it was soaked in blood, while the other side was the original color, shining yellow in the light.


    Mo Yi looked over and over, but he didn''t find anything special, nor did he find any reliable clues that could reveal the use of the key.


    But it looks like a pretty important prop.


    However, according to the habits of the game, how could he find the important props in such a conspicuous place?


    Unless


    Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes. His long eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his pale face and covered his eyes with thoughtfulness.He had some speculation in his mind.


    Subconsciously, the finger rubbed the smooth surface of the key twice, then turned it slightly and tucked it into his pocket.


    Mo Yi used a flashlight to wander around the room. After confirming that he did not miss any other clues, he turned his hand and walked out of the room and continued to walk in the direction of the sound of water.


    The sound of the water kept ringing in the open corridor, as if it was some cold whispering, one sound, no stop, rhythmic percussion, people can not help but be a little upset.


    Mo Yi''s palm slightly tightens as he holds the flashlight. His cold fingertips touch his other hand. His manicured nails scratch the skin, causing slight pain.


    His breathing was gentle, his pace cautious and silent, and he walked forward under the light of a flashlight.


    The sound of water drops gradually louder.


    Mo Yi came to the second fork in the corridor, and there were two roads ahead.


    The blood gradually became thick at the foot and extended into the corridor on the right, leaving uneven traces on the ground. There were even several incomplete blood footprints on the ground, which were quite dazzling in the dark light of the flashlight.


    The corridor on the left was a dead darkness, no light, no sound, only a suffocating silence.


    Mo Yi frowned. He stood at the fork in the road and thought for a while.


    Then he held his breath and listened to the darkness - the constant tick coming from the corridor on the right.


    He walked towards the direction of the sound, and the flashlight in his hand swept away into the darkness of the corridor, dispelling some deep and strong shadows inside, and illuminating one of the fuzzy outlines -


    Mo Yi was surprised and subconsciously tightened his body.


    The dim shadow moved slightly in the dark, revealing a familiar outline in the flashlight light.


    Mo Yi''s pupil is slightly constricted, take a breath of cool air.


    -- Jiang yuanrou?!


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 Chapter 102

    Mo Yi''s breath is slightly suffocating. He subconsciously steps forward, and the light of the flashlight in his hand slightly shakes with his movement, illuminating the outline of the blurred figure in front of him.


    Jiang yuanrou seems to be aware of the light nearby. She moves her body and faces Mo Yi.


    Her lips were pale and curly under the light, and her hair was curled and curled.


    She looked very embarrassed, but at least she was alive.


    Jiang yuanrou looks at Mo Yi in a daze and squints her out of focus eyes in the light of his flashlight. It seems that he has not recovered.


    Her eyes fell on Mo Yi, who was standing at the other end of the corridor. Her light brown pupils focused slowly, her face was slightly stunned, and she whispered in a disbelief voice:


    " Mo Yi? "


    Her voice was hoarse as if it had been roasted by fire. It sounded like a nail scraping through glass.


    As soon as Jiang yuanrou vomited these two words, a burst of heartrending cough broke out in her throat. A trace of bright blood spilled over her lips, which was particularly harsh on her pale face.


    Mo Yi steps forward, thrusts the flashlight in his hand into the side pocket of his backpack, and then uses his free hand to hold Jiang yuanrou, who is bent down.


    The palm of his hand touched a piece of cold and sticky. Mo Yi looked at it slightly and saw that his palm had been stained with a layer of blood. In the dim light, it looked like black tar adhered to the palm.


    He pressed his heart and asked in a low voice:


    " Are you ok? "


    Jiang yuanrou''s petite body felt cold, and her hoarse voice replied: "I''m sorry Not bad. "


    She seemed to suddenly think of something. She stretched out her hand hard and grasped Mo Yi''s arm. Her slender fingers fell deeply into Mo Yi''s skin, bringing hot pain.


    Jiang yuanrou suddenly raised her head. Her pale brown eyes were half frightened and half nervous. She said with an angry voice:


    "key!"


    Mo Yi was stunned and thought of the old brass key which he found in the room just now.


    Jiang yuanrou''s pale face was stained with a trace of abnormal redness. Her light brown eyes looked at Mo Yi in some confusion, and her strength deepened slightly. She said with difficulty:


    "there is a key to this floor. I lost it in the confusion just now. It is the key to this floor!"


    Her breath became short. Her slender palm let go of Mo Yi''s painful arm and pressed against the mottled cold wall. Then she struggled to get up:


    "I I have to go back and find it... "


    The strong smell of blood permeates Mo Yi''s nose. Jiang yuanrou''s slender palm leaves a dazzling blood fingerprint on the wall, and the wisps of blood slowly slide down the place she touches.


    She walked heavily, as if tottering forward by will alone.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes, slowly took back the hands he wanted to help, and then stepped back a little, half of his body blurred in the shadow of the corner of the corridor.


    There was no expression on his pale face, and his dark eyes were cold and calm.


    Jiang yuanrou seemed to realize something was wrong. She turned her head and looked at him with difficulty. She asked in doubt:


    "what''s the matter?"


    Before Mo Yi made any response, he just heard a familiar voice behind him: "get out of the way!"


    The sound?


    Mo Yi''s eyes slightly widened, subconsciously opened his body, saw a chair with the momentum of Wan Jun across his side, and then fiercely hit Jiang yuanrou - and then, through her.


    Just hearing the loud noise of "touching", the chair violently broke away on the wall. Jiang yuanrou''s pale face slowly showed a bitter smile, and then slowly turned into dark red dirty blood, which slid down the wall like ice and snow melting, and accumulated a deep pool of blood on the ground.


    The light in the corridor was dim and gloomy, and it was depressing. The flashlight in Mo Yi''s hand lit a light, reflecting a small spot of light on the pool of blood.


    His eyes stopped at that place and then turned to look behind him.


    Jiang yuanrou was standing at the other end of the corridor, and the darkness in the corridor cast a vague shadow on her face.


    She gasped a little, her hands against the wall, as if all her strength had been exhausted.


    Seeing Mo Yi, Jiang yuanrou steps forward. Her pale face is exposed to the dim lights in the corridor. Her messy hair and abdomen are slowly tinged with blood, which is almost the same as the "Jiang yuanrou" just now.


    She looked as though she was holding her breath, but her eyes were alert and sharp.


    Jiang yuanrou covered her bleeding abdomen, walked forward slowly, and then cautiously stopped a few steps away from Mo Yi.She looked at the dirty blood with some fear, then took a deep breath and said to Mo Yi hoarsely:


    "I need to know whether you are real or not."


    Mo Yi''s eyes lingered on her for a moment, and then he began to ask How can it be confirmed? "


    At the same time, Jiang yuanrou locked Mo Yi''s figure with her eyes, bent over slowly, put a sharp piece of wood on the ground, and then slid it over:


    "-- wound."


    Mo Yi took a deep look at her, bent down to pick up the wood chips on the ground and made a stroke on his palm.


    The bright blood beads slowly oozed from the place where the wood chips were cut, and flowed into the cuff along his pale and thin wrist.


    The strangeness in Jiang yuanrou''s eyes disappeared a little. She took a low breath, and then took out a piece of wood and cut her wrist.


    Blood gushed from the wound.


    Jiang yuanrou leans most of her body against the wall. Her face is pale with excessive blood loss. She takes half of the gauze from her pocket and simply wraps up her wound.


    When she raised her head again, she looked much calmer, and then she opened her mouth a little weakly and explained:


    "the avatar it conjures up on this floor is just a projection of human beings, so it can''t be hurt."


    Mo Yi nodded and suddenly seemed to think of something. He asked:


    "the key you were talking about just now..."


    Jiang yuanrou looks a little gloomy. She holds the wall and stands upright. Then she walks to the outside of the corridor and says:


    "that key is the key to leave the building. You should find it, or she won''t cheat you like this."


    Her eyes fell on Mo Yi: "you don''t need to give it to me now. It''s the same for you and me."


    Jiang yuanrou''s face was more pale. She said to Mo Yi, "follow me."


    After that, she walked to the corridor where the lights were on, and at the end of the corridor was the elevator that Mo Yi had just left.


    Mo Yi followed her step.


    Jiang Yuan, with deep eyebrows and deep eyes, said as he walked, "I have lived on this floor for so long, and it''s not that I haven''t found any clues. I already know the way to leave this building..."


    Her voice stopped suddenly.


    The footsteps behind him stopped for some time.


    Jiang yuanrou turned her head and saw Mo Yi standing at the door where he had just found the key, gazing thoughtfully at the dark ward.


    As if noticing Jiang yuanrou''s eyes, Mo Yi turned to her and said:


    "do you know how I knew she wasn''t Jiang yuanrou just now


    Jiang yuanrou is stunned. Obviously, he didn''t expect that Mo Yi would bring up this irrelevant topic at this crucial point.


    "Because it''s too clumsy."


    Mo Yi lowered his eyelids and his eyes were heavy: "not only did he not doubt whether I was a teammate, but also revealed his intention as soon as he met. It was really not level."


    He raised his eyes, deep in his eyes, like the calm surface of the dark lake, and quietly watched Jiang yuanrou''s pale face:


    "relatively speaking, you are more sincere."


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 Chapter 103

    In the deep and narrow corridor, there is no window on the mottled old wall from beginning to end. The heavy depression spreads with the thick darkness, which makes people suffocate.


    The light above gave off a faint light, but it could not disperse the darkness in the corridor. There was a strong shadow between the corners of the wall, as if something dangerous was surging in the dark.


    Jiang yuanrou''s face is pale and her light brown eyes are staring at Mo Yi in the dark:


    "what are you talking about? I don''t understand. "


    Mo Yi is standing a few steps away. The outline of his body is blurred by the darkness. At his feet is a dark bloodstain extending into the room.


    His cold voice sounded not far away, the tone was stable and did not fluctuate:


    "break through the poor phantom, gain the trust of the player, verify the authenticity of the player while verifying the authenticity of the player through the wound. Even if he knows that the key is in my hand, he will not ask me for it..."


    Mo Yi pauses for a moment, and then opens his mouth again. There is a little praise in his voice:


    "it''s really a superb means."


    Jiang yuanrou frowned, looked at Mo Yi, hesitated for a few seconds, and slowly took a step forward:


    "and so on Do you think I''m fake


    The more pale her complexion was, the more frustrated she said, "how else do you need me to prove it? Do you want to make another cut? "


    After that, Jiang yuanrou took out the sharp piece of wood from her pocket and handed it to Mo Yi:


    "or would you like to come in person?"


    Mo Yi didn''t go forward to take the wood chip, but stood still and said quietly:


    "do you know that from just now on, all the clues come from your mouth, including the identification method of true and false."


    The expression on Jiang yuanrou''s face slowly disappeared, just like the ripples on the lake. She stood still, her light brown eyes fixed on Mo Yi, as if her eyes could be turned into substance and penetrated into his flesh and bones.


    Mo Yi turned his head, and his eyes fell on the room beside him. In the darkness, he could see the deep and shallow outline of the dark blood, which extended into the deeper shadow like a living creature. Even if he did not need a flashlight to shine inward, he could also outline the ugly and bloated Butterfly lying on the wall in his mind.


    As soon as he touched his eyes, he looked again at Jiang yuanrou, who was not far away. Suddenly he said:


    "you say you know the way to leave this building..."


    Mo Yi gently rubbed his injured wrist with his fingertip, lowered his eyes slightly, and slowly continued to say:


    "however, from the beginning, the player''s task is to survive, not to leave the building."


    The atmosphere here is too oppressive and terrifying, which makes people from the bottom of their hearts not to wait for more. If the players with low vigilance are changed into players with low vigilance, they may be confused by the dexterity in the other party''s words, and unconsciously mistake their purpose as "leaving the building".


    What''s more, "to go is to stay.".


    If he really followed Jiang yuanrou to leave the building, he was afraid that he would stay here forever.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes, his dark eyes staring at "Jiang yuanrou", standing in front of him not far away, and said slowly:


    "moreover, I have never heard the sound of water drops since just now."


    The sound in the background is extremely quiet, which almost makes people think that they have arrived in another world.


    There was a dead silence in the corridor.


    There was no tick.


    To be exact, since the first fake Jiang yuanrou started, the sound of water drops in the corridor has disappeared without trace, as if it had never appeared before, and turned into a grave like silence.


    as soon as his voice fell, he saw a strange smile on Jiang yuanrou''s pale face standing in front of him, and his pale and deformed lips were pulled to the root of his ear It''s weird and scary.


    Her face melted into a pool of dirty blood, and then slowly turned into a pool of dark red blood.


    Just listening to the sound of "Dang", the sharp piece of wood slipped into the pool of blood, and some sticky blood was splashed up and stained on the gray wall root.


    When Mo Yi closed his eyes and opened them again, the scene in front of him was completely different.


    He is now standing at the fork in the road where he saw Jiang yuanrou for the first time, instead of the door of the room where he followed the second Jiang yuanrou.


    In front of me is a dark and dim corridor, only the flashlight in my hand is still flashing bright light, leaving a slightly shaking spot on the wall in front of me.


    The sound of ticking and ticking persistently rings in the background.


    Mo Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, and his back slowly felt a tingling sensation of shivering. It seemed that the pain caused by excessive muscle strength finally climbed up along the nerve, faintly painful.


    Sure enough, he was in a corner into a fantasy, the two Jiang yuanrou do not exist, there are dragging dry blood and footprints on the ground, but there is no broken chair and dirty black sticky blood pool.¡ª¡ªIn such a long time, he has not actually left this place.


    Mo Yi moved his stiff wrist a little. The spot of the flashlight on the wall swayed with his action, illuminating the wall opposite to his eyes.


    His eyes slightly congealed, and then the range of action became larger, the torch light column in front of the wall slowly moving.


    The dark and mottled wall opposite me was covered with dark red blood, which formed a strange and strange picture on the white wall illuminated by the light. An ugly and huge butterfly was lying on the wall with twisted eyes on its wings staring at him empty. The dark red viscous blood flowed slowly down the wall.


    as like as two peas in the three floor.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked thoughtfully at the pattern in front of him. His fingers subconsciously rubbed the flashlight which was stained with body temperature in his palm.


    He saw the pattern now.


    Each of the hallucinations he sees in this copy is trying to lead him somewhere And when he cracked the illusion, there would be such a butterfly in front of him.


    Except.


    The butterfly in the room where he woke up and the butterfly in the room where the brass key had been dropped.


    He was pushed to the electric chair just now on the third floor after the hallucination was solved - it was real, not illusory.


    Mo Yi slowly let out a breath, deeply felt that he was looking for too few clues.


    Compared with several copies he has experienced before, the clues of this copy are almost deficient, but contrary to the lack of clues, it is extremely dangerous.


    And There are too many variables in this replica.


    Not only has there been a group of players who have not passed the customs clearance, but also Up to now, he still hasn''t met any teammates. It''s hard to find Jiang yuanrou, but it''s even more difficult to find Jiang Yuanbai who is trapped.


    Mo Yi finally took a deep look at the butterfly painted with blood on the wall. The dim light of the flashlight reflected in his dark eyes, just like two spots in the dark.


    The sound of the water trickled through the dark space and passed into his ears. Little by little, the tiny echo rippled in the narrow space, almost consistent with the rhythm of Mo Yi''s heartbeat.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, tightly grasped the flashlight finger, and slowly walked toward the deep corridor.


    The more forward you go, the more dim the light will be. In the end, there is no light at all. You can only rely on the flashlight in Mo Yi''s hand.


    The corridor was as cold as an ice cellar. The gloomy cold air invaded the texture, and Mo Yi''s exposed skin soon lost a trace of temperature and was completely white with cold.


    He continued to walk deep into the corridor, as usual, with a discreet and light step, without uttering a single sound.


    The walls on both sides of the corridor peeled off slightly, revealing the dark brick walls below. Unlike the corridor just now, there are no windows and no rooms.


    Only two high walls, like a deep tunnel, extend to the deep darkness.


    The overhead lamp no longer lights up, in front of us is an unknown darkness.


    The blood on the ground became more and more, mottled and disorderly printed on the dirty floor. The broken blood footprints stepped on the center of a piece of dried blood, and several incomplete blood fingerprints were also distributed on the walls on both sides. They were pulled and dragged into signs of despair on the peeling wall.


    Mo Yi tentatively reached out and touched it. The sticky feeling was like the sticky skin of some cold-blooded animal, which made it uncomfortable to exude from the pores.


    Although it has been a little dry, but according to the color, it should still be fresh.


    The air was filled with the familiar smell of rust, the cold blood was lingering in his nose, and the sound of water drops resounded in his ears -


    tick, tick.


    Under the flashlight light, the shadow of the front corridor seems to be deeply embedded. The darker darkness is almost impenetrable.


    Mo Yi moves forward a few steps, this just sees clearly - that is a room.


    And It''s probably the only room in the corridor.


    Mo Yi''s expression slightly vibrated, and walked forward quickly. He listened carefully for a while.


    It seems that the continuous sound of water comes from this room, and clearly enters Mo Yi''s ears through the door panel.


    He approached the door, put his face close to the small window framed by the iron bars on the door panel, and narrowed his eyes and looked in.


    It was pitch black, and the darkness was so deep that it was impossible to peep into the room.


    He tried to push the door - it seemed to be stuck.


    Mo Yi did not dare to act rashly. He carefully lowered his breath and then gently turned off the flashlight in his hand.


    The whole man fell back into darkness.And the darkness sharpened his five senses -


    he heard There seemed to be something else inside besides the ticking sound of the water.


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 Chapter 104

    Tick, tick, tick.


    The sound of water passes through the thin door panel, enters into the ear regularly and slowly, and evokes weak echo in the dark.


    Tick, tick, tick.


    In the clear sound of falling water drops, Mo Yi seems to hear something mixed in it


    Fine, light, mixed in the rhythmic sound of water drops.


    Mo Yi held his breath and slowly approached for a few minutes. His ear was close to the cold and hard door panel. The near tingling cold penetrated into the contact skin, bringing a slight shiver.


    With his movements, the voice seemed to be clearer.


    That seems to be


    Crying.


    The faint cry sounded in the dark, which was almost condensed into a solid. It echoed in the air like a thin silk thread. It slowly penetrated into the ears and climbed up the spine.


    Mo Yi''s heart leaps cold, the skin exposed to the outside instantly a layer of goose bumps, the back is soaked in cold sweat.


    Tick, tick, tick.


    The strange and gentle cry mingled with the sound of water drops, echoed in the dark narrow corridor like a cold whisper.


    I don''t know if it''s Mo Yi''s illusion He always felt that the cry seemed to be approaching slowly.


    Then - slowly it becomes clear.


    Mo Yi can''t help but be surprised because of the idea in his heart, subconsciously back a few steps, away from the tightly closed door.


    He stood in the dark, suppressing the gasp between his throat. The cold sweat behind him glued his thin clothes to his body, and was aroused a deeper chill in the gloomy and cold corridor. His eyes were fixed on the door plank in the dark.


    The faint cry through the door, through the wall, like a small needle into the eardrum in general, people can not ignore.


    Mo Yi''s scalp exploded.


    It''s not his illusion!


    The cry that needed to be heard just now became clear. Even if he pushed it so far away, he could still hear


    He looked up at the corridor in front of him, his brain spinning rapidly and thinking.


    Now it''s too far away from the only room that can be hidden, and the front is too dark. If you turn on the flashlight, it is the exposed position, which is no different from suicide.


    There is a dilemma.


    It''s just a bet.


    Mo Yi''s breath is slightly short. He tightens his stiff fingers and swallows a mouthful of saliva subconsciously. His dry throat is like swallowing a blade, which is burning and painful.


    Then, stooping, he walked quickly and quietly into the corridor.


    Mo Yi propped up the wall with his palm and carefully groped his way forward in the dark. He tried several times at his feet before he dared to settle down. He was afraid that he would step on something and make a sound of exposing himself.


    Fortunately, the corridor on the second floor is not as cluttered with clutter as it is on the third floor. On the contrary, it is clean and almost empty. Mo Yi doesn''t encounter any obstacles along the way, so he walks smoothly.


    The cry behind him became clearer.


    Thin choking sound into the eardrum, almost over the sound of the water, only the sound of crying echoed in the dark empty corridor.


    Just then, Mo Yi heard the rusty metal sound of the door handle twisting behind him.


    The sound of creaking and cheering sounded, which was very clear in the silence of depressing darkness.


    Mo Yi''s breathing is disordered. His heart almost goes up to his throat. A feeling of weightlessness walking on the edge of a cliff suddenly strikes him, making him almost suffocated.


    The palm of his hand suddenly felt empty.


    Mo Yi''s eyes lit up slightly, and a bright light lit up in the dark pupil - wonderful!


    Sure enough, a whole corridor can''t have only one room!


    He pressed his fingers tightly against the hard, cold corner of the wall in the dark, then quickened his pace and walked inward.


    Then, behind him came the sound of the door handle being turned open, and the sound of the door panel being opened on the ground.


    ¡­¡­ The door was pushed open.


    Mo Yi dodged and hid behind the wall.


    The sound of weeping slowly swam in the air like a snake. It was like a wet and greasy water flowing through people''s pores, and then was clearly transmitted to Mo Yi''s ears.


    There was a layer of goose bumps behind him.


    Along with the cry, the sound of footsteps sounded slowly, step by step in the corridor, as if stepping on Mo Yi''s heart.


    At the same time, there seems to be a thin friction sound, which sounds like the cloth is being dragged on the ground.


    Mo Yi''s back tightly sticks to the cold wall behind him and frowns slightly. He stares thoughtfully at a corner in the dark, and his eyes are slightly out of focus.


    Just now, when he was on the third floor, he also heard the sound of footsteps and friction with metal.


    Is there any connection in this?As soon as the sobbing sound approached, it seemed that it was coming out directly in his ears. Mo Yi could not help but stop his wishful thinking. He tightened his muscles all over his body and held his breath subconsciously.


    Ticking, ticking, the sound seemed to come from a distant place.


    Ear is accompanied by the sound of footsteps gradually approaching the cry, thin around the ear, in the silent corridor issued a gentle echo.


    Mo Yi''s fingers tightened unconsciously. From the injured thumb, a cold and numb pain came from his injured thumb, which ran up the nerve and held his throat.


    Pain sharpened his senses.


    So is darkness.


    The sound of weeping and footsteps passed through the room where he was hiding, and then walked slowly into the corridor.


    It seems to turn a corner, the sound slowly becomes smaller, and then gradually away.


    The sound of weeping became weak again, just like a gossamer, which was slowly pulled away from the distance -


    the sound of water drops in the background became the main audio track again. It sounded rhythmically and unremittingly in the dark, and dropped slowly drop by drop. In Mo Yi''s ears, it became particularly intimate.


    He slowly let out a breath, and the oppressed sense of suffocation left, as if the stone pressed on his chest was suddenly moved away.


    But Mo Yi didn''t dare to take it lightly.


    If the footstep sound of this floor is similar to that of the previous floor, it will come back sooner or later. The time is very tight now, and every minute and second can''t be wasted.


    He listened attentively for a moment in the dark. After confirming that the voice was far away, he groped out in the dark.


    Mo Yi raised his head, and the light at the other end of the corridor flickered faintly. Although he could not light the road in front of him, it was always a psychological comfort.


    He crept up to the door which he had not opened just now.


    The door was now open, and there was a narrow crack in the dark. The regular tick came from the crack and sounded clearly in the dark.


    Mo Yi carefully pushed the door open with his fingers, a gap for one person to pass through.


    The rusty sound of "Zhiya" door shaft rings out in the silence, which is particularly loud in Mo Yi''s ears.


    His breath was stagnant, his movements were stiff, and his nerves were tense to the extreme -


    Mo Yi listened for a while in the dark, making sure that his voice did not disturb anything else. After that, he leaned over and stepped in through the open door.


    The smell of blood became more intense, and the sweet smell of rust slid down the nose into the lungs, accompanied by a slight pain in the cold air.


    This room is very large.


    At the end of the room there was a small light, which gave off a faint light of little use.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes. His sight was adapted to the darkness and could distinguish the vague outline of things in the room.


    This is supposed to be a room for the mentally ill. The whole room is lined up with two rows of dirty old bathtubs, extending from one end of the room to the other.


    Tick, tick, tick.


    The sound of water sounded in the dark.


    Mo Yi tentatively takes a step forward, moves suddenly, and his eyes slowly fall into a bathtub at the other end of the room.


    In the deep, rich darkness, there was a vague, undulating shadow.


    Mo Yi''s heart was pounding.


    The bathtub It doesn''t seem to be empty.


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 Chapter 105

    The dark, flickering light at the end of the room.


    Tick, tick, tick.


    The sound of water droplets reflected back from the wall, reverberating in the open and cold room, as clear as if surrounded from all around.


    Row after row of bathtubs in the room can only see the vague and overlapping outline in the dark, which is deeply hidden in the shadow of the light. It is only possible to see its dim edge, flashing a weak light in the dark.


    The depressing sound of water dripped regularly in the room.


    Don''t stand in the door of the room, tall and thin figure as if the silhouette of ink, and the whole dark room integrated.


    His eyes were fixed on the end of the room, where the shadow of a bathtub rose and fell indistinctly, looking It''s like a human.


    The corridor in the distance was a dead silence, No footsteps, no crying, no friction.


    After listening for a while, Mo Yi starts to walk slowly towards the deep of the room.


    His feet stepped on the cold and humid ground, and made a slight sound of water in the silence. The cold and cold air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which became thicker and denser with his approach, which seemed strange and depressing.


    The fuzzy shape in the bathtub gradually became clear.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, calmed his heart, and then slowly approached the past.


    The light flickered faintly in the dark, illuminating the edge of the bathtub. Mo Yi could see the mottled dark brown under the peeling porcelain clothes of the bathtub, like deep scars on the broken and incomplete surface of the bathtub.


    Mo Yi''s eyes move upward. He sees the half dry blood on the white surface of the bathtub. The blood finger marks are smeared on the edge of the bathtub. The sharp color contrast is dazzling and frightening in the dark.


    Then he saw a pale hand on the edge of the bathtub in the dark.


    The fingers drooped feebly. It looked like a dying butterfly. It stopped quietly on the pale porcelain surface. The dark red blood left deep traces on the skin. It meandered down along the drooping fingers and hung on the fingertips.


    Tick, tick, tick.


    A dark red pool of blood had gathered on the ground, but the blood did not drip down, still dangerously hanging on the fingertips.


    The sound doesn''t come from here.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows slowly frown a deep line, eyes from the ground in the pool of blood away.


    The sound of water drops was loud and clear in the dark, reverberating in the open room, as if every sound fell on the human heart, sending out rhythmic percussion sound.


    The hand was still, covered with blood, under the pale skin were dark blue veins, covered with light gray.


    A familiar watch hung loosely from a slender, bony wrist.


    Mo Yi frowned, walked forward slowly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the watch carefully -


    his eyes were slightly stunned.


    This watch He knows.


    Mo Yi takes out a flashlight, and his stiff fingers buckle on the protruding switch of the metal tube, exerting a slight downward force.


    The weak lamp post lights up in the dark, dispelling the shadow in front of him. Mo Yi moves his wrist and points his flashlight towards the middle of the bathtub.


    Pale beams of light illuminate the undulating contours of the mottled bathtub, revealing a human figure lying in it.


    Jiang yuanrou.


    She was lying in the bathtub in an awkward position. Her head was soft against the edge of the bathtub. Her long curly hair was scattered in disorder. The blood clotted into a lock, blocking her pale face.


    The bathtub is filled with half a vat of light red water. Through the water, you can see Jiang yuanrou''s clothes floating slowly in the blood stained water. Her petite body is half covered under the water, and the dark blood color slowly spreads from her abdomen.


    On the side of her neck, a rusty faucet protrudes from the wall and drips slowly into the bathtub.


    Tick, tick, tick.


    The round and full water drops fall rhythmically, such as the half full bathtub. The shallow ripples spread slowly along the dropping place, and the water drops splash on the water surface.


    One of her hands is hanging on one side of the bathtub, and the other hand is twisted to one side by a strap, and the whole person curls up in a twisted position.


    On her pale face, her dark brows and eyes closed, and she looked lifeless.


    Mo Yi frowned and walked forward a few steps. His fingers reached her neck. The skin under her finger abdomen was cold and greasy. There was almost no living temperature.


    But there are still slight ups and downs.


    She''s still alive.


    Mo Yi takes back his palm and stares at Jiang yuanrou, who is lying in the bathtub. Unconsciously, his fingers touch his cold palm slightly.This copy is really It''s terrible.


    It constantly creates illusions to confuse players. Although he has not been hit yet, he has to say


    This made him suspicious.


    Doubt about all the people around you, even where you are.


    Did he really break the game, or did he fall into another more real illusion?


    Mo Yi''s back slowly rises a chill. The dangerous thought that he had been forced to suppress once again appears, and climbs up his back with a creepy shudder.


    This copy is gradually eroding his sense of reality.


    Mo Yi even felt


    This madhouse is slowly turning him into a madman.


    Lose the sense of reality, do not know whether you are in the illusion or reality - it is the characteristics of mental patients.


    This copy does not rely on monsters or even chase wars to accomplish this purpose. To be exact, it is itself a weapon.


    Mo Yi''s back is cold. Just after touching Jiang yuanrou''s cold neck, there is a sense of coolness rising from the belly of his fingers. The sticky feeling spreads up slowly along his fingers, which makes his hair tight.


    In the open room, the dark is thick and the sound of the water is depressing, which gives people a kind of invisible psychological pressure.


    Mo Yi closed his eyes and emptied his confused mind. Then he lifted his eyes again and looked at Jiang yuanrou, who was weak in the bathtub.


    His face is pale and calm, his eyes are dark and heavy, his long eyelashes are slightly drooping, and the small spot of flashlight is reflected on the dark iris.


    It is better for soldiers to cover up the water and the earth than to think wildly now.


    Plus Now time is not enough, and I don''t know when the cry will come back.


    Mo Yi stepped forward and patted Jiang yuanrou on the cheek. The skin under the palm was cold and stiff. If it wasn''t for her weak breath, Mo Yi would almost think that he was shooting a corpse.


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyelashes moved slightly.


    Mo Yi bent down and untied the strap tightly bound to Jiang yuanrou''s wrist with his fingers. Although the iron clasps on it were tightly fastened together because of rust, it was not as impregnable as the belt that helped him wrist when he was in the negative third floor.


    After a few minutes of hard work, he only heard a slight "click" sound, and the belt buckle that tied Jiang yuanrou''s wrist loosened.


    Her arm fell weakly, and the hard bone protruding from her elbow hit the edge of the bathtub. Her upper arm fell into the water of the bathtub, making a clear clapping sound in silence.


    Mo Yi couldn''t dodge and was splashed with cold drops of blood.


    His heart was a little tight - the sound he had just made was not small, especially in such a quiet room, even the smallest sound would be amplified to the extreme.


    This made Mo Yi uneasy.


    Just when he was distracted, he only heard a slight groan in the bathtub. Accompanied by the sound of water, Mo Yi could not help but be a little stunned. He looked down at Jiang yuanrou in the bathtub.


    Her eyebrows wrinkled tightly, her trembling eyelashes moved slightly twice, and then slowly opened her eyes.


    Under the pale eyelids are a pair of out of focus light brown eyes, silently looking at a point in the dark, after a long time to focus.


    Jiang yuanrou blinked her eyes and seemed to be aware of her situation. Her muscles tensed up in an instant, and her light brown eyes became sharp and alert.


    then, her movements seemed to touch the wound on her abdomen. Jiang yuanrou''s face was suddenly pale, and large beads of sweat slid down her forehead, and her lips pressed tightly to close her throat I gasped and swallowed.


    The sound of water rippling in the bathtub and the sound of ticking water sound in the dark, reverberating in the empty room.


    Mo Yi quickly reached out and pressed Jiang yuanrou''s arm on the edge of the bathtub. When he felt the tense muscles under his hand, he put a little pressure on him. Then he approached Jiang yuanrou''s ear and said in a voice:


    "don''t move, it''s me."


    Jiang yuanrou''s movements were slightly stiff and did not move any more.


    The sound of water rippling in the bathtub slowly disappeared, and finally only the sound of evenly dripping water was left -


    Jiang yuanrou sat quietly in the dark, lowered his voice, and tentatively asked:


    " Mo Yi? "


    Her familiar voice, similar content, and the same tone as before made Mo Yi recall the bad memories.


    His heart leaped, pressing the palm of Jiang yuanrou''s arm subconsciously tightened slightly.


    The slender arm in the hand is cold as a corpse, and the sticky touch is transmitted along the skin of the two people.


    In the dark came Jiang yuanrou''s low pumping sound.


    Mo Yi then sobered up from his repressed mood and relaxed the strength of his palm.


    He took a deep breath and gave a low "um" sound. Quan took it as an answer to Jiang yuanrou''s question just now.Not waiting for Mo Yi to do anything more, just listen to the distant corridor in the dark - slowly, from near to far, sounded a gentle sob.


    The sound of unknown footsteps and cloth friction, like the nightmare of midnight, sounded again in the distance.


    Then through the dead and empty corridor, it was clearly sent to Mo Yi''s ears.


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 Chapter 106

    Mo Yi''s breath was stagnant, and his heart missed a beat.


    The sound of footsteps in the corridor appears vague and distant in the dark, and the thin whimper is introduced into the eardrum, which makes people feel creepy.


    Under the palm of the hand, Jiang yuanrou''s icy skin suddenly tightened, and her breath voice changed.


    Mo Yi had no time to think about it. He put his flashlight in his pocket, then held Jiang yuanrou''s arm with his spare hands and lifted her from the cold bathtub.


    Jiang yuanrou''s throat overflows with a trace of painful breathing.


    Mo Yi lowered his voice and asked, "can you still go?"


    The unsteady sound of water reverberates in a dark room, and the drip sound is still ringing continuously. The sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door seems to amplify in my ears.


    Jiang yuanrou nods at random, then reaches out and presses Mo Yi''s arm. The relay lifts her body out of the bathtub and steps out.


    She had been in the cold water of the bathtub for too long, cold and wet and shivering unconsciously.


    Mo Yi can even hear Jiang yuanrou''s teeth shaking and colliding.


    Her legs and feet became stiff and numb due to the blockage of blood circulation. At the moment she stepped out of the bathtub, she could not help but feel a soft knee and almost knelt down.


    Mo Yi holds Jiang yuanrou''s elbow with quick eyes and hands, and the pressure of the other party''s weight instantly transfers to his injured palm.


    Mo Yi can''t help but take a breath. His expression on his face is distorted in the dark. Under the impact of Jiang yuanrou''s weight, most of his arms are numb, and the pain on his thumb joint seems slight.


    More than once, he suffered from his weakness.


    Mo Yiqiang resisted the pain in his arm, lifted Jiang yuanrou up a little, then lowered his voice and asked:


    "can you still walk?"


    In the dark, he felt Jiang yuanrou''s long hair on his shoulder and neck moved slightly, as if nodding.


    The strong smell of blood dissipated around him. Mo Yi even imagined that he could hear the sticky sound of blood gushing out of his wound.


    He and Jiang yuanrou supported each other and walked forward. The light behind him was weak and dim, shining on the bathtub arranged in front of him, reflecting a pale cold light.


    Mo Yi didn''t dare to turn on the flashlight. The vague cry and footstep still lingered in the corridor outside. At the moment, turning on the flashlight was almost equivalent to exposing his position, so they had to grope forward in the dark.


    Jiang yuanrou deliberately lowered her breath, trembling and shortness of breath. She explained in a low voice:


    "the wound is a side effect, and it will disappear in about 20 minutes."


    Mo Yi knew it immediately.


    It''s no wonder that the two players who are tied to the equipment in the mental hospital are dead, but Jiang yuanrou can still be awakened.


    He breathed a sigh of relief - fortunately, he had not used the in-game props before, otherwise he would bear such a heavy injury, and he was not sure whether he could survive the rest of the copy.


    Jiang yuanrou obviously has better physical fitness. After leaving the cold bathtub, her body quickly regained its vitality. Although her legs and feet are still inconvenient, she doesn''t need to put her whole body weight on Mo Yi.


    They soon arrived at the door of the room.


    They stopped at the same time, leaned their bodies against the wall by the door, and listened attentively to the corridor.


    Mo Yi repressed his breathing to a point where it was almost hard to hear. His brain was spinning rapidly and he conceived a map of this layer.


    Just now, according to the sound of his voice, the "strange" should have come from the left side of the room.


    And this is the first time he''s heard it in this time.


    According to the shape of the corridor he passed along the way before, it can be seen that the corridor on this floor should be circular.


    So, different from the negative three floors The negative second floor is much bigger than he thought.


    The sound of the footstep gently knocked on the floor in the distance. The vibration of the sound passed through the dark corridor and passed into the eardrum. With a faint whimper, it slowly approached Mo Yi in this direction.


    Mo Yi held his breath and concentrated, estimating the distance between them in his heart.


    Now the other party should be in the corridor where he just got off the elevator. If you walk to the left, you will have a great chance to meet it face-to-face. Then right is the only choice.


    But now Mo Yi is hesitant, do they want to hide in the room where he hid just now?


    He turned his head and looked at Jiang yuanrou standing beside him. Her petite body was tightly attached to the wall behind her, and her body trembled slightly along the arms of the two people ---


    Jiang yuanrou is not in good condition now, Mo Yi is not sure whether her body can support her to walk so farAfter all, he had not been to the deep corridor on the right, and did not know what was hidden there.


    However -


    Mo Yi''s brows are tight, his pale lips are pursed into a tight line, and his dark eyes are full of thoughts.


    But The next room is too close to here.


    It gave him a very bad feeling.


    The footstep sound in the background slowly aggravates, the faltering whimper spreads in the open corridor, which makes people uneasy.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows jump - it''s not the time to be indecisive now. He has to make a choice immediately.


    He reached out and held Jiang yuanrou''s arm. His fingers exerted a slight force and left as soon as he touched it. He made a gesture under the weak light to indicate that Jiang yuanrou would follow him to the right.


    Without further delay, they went to the door one after the other.


    The atmosphere in the corridor was dull and tight, and the heavy and depressing atmosphere enveloped them. They were careful not to make any sound and crept forward in the dim darkness.


    Mo Yi subconsciously looked at his back.


    In the corridor not far from the fork in the corridor, a narrow area is illuminated by a faint light. The dim shadow forms the edge of the light, and they are standing at the deepening extension of the shadow.


    In the faint light, there is a shadow on the ground -


    it seems that it is a long hair head, slowly moving up with the sound of footsteps, approaching.


    Mo Yi''s heart is tight, and his steps subconsciously quicken. He takes back his eyes and stays in the dark chaos on one side of the corridor for a moment.


    That''s the room where he just hid.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, bit his teeth, drew back his eyes, and then reached out to hold Jiang yuanrou, who was a few steps behind him. They walked together into the dark corridor.


    The front is a silent darkness, quietly waiting to step in - the unknown is the most frightening, the space in front of which has not been set foot in is shrouded by numerous uncertain factors, which makes Mo Yi unable to help but have no bottom in his heart.


    Behind him are clear footfalls and whimpers, as well as the soft "rustling" sound of cloth rubbing against the ground.


    Even though Mo Yi''s eyes have long been used to the dark, the corridor without any light in front of him is still impenetrable by his eyesight. There is only a blur, which even makes Mo Yi have the illusion that he has not opened his eyes.


    Even so, he was still staring at the front, one hand holding Jiang yuanrou''s cold and shivering body due to blood loss, the other hand stroking the wall, and walked cautiously to the deep.


    After walking for a short time, Mo Yi''s palms tightly stuck to the wall touched the edges and corners.


    His eyes lit up - the corner.


    Mo Yi holds Jiang yuanrou''s hand slightly tight. They speed up their pace and then turn a corner.


    The eyes of the moment opened up.


    There was a faint light at the end of the corridor, broken tubes hanging in the air, tangled wires connected to the ceiling, dangling down the corridor, and the dim light swayed with it.


    The pale light can''t dispel the thick darkness in the corridor. It can only leave shaking shadows on the walls, bringing a faint sense of uneasiness.


    There are two rooms in this corridor, the doors are closed.


    Mo Yi pushed the door as he passed by. The two doors were locked and could not be pushed open.


    The sound of the footsteps behind them seemed not to be very clear soon after they turned the corner, which made Mo Yi relax a little.


    He and Jiang yuanrou walked to the end of the corridor and soon came to the broken lamp.


    The light tube hanging in the air makes a slight "buzzing" sound, and the shaking wire is stretched under heavy load. It is almost worrying whether it will fall suddenly without warning.


    As they turned the corner, they saw a more secluded and silent corridor. The walls on both sides trapped a narrow and narrow space, which made people unable to breathe freely.


    Mo Yi looked down and recalled:


    turning at the end of the road again should be able to walk to the corridor with "area B" written in blood.


    It seems that he is right. The corridor on this floor is indeed circular.


    Just then, there was a shrill scream from behind!


    The kind of almost inhuman sharp almost pierced the eardrum, as if it were tens of millions of steel needles penetrating the dead air in the corridor, and fiercely penetrated into people''s minds, which made Mo Yi''s whole body stiff.


    He subconsciously turned to look at Jiang yuanrou, found that she also looked over, the two exchanged a tacit look.


    The spoils of the other side have disappeared.


    Sobbing and footwork pierced the silence and darkness, and sped up the pace.


    Mo Yi''s heart is lifted up, as if it is tightly held in the palm of the hand by a huge hand, and then the blood in his heart cavity is pumped out.


    They quickened their pace!Just then, a ward appeared on one side of the corridor.


    Mo Yi subconsciously reached out his hand and pushed it. To his surprise, the door slid smoothly into the darkness and opened.


    The door of this ward is half open!


    They looked at each other quickly and walked in with each other''s arms. The door was closed behind them in silence.


    It was dark before my eyes.


    There was a strong smell of blood and filthy rot in the room, which made people suffocate and nauseous.


    The whole room was filled with an unsettling air of strangeness.


    Mo Yi listened to the outside for a while, then reached out his flashlight, felt for a while on the cold metal tube, and then carefully pressed the switch with the lowest brightness.


    With a slight "click" sound, the light of the flashlight lights up in the closed and oppressed room, illuminating the scene in front of him -


    Jiang yuanrou takes a breath of cool air, while Mo Yi frowns tightly.


    It was a corpse nailed to the wall, staring at the door with bloodshot and gray eyes. The incomplete face was twisted into a strange shape because of terror and pain. At the foot was a dry pool of blood, which almost covered the whole room.


    The upper part of the body is exposed with white bones, and the flesh and blood fragments cut by the knife are nailed on the wall behind, forming a pair of giant butterfly wings.


    It''s exactly the same death as the negative three layers.


    Mo Yi''s eyes fall on the remnants of the modern cloth on the opponent''s body, and his eyes stay on it for a moment, and his brows are tighter,


    - this is also a player.


    At this time, he seemed to think of something. He turned to Jiang yuanrou and asked, "this copy..."


    Jiang yuanrou seemed to see what he was going to ask. She shook her head calmly, and a wry smile came over her face:


    "I know what you want to know But it''s not. "


    Her voice sounded in the dead room:


    "-- this is not a copy of my last experience with Yuanbai 161


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 Chapter 107

    Mo Yi''s action is stopped, a pair of dark eyes are staring at Jiang yuanrou. Her pale face is more and more bloodless under the weak light of the flashlight. Her dark pupils stare at Jiang yuanrou''s face with a mistake, as if to see through her.


    Jiang yuanrou''s pale and bleeding face is gloomy. Her lips are tight and she looks very dignified.


    The narrow room filled with a strong smell of blood and putrefaction, fermented into a disturbing smell in the fuzzy dark.


    In reality, Jiang yuanrou didn''t talk to Mo Yiduo about his experience in his last copy.


    First, there is no precedent for the same person to enter the same copy twice. Secondly, players'' right to talk about the copy in real life is limited - you can talk to the player who has entered the copy with yourself, but if you want to tell the details of the copy with other players, you will be banned or even punished.


    Mo Yi speculates that the game mechanism is so strict with the circulation control of the information in the replica, which is probably due to the repeated use of the unsettled copies in the game, in order to prevent the communication of clues.


    Therefore, he did not ask Jiang yuanrou about the plot of his last copy.


    Mo Yi frowned tightly, and a deep line was carved between his brows. He turned his head and looked at the corpse nailed to the wall. He carefully observed its bloody and miserable appearance. Then he asked in doubt:


    "how can there be other players'' bodies here?"


    He thought he had entered the unpublished copy of Jiang yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai last time, so as to explain the pain of all the abnormal phenomena he encountered since entering the copy.


    After all, according to Jiang yuanrou, Jiang Yuanbai is trapped in the copy, and she has props that can send both sides together - although there is no effect to say otherwise.


    But now she denied the possibility herself!


    Mo Yi''s brow frowns tightly, and his face is stained with a trace of heaviness.


    Jiang yuanrou slowly shook her head and looked at the corpse along the light column of Mo Yi''s flashlight. Her light brown eyes were also full of doubts. She replied in a low voice:


    " I don''t know. "


    The atmosphere between the two suddenly sank down, and the thick bloody darkness surrounded them. If there was any substance, it would quietly close and pull their hearts straight into the abyss.


    Jiang yuanrou covered her still bleeding abdomen, slowly moved a few steps to the wall, and then put more than half of her weight against the wall behind her and breathed out a little.


    She took back her eyes from the miserable corpse and turned her eyes to Mo Yi:


    "when I first came in, I thought it was a new normal copy."


    Jiang yuanrou''s tone of voice in the word "normal" a few points.


    "But the longer I stay in this copy, the more I find something wrong..."


    Her eyelashes drooped, her slender fingers slowly tightened, and her knuckles turned slightly white with force:


    "more and more phenomena show that this copy is unusual I also want to make myself believe that this is because of the role of props, so it sent us to my unfinished copy, but... "


    Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath, trembling in her breath. She calmed her mind for a moment, and then she said:


    "but it''s useless to cheat myself again, because my last copy is really not a mental hospital."


    Mo Yi is still looking at the corpse in front of her at the moment. After hearing Jiang yuanrou''s words, she turns her head and looks at her:


    "what was the copy of your last experience?"


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyes sank slightly. She simply told her copy of her last experience, trying not to involve too many details.


    Mo Yi listened silently. The flashlight in his hand flashed faintly in the dark, shining on the viscera exposed by the corpse nailed on the wall, showing a kind of greasy and strange texture.


    The copy of Jiang yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai''s last experience is a semi open old house.


    Because they didn''t clear the branch task of that copy, they didn''t have a deep understanding of the plot hidden in that copy and couldn''t say anything useful.


    Mo Yi slightly lowered his eyes, and there was still a deep impression on his eyebrows -


    according to the clues available now, it seems that this copy has nothing to do with the copy Jiang yuanrou experienced.


    Subconsciously, he rubbed the cold and hard edges and corners of the metal shell of the flashlight with his fingertips, and fell into deep thought.


    In the narrow room, only the oppressive breath of the two of them could be heard. In the dark and dead room, the smell of blood was spreading in the semi closed space, like a huge stone pressing on the bottom of their hearts.


    At this time, Mo Yi''s breath slightly stagnated.


    He heard the faint footsteps and weeping outside the door - it seemed to be coming in their direction!Mo Yi takes a quick look at Jiang yuanrou. Their eyes are interlaced between the electric light and the fire, and they quickly exchange a look.


    His fingertips sank slightly, only to hear the "click" sound, the metal opening and closing sound, the flashlight light column disappeared in an instant, and the whole room quickly sank into a dark without light.


    The darkness made their other senses extraordinarily sharp.


    Mo Yi''s whole mind is separated by a thin door outside the corridor, that faint sobbing and footstep sound traction.


    Holding his breath in the dark, he subconsciously clutched his long, cold fingers and curled up in his sweaty palms.


    The voice echoed in the open and narrow corridor, and approached little by little. The whimper seemed to be magnified countless times in the ears. With the rapid heartbeat in the chest, it echoed empty -


    fortunately, Mo Yi did not experience this situation for the first time since entering this copy, so he quickly adapted to it and stood quietly in the dark Waiting in silence.


    The sound of footsteps approached slowly, which was especially clear in the dark. Along with the subtle sound of cloth rubbing on the ground, it approached slowly, and then came to the door -


    Mo Yi had a cold sweat in his palm, and his bright eyes were tightly fixed on the door panel hidden in the dark.


    Just then, he heard the subtle squeak from the door panel


    It''s like the sound of a long fingernail scraping the door panel -


    Mo Yi''s heart instantly mentions to his throat what he wants to do, but he is too far away from the door panel, and now he has no chance to act!


    Standing at the door, Jiang yuanrou instantly responded. She leaned against the wall and moved to the side. Then she lowered herself to hide her figure in the visual blind area of the iron railing on the door panel.


    Mo Yi had no time to react, his body subconsciously flashed to the corner far away from the door panel, and the whole body instantly hid in the dark shadow of the room.


    The scraping sound of fingernails creaked on the door panel, which made the scalp numb.


    The tiny whimper, like a hairspring, is infinitely enlarged and magnified. Through the iron railing on the door panel, it reaches Mo Yi''s eardrum without hindrance, as if it were ringing in the ear.


    Mo Yi has goose bumps.


    He covered his mouth and nose with his cold, stiff hand to prevent his breathing from exposing his position.


    The sound of footsteps stopped slightly at the door, and the sound of fingernails scraping the door panel disappeared, as if waiting for something.


    Mo Yi''s laryngeal knot moved slightly, and the hot pain of dryness and lack of water came from his throat. It was like a burning fire that burned from his stomach to his esophagus.


    The footsteps outside the door sounded again, accompanied by a low whimper and the fine friction sound on the ground, and walked slowly towards the distance.


    Mo Yi''s tight heart strings slightly relaxed. He breathed a long sigh of relief, but his rigid body still stood against the cold wall behind him. He listened quietly in the dark


    The footstep sound seemed to turn a corner, the sound became smaller in an instant. Soon, only a few faint echoes could be heard in my ears.


    Mo Yi''s muscles relaxed a little, and his almost disappeared five senses slowly returned to his cage. He found that his side was the body nailed to the wall, and his palm happened to press on the pieces of meat on his body.


    The cold and greasy feeling climbs up slowly along the contact skin, and the thick bloody smell lingers in the nose, which makes Mo Yi''s stomach churn.


    He subconsciously moved to the side of a step, opened a little distance, the foot seems to touch something soft.


    Mo Yi looks up at Jiang yuanrou, and sees that she is still squatting at the door with her back firmly against the door panel. The voice in the background has gone away, and it seems that she can not pose any threat for the time being.


    He took out his flashlight, cautiously turned on the weakest light, and lit it at his feet.


    It''s a backpack.


    It was besieged with blood and mud on the ground. It looked dirty and dilapidated, and could hardly see its original color.


    Mo Yi squatted down, put the flashlight aside, then grabbed one side of the backpack with one hand, grasped the zipper on the backpack with the other hand, and then slowly pulled it open.


    The contents of the backpack were exposed to his eyes.


    Mo Yi reached out and flipped in the backpack, carefully turning the contents of the backpack without making any unnecessary noise.


    There are also not many useful things in it. They are all items that must be brought into the copy. Mo Yi is not short of them now.


    He plucked the things inside, and then opened his outside pocket.


    to Mo Yi''s surprise, he turned over a small wallet in his outer pocket. He was a little stunned and unconsciously turned the small wallet open.


    Under the weak light of the flashlight, Mo Yi saw half a corner of the ID card stuck in his wallet.He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pulled out the ID card. There was a picture of a girl with short hair printed on it, smiling at the camera.


    Mo Yi was stunned. He picked up the flashlight thrown on one side and pointed it at the body nailed to the wall.


    Its upper body has no muscle and skin coverage, only exposed viscera, the lower body is also neutral sports pants, twisted incomplete face almost can not distinguish the five features, but the hair can still be on.


    Mo Yi''s eyes sank down and tightened his fingers holding the ID card.


    He suddenly found a clue that he had never noticed before.


    In the negative third floor, all the dead players'' bodies are male, and the ghost with a long knife should be male according to his quick glance.


    This floor When he was in the corridor before, he saw the shadow of the ghost - she had long hair.


    Jiang yuanrou, this player and the dead players are all women. 161


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    Mo Yi''s fingers slowly tightened, and his fingertips turned pale with force.


    The smooth surface of the ID card reflects the weak light of the flashlight, which seems to take the slight temperature of the human body.


    His brow slightly frowned, a pair of dark eyes staring at the photo on the certificate in his hand, silent thoughtfully.


    At this time, a slight groan came from the darkness not far away. It sounded in the shadow near the door, and it was very clear in the narrow and closed room.


    The voice interrupted Mo Yi''s thoughts. He was stunned, raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice.


    In the dark under the closed door, a shadow was shaking in the dark, like a dry leaf.


    Mo Yi was stunned. In an instant, he recalled that Jiang yuanrou had just thrown his whole body to one side in order to block the door. At that time, the situation was so urgent that it was difficult to control his strength.


    And her abdomen is still injured


    In his mind, Jiang yuanrou''s abdomen clothes slowly Yin halo of dark blood, Mo Yi''s eyebrows jump.


    He reached out to pick up the flashlight he had just put on the ground, stuffed his ID card and wallet back into his backpack, then stood up and walked quickly to the door of the room.


    With the torch light approaching, Jiang yuanrou''s thin figure curled up in the shadow is revealed.


    In the light, her pale, bloodless face was revealed, her brows were tightly wrinkled, her eyes were closed, and the red blood was slowly oozing from her broken lips. She looked miserable and embarrassed.


    Mo Yi squatted down with a dignified face. He stretched out his hand and carefully changed Jiang yuanrou into a position that would not press her wound. Then he lowered his voice and comforted him:


    "now I want to take a look at your wound."


    Jiang yuanrou raised her eyelids with difficulty, and some of her lax pupils focused for a while. She gave a low "um" and then stopped making a sound to prevent her painful breath from overflowing from the back.


    Her blood was congealed on her abdomen, and her blood was frozen on the dark.


    The smell of blood was stronger in the air.


    In principle, the best thing to do now is to cut or cut the clothes to prevent the wound from being damaged again However, the game does not allow players to put any weapons into the dungeon.


    With Mo Yi''s strength now It is very difficult to tear a complete garment. If you try to tear it, Jiang yuanrou will be injured.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, took his backpack off his shoulder and took out two painkillers.


    He knocked open Jiang yuanrou''s clenched teeth with his fingers, stuffed the painkiller into her mouth, and whispered:


    "hold on."


    After that, Mo Yi gently grasped the hem of Jiang yuanrou''s clothes with his fingers and carefully pulled her clothes up.


    The fuzzy sound of the flesh and blood being pulled sounded in the dark, and the strong smell of blood deepened with Mo Yi''s action.


    The cut in her stomach was exposed.


    In the dim light, Jiang yuanrou''s white abdomen was carved with several bloody incisions. The edge of the wound was clear and smooth. Through the separated skin, the bright red muscle tissue could be seen. Brand new blood gushed out along the wound and slowly dropped to the ground from her waist.


    Mo Yi approached a little, but she could not help but feel a little frightened --


    on her trembling and undulating skin, those deep wounds, the shape looks It''s like a simple butterfly.


    At this time, Jiang yuanrou grasped Mo Yi''s wrist with all her strength, and her manicured nails were deeply embedded in his arm -


    her lips wriggled a few times, and she vomited out a few fuzzy and trembling syllables:


    " Li, li Noodles... "


    Mo Yi was stunned. A conjecture flashed through his mind in a flash of lightning.


    he regained his concentration and looked at Jiang yuanrou''s abdominal wound. He saw that there was something shining in the deep of the wound.


    Mo Yi''s breath is slightly stagnant.


    He quickly took a small roll of bandage from his backpack, put it between Jiang yuanrou''s teeth to prevent her from biting his tongue, and whispered:


    "I''m going."


    Jiang yuanrou closes her eyes.


    Mo Yi presses Jiang yuanrou with one hand, and penetrates the finger of the other hand along the open wound on her abdomen. The warm and sticky feeling embraces his fingers. The body under the palm is shaking wildly, and Jiang yuanrou''s mouth is choked with painful sobs.


    He clenched his teeth and continued to poke his finger into the wound. His fingertips touched something hard. Mo Yi''s eyes brightened, and he pinched the hard foreign body with his fingertips, and then moved back.


    Mo Yi''s hands tightly hold that warm thing soaked in blood. There is a layer of hot sweat behind him. He gasps slightly and turns his head to look at Jiang yuanrou¡ª¡ªHer face was pale, her long, sweaty hair pressed against her cheek, her eyes closed, and she seemed to have fainted, but she was still shaking.


    Mo Yi raised his heart and looked at Jiang yuanrou''s abdominal wound again --


    to his surprise, those deep wounds on Jiang yuanrou''s stomach began to heal slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye!


    The smooth and clear wound slowly closed together, as if there was life, and the separated flesh and blood were slowly adhered to the skin, which looked like magic.


    Less than half a minute later, the wound on Jiang yuanrou''s stomach had completely disappeared, and only the thick bloodstain covering her skin was still at the site of the wound.


    Mo Yi picked her eyebrows in surprise and unconsciously touched Jiang yuanrou''s stomach.


    The skin under the palm is warm and moist, with slight tremor, indicating life and vitality.


    He remembered that Jiang yuanrou had told him that the wound on her abdomen was the result of using props in the copy, and the sequelae would disappear in an hour. What he saw just now should be the whole process of the disappearance of the sequela.


    At this time, Mo Yirou took out the bandage and saw that she was about to move her eyes.


    Jiang yuanrou opened her eyes, but her eyes were still out of focus. She took a few deep breaths with trembling, and then looked at Mo Yi:


    " Have you got it? "


    Her voice was hoarse and broken, with a slight tremolo.


    Mo Yi nodded gently, and then sent the contents of his palm to Jiang yuanrou''s eyes -


    in his bloody palm, there lies a small key quietly, which is different from the bronze one Mo Yi found before. This one is bright silver white and shimmers under the cover of layers of unfinished blood.


    Jiang yuanrou seemed to relax. She took a long breath. Her neck softened and she fell back. The back of her head made a "Dong" sound on the door panel.


    Mo Yi is not in a hurry to ask questions, but patiently waits for Jiang yuanrou to recover from the intense pain just now.


    After a few minutes, Jiang yuanrou''s pale face regained some vitality. She took a few deep breaths and then straightened up with the wall beside her.


    Mo Yi reaches out to help her, let Jiang yuanrou''s back lean on the door plank, changed a proper posture.


    Jiang Yuan sat up with Mo Yi''s strength, took a few deep breaths, considered for a few seconds, and then explained to Mo Yi simply.


    Mo Yi slightly lowered his eyes, listening carefully, while combing and integrating Jiang yuanrou''s experience in his heart.


    In fact, the room where Jiang yuanrou encountered hallucinations was the room where he passed by with blood and butterflies on the wall. After breaking the illusion, she found the two keys in the room -- one brass and one silver white. However, before she could do anything more, she was caught by the "strange" wandering in the building.


    In a hurry, Jiang yuanrou uses props. Although she can''t escape, she can also ensure that the other party can''t hurt her body before the effectiveness of the prop disappears.


    However, in the struggle and pulsation, she accidentally lost the brass key, leaving only the silver white key in her hand.


    At that time, she had fallen into the hands of the monster, so in order to prevent the remaining props from being taken away, she hid the key in her abdominal wound due to the use of props.


    Just now, the time for the side effects of the props was up. However, due to the existence of foreign bodies in the wound, they could not heal, so they caused severe pain, which made Jiang yuanrou unable to resist for a moment and made a sound.


    After listening to Jiang yuanrou''s words, Mo Yi is lost in thought.


    It seems that this floor is very similar to the previous floor. They will confuse players with hallucinations. If players untie the illusion, butterflies drawn in blood will appear on the walls, and key clues will be given. However, the monsters wandering in the corridor are almost the same except for gender differences.


    The two floors are very similar except for the different maps.


    This makes Mo Yi involuntarily associate with the habit of gender stratification in some mental hospitals - so although the two floors are different floors, the rules are almost the same.


    So What about the negative floor?


    Mo Yi''s throat is a little dry and astringent, and he moves the laryngeal knot slightly, which depresses the uneasiness in the bottom of his heart.


    Looking at Jiang yuanrou, he lowered his voice and asked:


    "can you still go?"


    Jiang yuanrou reaches out and presses her abdomen, and gives a gentle "hiss".


    She looked up at Mo Yi and said, "if the side effects caused by props contain wounds or pain, then painkillers are useless."


    Jiang Yuan Rou pauses and shows a pale smile:


    "but it is still very useful for the residual pain after the side effects disappear, so I should be ok now. "Mo Yi nodded and reached out to help Jiang yuanrou up from the ground. They stood quietly for a moment in the dark, listening to the movement in the corridor outside -


    the corridor was a dead silence.


    There was no whimpering, no footwork, no cloth rubbing.


    Jiang yuanrou and Mo Yi looked at each other in the dark, then stretched out their hands and opened the half closed door. They walked out one after another, slowly and cautiously, as if afraid of disturbing something in the dark.


    The silence in the corridor was eerie, almost chilling.


    When they left the room completely, Mo Yi suddenly felt a strong uneasiness, like a huge hammer pounding his heart, bringing faint pain and suffocation.


    He subconsciously turned his head behind him.


    In the darkness at the end of the corridor, a vague figure stood quietly.


    Mo Yi''s scalp explodes, and the chilling sense spreads from the bottom of his heart, and an idea runs through his mind like lightning.


    Just now it knew that the two of them were hiding in this room, so it pretended to go far away, and without making any noise, came back in the dark and waited quietly


    Just to wait until they come out!


    Mo Yi was cold from head to foot. He heard himself yelling at Jiang yuanrou:


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    The final sound is reflected back by the surrounding walls and reverberates in the open corridor. It penetrates into the eardrum clearly and sharply, bringing a buzzing echo -


    Jiang yuanrou is stunned for less than half a second, and then reacts instantly!


    They ran to the end of the corridor together, as if to exhaust their whole strength.


    The wind from running poured into Mo Yi''s ears, as if all the sounds were gone with the running. Only the rapid beating of the heart and the noisy gushing of blood filled his mind, and then was blurred into a white buzzing noise.


    The wall in the sight moves up and down with the pace of running, and the shadow in the dark rises and falls.


    Mo Yi clenched his teeth, his chest heaved rapidly, and the pain of hypoxia slowly accumulated in his joints.


    But he did not dare to slow down his footstep even a little.


    When I turned back just now, the scene that Yu Guangli saw was still deeply imprinted on his retina and burned all the way to his mind along the visual nerve -


    the fuzzy shadow hidden in the dark quickly moved after hearing his loud cry, and steadily accelerated its speed to catch up with him.


    The sound of rapid footsteps and the rustling of cloth rubbing on the corridor were approaching like the drumbeat of death. Mo Yi still remembered how the lower half of his face was exposed to the dim light.


    Thin lips twisted and strange to the root of the ear, twisted out of a big arc, looks like a strange smile.


    Mo Yi didn''t see the next picture.


    Because he and Jiang yuanrou turned around and ran away.


    At the end of the corridor ahead, there was a slight light. As they ran, they quickly approached them. The footsteps behind them were not urgent and slow, but they were like shadows hanging behind them.


    The low whimper, like a cold snake, slowly climbs up the back of a person, leaving a cold and slippery sticky trace, and spits out a gloomy letter behind his ear.


    Can''t throw off, can''t escape, tightly entangled, slowly tightened.


    Mo Yi''s back was cold, and the cold sweat on his body came out layer by layer. He stuck his thin clothes tightly to his cold skin. Before he was dry, another layer appeared, and the bone chilling slowly penetrated into it.


    His eyes are fixed on the front, his muscles are taut and his teeth are clenched tightly --


    it''s coming, it''s coming!


    The corner of the corridor is illuminated by distant lights. Mo Yi remembers that if you turn right here, it is the fork in the road that he once passed. On one side of the wall, there is a bright red "area B".


    So To the left?


    Mo Yi pushes his flashlight on while running, shining in the deep darkness on the left side of the corridor ahead.


    The disordered light column changes with the movement, which can disperse the darkness in front of it. In a vague shadow, there is something flashing metal light under the light of flashlight.


    It is especially bright in the dark and almost stings people''s eyes.


    Mo Yi gasped and looked intently. He saw that the darkness on his left was sinking into the deep. It was not another dark corridor


    It''s a wall of iron railings!


    As they approached, the scene on the left became clearer and clearer. The bronze iron railings glittered in the dark, looking cold and silent.


    In the middle, there was a gate of iron fence tightly closed, and there was no end to the gloomy darkness in the narrow gap between the railings.


    Mo Yi''s heart lit up with hope.


    You know, in a mental hospital, this kind of iron fence is responsible for separating the patient area from the staff area!


    He turned to Jiang yuanrou, who was running beside him, in a low voice:


    "left side!"


    At this time, they ran to the fork in the corridor. Jiang yuanrou understood it and ran to the left. She reached for the door handle on the iron railing and pulled it hard -


    the iron door clanged, but it did not move.


    The door is locked.


    Mo Yi took a look at the deep corridor behind him in a hurry: the figure was approaching rapidly, and the sound of footsteps hitting the ground sounded in the open corridor, giving out a hollow and frightened echo.


    Before Jiang yuanrou said something, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He took a big step forward and said in his breath after the exercise:


    "get out of the way."


    Jiang yuanrou quickly dodges to one side, while Mo Yi reaches out and touches his pocket. His fingertip touches a cold and hard object and lies quietly at the bottom of the pocket.


    His breath changed a little, and the key came out - the light of the other flashlight flashed across the brass key and aimed at the keyhole in the door.


    The footsteps behind him were getting closer.


    The whole body of blood seems to be pouring into the top of his head, the thumping heartbeat sounds in his ears, so that Mo Yi can hardly hear other noises.Two words were repeated in his heart:


    hurry up! hurry up!


    The cold fingers trembled nervously, and the brass key scratched through the cold keyhole, but it couldn''t be inserted for a while, and the metal sound of Jingling was heard on it.


    The whimper was just around his ear -


    Mo Yi subconsciously looked up at his side and saw that the figure was already close in front of him! Most of her face was illuminated by the dim light at the other end of the corridor, and her twisted lips grinned to her ears with a deformed smile.


    Her eyes are a blood red slit, flashing a strange cold light.


    The whole pale face was as stiff as a cold mask, with a cold malice -


    Mo Yi''s fingers tightened and sent forward. The key stuck into the key hole and made a crisp crash sound. He twisted it hard, and the mottled iron fence slipped into the darkness, making rusty and hoarse squeak.


    The woman reached out her hand at an inhuman speed, but she crossed Mo Yi, the nearest to her, and reached for Jiang yuanrou!


    since a player''s mental state is different from that of his / her mind, he / she should not be assigned according to his / her mind So, are there any "monsters" on each floor and the players with the same gender?


    After all Jiang yuanrou is very aware of the sequelae of the prop in the copy, but she still uses it.


    It shows that this is her only and final choice.


    Well, if his guess is right Once yuanrou catches this monster, it may be irretrievable.


    Mo Yi gritted his teeth and was ruthless. He stretched out his hand to pull Jiang yuanrou and pushed her into the open iron door!


    And he himself, due to the rebound of strength, rushed to the monster.


    The cold palm of the hand is like a hawk''s claw tightly clasping his shoulder. The hard and sharp nails are deeply embedded in his skin through the thin clothes, and the sharp pain strikes him instantly.


    Mo Yi snorted, his nose could almost smell the strong smell of blood and putrefaction coming from the other side, and the cold and dry air in the corridor quickly eroded his senses.


    Jiang yuanrou was pushed into the door by him and suddenly turned back to look at him. Her pale face was blurred by the dark erosion, but her light brown eyes were surprisingly bright.


    She took a few steps in the direction of Mo Yi, grabbed Mo Yi''s arm, and then pulled him inward!


    Unexpectedly, the hand on Mo Yi''s shoulder seems to have lost its strength and become relaxed, which makes Jiang yuanrou''s efforts effective.


    Mo Yi was pulled hard by a great force and stopped after several steps.


    The pale and thin palm of his hand pulled at Jiang yuanrou without giving up. However, it was stopped by the suddenly closed iron door and remained in the air in vain.


    The iron door slammed shut, and the lock on it was locked automatically. The huge trembling sound sounded in the darkness and stillness, as if stirring up a series of concussion in the air.


    Mo Yi and Jiang yuanrou stand in the dark behind the door, tensed and panting violently, wary of the next development.


    The woman slowly put down her hands in the air and grasped the cold iron railings. She turned her back to the light in the corridor, and her whole face was soaked in deep darkness. She could not see the outline clearly, but could only see the twisted lips on her side face which grinned to the root of her ears.


    She turned her head and walked slowly down the corridor.


    The long skirt was dragged on the ground, making a slight friction sound of cloth, and the low sobbing sound resounded again, and slowly became weak and fuzzy with her departure.


    Mo Yi''s body relaxed a little, and the blood surged up again, which made his eyes a little fuzzy. He blinked and breathed heavily, sending cold and dry air into his lungs along the respiratory tract, bringing a burning tingling sensation.


    He gazed at the woman''s back, which was slowly engulfed by the darkness.


    It seems that Although she is the monster of this floor, she can''t violate the physical laws of this floor, so she can''t open the door blocked by Jiang yuanrou before, and can''t pass through the locked iron fence now.


    Mo Yi slowly exhaled a breath and then turned to look at Jiang yuanrou.


    Jiang yuanrou looked at him with a gloomy and dignified face. Before Mo Yi could say anything, she stepped forward and pulled down Mo Yi''s collar, which was much higher than her, and revealed her thin shoulders.


    In the weak light of the flashlight, you can see that the white skin is printed with a blue fingerprint.


    Jiang yuanrou tentatively touched it, and Mo Yi felt the burning pain. He could not help but hiss slightly.


    She frowned suspiciously, let go of Mo Yi''s collar, and then rolled up her sleeves to expose her arms to the air.


    There was a nearly purple black handprint on it. The black silk thread like imprint spread to the upper part of the arm and swelled up. The nail was slightly bloodstained, which was startling in the dim light.Jiang yuanrou hesitated and said, "when she caught me before, there was no possibility of escaping..."


    Mo Yi just remembered that when she had just discovered the details of her gender, she was interrupted by her sudden pain before she could tell Jiang yuanrou about it.


    So he told Jiang yuanrou about the clues he had found and the corresponding conclusions.


    After listening to Mo Yi''s words, Jiang yuanrou''s pale face is still dignified, her eyebrows are even tighter, and a pair of light brown eyes are staring at a point in the void, as if thinking about something.


    She hesitated to open her mouth: "this..."


    Before finishing this sentence, Jiang yuanrou immediately shook her head and seemed to deny her idea:


    "no, it''s impossible."


    Mo Yi''s heart moved, his eyes focused on Jiang yuanrou, and asked in a low voice, "what''s impossible?"


    Jiang yuanrou hesitated for a few seconds and seemed to be ready to say something.


    At this time, without warning, from the darkness behind the two, a short and clear sound came, which was particularly loud in the dead silence -


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    The subtle sound is infinitely amplified in the dark, and the dead corridor quietly lurks in the deep shadow.


    Jiang yuanrou''s words that had not yet been exported suddenly stopped.


    At the same time, they turned their heads and looked at the dark corridor behind them. There was no light or sound, just like a black hole lying behind them. One could not help but wonder whether the sound just heard was real or just their own illusion.


    Mo Yi and Jiang yuanrou look at each other, and they also see the suspicion in each other''s eyes.


    But now there is no turning back.


    Now the monster on this floor already knows that they are behind the iron fence. According to previous experience, she obviously has a certain intelligence quotient. Although it seems that she has gone far away now, whether she is hiding in the dark at the end of the corridor is unknown to them, and they can not afford to take the risk.


    So now we have to go ahead.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, and a slight tingling pain came from his shoulder, which was not violent, but made his brain clear.


    He turned on the flashlight in his hand and shone into the thick darkness, which could not penetrate the light.


    The pale column of light could not completely penetrate the darkness, but fell loosely in the air, printing out a small piece of fuzzy outline ahead.


    Mo Yi makes a gesture to Jiang yuanrou. Jiang yuanrou nods with understanding. They walk slowly towards the deep corridor.


    As they slowly went deeper, the narrow darkness of the corridor surrounded them, blurring their bodies into silence.


    Mo Yi''s wrist moved, and the light column from the flashlight followed his movement in the corridor, illuminating the environment around him -


    this is a section of corridor that looks ordinary. The doors on both sides of the corridor are tightly closed, and the glass windows on the door panel are dark and lifeless.


    Mo Yi used a flashlight to illuminate the sign above the door. Under a layer of shallow dust, there were a few fuzzy words.


    Staff room.


    He took a few steps closer and tried to push - the door was locked.


    Jiang yuanrou, who walks on Mo Yi''s side, also goes to the door opposite the room, pushes and shakes his head slowly.


    That''s locked, too.


    The strange noise didn''t appear again after it had been sounded once. The corridor in front of


    is calm and closed, as if the clear sound they heard just now is just like a bubble dream. It never happened and never happened again.


    Mo Yi''s brow slowly frowned, and there was some doubt in his dark eyes - if he didn''t remember clearly, Jiang yuanrou and he turned their heads together, otherwise he would really think that he had just had an illusion.


    They walked along quietly in the dark and soon reached the end of the corridor.


    it is as like as two peas, three groups of iron railings arranged in a diamond shape, tightly fasten to one side of the wall, with the key sign on the lift and a narrow bayonet opening.


    Elevator!


    Mo Yi left the building with a sigh of relief.


    But then, his face was again dignified.


    First, they haven''t found the source of the sudden sound. Second, there is a key that hasn''t been used in this floor Mo Yi doesn''t feel that the game has nothing to do with it.


    He got closer to the elevator and looked at the buttons and sockets of the elevator carefully. Then he took out the employee card he found on the third floor from his pocket and brushed it tentatively in the slot.


    As expected, the elevator didn''t respond.


    Mo Yi was relieved at the moment.


    It seems that the props on the first floor can only be used on that floor.


    So he put the employee card back into his pocket and looked around at his environment.


    Just at this time, Mo Yi heard Jiang yuanrou say in a low voice: "Hey."


    Mo Yi followed her voice and saw a door that had been opened on one side of Jiang yuanrou corridor. She raised her chin to Mo Yi in the dim darkness and whispered:


    "this door can be opened."


    Mo Yi swept the sign on the door with his flashlight, and the light illuminated the words covered with dust:


    the archives.


    He pursed his lips slightly, and his heart slowly filled with a sense of joy to find a key breakthrough, and his pace could not help accelerating a little.


    At this time, Mo Yi suddenly stepped on something. The strange sense of touch came up along the sole of the shoe, and the subtle sound sounded in the dark.


    He couldn''t help being a little stunned. He moved away and looked down at his feet.


    I saw a vague outline in the dark, but I couldn''t see what it was.


    Mo Yi bent down and shone on the ground with his flashlight. He saw a small candy lying quietly on the dirty and smooth ground.He was stunned. After several seconds, Mo Yi unconsciously reached out to pick up the sugar.


    It''s a fruit candy.


    Strawberry.


    Light pink wrapping paper in the flashlight pale light flashing bright luster, reflecting a colorful color.


    Mo Yi remembers this brand - in the real world, Wen Chen often gives him this brand of candy.


    And I don''t really want to admit it.


    Mo Yi really likes this brand of strawberry candy.


    Mo Yi''s fingers tighten unconsciously, and the candy bag in his hand makes a small sound in the dark. His brow frowns slightly, and the center of his eyebrow is a shallow mark.


    His thoughts were like a mess for a time. He was confused with his thoughts and countless questions piled up in his mind.


    Is this candy making the sound just now? Why is it here? And Wen Chen have relation? If so, how did he get it in? Why?


    Mo Yi''s face was gloomy, his lip line was tight, and his lips turned white.


    Jiang yuanrou''s voice rings out in the dark, and some fuzzy sound lines are lowered. It sounds like some doubts: "what''s the matter?"


    Mo Yi was pulled out of his mind by her voice. He could not help but feel a little stunned. He looked up at Jiang yuanrou who was not far away. He put the sugar into his pocket as if nothing had happened. Then he replied:


    "nothing."


    After that, Mo Yi straightened up and went to the open door.


    As soon as I entered the door, a smell of old and rotten pages came to my face, with a faint smell of dust. In the dark, it mixed into a smell of paper that the archives should have.


    Mo Yi frowned and flashed into the room with a flashlight, then slowly looked around the whole room.


    The room is not big. There are metal shelves close to each other. There are traces of rust on the shelves. There are piles of neat documents on the shelves. The edges of the documents are yellow. It seems that there are some years.


    He steps into the door with Jiang yuanrou following him. Just as Mo Yi is going to walk towards one of the metal frames, he only feels that the corner of his clothes is pulled.


    He turned his head and looked behind him. Jiang yuanrou let go of the corner of his clothes with embarrassment. Then he hesitated and said:


    "that I lost my backpack before, so - "


    Mo Yi remembered that Jiang yuanrou''s things brought in from reality were basically lost in that time because he was caught. He nodded, then pulled out a spare flashlight from his backpack and handed it to Jiang yuanrou.


    She gave a shallow smile to Mo Yi: "thank you very much."


    Mo Yi shook his head, indicating that she didn''t mind. He added in a low voice, "it''s faster to check separately."


    Jiang yuanrou nodded. They walked in different directions and stood in front of two iron shelves full of documents.


    Mo Yi changed the flashlight to the hand that had been dislocated before, and then flipped it freely with his other intact palm.


    I don''t know how long the documents have been piled up, and the area is covered with thick dust. When you move it, you will lift up a bunch of fine particles and fly under the lamppost of the flashlight.


    He coughed and waved his palms slightly to disperse the dust in the air.


    With a thin brow, Mo Yi carefully read the document.


    As he turned the page, Mo Yi''s eyebrows became more and more tight, and his men''s movements became faster and faster, until he finally began to turn pages one page at a time --


    he looked at the end of the page with a heavy eye, and then closed the file folder gently.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows are very tight. This file folder is empty.


    The edge of the paper is yellow and wrinkled due to time, but each piece of paper is completely blank, without any information.


    He put the folder aside and pulled out a new one to look through.


    It''s still blank.


    Mo Yi''s heart leaped, and an ominous premonition hit him. He threw the file aside in a hurry and took out a copy from another layer on the shelf --


    blank.


    In a hurry, he quickened his pace, went to the other shelves and pulled out a thick or thin file from it


    It''s all blank.


    Mo Yi frowned suspiciously. The light of the flashlight made his face look pale. His dark eyes swept around the shelf in front of him, and then raised his eyes to look at the other corners of the room.


    Jiang yuanrou just raised her head from another corner of the room with a puzzled look on her face.


    She dropped the document in her hand, then walked towards Mo Yi, stood not far away from him, shook her head slowly, and said in a low voice:


    " It''s all empty. "


    Mo Yi couldn''t help but think deeply. Many copies have settings similar to those in the library or archives, which are very important ways for players to obtain intelligence. Perhaps it is to prevent too much information and reading from confusing players, so many useless information will be blurred.However, since these copies are all born out of reality, even if it is to do fuzzy processing, it will also use the method consistent with the common sense of reality.


    For example, in the first and second copies he had experienced, the useless books and documents were unable to be read because of damp.


    And this copy Are all the documents in it blank?


    It''s weird.


    Unless The blank itself is the clue.


    Just as Mo Yi was deeply immersed in his own thoughts, suddenly, Jiang yuanrou''s voice of surprise sounded a few steps away and clearly passed into his ears:


    " Well, come and see. "


    Mo Yi looks in the direction of Jiang yuanrou and sees her shining the flashlight in her hand on the inside side of the archives room, and the bright light column stays on one of the iron shelves.


    He followed the light.


    On one of the shelves was a small iron box with a closed lid and a silver white keyhole shining in the light. 161


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 Chapter 111

    Mo Yi''s eyes lingered for a few seconds on the place illuminated by the flashlight lamp post, and he couldn''t help being slightly stunned.


    The small box lay quietly on the old mottled iron frame, covered with dust, and looked as if it was integrated with the mountain of file folder on the side. Only the silver white keyhole above glittered with metallic luster under the light.


    The smell of dust diffused in the bleak and dense archives room, spreading along his respiratory tract to his lungs.


    Mo Yi subconsciously moved his injured palm.


    The shallow dull pain, which seemed to be paralyzed by the thick ice, directly transmitted to his mind and stimulated his peripheral nerves.


    He closed his eyes, breathing slightly disorderly.


    After entering the negative second floor, he always had a kind of unreal feeling.


    This kind of feeling gradually deepened with the appearance of illusions. It was like mud accumulating in the bottom of my heart, slowly increasing and rising, as if to penetrate from his seven orifices, gradually submerging and paralyzing his five senses.


    This is a huge panic that rises from the bottom of my heart.


    Feel that everything around him is not true - is this copy, this floor, this corridor, Jiang yuanrou, even himself, true? Is it just an illusion?


    The appearance of the sugar just now deepened this feeling.


    Why does it appear? Is this copy deliberately fabricated to confuse him? Or is it real?


    This copy misleads players with clues that seem real or unreal, or true or false, and deprives players of their sense of reality bit by bit.


    Under the tense situation before, Mo Yi forced himself not to think about this disturbing problem, but the more depressed he was, he would grow up in revenge.


    He tightened his hand, and the sharp pain from the injured finger root broke through the thick ice layer on the nerve, which was like a sharp steel needle deeply penetrating into the texture and scraping the bone.


    The sense of pain can make his heart everywhere unreal eliminate a lot.


    A low, puzzled female voice sounded in the dark and empty room Mo Yi? "


    Mo Yi seems to be awakened by Jiang yuanrou''s voice. He pulls out of his deep thoughts. He conceals his lips and shows a smile: "it''s OK."


    After that, he pressed his confused mood in the bottom of his heart, and then reached for his pocket.


    Deep in the pocket is a hard and cold metal key. Mo Yi holds it and takes it out. Under the light of the flashlight, he observes its appearance: there is still solidified blood on the silver white metal surface, and there is dark blood in the uneven serrations on the key.


    Mo Yi rubbed the cold surface of the key, and then walked towards the iron box.


    He inserted the key into the silver lock of the iron box, and a slight metal crash sounded in the dead room, and then it was locked together.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and exerted his fingertips. With a slight "click" sound, the box was unscrewed.


    He lifted the lid of the box that had slightly opened a tiny gap, and then used his flashlight to shine into the box -


    he saw a card lying quietly at the bottom of the metal box.


    Mo Yi was stunned. He reached out and picked up the card. It was an employee magnetic card. It was almost the same as the employee card he found in the upper layer. It seemed that it was some years old, and the pictures on it were blurred and peeling off.


    But it can still be recognized by the blurred outline of the photo that the owner of the card is a woman with long hair.


    Mo Yi frowned, and his face was tinged with a little depression.


    He thought there would be information about the copy in the box, but he didn''t expect it was the magnetic card leaving the floor.


    In fact, this also makes sense - after all, Mo Yi got the magnetic card that left the next floor after he cracked the fantasy world. The key Jiang yuanrou got on this floor is also used for a similar purpose, but it costs more twists and turns.


    At the same time Another feature of this replica is particularly clear.


    It gives too few clues.


    There are few clues in both images and words. The only thing that can be counted as clues is the butterfly who doesn''t know what the hidden meaning is. Now even the archives have no information about this copy. The paper in the folder is blank, and the only iron box is just a magnetic card.


    The rarity of clues in this copy has reached the point of being weird.


    Mo Yi looks down at the dial on his wrist - now that more than a third of the game time in the copy has passed, he still knows nothing about this copy.


    It''s not normal.


    Mo Yi put down his hand and looked at the magnetic card in his hand.


    Before he could take a closer look, he heard a loud bang outside the door. The metal concussion was buzzing in the air and hitting the eardrum.


    Mo Yi was startled. He raised his head and glanced at Jiang yuanrou in a hurry. Then he put the magnetic card into his pocket and turned to run out.They ran into the corridor and looked in the direction of the sound. They could not help but take a breath of cool air at the same time.


    In front of the fence where they had just come in, the woman who had chased them was standing upright in front of the closed iron door with her back to the dim light behind the corridor.


    It seems to have found the eyes of Mo Yi and Jiang yuanrou. The smile on her side face illuminated by the light seems to be more and more weird and exaggerated. The movements under her palms keep on beating the cold iron railing once and for all.


    The buzz from the metal is huge and sharp, and it cuts through the air very easily and penetrates into the human brain.


    Mo Yi saw with sharp eyes that at the joint of the metal railings and the wall above, the dust and soil lumps were falling down. With the more and more violent slapping of the woman, the falling was faster and faster --


    she would come in sooner or later.


    This clear cognition came to Mo Yi''s mind. He took a deep breath, patted Jiang yuanrou on the shoulder and whispered:


    "let''s go."


    They turned to walk into the darkness at the end of the corridor and stood in front of the closed elevator door.


    Mo Yi took out the magnetic card he had just found from his pocket and brushed the card slot on the wall. He only heard a soft "drop" sound in the dark.


    The sound of machine braking came from the elevator shaft, and the sound of friction between metal and rope echoed in the empty corridor.


    She was staring at the woman''s face in the dark, but her eyes were almost unchanged.


    Large pieces of the wall with dust falling down, the railing has visible loosening.


    Mo Yi''s back out of a thin layer of cold sweat, he took a deep breath, turned back to look at his eyes tightly closed elevator door, in his heart can not help but feel some anxiety.


    Less than half a minute later, a slight "Ding" came from the elevator shaft.


    The diamond shaped metal railing then shrinks, and the elevator door slowly opens in front of the two people. The dim yellow light sprinkles in along the slowly opening crack of the door, illuminating the gloomy end of the corridor in front of them.


    Mo Yi and Jiang yuanrou breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly walked into the elevator.


    The door of the elevator closed behind them, closing the door with the chilling, scalp tingling slapping sound.


    The closed elevator is quiet, only the hum of the machine can be heard when the elevator is running.


    as like as two peas on lift lift operating system, there is no key and operating system on the elevator. It is just going up automatically. Beside the -2, the screen mistress slowly, moving slowly upward.


    Mo Yi remembered the idea that he had been interrupted just now, so he took out two magnetic cards from his pocket and compared them with each other in the dim light of the elevator.


    The names and photos of the employees on the top have been and can hardly be identified. Only the name of the mental hospital at the bottom can be distinguished. Mo Yi approaches a little bit and carefully observes the mottled and deformed words on it.


    Edwin mental hospital.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and was frustrated for a moment. He had been in the copy for two hours. He just knew the name of the mental hospital. It was a failure.


    But The name of this mental hospital is a bit odd.


    Edwin It should be a personal name.


    Mo Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and he could not help but feel some doubts. According to reason, there are not many people using people''s names as the names of mental hospitals, let alone the names of people instead of surnames.


    Just then, he seemed to think of something. He turned his head and looked at Jiang yuanrou standing on one side and asked:


    "were you going to say something when you entered the back of the iron railing just now?"


    Jiang yuanrou raised her head after hearing the speech. Her face looked pale. Leaning against the cold wall of the elevator, she took a long breath:


    "I just It''s incredible... "


    She lowered her eyes, fixed on a point in the void, her long curly eyelashes covered her light brown eyes, and her pale lips moved slightly, as if thinking of something.


    In the closed elevator, the temperature is slightly higher than that in the corridor. With the sound of machinery roaring and the sound of rope friction penetrating through the metal wall, the dim yellow light on the top of the head falls down, giving them a chance to breathe.


    Mo Yi watched Jiang yuanrou patiently and waited quietly.


    Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath, settled down, and then said:


    "I was a little shocked when you said that the gender was separated just now, because in the last copy of my and Yuan Baijin, players were separated according to their gender, and the boss of that copy also slaughtered and hunted us according to gender..."


    Mo Yi stares at Jiang yuanrou thoughtfully. A quick thought flashed in his heart. Without warning, he interrupts Jiang yuanrou''s words"That boss, do you know his name?"


    Jiang yuanrou was stunned by Mo Yi''s sudden question, and subconsciously replied:


    "call Edwin, what''s the matter? " 161


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 Chapter 112

    Mo Yi is stunned. The answer seems to be beyond the common sense, but it seems that it is no surprise.


    Jiang yuanrouzha blinked her light brown eyes, observed the change of Mo Yi''s expression, and asked carefully:


    "what''s the matter..."


    Mo Yi was awakened by her voice from her thoughts. His expression did not change. He just looked at Jiang yuanrou with a pair of black eyes. He did not say anything, but handed her the two magnetic cards.


    Jiang yuanrou hesitated for a few seconds, then took the two magnetic cards from Mo Yi''s hand.


    In the dim light of the elevator, Jiang yuanrou''s face appeared shocked, and the fingers holding the two cards turned pale.


    She raised her head and looked at Mo Yi. A heavy look appeared on her pale face. She pursed her bloodless lips, and then she asked:


    "how could this happen?"


    Mo Yi shook his head, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed his cold knuckles. His eyebrows were as heavy as water:


    "I don''t know."


    It seems that Jiang yuanrou lowered her head again and observed the mottled and fuzzy handwriting on it again.


    Mo Yi looked at her and said, "the clues given in this copy are too few. I have only a few simple guesses at most, but there is not enough reliable basis for each one."


    He paused, looked at Jiang yuanrou''s raised eyes and continued: "the only thing that can be confirmed now is that this copy has a lot to do with the one you experienced last time."


    Jiang yuanrou obviously thought of this. She had an abnormal flush on her pale face, and her light brown eyes lit up. She seemed to be suppressing her surging emotions.


    She took a deep breath and nodded cautiously. The lines at the corners of her lips were taut with excitement, and the lines of her voice trembled slightly:


    "that''s good."


    Mo Yi instantly understood the unfinished meaning in her words.


    Since it is related to the previous copy, it means that there is no mistake in the prop - it means that they are in the same copy as Jiang Yuanbai Zhenzi.


    Mo Yi subconsciously lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on his hand wrapped in bandages. The bandage on the bandage was not as white as it was just now. It was stained with a little dust and blood, and looked crumpled.


    He held his wrist in the other hand, and then moved his finger gently. The slight swelling pain came from the wound.


    Mo Yi took a shallow breath, then looked up at Jiang yuanrou and said:


    "your experience in the last copy, try to talk about it."


    Although the game restricts players to exchange intelligence between different copies, but now that this copy is tight lipped about clues, it seems that the breakthrough point can only be found from the copy Jiang yuanrou experienced last time.


    What they can do now is to communicate with each other as far as possible to avoid the restrictions imposed on them by the game.


    Or This is actually a good thing.


    Mo Yi slightly narrowed his eyes. The dim light on his head cast a clear shadow on his face.


    All automatically evaded by the game are the key points in the previous copy, which can reduce the scope of their investigation.


    Jiang yuanrou seems to have suppressed some of her emotional excitement. She pursed her lips, nodded, and then began to talk about it.


    The metal wall of the elevator vibrates slightly with the roar of the machine. The sound of the sliding rope almost becomes a kind of soft background sound, which slowly penetrates into the voice of Jiang yuanrou.


    Mo Yi''s eyes fell on a corner of the elevator, his eyes slightly closed, listening quietly.


    The building in the last copy is a huge old house. There are 12 players, six men and six women. The total survival time is six hours. Players entering the dungeon are scattered on different floors of the old house according to their gender. The monsters in the dungeon are killed by the hour and chased by different genders every hour.


    Jiang yuanrou said the basic information of the previous copy, frowned and thought for a moment, and then added:


    "Yuanbai and I in the last copy I didn''t try to start the branch mission, so I didn''t know enough about that copy. "


    At the end of the day, her face was pale It may have something to do with the failure of his mission. "


    Mo Yi looked at Jiang yuanrou and replied, "maybe."


    According to what he saw and heard after the end of his last copy, it seems that the main criterion for entering the advanced player club is "player''s comprehensive ability evaluation". The opening of branch tasks should also be one of the criteria, but it should not be the only one.


    Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath, and then continued: "although we did not open the branch line, we still found some clues, such as the name of the boss and..."


    In the middle of her speech, the rest of her voice was suddenly swallowed in her throat, leaving a shallow breath.Jiang yuanrou tried to open her mouth, but she still didn''t make any sound. She looked up at Mo Yi, her eyes flashed, and she said in a slightly hoarse voice:


    "so, as long as the blocked is an important clue?"


    Mo Yi nodded and said, "yes, although our information can''t be shared, at least one of us can know some clues about this copy."


    He pauses and adds:


    "but Maybe you can find other ways to tell me. For example, the clue you can''t tell just now is about "


    after frowning for dozens of seconds, Jiang yuanrou starts again and says:


    " the identity of the boss. "


    Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully, then motioned Jiang yuanrou to continue.


    Jiang yuanrou unconsciously rubbed the edges of the two hard magnetic cards in her hand, and the soft fingertips were scratched with light white marks. She continued:


    "in the last copy, because the male and female players put them separately, they were separated for a period of time before I and Yuanbai met At that time, I didn''t want to try to open the regional plot, so I restrained my communication with Yuan Bai, so I didn''t know his experience during that period


    She paused and continued, "but when I met him, I felt that he knew the copy better than I did."


    Jiang yuanrou''s fingers slightly applied force, and the fingertips turned white: "and much deeper."


    Mo Yi can''t help but pick eyebrows, eyes slightly heavy.


    This reminds him of his last copy, in which other players can hardly grasp the clues in that copy, except for the other two players who deliberately leaked the clues.


    In this copy, Jiang yuanrou has a unique clue about her last copy.


    Plus what she said just now The depth of Jiang Yuanbai''s understanding of the whole copy in the last copy


    The three of them happened to be reserve members of the club in the current copy.


    Is this just a coincidence?


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes and long eyelashes, covering his dark eyes. His pale face was calm and cold, and he could not see his emotion.


    Jiang yuanrou continued: "my understanding of the copy is basically from the basement of the house."


    Mo Yi came and looked up at her with interest: "basement?"


    Jiang yuanrou nodded: "there is a red secret door in the basement. We can''t enter without a key. But I found a notebook outside the secret door. Although the notes are old and hard to identify, they are very useful."


    "Edwin is the name you found in that notebook?"


    Mo Yi asked.


    Jiang yuanrou gave a "um" sound, as if she was ready to say something more. At this time, a "Ding" sound suddenly sounded in the elevator.


    Then the iron box that they were in slowly stopped. The metal wall around them shook. The sound of the machine and the sound of sliding rope friction in the background stopped.


    Mo Yi looked up at the screen inlaid on the elevator wall. He saw that the number in the small gray and black square had become a cold-1, and the small triangle which had been slowly changing stopped.


    Unlike the last time the elevator encountered the danger, this time the elevator reached its destination extremely easily.


    The metal door in front of the body slowly opened, and the world outside the elevator slowly came into view with the opening of the door gap.


    It was a long, dark corridor.


    There is no light above the corridor, but a dark gray ceiling, which is much lower than the second and third floors. It gives people an extremely oppressive sense of constriction, which makes people feel that the breath is not very smooth.


    Mo Yi opened the flashlight in his hand and moved slowly in the corridor. He was surprised.


    This floor is very different from the other two.


    The walls were plastered with dusty and dirty wallpaper. On the wallpaper, there were regular green squares arranged in order. Under the light, it was almost dark green. On the ground, it was a light and greasy carpet because it was not changed all the year round.


    On both sides of the wall there are even two small wall lamps, in the deep and rich dark light.


    It was old, warm and dusty, with the smell of rotten wood and wool carpet.


    It doesn''t look like a terrible mental hospital at all.


    It looks like It''s like an ordinary house.


    Mo Yi blinked, and even had an illusion that the two layers he had just experienced were just like a dream.


    He and Jiang yuanrou stepped out of the elevator one after another. The carpet under their feet had a soft feeling. The metal door of the elevator closed behind them, making a slight hoarse friction sound.


    The dark yellow light behind them disappeared, leaving only their flashlights still burning in the corridor.Death spread quietly in a narrow corridor, like the tide of high tide, submerged their bodies.


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 Chapter 113

    The air in the corridor was dry and warm, and the walls crowded around, squeezing the darkness into the long corridor.


    Mo Yi tried to move forward a few steps. The carpet under his feet was greasy and thin. Stepping on it, he could almost feel the hard and cold feeling of the floor under it.


    He projected the light of his flashlight onto the wall on his side, and a circle of bright spots remained on the dark green wallpaper, illuminating the irregular and dim plaid patterns on it.


    On the wall a little higher than the ground, there is a strange shaped oil stain. The pattern color beside and inside the oil stain is deeply embedded. It looks like a wound that has not been healed, and it seems that it is half a big eye.


    Mo Yi''s eyes stay on the oil for a few seconds, and then he seems to be aware of something.


    He frowned, approached the wall, and looked at the patterns on the wallpaper carefully. He saw that the dark green lines on the edge of the grid were made up of a dense array of small butterflies.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and pulled the distance away.


    Jiang yuanrou turned to look at him and asked in a low voice, "what''s the matter?"


    Mo Yi hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook his head Nothing. "


    As they walked on, there was silence in the corridor. Only the rustling sound of the soles of their feet rubbing against the carpet surface could be heard.


    The corridor is crowded and narrow. The light of the flashlight is absorbed by the deep darkness ahead. It seems to be thrown into the bottomless abyss. There is no sound or light.


    There are repeated and monotonous patterns on the wall of the body side, which are slowly changing with the deepening of the two people''s steps, and are illuminated by the side of the flashlight light column, like undulating waves.


    There was a dead silence around him.


    It seems that they are influenced by this depressing atmosphere. Jiang yuanrou and Mo Yi are also very quiet and walk together in silence.


    The corridor ahead suddenly turned a corner. A dim wall lamp illuminated a small corner beside the wall. When they turned the corner, they found that there was still a long and long corridor ahead.


    Mo Yi has a vague uneasiness in his heart.


    Although the previous two floors were dangerous, they were still predictable. Their routines were similar, but on the third floor, there was such a complete and huge change.


    It''s almost impossible to predict what will happen next.


    The feeling of being out of control made him very uncomfortable.


    Mo Yi slightly tightens the palm of his hand holding the flashlight, and a slight dull pain comes from the root of his thumb, as if it is a concrete uneasiness to pry open his heart and slip into his thoughts.


    The corridor ahead took another turn in a completely different direction.


    Mo Yi and Jiang yuanrou looked at each other, hesitated for a few seconds, and then continued to walk along the corridor.


    The atmosphere in the air was so gloomy that it was almost impossible to breathe.


    The corridor is deep and narrow, and there is no door or fork road on the wall. There is only a quiet passage to the deeper and deeper darkness.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and finally decided to let his guess out. He lowered his voice and said:


    "yuanrou."


    Jiang yuanrou turned her head to look at him with an inquiring look on her pale face.


    Mo Yi opened his mouth and didn''t say anything. Jiang yuanrou asked in a low voice with some doubts What''s the matter? "


    This time, it''s not that Mo Yi doesn''t want to say it, but it seems that some strange force has gripped his throat and prevented him from speaking out the words conceived in his mind --


    "in the copy of membership test, you are the party to be tested, so the key point of this copy is on you.


    And if you can''t solve it, you''ll fail in the copy like Yuanbai and stay forever. "


    Jiang yuanrou''s face became dignified, and she realized that Mo Yi''s current situation was not that she didn''t want to say anything, but that she couldn''t say it - which showed what key information Mo Yi had found.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, pondered for a few seconds, then began to speak again and said:


    "thank you for the clues about this copy, and please do more later."


    Jiang yuanrou looked at him for a few seconds, nodded gently, and then said, "OK, you''re welcome."


    Mo Yi turns his eyes, and there are bursts of hot stabbing pain in the deep throat, as if there is a flame from the stomach burning straight down the esophagus into the mouth.


    He knows that this is the limit that he can hint. According to Jiang yuanrou''s experience, she should understand that he is hinting some key information, but she does not know what he wants to say.


    Mo Yi sighed in his heart Now he can only hope that Jiang yuanrou will understand it earlier. The key point of this time is definitely in the copy of Jiang yuanrou''s last experience, and it is likely to be one of the clues that she can''t say.


    They continued down the corridor.


    Tiny steps are heard in the silent semi enclosed space, rubbing against the ground regularly. With the dim corridor and monotonous background, it is almost drowsy.But Mo Yi''s nerves are slowly tightening up.


    He always felt that the atmosphere in front of him was like a very full bow, which was tensed into a trembling straight line by slowly increasing force, as if it would break in the next second.


    He swallowed slowly, a dull pain in his dry throat.


    Suddenly, Mo Yi''s eyes seem to sweep something - there seems to be something on the wall beside him


    He stopped abruptly and turned his eyes to the wall around him. He saw that the wrinkled wallpaper covered with the wall had dark green lines extending monotonously into the darkness in the distance.


    On the uninteresting pattern, there is a deep oil stain. The clear edge is printed on the wall slightly higher than the ground. It looks like a wound that has not been healed, and it seems that it is half a big eye.


    Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds, and a huge sense of trembling rose from the bottom of his heart.


    He heard his voice hard and monotonous, almost unable to recognize his own voice: "we are circling around."


    Jiang yuanrou was also stunned, then turned to look at him: "what?"


    Mo Yi used the light of his flashlight to shine on the strange spot on the wall, and the gloomy color in his eyes surged:


    "I saw this spot about ten minutes ago, shortly after we left the elevator..."


    What about the elevator? Will it be?


    Mo Yi stops his words and turns to look behind him.


    Behind me is a long and deep corridor, straight to the deep and rich darkness, as if you can''t see the edge, monotonous repeated wallpaper presents a strange dark green, blurred in a dark.


    The unreal feeling in my heart seems to have sprouted out of the fertile soil at the bottom of my heart, breaking through the soil layer slowly.


    In the bottom of his heart, he whispered softly: "is everything in front of him true?


    Is the corridor real? Are they really going around in circles? Is that spot real? Or is it just to mislead them and make them think they are going around in circles?


    Mo Yi clenched his teeth and clenched his wrist with one hand, and his fingertips fell deeply into his wound.


    The pain, like the bite of insects, crawled up the heart and slowly penetrated into the brain.


    He knew that he was not in a normal state. He experienced more than Jiang yuanrou and experienced several illusions. The influence of the mental hospital on him was more profound than that on her.


    The tiny voice continued to ask:


    "is Jiang yuanrou real?"


    Mo Yi''s heart is slightly stagnant. He responds to it later. It''s not the voice in his heart that says it, but it comes from his side.


    A soft female voice.


    Jiang yuanrou''s voice.


    He turned his head to look at the past along with the voice, and the cold sweat behind him slowly made him feel as if he was cold from head to foot.


    There was no one around.


    Jiang yuanrou is gone.


    Mo Yi heard his heart roaring in his chest. His lungs and chest resonated with each other. The white noise was heard in the silent corridor.


    He stood alone in the cold, dark corridor, with a flashlight in his hand, and a solitary beam of light shone into the darkness.


    Mo Yi''s fingertips turn white due to force, and sharp pain rises from the depths of his mind.


    He took a deep breath, and slowly stepped back, sticking his back against the cold wall, as if to regain some sense, as if relying on the wall to give him some new strength.


    Reason, like a tough hand, steers again in the mind.


    Mo Yi closed his eyes and sorted out his confused thinking in his mind.


    If Jiang yuanrou was a fake from the beginning, he did not leave the second floor from the beginning. If Jiang yuanrou is real, they must have dispersed after entering the first floor.


    In the absence of more evidence, Mo Yi has nothing to really confirm, especially in the environment that this copy deliberately creates for players. Now the only thing he can trust is his intuition.


    Maybe.


    The horror of this copy is that it is pushing the players in it to the edge of madness.


    A player who is not determined enough is likely to be driven mad in this instance.


    Mo Yi breathed deeply and calmed down his mind. His heel moved back half a step, and his whole body stuck to the wall behind him.


    Just then he felt the wall behind him seemed to move slightly, imperceptibly.


    Mo Yi was stunned. He opened his eyes, stood up straight, and then turned his head to look behind him.


    As a result of the pressure he had just exerted, a shallow crack appeared on it, as if a deep mark had been carved on the wall with a knife.And that strange shape of oil is just printed in the dark crack next to.


    Mo Yi pauses, reaches out his hand and presses on the wall, then slowly applies force. Only a slight "click" is heard. The gap widens and then slides inside.


    There was a door.


    The independent wall slowly extended into the deep, revealing a clear outline, and shadows and darkness spread from the inside -


    the door opened.


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 Chapter 114

    A door is slowly separated from the wall in front of you. The dark green wallpaper slides in with the door panel and is covered by a deeper shadow. Inside the door is a pitch black, like an abyss, standing quietly a few steps away.


    A kind of old and dreary breath slowly escaped from the door, mixed with a faint smell of blood.


    Mo Yi drooped in the palm of his side, a thin layer of sweat. He moved his finger holding the flashlight, and let the light column shine into the door where the accident occurred.


    The light was swallowed up by the abyss, where there seemed to be nothing.


    He slowly took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes. His swollen and feverish eyes were covered with cold eyelids, bringing a trace of calm and reason to his somewhat confused mind.


    Now, Mo Yi unexpectedly calmed down.


    He recalled and analyzed every clue in his mind, and then sorted them out.


    According to his experience in the third level, the illusion in this replica does not take the initiative to cause harm to him, but tends to induce him to make the wrong choice and stay in the replica forever. Fantasy can''t really imitate the control of the game on players, so Jiang yuanrou is likely to be real.


    But when he just wanted to disclose his guess about the member test copy to Jiang yuanrou, it should be the last time he saw the real Jiang yuanrou, and the silence brought by the game at that time could not be copied.


    Mo Yi opened his eyes, revealing a pair of dark eyes under his eyelashes. There was a cold light in the deep of his eyes. He looked rational and calm.


    His eyes fell on the dark green wallpaper, which formed the dark lines of those small lattices. Looking carefully, it was a butterfly connected head and tail, settling in the deep shadow of the corridor. It looked as if there was a faint colloidal substance seeping from it.


    Well, the only explanation is that this floor separates them after their conversation.


    Mo Yi lianmou listens to the sound of his heart beating steadily in the chest, and exhales a long breath.


    With the gradual in-depth understanding of the game mechanism, he more and more felt that his task this time was heavy. He not only wanted to survive when the copy deliberately kept all the clues away from him, but also helped Jiang yuanrou complete her test, as well as bring out Jiang Yuanbai who still did not know where he was - almost every task was almost impossible.


    No wonder Jiang yuanrou was so generous.


    Mo Yi sighed a little helplessly, restrained his mind, and then raised his eyes to look at the quietly open fan.


    Pale and calm, he stepped into the door leading to the unknown and darkness.


    With his steps, the darkness slowly engulfed him, and his body was surrounded by the increasingly dreary smell of dust, mixed with the smell of blood and decay that had never changed since the third basement floor, lingering in his nose, as if to encroach on his every sense organ.


    Mo Yi''s choked breath slightly smothered, and he continued to walk towards the deep.


    As he slowed down and walked forward, he slowly turned his wrist and flashed his flashlight to his side, thus creating his own environment.


    This is a very large room, the room is dark, there is no light, there is no sound, almost make people doubt whether they are really in the space of real existence.


    At the foot of the carpet is different from the feel of the corridor. Stepping on the soft and resilient feeling shows the price of the carpet under the foot. It seems to cover the whole room and quietly absorb all the sound.


    Mo Yi''s feet seem to have stepped on something. He used a flashlight to shine at his feet. He saw that it was a doll with a broken belly. Half of the doll''s broken head was lonely and dark blue glass eyes, and his long golden hair was stained with dust, which was hanging on the back of the doll''s bare head.


    It looks pitiful and miserable.


    Mo Yi moved his feet carefully, then continued to walk forward, but he might as well step on something.


    The flashlight''s bright lamp post moved down to illuminate half of the plush doll that had been cut open by a knife under his feet. It could not see what it had been like. It could only see pieces of Cotton falling out of its belly, like broken viscera flowing out of its body.


    Under the ground, there was a clotting and dried up blood, which was quietly dried beside the doll. The long hair carpet polluted by blood presented a kind of dirty dark brown under the light.


    Mo Yi''s heart slightly jumps, can''t help but speed up the pace under his feet, and then tripped by something soft underground.


    He steadied himself and looked at the ground along the light in his hand. There was a dead mouse lying quietly on the carpet.


    It seems to have just died a short time ago, the death is miserable, the white bones are cut out, the bloody muscles are exposed, and the viscera from the soft abdomen seems to be steaming hot.


    Mo Yi calmed down. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stood still. Then he moved his flashlight to shine around the body of the mouse. Sure enough, in the dark not far from the mouse, there was a small dark shadow lying quietly in the dust.He frowned and walked a few steps in that direction before he recognized that it was a dead cat.


    The bloody fur was tightly attached to its bony corpse. The fur on the other half of the corpse was torn off, revealing bright red muscle texture. Then it was tightly stained on the long hair carpet with blood. Next to the corpse were several extremely rough muscles which appeared to be cut. They were carefully placed next to the torn fur. It seems that It''s like a pair of wings made of flesh and blood.


    A chill rose from the sole of Mo Yi''s feet and went straight up to his forehead. Behind him came a thick cold sweat.


    he stiffened his throat and restrained himself from the cold sensation he felt from the bottom of his heart. He turned his head over and slowly moved it to a larger extent with a flashlight.


    a dead dog lay on the floor, surrounded by its flesh and blood, and seemed to be fully skilled in its wings.


    Then, in the end, the light column of Mo Yi''s flashlight stopped on the ground at least two or three meters away from him.


    It was a human shadow.


    Mo Yi''s hand is cold and thin, and the hard outline on the metal shell of the flashlight is wet.


    The strong and turbulent smell of blood invades his senses and texture, occupying his sense of smell and taste. His mouth even seems to be able to taste the rust smell floating in the air.


    He took a few steps in that direction.


    The shadow on the carpet gradually became clear in the sight. It was the corpse of a man, lying on the floor with his limbs open. The muscles of his upper body were almost completely stripped off, leaving only the bloody skeleton and viscera sliding to one side.


    Large areas of muscle are small and thin, neatly spread on the carpet, looks skilled.


    The rich, almost blackened blood seeped into the carpet, leaving deep brown blood stains on a large area of long hair above.


    The almost congealed smell of blood and decay in the air made me nauseous.


    Mo Yi''s face is pale, his lips are tightly pursed, and a pair of dark eyes are tightly staring at the flesh and blood fragments arranged into huge butterfly wings on the carpet, silent thoughtfully.


    He knew why the house was so hidden.


    There''s a lot of booty here - but it''s not the players who died in this copy, it''s more like The real-world booty on which this replica was built.


    Subconsciously, he rubbed the flashlight with his fingers, touching the hard surface of his body temperature, and his lip line tightened into a tense arc.


    This is the first clear clue in this copy.


    Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the corpses and toy fragments he had just met along the way. The trace between his eyebrows became more and more profound.


    He always feels that None of this seems so simple.


    The smell of blood in the room would be suffocating.


    Mo Yi walked around the corpse on the ground and walked to the wall at the end of the room. The light of the flashlight steadily fell on the dark green wallpaper on the wall. The patterns on it seemed more clear in the darkness and shadow, and seemed to float in the unstable light.


    There is a door on the wall. The unobvious crack of the door is almost integrated with the wallpaper. If you don''t observe it carefully, it is almost impossible to distinguish it from the pattern of the wallpaper.


    Mo Yi stepped forward and opened the door.


    In front of us is another long corridor, both ends of which are deeply turned in. It seems that there are seven turns and eight turns, and I don''t know where to go.


    This corridor, of course, he had never been before - because there were three or four rooms scattered in this corridor, while the former corridor was completely closed.


    Most importantly, there is a window opposite Mo Yi''s position.


    And that window seems to be just to connect the two corridors - through the dim glass, you can see the corridor on the other side, exactly the same dark green wallpaper, dark brown carpet, exactly the same narrow and lengthy.


    There are no rooms in that corridor.


    Mo Yi stepped forward, his eyes fell on the corridor through the window, his hands and feet were cold.


    He saw the end of the corridor on one side - there was a red door.


    The bright red lacquer skin on the door looks like fresh blood, and the thick paint color seems to have a strong smell of rust. It seems that the next second there will be thick blood dripping down the straight door frame.


    Just looking at it as if you could smell the bloody smell from the door.


    Mo Yi''s mind echoed Jiang yuanrou''s words before:


    - "there is a red secret door in the basement, we can''t enter it."


    His heart tightened slightly, and there seemed to be a fine hum in his eardrum.


    At this time, Mo Yi heard a small, almost child''s voice in his ear:


    "you are here."


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 Chapter 115

    Mo Yi was startled. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the place where the voice came from.


    Next to the door where he had just come out, there was a tightly closed door. The color of the door panel was mottled and ugly. It looked like an old canvas. Dark brown spots were all over the door panel, which seemed to be dried up blood.


    The sound seemed to come from this door.


    Unlike other rooms in this corridor, under the closed door, there is a rusty steel plate welded to death, which is tightly inlaid on the wooden door. Under the steel plate is a thin shadow, which seems to be able to be lifted.


    It''s like It''s like a little window that delivers things inside.


    Mo Yi''s heart was beating violently in his chest. His shirt was wet with cold sweat and stuck on his back, but he could not feel the cold.


    His eyes were glued to the steel plate under the door, and it seemed that he could not move his eyes away.


    There seemed to be some strange and unknown premonition in his mind, which was pounding his consciousness, tightening his mind, pulling his nerves, and bringing a shiver that could not be ignored.


    Just then, a hoarse rusty creak sounded in the dead corridor.


    Thin and sharp, as if a sharp knife in the general tension of people''s nerves to scratch, people can not help but scalp numbness.


    The small steel plate was slowly lifted up, and the thin shadow below gradually expanded, and then a few thin, pale fingers slowly stretched out from the darkness.


    Mo Yi''s breath stopped for a moment.


    The pale fingers were very thin, very thin, almost a thin layer of skin, wrapped in hard bones, and looked like bones.


    But still can see at a glance is a pair of children''s hands.


    The thin, soft voice of a child came through the heavy door. It sounded ethereal and strange. It repeated again:


    "you are coming."


    Mo Yi''s larynx moved slightly, and a dry and painful feeling came. He took a deep breath and heard himself reply in a hoarse voice:


    "yes."


    The children''s laughter came from behind the door and echoed in the empty corridor:


    "you are so interesting."


    Mo Yi has calmed down at the moment. He changes his position without a trace and moves himself to an angle. His eyes are still firmly fixed on the hand that protrudes from the bottom of the steel plate.


    Controlling his voice, he replied cautiously:


    "why do you say that?"


    The children''s voice behind the door sounds clear and clean:


    "generally speaking, you should not ask me: who are you? Why are you here? Do you have any purpose? "


    The voice suddenly became secretive: "or Where is my companion? Is she still alive


    Mo Yi''s heart leaped and his fingers shrank subconsciously, but his face was still silent:


    "do you want me to ask these questions?"


    It seems to realize that Mo Yi is trying to take the initiative in speaking, and the child voice suddenly becomes rough:


    "of course not!"


    Those thin fingers from under the steel plate suddenly tightened, and the sharp nails almost buckled into the wooden door panel.


    The next second, the child''s voice became sweet again:


    "but If it was you, I might answer


    Mo Yi''s back exudes a layer of cold sweat. He sips some discolored lips, and his voice is still steady and calm:


    "well, who are you?"


    The child''s voice giggled: "you should have guessed it already? I''m Edwin


    Mo Yi''s pale fingertips on his side moved slightly, and his breathing frequency changed slightly. He really guessed, but he didn''t think that the other party would give the answer so easily.


    He continued in the order of Edwin''s question, "Why are you here?"


    Edwin''s voice was tinged with resentment and bitterness: "I''m certainly locked up."


    Mo Yi''s heart beat violently, and a thin layer of hot sweat appeared in the palm of his hand, which was wet and uncomfortable. He controlled his breath and continued to ask:


    "who was it?"


    Edwin giggled: "by the other Edwin, of course."


    Mo Yi''s fingers slowly tightened, faintly a little frightened.


    When he was in the room just now, he actually had some vague guesses in his mind.


    as like as two peas from animal to animal to human corpse, it is obviously the experiment and growth of killing methods, just like those of game player in those two floors.


    This copy is the mental hospital, and the name of the mental hospital is Edwin This made him have some related associations.


    However, all these are just one guess in Mo Yi''s mind, and he lists at least four or five possible guesses in his mind. There is no more evidence and clues in this copy, which makes him unable to narrow down the scope.And "Edwin" on this floor Even said it directly?!


    Mo Yi frowned tightly, but he could not refute the conjecture for a moment. All the evidence pointed to the same point -


    what the other party said was right.


    This mental hospital is called Edwin because Edwin himself is a mental hospital.


    The man on the third floor, the woman on the second floor, and the children on this floor, they are all the same person, Edwin.


    So the tip at the beginning of the copy says, "you are me.


    The reference room on the second floor of the negative floor proved this conclusion again: because the mental hospital itself is not a real building, the document room in it can not contain any information.


    But Mo Yi''s heart is still vaguely uneasy.


    But if that''s true Who is pushing him on the third floor?


    What''s the meaning of the butterfly that always appears in the three floors? Is it just a killing symbol of a perverted murderer?


    It seems to realize that Mo Yi has not answered for a long time. When the child''s voice rings again, there is a trace of dissatisfaction in his voice:


    "why don''t you speak?"


    Mo Yi recovered, took a deep breath and kept his voice calm:


    "nothing, I was just scared."


    Edwin laughed, and the giggle reverberated in the hallway, which was a little frightening. Half a minute later, he suddenly stopped, and his voice was a little condensed:


    "she likes to kill women, he likes to kill men, but I only like toys and small animals."


    His voice suddenly became terrible and deep:


    "so they locked me up."


    Mo Yi recalled what Jiang yuanrou said before. In the copy she had experienced before, boss killed players by separating days by sex. If Edwin was really schizophrenic, he really showed only two personalities.


    He narrowed his eyes, staring at the finger protruding from the bottom of the steel plate, suddenly opened his mouth and asked the third question that the other party asked him to ask:


    "do you have any purpose?"


    "Br >" of course, the sound of his fingers was coming back to the door Mutual benefit and mutual benefit. "


    Mo Yi''s heart leaped slightly, and suddenly an ominous premonition rose from his heart.


    "Look behind you."


    The faint voice of a child sounds innocent and innocent.


    Mo Yi turns his head and looks behind him. His eyes follow the window and look at the corridor opposite


    A familiar, petite figure stood at the end of the corridor, stiff, with a slightly drooping head, long curly brown hair, and a deep shadow over her face, revealing only a pointed pale chin.


    Mo Yi''s heart leaped wildly. His hands and feet were cold. A thin layer of sweat came out from his forehead, which flowed slowly down the hot temple.


    He subconsciously took a step forward, and the situation in his eyes became more and more clear -


    with an extremely slow speed, Jiang yuanrou slowly walked along the corridor. The pattern of dark green wallpaper on the wall of the corridor seemed to move and rotate without trace.


    Her movements were stiff, and she seemed to be manipulated by something, and she walked towards the end of the corridor step by step.


    Mo Yi''s eyes moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the end of the corridor.


    There is a deep red door, bright, rich blood color, it seems that there is blood slowly flowing down the straight door frame, the dazzling blood color is deeply imprinted on the wall.


    - "up is down.".


    To go is to stay.


    If Edwin was right, they were slowly moving up in the elevator, but they were actually moving slowly into the depths.


    If Jiang yuanrou walked out of that door, she left in the deepest part of this copy


    Then she will be left forever.


    Mo Yi''s heart was violently pulled up. The cold feeling spread from the bottom of his feet and pushed straight to the top of his head. A huge shiver spread through his nerves to all parts of his body.


    He took a big step forward and rushed to the window, slapping his palm against the cold glass subconsciously.


    He heard his hoarse voice echoing in the dead and narrow corridor:


    "yuanrou


    Mo Yi slapped at the fuzzy and hard glass, and the hot pain of gravel friction came from his throat, and the sharp pain came from the injured finger root, as if the dull rusty knife was cutting hard on the nerve, bringing palpitation pain.


    Just then, the soft, child''s voice sounded behind his back.His voice sounds cold and smooth, as if it were some kind of grim cold-blooded animal, slowly wriggling and contracting the soft body, leaving cold and slippery marks on the skin, and bringing up a series of goose bumps and physiological shudders:


    "-- you let me out, I help you save her, how about?"


    "Mutual benefit and mutual benefit."


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 Chapter 116-117

    Mo Yi''s wet palm sticks to the hard glass, and the edge of the palm turns white due to the force. The glass under the palm is stained with some human body temperature, which in turn burns his cold palm.


    Dense pain from the root of the injured finger, needle like stimulation of nerve endings.


    He released his hand, and a white handprint was printed on the cold and turbid glass. The lines with fog shrank slowly and disappeared with the departure of the palm pressing on it.


    Mo Yi looks at Jiang yuanrou''s stiff side face across the window for a moment. Then he turns back and covers his dark eyes to the door.


    I saw that the steel plate welded on the dirty door panel had fallen down, and those withered and pale fingers had shrunk back, leaving only a deep shadow leaking out from the gap under the steel plate.


    "Did you do it?"


    Mo Yi''s voice is slightly dull. It sounds as if there are gravel rubbing in the throat. There seems to be something complicated and depressing and surging.


    Behind the thin door came a soft, joyful giggle, and the child''s soft voice reached his ears through the dead Corridor:


    "how could it be? Don''t you think I''m locked up


    In the quiet air of the corridor, there is no sound


    With the child''s voice deliberately lowered, Mo Yi can see through one of the windows that Jiang yuanrou''s thin and petite figure walks slowly towards the blood red door with a strange rhythm and rigid steps.


    Mo Yi''s voice line is stiff and tight. Listen carefully and you can almost hear a slight tremor:


    " How can I let you out? "


    The child voice behind the door brought a little gloomy pleasure: "the key is in the room you just came out of. You find it, then take it out and open my door. I will help save your partner."


    After listening to Edwin''s words, Mo Yi''s voice became anxious, mixed with unconscious tension and helplessness, like a bow string that was stretched to the extreme. With a little more force, it could be broken:


    "but..."


    Edwin''s tender voice, with a gloomy displeasure, interrupted him coldly:


    "do you want her to live?"


    Mo Yi''s breath was slightly stagnant, with a little forbearance and helplessness in his voice. The low voice seemed to gnash teeth:


    " All right


    Then, before Edwin could say anything, Mo Yi''s breath was disordered, and the voice line sounded unsteadily in the dead and deep Corridor:


    "I don''t know the specific location of the key, I don''t know how long it will take to find it --"


    his voice suddenly sank, with a little ruthlessness and determination: "if, if yuanrou is dead, that is It''s impossible for me to find the key and let you out. "


    Edwin''s childish voice was a little impatient: "until you find her, I promise she won''t have an accident."


    His voice then became vicious and cold:


    "of course, you''d better find it in ten minutes, otherwise I can''t guarantee what happened to her


    ¡°¡­¡­ Good. " Mo Yi''s throat dry spits out a monotonous word, and then turns to speed up the pace toward the door he just came out of.


    He stretched out his hand to open the door behind him. The strong smell of blood and dust came to him, and the shadow and darkness gathered with him and swallowed up his body.


    The door panels, wrapped in dark green wallpaper, closed behind him, keeping out the faint light in the corridor.


    Mo Yi''s distinct emotional fluctuations and feelings immediately disappeared.


    The entanglement, anger and tension just now seemed like a thin layer of frost and snow under the sun, leaving only a slightly cold and hard ground, which almost made people think that everything just happened was just a mirage like illusion.


    He turned on the flashlight in his hand.


    With the "click" light ring, the pale lamp post will light up, Mo Yi''s bloodless face will also be dyed with a layer of pale color, which looks like a ghost in the dark room.


    His dark eyes lifted slightly and looked coldly ahead.


    "Mutual benefit" with Edwin is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger. Even if a decision is made for a good purpose, it is likely that he will regret it later.


    In addition, he himself does not care about human life, whether it is Jiang yuanrou''s or his own.


    If Jiang yuanrou is in danger by his side, he will help her as much as possible. But if Jiang yuanrou is in danger due to his own wrong judgment after the separation of the two, it can only be his own fault


    It is extremely stupid for Mo Yi to make an unwise decision just to save her life.


    Plus According to the frequent occurrence of illusions in this copy, whether it is Jiang yuanrou remains to be discussed.Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and two small bright lights were printed on his pupils, just like the cold stars and moon.


    Therefore, at the very beginning, he would appear to be deeply influenced by Jiang yuanrou''s danger, so that Edwin would think that he had mastered an extremely useful chip, a chip that could completely control him. Only in this way, would he be paralyzed and intoxicated with the joy of his imminent victory, showing his weakness and weakness in a few words.


    So at the beginning, Mo Yi slapped the window and called out Jiang yuanrou''s name affectionately at the beginning, and made himself uneasy and led by the nose in the subsequent confrontations, and then, bit by bit, subtly tested each other.


    And according to Edwin''s words, there was a small, inconspicuous loophole.


    Mo Yi started to pace slowly in the room. His eyes wandered around the house with the movement of the flashlight and thought carelessly.


    at the beginning, Edwin said that Jiang yuanrou''s current situation was not caused by him, because he was deeply locked in the room, which is likely to be true.


    Because the key to his room is next door, but he can''t get it. This shows that after he is locked into the room, his control on this floor is greatly limited, so he let himself go to find the key.


    Mo Yi walked slowly along the wall of the room. As he walked, he bent his knuckles and gently knocked on the wall, trying to find out whether there was a interlayer inside.


    Dark green wallpaper covered the wall below hard and cold, sonorous sound - solid.


    He pursed his lips and continued to think in his mind.


    -- just now, in the confrontation with Edwin, when he proposed that "we need to ensure the safety of Jiang yuanrou''s life while looking for the key himself", Edwin easily agreed and set a time limit not short for him.


    And since he is so eager to be free again, it is unlikely to deceive him on this point.


    After all, Mo Yi made his point very clearly - if Jiang yuanrou and Jiang yuanrou died after he found the key, their transaction would not be established.


    So Edwin obviously has some control over Jiang yuanrou.


    Jiang yuanrou, who lost control in such a short distance, has the ability to "ensure her safety for ten minutes" in a corridor. In addition, the window which is very "coincidentally" appears at the door where he comes out and can see the corridor opposite. The end of the corridor happens to be the key blood red one Door.


    There is only one reasonable explanation for the superposition of so many "coincidences".


    From the beginning, what he saw was not real, it was all manipulated by Edwin in in that door.


    But The key still needs to be found.


    It is not only a rare clue in this rare copy, but also a very important chip in the future.


    But However, Edwin can clearly describe the separation between Mo Yi and Jiang yuanrou, and can also clearly visualize Jiang yuanrou''s appearance without any flaws


    There are only two possibilities.


    First, his control on this floor is not as weak as Mo Yi thought. Second, he has met Jiang yuanrou and may even have had communication with her.


    Mo Yi''s heart is filled with a little bit of uneasiness, and some slight and ominous ripples slowly appear in his heart. No matter what the reason is, it is not what he wants to see.


    He took a deep breath, pressed down his disorganized thoughts, then stood at the root of the wall, raised his dark eyes, and looked thoughtfully at the void in the dark.


    Mo Yi has walked around the room for a whole circle. There is no place for hiding things in the surrounding walls. Although the room is very large, there is not much in it and there is no complicated structure. Basically, you can see through it at a glance.


    Where is the key?


    Mo Yi slowly frowned, and unconsciously rubbed his cold fingertips. His eyes subconsciously fell on the broken doll which was scattered on the floor of the room. He couldn''t help being slightly stunned.


    he hurried forward, then squatted down, picked up the toy, and fell off his arms and legs, and an old smell of dust came into his nasal cavity.


    There seems to be no place to hide things


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and went to the dismembered plush toy and carefully searched the lumped cotton inside its belly. He also found nothing.


    He stepped to the body of the mouse, endured the shallow nausea in his heart, slowly put his finger into the exposed belly of the mouse, and searched in the greasy viscera of its small body.


    No.


    Mo Yi seems to have found the knack. His movement speeds up. After searching for no fruit in the cat''s bony body, he turns his eyes to the perfectly complete and skilled male corpse that has been dissected.


    He got up, walked slowly to the body, squatted down, put his palm into his exposed viscera and flipped.The smell of blood in the air became more and more strong, and the people who smoked were almost suffocating.


    Mo Yi endured the discomfort and nausea in his heart, and slowly moved his fingers which were deeply trapped in the cold and sticky viscera of the corpse.


    After groping through the broken intestines and lungs, his fingertips seemed to touch something cold and hard.


    It seems to be the outline of a key.


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    With his forefinger and thumb, he twisted the hard key, which was deeply buried in his viscera, and with a slight effort, he pulled his hand out of the cold belly of the corpse.


    With the sound of sticky friction, the smell of blood and rotten smell in the room became more and more strong.


    Mo Yi holds his breath slightly to contain the nausea in his stomach, and then uses a flashlight to shine on his hands.


    In the dark red blood and visceral debris, a small key lies quietly in his palm, reflecting a slight halo in the light of the flashlight.


    Its surface is not smooth. It has a bumpy feeling of friction. Dark maroon marks are deeply printed on the key, and it can''t tell whether it is rust or blood.


    Mo Yi opened his knapsack with one hand, pulled out several paper towels from it, wiped his palm covered with cold blood, and then carefully wiped the key again.


    A rusty key was revealed.


    Mo Yi looked over and over for a while and found nothing special, so he carried it into his pocket.


    He looked down at his watch, and now there was not much time left for ten minutes, and it was time to find Edwin.


    Mo Yi stood up and squatted for too long, which made his eyes a little dark. He blinked his eyes, then moved his stiff legs, and then walked towards the door.


    He opened the door, and the dim light in the corridor flashed through the slowly widening crack of the door.


    Familiar scenery reappeared in front of me, narrow narrow corridor, dark green old wallpaper, and that blurred window.


    Mo Yi''s eyes fell on the blurred glass without a trace.


    There was still the handprint he had just printed on it. The white fog had almost disappeared. The lines on half of his palm remained on the cold surface of the glass.


    Through the glass, Mo Yi can see Jiang yuanrou standing stiff in the corridor with her petite body back to him. Her back is tight and her limbs are tense. She seems to be pulled by something, standing in the middle of the corridor.


    Edwin''s voice came from behind. The young voice was a little anxious: "have you found the key?"


    Mo Yi turned to take a look at the tightly closed door panel. The mottled door panel was colorful, just like an old dirty canvas.


    The child''s voice came through the crack of the steel plate welded under the door, which sounded a little more anxious than before:


    "have you found it?"


    Mo Yi said, "well, how can I know that after opening the door for you, you will fulfill your promise?"


    Edwin''s voice was surreal: "you can''t, but without me, she will die."


    Mo Yi slightly lowered his eyes, and his sight fell thoughtfully on the half closed steel plate, slowly sketching the cool white light reflected above.


    When he opened his mouth, his voice was impatient and uneasy, which did not match his expression:


    "OK..."


    Edwin laughed, and before he could say anything more, he just heard Mo Yi say:


    "but Which key? "


    Edwin obviously choked for a moment, and for a few seconds he said darkly:


    "what do you mean?"


    Mo Yi:


    "I found three keys in that room, which one opened your door?"


    His fingers were in his trouser pocket, and he slowly stirred the three keys in his pocket. Two were copper keys and silver keys that had been used on the second floor of the lower floor, and one was the rusty key he had just found in the corpse in the room.


    The clanking of metal rattled in his pocket.


    Mo Yi continued without changing his face: "I found one in the doll''s stomach, one in the mouse''s stomach, and one in the human body."


    Edwin''s voice rose abruptly and said in disbelief:


    "how could there be three? impossible! No way


    Mo Yi had some notes in his mind. Although the boss of the first two floors was limited by the physical conditions of each floor, he did not seem to be able to communicate with him. Therefore, he could not confirm the ability of "Edwin", who was able to communicate or even discuss conditions with him.


    And now it seems that Edwin, who was locked in the door, had no control over the corridor that he was afraid of, if he could not tell such a lie.


    This proves two things.


    One is that Jiang yuanrou seen in that window is fake; the other is Edwin once met Jiang yuanrou.


    Mo Yi''s heart already had the bottom, on the surface is still silent, deliberately opened his mouth and asked: "or I''ll try them one by one? "The air pressure in the door was even lower, and the narrow corridor was silent. It was a long time before Edwin said darkly:


    " Not at all. "


    Sure enough.


    Mo Yi clearly lowered his eyes - according to Edwin''s suspicious and fickle, he found that the development of things was completely different from what he had imagined. Naturally, he did not dare to try it easily, for fear that there would be some traps in it.


    What''s more, if it is really according to what he said, the other two layers of boss are Edwin''s other two personalities, and their relationship is not harmonious Then the gap between them can make Mo Yi''s lie even more difficult to uncover.


    Mo Yi''s lips were slightly raised, but his face still showed a puzzled look. He pondered for a while, and then he said:


    "nayuanrou..."


    There was no sound in the door.


    Mo Yi struck the iron while it was hot, and his voice said eagerly: "I, I can go to other places on this floor to find the whereabouts of other keys. If you can guarantee yuanrou''s safety during this period of time..."


    This proposal is reasonable.


    Edwin''s voice came from the door, and his childlike voice matched his gloomy tone. Through the thick door panel, it sounded very strange:


    " Yes, but if there is anything wrong with you, don''t forget that your companion is still in my hands. "


    Mo Yi''s face did not change, but the words in his mouth were the opposite of his eagerness and uneasiness:


    "I, I know."


    Then, some hesitated to speak, the volume was a little weak: "do you have any doubts? Where else do you think the key might be? At least I have a goal to find... "


    Mo Yi held his breath slightly, waiting for Edwin to step into this small trap.


    The copy itself gives too few clues, and the corridor on this floor is too complex and changeable. Blind search will only waste a little time, and the information obtained from the boss is different


    He thinks that the location where the key may be hidden must have a special position in this copy, and may become the key point of this breakthrough.


    Mo Yi''s heart strings were tense quietly -


    after the silence, Edwin''s bleak voice came from him:


    " There is one room, another corridor. If there is no key in the next room, it can only be there. "


    Mo Yi quietly continued to ask: "the terrain here is too complex, you say that I may not find..."


    It was a gloomy silence again.


    Rusty metal friction "squeak" sound, only to see a dirty ball of paper was thrown out from under the metal partition, rolled two times on the thin greasy carpet, and stopped trembling on the ground.


    Mo Yi raised his lips with restraint, stepped forward and bent over to pick up the paper ball from the carpet.


    With the sound of paper rubbing, his fingers deftly flattened the paper, revealing the crumpled surface of the paper.


    The simple map with crayon on it is crooked and twisted. The lines are tender. It is a child''s handwriting.


    Mo Yi bent his eyes and knew that this was the best result he could get, so he gave up when he was good and said:


    "please protect yuanrou. I will come back as soon as possible."


    His voice is firm and mixed with a bit of urgency, there is a trace of fear and anxiety, it sounds very realistic.


    After that, Mo Yi did not hesitate to open his legs, turned up the light of the flashlight to the highest, and then walked quickly towards the deep corridor, leaving the closed door behind him.


    The light in front of the more dim, in the flashlight shaking light under the lighting appears more and more ghostly, heavy shadows as in the dark green wallpaper shaking, so that the above dark green butterfly seems to be moving slowly.


    Mo Yi sketched the outline of the map drawn on the note in his mind, then speeded up his pace with ease, shuttling through the maze like corridor.


    Almost the same corridor on the road almost gives people a kind of visual fatigue, everywhere similar scenery makes people unconsciously produce physiological paralysis.


    Mo Yi lowered his head again and looked at the crumpled paper in his hand, and then slowly stood still.


    A little further forward would be the room on the map.


    He gazed at the crooked lines of the paper for a few seconds, carefully smoothed and folded it, then stuffed it into his pocket.


    After finishing all this, Mo Yi raised his head and took a deep breath, and then walked towards the shadow covered corridor in front of him.


    A door is quietly inlaid at the end of the corridor. The paint on the wooden door is mottled and peeling, and it looks very old.


    It is not different from the rooms that Mo Yi passed by all the way. The door of this room is half closed, and the deep darkness without light and shadow penetrates through the crack of the door. It seems that something is peeping behind the door.Mo Yi slowly exhaled a breath, and then walked forward quickly.


    He reached out his hand to push the door open, but his action was stopped as his cool fingers were about to touch the door panel.


    Mo Yi slightly narrowed his eyes, extended his hand in a different direction, and slowly stroked the side of the wooden door.


    With his movements, there are small pieces of sawdust falling down and floating under the light column of the flashlight. It looks like dust, and the rough touch comes along the fingertips -


    the door was destroyed by force That is to say, it was knocked open.


    And the trace on it is very brand-new, which shows that this should be a recent event


    An unexpected name slowly floated to Mo Yi''s mind:


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 Chapter 119

    Mo Yi frowned slowly and gazed at the corridor in front of him.


    The air was filled with the smell of old carpets and rotten wood, and the faint smell of blood coming from the room behind him blended into a disturbing smell, which spread through the long dead and dark corridor.


    He slowly walked out a few steps, the broken carpet under his feet could not cover the floor, and then uttered a groan of despair.


    The cracked ground is covered with spider web marks, extending from the door to the dark end of the corridor. It looks like a tentacle coming out of the shadow, deeply engraved on the dusty ground and slowly protruding from under the carpet.


    Mo Yi circled the corridor roughly with a flashlight. The cold light column showed every strange detail.


    He pursed his lips, and the lines between his brows grew deeper.


    It''s not likely to be entering an illusion. The purpose of the illusion is to deprive players of their sense of reality and to make them unconsciously follow the guidance of the illusion. Therefore, the dreamland in this replica will try to make the players feel that they have been confused, instead of making drastic changes to the environment in the copy as now.


    So, if it''s not a fantasy, a copy can change so dramatically without warning


    Another possibility leaps into Mo Yi''s mind, which makes him have a rapid pulse and shortness of breath --


    the opening of the branch plot.


    This is the most optimistic and possible guess.


    Jiang yuanrou is a veteran player with rich experience. If she can understand the hint given to her by Mo Yi when she was in the corridor just now, and realize that the key clue of this copy is her experience in the previous copy, it is not very difficult to open the branch plot.


    In addition to the trace in the room just now - Jiang yuanrou may have entered the room and found the key clues. In addition, she has met Edwin, who is locked in the room, so she can only grasp more clues than he, not less than him


    Wait, Edwin, locked in the room!


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes are slightly stunned. He frowns and stares at the appalling situation in this corridor, and his heart is filled with indescribable uneasiness.


    Subconsciously, he clenched the flashlight in his hand, rubbing its hard metal shell with his cold fingers.


    Mo Yi started his steps and walked in the direction he had just arrived according to the route in his memory. His pace was rapid, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. The walls around him gathered up the echo of his steps, which sounded very disturbing.


    He walked through the long, dirty, dusty corridor, turning its forks.


    Mo Yi was more and more frightened.


    The walls in the corridor seem to have been shaken by something, twisted and skewed. The head of the corridor is covered with startling cracks like spider webs. The whole corridor seems to have been twisted by one hand, and the ground has become rugged.


    Finally, he came to the corridor where he had just left.


    The wall lamp in the Central Plains of the corridor has been extinguished. There is a deep darkness in front of the corridor. There is a palpable silence in the darkness, which makes people wonder whether there is something hidden in the dark.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, and his palm was covered with a layer of cold sweat. He adjusted his flashlight, and then walked to the deep corridor without hesitation.


    Everywhere the lights went, it seemed that the more we went in, the worse the corridor was - bricks and dust falling from the ceiling, the dirty wallpaper rolled up to reveal the cold, gray walls, and the smell of disaster filled the corridor.


    Mo Yi''s eyes stay on the right wall for a few seconds.


    There is a large mirror, the fuzzy mirror is covered with dust, the surface of the glass is full of messy dense cracks.


    In one corner of the mirror, through the thick dust and dense cracks, we can see a fragmentary fuzzy palm print on the surface of the glass - this should be the "window" Edwin had let him see before.


    He looked inside, where there was another corridor and a blood red door. Only his own image was printed in the center of the cracked mirror. The light in his hand was the only light source in the corridor, leaving small spots on the broken mirrors.


    Mo Yi moved his Adam''s knot, and his throat was dry. With his movements, he felt a burning pain.


    He breathed slowly, then turned his head and looked at his side -


    although he had already prepared himself, Mo Yi still took a breath when he saw the scene in front of him.


    The wall of the house in which Edwin was shut was completely twisted; the door panel had been squeezed out of the door frame and broken into pieces scattered on the ground. The iron plate lay in the dust not far away, leaving only a half board attached to the shaft of the door and dangling in mid air.


    The black twisted door frame grinned at Mo Yi, revealing a silent and ironic laugh.Mo Yi only felt that his breath was stuck in his throat, and his head was dizzy and suffocated for a while.


    ¡­¡­ The door opened.


    Before his confused mind could react to the situation in front of him, he saw a pale hand stretched out of the door without warning, grabbed Mo Yi''s arm, and then pulled him into the door!


    Mo Yi felt dizzy in front of him. He hit the cold and hard wall heavily behind his back. The twisted and uneven surface hit his back, bringing a burst of unbearable pain.


    A pair of hands hooped his arms, so that he could not move against the wall.


    Mo Yi subconsciously wanted to struggle, but only heard a familiar voice close to his ear:


    "it''s me, don''t make a sound."


    Jiang yuanrou?


    Mo Yi''s eyes widened slightly due to surprise. For a moment, he even forgot to resist. A strong force took the flashlight away from his hand, and then only heard a slight "click" sound. The light column of the flashlight disappeared in an instant, and his eyes suddenly fell into a dark without light.


    In the dark, only two people''s disorderly intertwined breath sound.


    Jiang yuanrou, with a slight shiver in her gasping voice, approached Mo Yi and quickly said in a low voice:


    "now I understand the relationship between this copy and the previous one..."


    She paused and added in a low voice, "thank you very much."


    Mo Yi held his breath in the dark, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked in a breath, "have you opened a branch copy?"


    Jiang yuanrou''s breathing voice suddenly stagnated, and then he said in a hurry: -- Yes, but I didn''t really want to... "


    In the middle of her speech, she suddenly stopped and added in a dignified voice:


    "no, it''s not the time. We have something more important."


    Then, without waiting for Mo Yi to say anything, Jiang yuanrou sped up and said:


    "this copy and the boss of the previous copy are the same person, both Edwin. Edwin''s father is a serial murderer. He confines the victims to his basement for torture. When he was a child, Edwin was also the object of his father''s perversity My father was arrested and put in a mental hospital, and he was sent to a host family to grow up. "


    Mo Yi listened quietly, and his eyes fell thoughtfully into the darkness -


    according to the prompt that "up is down", although this layer is the top layer, it should be the deepest layer of Edwin''s consciousness, that is, the killing corridor of his father when he was a child. Therefore, the boss of this layer is Edwin in in his childhood.


    Jiang yuanrou continued to say:


    "Edwin''s host family is not good to him. The mistress does not treat him as directly and violently as his father, but treats him in a cruel and covert way..."


    She pauses, adding: "I think it was this extreme separation of paternity and motherhood that led to Edwin''s later split into two personalities, one male and one female."


    Mo Yi leaned against the wall and listened quietly. The cold feeling of the wall behind him intruded into the texture along the thin clothes. He could almost feel Jiang yuanrou holding his palm next door and trembling slightly. He only heard her speed up her speech and continued to say:


    "what I said just now is based on the clues I found in the previous copy, and what I found in this copy is supplemented After finishing Edwin''s experience -- "


    Mo Yi frowned slowly, interrupted her, and asked in a low voice:


    " wait, can you tell me what happened in the last copy now? "


    Jiang yuanrou''s face looks a little fuzzy in the dark. She takes a look at Mo Yi, then shakes her head in a hurry and nods again:


    "I can''t say that The game doesn''t allow you to communicate with the player''s previous copy, but after the branch plot is opened, the two copies have been merged by default. Naturally, the game will not prevent players from communicating clues in the copy they are in. "


    After a pause, she continued, "that''s the only benefit of opening the branch line ahead of time."


    After that, Jiang yuanrou did not wait for Mo Yi to react. He continued with the topic just now: "Edwin was admitted to medical school. He chose to treat mental illness in an extreme way, so he was stopped by the hospital. So he chose to go back to his father''s old house and conduct experiments in private --"


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, and recalled the room just now in his mind A mountain of corpses.


    Jiang yuanrou went on to say:


    "later, Edwin changed from treating mental patients with extreme methods to killing them. Later, he was arrested and diagnosed with schizophrenia."


    As soon as Jiang yuanrou''s voice dropped, she heard a familiar metallic voice:


    "dangdangdang! Congratulations to Mo Yi, player No.02, for unlocking the hidden plot of the escape game


    the branch task has been opened, and rich points will be awarded for completing the branch task. Please continue to work hard! "


    Hearing the sound of metal in the air, Jiang yuanrou seemed relieved. She let go of Mo Yi''s palm, stepped back a few steps, and then said in a deep voice:"In this copy, up is down. We seem to be close to the ground now, but we are actually deeper."


    Her words suddenly stopped, then she turned her head and looked at Mo Yi deeply:


    "if we want to leave Edwin''s spiritual world, we have to go back -"


    go back?


    A ridiculous idea flashed through Mo Yi''s mind.


    Before he asked, Jiang yuanrou gazed at him in the dark and whispered:


    "yes, back to the third floor."


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 Chapter 120

    Mo Yi''s heart is not clear for a moment. He quietly looks at Jiang yuanrou in the dark.


    Back to the third floor


    Although this conclusion is absurd, it is unexpectedly reasonable.


    "Do you know how to get back?" he asked in a low voice


    Jiang yuanrou is surprised. She stares at Mo Yi in the dark for a while, and then says in a low voice:


    " I thought you would ask me a lot of questions


    Mo Yi gave a low smile, and the deep sound wave was fleeting in the dead room:


    "if I ask, can you answer it?"


    Jiang yuanrou''s tight face relaxed a little, revealing a slight smile:


    " I''m afraid not. "


    Everything in this copy is unknown. Every step you take is highly uncertain. All the decisions you make can''t be guaranteed to be infallible and correct. It''s like walking in complete darkness. You can never be sure whether your next step is going to light or into the abyss.


    In the game, hesitation is death.


    The only thing we can do is to put all our eggs in one basket and bear all the consequences it brings.


    Mo Yi knows, and Jiang yuanrou knows.


    Everything is in silence.


    The atmosphere between the two relaxed a little bit, not as tight as before, almost suffocating.


    Mo Yi straightened up, stood up from the wall behind him, looked around his room roughly in the dark, and then slowly exhaled a foul breath:


    "and Anyway, this floor can''t stay any longer. "


    The consequences of Edwin''s release from this room were disastrous. Mo Yi was not naive enough to believe that he was deeply locked in the deep consciousness only because he didn''t want to mingle with the other two personalities, not to mention that he played Edwin once, and now to stay on the third floor is to seek death.


    Jiang yuanrou nodded solemnly, then lowered her voice and suddenly said in the dark:


    "I know how to go back."


    Mo Yi was stunned for half a second before she realized that she was answering his question just now. Just listen to Jiang yuanrou continue to say:


    "also I don''t know. I just have an idea. "


    Mo Yi nodded: "where are we going now?"


    Jiang yuanrou puts the flashlight back into Mo Yi''s palm. The cold fingers and the cold shell of the flashlight are almost integrated into one, leaving Mo Yi with a touch.


    Her voice rings in Mo Yi''s ear:


    "go to the elevator."


    One after another, they walked out of the distorted door frame and walked cautiously in the cracked and rugged corridor, trying not to let their own pace make any sound.


    However, the cracked ground and broken carpet always make a slight friction sound under their feet as people would like, and ring in the silent and long corridor, which makes people''s scalp numb.


    When they came to the room where Mo Yi found the key, Jiang yuanrou stepped forward, reached for the door plank firmly stuck in the twisted door frame, put one foot against the corner of the door frame, and then pulled it out.


    The fragile wooden door let out a hoarse groan and then burst open under the strong drag of Jiang yuanrou.


    She looked around the dark and quiet corridor warily. After confirming that her actions had not attracted any attention, she and Mo Yi walked in together.


    The dark and closed room is filled with a thick smell of dust. The sound of falling stones and sawdust on the ground is clear and distinct in the quiet room.


    Mo Yi''s pace slightly a meal, frowned hard.


    Jiang yuanrou, who is walking in front of her, realizes that Mo Yi is wrong. She also stops and turns her head and asks in a low voice, "what''s the matter?"


    Mo Yi didn''t answer, his eyebrows were tight, and his black eyes were tinged with a dignified look -


    something was wrong.


    His cold fingers subconsciously tightened, flicked the flashlight twice on the surface, and then seemed to have finally made up his mind, slowly pushed the flashlight switch up one space - the dim light column instantly lit up in the room, dispelling the darkness.


    Jiang yuanrou was startled by the sudden lighting. She squirmed her lower lip, as if to stop Mo Yi''s audacity, but finally swallowed the words she wanted to say back into her throat without saying anything.


    Mo Yi stood in the same place, slowly turning his body, and the light column of the flashlight in his hand slowly illuminated the scenery in the room with his movement -


    the room was in a mess, the broken ceiling and the ground were full of cracks after the earthquake, and the dirty carpet and wallpaper showed a dull brass color in the light, except that, it seemed that there was nothing like before 2


    Except, this room is empty.


    There are no broken and dismembered dolls and dolls, no animal corpses with open stomachs, and no man''s corpses with naked viscera and upper body''s flesh and blood spread into butterfly wings¡ª¡ªThe booty displayed in the room disappeared without a trace, and there was no trace of blood left on the ground.


    If Mo Yi''s nails were not covered with half solidified blood, he would almost think that the bodies were just his illusion.


    now he knows what his sense of violation is just now. The smell of blood and the smell of decay which has been so thick and almost unable to breathe in


    ''s room has disappeared completely, leaving only the dust smell of an old room.


    Mo Yi''s brows frown tightly, can''t help but feel a little uneasy.


    Jiang yuanrou also looked around the room in shock. She asked in a low voice, "this How could it be? "


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes to cover up the meditation in his eyes. He pursed his lips and interrupted Jiang yuanrou''s words:


    "I don''t know, but it''s not the time to worry about it. The top priority now is to leave the building."


    Jiang yuanrou restrained her exposed emotion, nodded slowly and took over the conversation:


    "yes, let''s go."


    Mo Yi finally looked around the room, as if he wanted to print the scene in his eyes. Then he put out the flashlight in his hand and walked on with Jiang yuanrou.


    After opening the door, the familiar corridor appeared in front of them.


    It didn''t seem to have been so badly damaged, and it still stubbornly maintained its former state.


    On both sides of the wall, only a few small wall lamps flickered faintly, and all the other lights had completely disappeared in a heavy and rich shadow, and the deep corridor ahead was shrouded in darkness.


    The dirty wallpaper could cover the slight cracks in the wall below, extending like a pulse to the distance.


    They walked into the corridor in the dark.


    As this corridor had no branches, it was a whole winding and complete corridor. In addition, there was no circular illusion that they couldn''t walk out to interrupt, so they soon came to the end.


    In the dark, the familiar metal door of the elevator is inlaid on the wall. Under the pressure, a dark crack is exposed between the slightly twisted metal doors. Several deep cracks spread out on the side wall, which goes deep into the ceiling, from which people can not help but feel a faint fear.


    There is no card slot on the wall next to the elevator.


    Jiang yuanrou takes a long breath, thrusts the flashlight in her hand to Mo Yi, and then steps forward.


    She put her fingertips into the gap between the metal doors, and her two arms were forced. With the sound of acid metal rubbing in the narrow and closed corridor, the gap between the two doors gradually expanded -


    Mo Yi was a little uneasy. He took a few steps forward: "can I help you..."


    Jiang yuanrou glanced back at him in a leisurely way. A smile came over her lips, and she lowered her voice and said:


    "no need."


    As soon as her voice fell, she only heard the dying hiss of the two metal doors, and then slowly separated the gap enough for one person to pass through.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    Mo Yi looks at Yijiang yuanrou''s slender arm and silently moves away from his sight.


    Jiang yuanrou steps back and takes the flashlight from Mo Yi''s hand. After opening it, she shines into the crack of the door. It''s dark inside. The metal wall of the elevator reflects light white light. The elevator hall is still there.


    She took a deep breath, then leaned over and skillfully got into the elevator.


    Elevator with her action issued a slight tremor and hoarse hoarse sound, Mo Yi can not help but lift the heart.


    Jiang yuanrou stood still in the elevator. Her voice came through the crack of the door: "there''s no problem inside."


    Mo Yi followed her and got into the elevator.


    The air in the elevator is cloudy and stuffy, and the dim light in the corridor shines into the dark space through the crack of the elevator door.


    The iron sheet under her feet trembled slightly, which made people feel uneasy standing on the steel wire.


    Jiang yuanrou turned on the flashlight to its maximum, and fumbled for something beside the small black screen in the elevator. She did not know what she had pressed, and then she deeply embedded her nails into the iron sheet, and then lifted the next one A metal plate -


    Jiang yuanrou breathed a sigh of relief and took out a magnetic card from his pocket.


    Under the light of the flashlight, Mo Yi saw the appearance of the magnetic card - it was covered with dark red from the beginning to the end, and it seemed that he did not know whether it was the solidified blood or its own color.


    Jiang yuanrou used the magnetic card to pull hard in the small metal plate, and the elevator seemed to be reinjected with vitality.


    A bright red number suddenly lights up on the dark screen: - 1


    the elevator door slowly closes, and a small scarlet inverted triangle appears next to the bright red number.


    There was a slight vibration in the elevator, and then it began to fall. Different from the previous several times, there was no sound in the elevator this time. Only the friction sound of the elevator falling quietly was heard, which made people uneasy.The air in the closed room is heavy and dreary.


    Jiang yuanrou took a long breath and wiped the sweat on her forehead with her hand. She said happily:


    " I thought I was wrong


    Mo Yi took the scarlet card from her hand, flipped it back and forth under the light of the flashlight, and observed it carefully for a while. She found that there was no information on it, only a piece of rich blood red, covering the whole card, emitting a faint smell of rust.


    Jiang yuanrou stood aside and said:


    "I found it in a room full of corpses. When I found it, there was a note with several lines of confused words under it. I guessed its use according to the above words."


    At this time, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something, and asked:


    "by the way, you just said you didn''t want to Don''t think about it? "


    Jiang yuanrou is stunned by Mo Yi''s sudden question. After her reaction, she can''t help but feel a little gloomy on her face. She pursed her lips and said:


    "after I came out of the corpse''s room, I entered the illusion. There are you in the dreamland."


    Mo Yi was stunned and only listened to Jiang yuanrou''s low tone and said slowly:


    "you asked me for clues about this copy, but I didn''t recognize it, so I told you the truth --"


    she lowered her eyelids and continued to say:


    "so the drama of the copy was opened, but your name was not in it, and then I realized I was trapped Into the fantasy, and then the fake you show a terrible smile, and then disappeared


    Jiang added: "then I went to see the prison where Edwin was trapped and found that he was gone. Then I heard your footsteps, so I hid in the empty room and waited for you to come."


    Mo Yi''s face is gloomy.


    He looked thoughtfully at the slowly moving inverted triangle on the screen and sorted out the new clues in this layer:


    the illusions in the other two layers were designed to confuse them and lure them to stay forever by this copy. The boss in the other two layers was also of low intelligence.


    This is not the case - the illusion in this layer can be manipulated by Edwin, who controls the illusion to let the player see what he wants the player to see, and then uses the player to achieve his goal.


    But the only question is


    When he saw the vision, he was right next to Edwin''s room, so he saw the picture of Jiang yuanrou being controlled.


    Jiang yuanrou entered the fantasy world just after the room where the corpse was placed


    If Edwin seduced her to open up the branch plot and wanted to get freedom through the transformation of the inner copy --


    then Edwin should still be in the state of being locked up at that time, and he should not be able to let Jiang yuanrou, who is so far away from him, see the fantasy.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows are deeply engraved by thinking, and for a moment, some of them are unable to understand.


    At this time, the speed of the elevator under the foot gradually slowed down, and then a sudden shock, steadily stopped.


    Mo Yi can''t help but be stunned. Subconsciously, he looks up at the small screen beside the elevator door.


    Between the upper blood red inverted triangle has stopped flashing, that bright red dazzling - 1 has become - 2.


    The next second, the door of the elevator opened slowly and silently.


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 Chapter 121

    The door of the elevator opened slowly.


    Two pressed and somewhat deformed metal doors opened a gap with difficulty, making a harsh squeak with the ground.


    Inside and outside the door was empty and dead darkness, only the number on the screen flashed blood red shimmer.


    The faint smell of blood came from the deep shadow outside the elevator. The light rust smell seemed to slide into the chest cavity along the breathing pipe, leaving a salty and astringent smell on the rough tongue coating.


    In the silence, Mo Yi could almost hear the resonance of his slow and even heartbeat and breath.


    He and Jiang yuanrou looked at each other, then leaned over and carefully squeezed out the gap between the elevator doors.


    The familiar corridor appeared in my memory.


    There is a pale and weak light in the deep of the corridor, but it is far from dispersing the shadow in the long corridor. In front of it is the high iron railing, reflecting the cold and dim light.


    It seems that there is no change before leaving, just like opening the branch line does not affect this floor.


    After all, Mo Yihe''s experience in front of the river is still moving.


    They breathed low and walked lightly to the railing.


    Mo Yi takes out the small silver key from his pocket, and then goes to the iron door. Jiang yuanrou opens the flashlight to illuminate the lock hole and holds it in his palm to prevent the light from leaking out.


    There was a slight click of the metal, and then the door opened slowly with the sound of the metal.


    Mo Yi slowly exhaled a breath, pressed the shaft of the iron door with one hand to prevent it from making sound, and then pushed the door out carefully.


    They went out in silence.


    The corridor in front of her eyes is divided into two forks. Mo Yi drops her eyes and estimates it in her heart. Then she makes a gesture to Jiang yuanrou:


    go straight.


    Although there are many rooms to hide when you walk to the right, but according to the performance of the boss on this floor, it is estimated that the same trick can''t deceive her for the second time.


    Although the woman left in this direction before, it was also a shortcut to get to the elevator faster.


    Jiang yuanrou nods, then turns off the flashlight in her hand, and goes with Mo Yi towards the front of her eyes.


    They walked through the unlit corridor and came to the fork in the road.


    Mo Yi subconsciously looked up at the wall illuminated by the pale light. There were two crooked characters written on the wall with half solidified bright blood: in area B, the blood flowed down the corner of the handwriting, leaving winding traces on the cold and dirty wall.


    He took two slow steps forward, leaning over and looking out.


    Familiar sounds pass into the eardrum.


    Tick, tick, tick.


    The vague sound of water drops coming from the darkness penetrates the stillness in the corridor evenly and rhythmically, which makes people tense subconsciously,


    Mo Yi is stunned, and his face is a little ugly.


    What''s different before is that this time the sound of water drops is coming from the direction of the elevator.


    In addition, the lights in the main corridor were almost all on when I came last time. This time, all the lights in the main corridor had been extinguished. Only a faint and continuous click could be heard from the deep darkness. It seemed that every point hit the human heart heavily.


    But as things stand now, they can only walk in the direction of the sound - who keeps the elevator deep in that direction.


    He turned his head and whispered to Jiang yuanrou, "you are walking behind me."


    The target of the boss in this layer is female players. In addition, the cooling time of her props has not passed. Now it is a dead end to be caught.


    Jiang yuanrou nods cautiously.


    Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath, and a thin layer of cold sweat oozed from his back. He turned on the flashlight in his hand -


    although this may expose his position, it is no different from going into the unknown darkness without any light source, which is the risk he must take.


    They walked slowly into the corridor, one in front of the other.


    As they step closer, the sound of water drops in their ears gradually becomes clear and loud from the distant and fuzzy, and the smell of blood in the air gradually becomes rich and crowded, occupying every sense of human being.


    Tick, tick, tick.


    At this time, Mo Yi suddenly slowed down, and he frowned slowly in the dark.


    There was a sticky and slippery feeling under the feet. With the sound of wet water, it was magnified several times in the dark and narrow corridor, and clearly passed into the eardrum.


    Mo Yi pressed his wrist and flashed to his feet.


    It took Mo Yi a few seconds to reflect the round spot of the flashlight reflected on the smooth mirror like ground. The whole ground in the front corridor was covered by dark red blood pools as flat as the lake.The smell of blood in the air almost condenses into substance, which makes people roll in the stomach.


    A ripple suddenly appeared on the mirror like blood pool illuminated by the flashlight. The gentle arc-shaped ripple slowly fainted from the distance, disturbing the spot of the flashlamp inverted on it into pieces.


    Tick tock.


    The sound of water drops seemed to be close at hand.


    Mo Yi''s heart is beating violently in his chest. His cold fingers subconsciously clench the flashlight in his hand, and his fingertips turn white due to the force.


    He slowly raised his wrist and looked in the direction of the ripple.


    The light column of the flashlight penetrates through the darkness, which is as rich as the entity, and lights up not far away.


    seeing the situation in front of him, Mo Yi''s eyes can''t help but stare slightly, and subconsciously takes a cold breath.


    On the wall a few steps away from him, a corpse was pinned high on the wall. Its body was like a butterfly made into a specimen. A pale and deformed face was facing Mo Yilai''s direction. Its eyes were a bright red slit, and its twisted lips grinned to the root of his ears, revealing a huge weird smile.


    The long silk skirt was soaked with blood and fell down with its life. The blood was dripping down the wet skirt --


    tick, tick, tick.


    The round ripples of blood on the mirror are like the round ripples of blood.


    The boss who chased them in the second basement before She was nailed to the wall like her victims.


    Jiang yuanrou also follows Mo Yi''s flashlight to see the scene in front of him and sends out a sharp breath behind him.


    She couldn''t control her volume a little, and for a moment she was incoherent:


    "this, this


    Mo Yi tentatively stepped forward and looked at the corpse hanging on the wall for a moment. It looked dead and motionless, as if it had died completely.


    His brow frowned tightly, but there was no relaxed mood in his heart. Instead, it was like a heavy stone pressing on his heart. It was heavy and frightening.


    The danger of this floor suddenly changed from known to unknown.


    And The woman who can kill this floor will only be more dangerous than her.


    Mo Yi subconsciously thought of Edwin, who was released from the negative layer. His lips closed tightly and his face was heavy.


    Jiang yuanrou also recovered from her shock just now. She was staring at the corpse nailed to the wall. Her face was still a little blue. She lowered her voice and said:


    "we have to leave this floor as soon as possible."


    They both thought of the same - this floor should not stay long.


    In front of the corridor, Mo Yirou turns to the end of the elevator and nods with the flashlight.


    The pool of blood under their feet made a sticky sound with their steps, echoing between the empty and silent walls.


    When they came to the elevator, Jiang yuanrou stepped forward like the last time and forced the crack of the elevator door open.


    Half of the elevator hall is exposed between two metal doors. It was stuck in the middle when Mo Yi went upstairs and stopped. Now it is obviously still stuck in the same place.


    Mo Yi stepped forward and bent down to shine in the elevator. The narrow space in the elevator was illuminated by the bright light column of flashlight.


    The inside of the elevator hall looks terrible. The metal skin on the ground and one side of the wall is not known to be pierced by something hard. The hard iron sheet rolls inward and twinkles with sharp luster under the light. Through the holes, you can see a deep darkness outside the elevator.


    It looks dangerous and terrifying.


    But it''s the only way.


    Jiang yuanrou takes a deep breath, supports the ground with her palm, and jumps into the elevator.


    The elevator under her feet made a hoarse sound with her movements, and the sound of the winch was tense. Mo Yi saw that the top of the elevator, which was even with his body, trembled violently, and then slowly came to rest in the dark.


    Mo Yi lifted his heart and let it go.


    He took off his backpack and threw it to Jiang yuanrou, who was standing in the middle of the elevator. He also learned from her just now, supported the ground with his palm, and then slowly and cautiously jumped into the elevator. Although he tried to lighten his action as much as possible, the elevator still made a sharp friction sound and then sank down.


    From the narrow closed space came the sound of rope tightening and the strange sound of metal piercing.


    Jiang yuanrou quickly stepped forward, and then skillfully fumbled around the small screen to find and open the metal plate.


    She swipe the scarlet card in the slot, and the elevator vibrates.


    The metal door of the elevator closed slowly.


    It''s the same as the bright red triangle on the screen last time.


    The elevator began to run slowly and soundlessly, speeding up and falling down.However, Mo Yi still did not dare to relax. He turned around and used the flashlight in his hand to illuminate the huge openings in the elevator.


    The hard steel wall seemed vulnerable to the attack of unknown creatures, and the white iron sheet rolled inward, looking like a bean curd that had been smashed.


    Through those irregular holes, we can see the darkness moving rapidly outside.


    The sharp blade of the iron sheet turned inward twinkled with strange light in the light of the flashlight, flickering with the slight shaking of the elevator.


    Mo Yi frowns slightly, steps forward and squats down, then tentatively reaches out his hand and gently wipes it on the turned iron sheet.


    He rubbed the belly of his fingers with a strange, greasy feel.


    Mo Yi unfolded his palm and looked at his fingertips under the light. He saw a layer of silver white fine powder on his cold finger belly.


    It seems that Scale powder?


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 Chapter 122

    Torch light column with the elevator''s bumpy fall and slightly shaking, printed on the ground irregular spot.


    Jiang yuanrou comes forward and looks at Mo Yi''s finger according to the light in his hand. He asks with some doubts:


    "what''s the matter? Did you find anything? "


    Mo Yi stretched out his palm to Jiang yuanrou. He saw a thin layer of silver white powder on the belly of his fingers. It felt greasy and strange, and shimmered in the light.


    "The powder sticks to the rolled iron sheet and I feel like scale powder," he said


    Jiang yuanrou was stunned. Then she looked at the flake like powder on his belly and asked:


    "you mean Like the one on the wings of butterflies and moths? "


    Mo Yi nodded. His face was a little grim in the backlight. He patted the scales off his fingers and stood up.


    His eyes are still locked thoughtfully at the bottom of the elevator, which is pierced and tilted. The sharp edge is slightly fluorescent in the light of the flashlight, which is the mark left by the scale powder.


    From the beginning of this copy, "Butterfly" has been haunting like a ghost.


    Whether it''s a butterfly drawn in blood after the end of the fantasy, or the scales on the butterfly''s wings that appear at the break of the elevator, the entire copy seems to be entangled with this small insect from the beginning to the end.


    Mo Yi''s heart has an inexplicable premonition that they are about to touch the core of the entire copy.


    The elevator, which is generally closed by an iron box, suddenly vibrates twice, and then stops slowly. Mo Yi looks up at the screen with a faint halo, and the numbers on it flash with ominous blood color light: - 3.


    This is where it all starts.


    Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath. His eyes were firmly fixed on the two tightly closed metal doors. He saw that a gap opened and then slowly separated toward both sides.


    The shallow smell of blood slowly came in from the open metal door, mixed with the smell of old and rotten dust. From the deep of the dark, the cold and cold air in the corridor diffused in the closed and warm elevator room, making people feel the temperature drop clearly.


    The cold air penetrated into the texture of his thin shirt, which made Mo Yi shiver a little and his skin was covered with goose bumps.


    Jiang yuanrou exchanged a look with him, then walked out of the elevator back and forth and walked toward the deep corridor.


    Here Zhongyuan is not as open as the first two corridors. Instead, it is filled with numerous sundries, presenting a strange look of disorder.


    In the dark corridor under the light of flashlight, there are countless fuzzy shadows, which are piled up in the corridor, blocking the two people''s way forward.


    It seems that everything is the same as before leaving.


    Yellowed papers and papers were scattered on the dirty floor, old desks and chairs without arms and legs were lying disorderly in the middle of the corridor. The walls illuminated by the flickering flashlight showed unidentified graffiti. Dark brown blood dried up on the mottled walls, sketching countless crazy scribbles.


    The corridor is filled with an indescribable strange smell, which seems to be a mixture of hospital disinfectant and strong bloody smell. It is dead and static in the whole dark corridor and invades the human respiratory tract coldly.


    The door of the elevator closed slowly behind them, making a slight metal friction squeak.


    Mo Yi is familiar with this layer, while Jiang yuanrou basically knows nothing about the third floor because he wakes up in the second floor.


    He sipped his lips and swayed his flashlight to one side of the room.


    The scene in the room next to the elevator is illuminated by a flash of light. The bodies and miscellaneous objects inside are hidden in deep shadows, showing some clues in the flash of light.


    It''s no different from when you leave.


    Mo Yi turns his head and looks at Jiang yuanrou standing beside him. He lowers his voice and asks, "where are we going next?"


    This layer should be the deepest layer. According to the tips in this copy, it should also be the surface layer of Edwin''s consciousness. However, even in this case, they still did not leave Edwin''s spiritual world.


    In Mo Yi''s impression, there is no other elevator for them to take this time.


    So how do you leave them?


    Jiang yuanrou turns her head and looks at Mo Yi. Her face looks a little fuzzy in the pale light of the flashlight. She smiles bitterly:


    "in fact I don''t know. "


    She took a deep breath, slowly opened her mouth and said, "the exit should be on this floor, but I don''t really know where and what it looks like


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly and nodded to show that he understood. He took out the map he had found in this floor from his backpack, then unfolded it in the light of a flashlight, and then said:"This is the map I found on this floor before. Maybe we can find some clues."


    Jiang yuanrou nods and looks at the paper in his hand.


    According to the description of this floor on this map, the third floor is actually much smaller than the other two floors. It is a straight corridor with elevators at one end, staff rooms at the other end, and several narrow wards on both sides of the corridor.


    Jiang yuanrou pointed her finger at the blackened room and asked in a low voice:


    "do you know what this is?"


    Mo Yi nodded his head and replied:


    "well, this is the place where mental patients do healing experiments. It is in this place that I first entered the fantasy world."


    Jiang yuanrou whispered thoughtfully: "it sounds like a very important place."


    Mo Yi nodded approvingly, folded the map again and put it in his pocket. Then he said, "let''s go and have a look. Maybe we can find some new clues."


    When they finished, they went to the deep corridor one after the other.


    They carefully bypass the ground to block the debris in front of them, and pass through the middle, so as to prevent their actions from accidentally touching something and making unexpected sounds.


    The only light tube above the corridor lights up a small area in front of it -


    it also lights up the dark red blood on the ground.


    The strong smell of blood drifts into the nose, and the cold air seeps into the lungs, bringing a cold to tingling sensation.


    Mo Yi is slightly stunned. He turns his head and exchanges a look of doubt and uneasiness with Jiang yuanrou.


    This scene It seems familiar.


    Mo Yi subconsciously pursed his lips, and his pale lip line stretched straight into a straight arc. He took a deep breath, subconsciously accelerated his pace, and walked toward the darkness of the corridor --


    the light of the flashlight shone into the darkness ahead with his steps.


    A corpse was nailed high on the wall. It looked like a nailed insect specimen. It stuck tightly to the dirty wall. There were traces of dark red blood winding through the wall. At the foot of the body was a half dry pool of blood.


    It was a man with a broken neck and a pale face covered by shadows.


    Mo Yi moved to the side and changed the angle from which he could see the man''s face.


    he saw a huge and strange smile on his face, his twisted lips were grinned to the root of his ears, and his eyes were two blood red gaps, staring at a point in the void.


    He has had similar experience before, but Mo Yi is not so shocked this time.


    His eyebrows slowly closed, a pair of dark eyes sliding down the ugly body, as if the real eyes inch by inch across the man in front of him, and then finally stay on the ground.


    Jiang yuanrou takes a look at the corpse and then turns to Mo Yi:


    "this Is it the boss of this floor? "


    Mo Yi nodded, her pale lips pressed more tightly, and her expression on her face became somewhat gloomy.


    Jiang yuanrou took a breath and said:


    "is it Edwin who was released from the negative floor? He turned out Is it so terrible? "


    Mo Yi suddenly stepped forward a few steps, and then squatted down without warning. He reached out and touched the blood on the ground.


    He looked up at Jiang yuanrou, pale and dignified, and slowly shook his head:


    "I don''t think it''s him."


    Jiang yuanrou is stunned.


    Mo Yi lowered his head and slowly rubbed the belly of his fingers. The dark red blood stains between his fingers were stained by his movements. The sticky touch was transmitted to the brain along the nerve endings. He paused, and then said:


    "the blood of the corpse in the negative second layer can still flow, and this layer of blood has dried up."


    Jiang yuanrou was stunned. Her eyes flashed slightly. She whispered and said, "so The boss of the third floor was the first to be killed, while the woman of the second floor was killed after he died


    Mo Yi nodded, propped up his knee with his palm, turned his head and looked at Jiang yuanrou: "on this floor, I seem to have met two boss, but because I have not been sure that the person who pushed me is an illusion, so I did not mention it."


    Mo Yi pauses, his voice is a little bit hoarse and continues to say:


    " Now it seems likely that he is not my illusion, but a real one


    Jiang yuanrou suddenly raised her head. Her bright light brown eyes were staring at Mo Yi. She said in disbelief:


    "he has been following you..."


    Mo Yi nodded with some difficulty, looked at the hanged corpse in a complicated way, and then said:


    "and I suspect that the one who makes you fall into a dreamland on the lower floor is not Edwin who is locked up, but the boss who comes down with me. He deceives you to open a branch line, not to let Edwin out..."Jiang yuanrou''s face is white and her eyes are solemn and cold. She opens her mouth and receives Mo Yi''s unfinished voice:


    "-- but to let herself in."


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 Chapter 123

    The narrow and deep corridor is filled with a faint smell of blood, and the deep shadow is trapped by the dirty and bloody walls.


    Not far away were the rustling lights, casting a dim light down.


    The hypothesis put forward just now makes people shudder -


    there must be an evil personality in the split personality of such a serial killer. Then he killed the boss of the third floor and the second floor, and tried to open the door of the second floor, in order to seize the control of Edwin''s body.


    Mo Yi raised her eyes and finally took a deep look at the body that was hanging on the wall. Then she turned to Jiang yuanrou, who was standing on the side, and said:


    "let''s go. Let''s go to the room and have a look. Maybe we can find some clues."


    Jiang yuanrou''s face was still white. She took a deep breath and nodded slowly:


    "OK."


    Now, the only way they can find clues is to leave as far as possible.


    Mo Yi looks down at his watch: it''s less than an hour before this copy ends.


    Now they have not only failed to find Jiang Yuanbai, but also failed to find any relevant clues.


    However, if you miss this copy, it is impossible to save Jiang Yuanbai.


    This is the first time that Mo Yi wants the replica to live longer, so that they can stay in the replica for a longer time.


    He put down his wrist, slowly let out a breath, then moved his finger slightly and adjusted the flashlight in his hand.


    Straight beams of light shine into the darkness deep in the corridor, and the slightly shaking light illuminates the undulating shadows in the dark corridor ahead, and outlines the fuzzy outline.


    They walked one after the other into the corridor.


    Although the boss of this layer has no threat to them, there are still more hidden and unknown dangers waiting for them. This recognition has cast an indelible shadow on their hearts, which makes them have to be more cautious.


    The atmosphere in the corridor is heavy and tense, which makes people nervous to deal with what may happen next.


    They soon came to the blackened door.


    Mo Yi takes a look at Jiang yuanrou, exchanges a certain look, and then pushes the door inward with a slight force of his fingertips.


    The door of the room slid slowly and silently into the darkness.


    The door frame is like a huge dark mouth, showing the empty hole inside, as if waiting for something.


    Mo Yi took a few steps to the interior of the room with his flashlight in his hand -


    the area inside was not small. The cold iron bed was scattered in disorder in the room. The curtain without color was knocked down on the wet and dirty ground. Half of the rusty railings were on the ground, flashing cold light under the light.


    On one side of the room is the familiar iron bed, the tie belt is scattered on the mottled leather, and on the side of the table is an old dusty instrument. Countless dense wires hang down, and electrodes of different colors are connected at the end of the wire.


    And the two iron beds that had been bound with corpses were not surprisingly empty.


    Just like the corpse in the room on the negative floor, it disappeared completely, and there was no blood left on the ground.


    The light of the flashlight fell on one of the iron beds, and the binding band was empty on the dirty leather bed. The sharp ice cones lay quietly on the top of the iron bed, and the iron tip flashed cold light under the light.


    There was no trace of brain or blood on it.


    Mo Yi looked at the bed thoughtfully, and then moved his flashlight to the other corner of the room.


    But the butterfly on the wall of the room, which was only outlined with blood, was still bright and dazzling. Its ugly and bloated body was tightly attached to the wall and ceiling, looking twisted and strange.


    Jiang yuanrou took a few steps forward, went to the bedside where the electric shock was used, and then stretched out her hand behind the old instrument -


    Mo Yi turned her head and saw that she picked up a dusty medical record folder from the corner of the table.


    Jiang yuanrou patted the dust on it, then turned on her flashlight, opened the medical record folder by the light, looked into it. After a few quick glances, she looked at Mo Yi with a slightly dignified look and said:


    "you can see this."


    Mo Yi steps forward and looks down at the medical record folder opened by Jiang yuanrou.


    Inside the paper is very old, the rough surface presents a dark gray brown, the handwriting on it is also very fuzzy, in the light is not bright, it is difficult to see the real.


    The above seems to be records of some treatment methods. The name and information of the patients have been blurred, but we can still see the recorded treatment methods -


    electric shock, craniotomy, lobectomy of white matterAs the pages turned, one after another of the cruel therapies that had disappeared in human history were presented to them, chilling with cold data and simple descriptions.


    This medical record book is obviously a record of the experiments that have been carried out in this room.


    The sound of tiny paper flipping sounded in the empty and silent room, and gently scraped on the eardrum, which made people worried.


    It soon turned to the last page.


    Compared with other pages, this page looks clean, with only the names of the subjects printed at the top of the page.


    The pale light of the flashlight made the handwriting clear and distinct, exactly the same as on the previous pages:


    Edwin Carter.


    Both Mo Yi and Jiang yuanrou were stunned and looked up at each other --


    at the same time, a most probable guess appeared in their hearts In order to find a cure for mental illness, Edwin took himself as the experimental object.


    At that time, it was impossible to cure the patients with mental or psychological consequences.


    Edwin himself has a tragic childhood experience, as well as the influence of a perverted murderer''s father and a family history of mental illness.


    Such an experiment will not only not cure his mental state, but will aggravate his mental illness.


    Perhaps this is why, after Edwin returned to his father''s old house, Edwin gradually changed from the extreme method of treating mental patients to simple torture.


    Mo Yi looked down at the signature of the dragon and Phoenix dancing on the dark yellow paper and rubbed the paper subconsciously with his fingers.


    Maybe It was at this time that Edwin split up the most terrible evil personality.


    Jiang yuanrou sighed for a long time, then closed the medical record folder with her fingers slightly, and the paper flashed slightly in the light of the flashlight.


    Mo Yi''s eyes stopped and coldly caught the flash of handwriting under the light -


    he reached out and pressed Jiang yuanrou''s palm, and said in a low voice, "wait a minute."


    Jiang yuanrou is stunned, and then stops her movements. She looks at Mo Yi in doubt and asks, "what''s the matter?"


    Mo Yi, with a dignified face, reaches out to take the medical record folder in Jiang yuanrou''s hand, and then opens it to the last page again. Next, he twists the last empty paper with his finger and turns it to the back -


    their hearts jump at the same time.


    An ugly butterfly appeared behind the paper and emerged on the dark surface of the paper under the light. The bloated body covered the whole paper in a ferocious and ominous way. The patterns on its huge wings formed the shape of eyes and looked back at all the people who looked at it.


    What does it mean that this butterfly happens to appear after this page?


    If Edwin''s experiments on himself led to the birth of that evil personality


    So this butterfly, in fact, has nothing to do with Edwin''s other personalities?


    Mo Yi was stunned. It seemed that something suddenly occurred to him. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Jiang yuanrou with burning eyes. He asked in a low voice:


    "when you were on the second basement floor, after you were caught by that woman, you would stay in the same room with her until I went to rescue you, right?"


    Jiang yuanrou is stunned by Mo Yi, but still nods.


    Mo Yi''s breath is a little bit short. He stares at Jiang yuanrou and asks the next question: "in that time, do you still have consciousness?"


    He did not wait for Jiang yuanrou to answer, and continued to ask, "do you remember what she did to you during that period?"


    Jiang yuanrou frowned slowly and said with some hesitation:


    "I lost too much blood and was immersed in ice water. My memory is a little unclear, but I seem to have an impression She seems to be Talk to me? Or tell a story What... "


    Mo Yi''s throat moved and his voice was a little hoarse. He calmed down for a few seconds and then said:


    "before the 20th century, the treatment of mental illness was mainly divided into two schools, one of which was surgical school. They hoped to treat patients with surgical therapy, such as craniotomy and electric shock, and the other was warm therapy, which paid enough attention to patients To hope that they will recover. "


    Mo Yi pauses, looks at Jiang yuanrou and says:


    "one of them is empathy. The therapist tries to communicate with the mental patient by chatting and pouring out


    Jiang yuanrou blinked and seemed to have no response: "so The woman actually wanted to Treat me? "


    Mo Yi nodded slowly, took a deep breath and continued:


    "I''m afraid it is Edwin, the third and the second, is supposed to be the result of Edwin''s obsession with the cure of mental illness. The third is surgical therapy, the second is affective therapy. The negative layer is likely to be the master, so only he can communicate with usJiang yuanrou pondered for a while and asked:


    "so The other two characters locked him up for the sake of Protection? "


    Mo Yi was silent for a few seconds and replied, "maybe."


    His eyes fell on the end of the page with butterflies, and there was a word written in the previous handwriting:


    "stop"


    the following line was changed into a crooked handwriting: "why?"


    "Just stop"


    the crooked handwriting appears again: "they are beautiful only after they die."


    "just like a butterfly."


    suddenly, Mo Yi opened his mouth and said, "when a butterfly''s larva is in the cocoon, it will decompose itself into only some residual cell tissue. In fact It''s also a form of death. "


    [life is death]


    similarly, [death is life]


    Mo Yi turned to look at Jiang yuanrou, pointed his finger on the handwriting in the corner of the page, and whispered:


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 Chapter 124

    Chapter 124


    Jiang yuanrou is stunned: "what?"


    Mo Yi turned to look at her, her dark black eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a faint amber light under the light of the flashlight:


    "the most symbolic symbol in this copy is butterfly, which will appear on the wall after the player leaves the illusion, such as the butterfly in the room on the second floor and this one."


    Behind him he pointed to the wall.


    Jiang Yuan obediently looked at his fingertips, and his eyes fell on the ugly butterfly dyed with blood quietly lying on the wall, and nodded gently: "yes."


    Mo Yi looked down at the butterfly in the back of the medical record folder and said in a deep voice:


    "all the butterflies appeared because of the end of the illusion and were painted with blood, except for one place -"


    he looked up at Jiang yuanrou, and his pale finger tip was on the handwriting at the bottom of the medical record, and then he said in a deep voice:


    "and, I saw the same words there


    Jiang yuanrou is stunned and subconsciously takes over the thin, dusty medical record book from Mo Yi''s hand.


    Mo Yi relaxed his hand, then stretched out his hand and opened the door of the room. In a low voice, he said, "let''s go."


    They walked out of the room one after another. The only light in the corridor flickered not far away, casting a flickering shadow on the bleak walls and dirty floor.


    On the floor is that is nailed to the wall of the man''s blood, thick dust and blood breath spread in the cramped space.


    Mo Yi strides quickly across the scattered paper and broken furniture on the ground and strides forward.


    Then it stopped under the pale, icy lamp, which made a slight whirring overhead, illuminating this part of the corridor - and the half open, dark door on one side of the corridor.


    Mo Yi stood in front of the door and flashed his flashlight into the door.


    The room is as usual dark and cold, the torch light column in the room slowly moving, will be inside the scene one by one.


    The iron bed that he woke up was lying askew in the deep of the ward. On it was the tie band broken by Mo Yi. It quietly printed a deep shadow on the cold leather.


    In front of the iron bed was the dirty sign, with fuzzy handwriting hidden in the dark.


    Mo Yi strides toward the room, and Jiang yuanrou''s brows frown tightly and follows.


    He stopped in front of the iron bed, and the lamp post of his flashlight fell on the wall opposite the iron bed -


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyes moved with the direction of the light column in his hand. When she saw the pattern on the wall, she was slightly stunned, and then frowned, and the sight line was firmly adhered to the wall.


    In the pale light, the wall was covered with dark brown blood, the dazzling half dry blood printed deep shadow, countless messy graffiti formed a huge butterfly, quietly lying on the wall, staring at her with the eye like pattern on her wings.


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyes are closely fixed on it, and then slowly step forward, which found that this butterfly and several other differences.


    Other butterflies are painted on the wall with blood, and this butterfly It''s like fingernails on the wall.


    In the rugged undulating lines, there are semi solidified blood and flesh residue, as well as residual nails embedded deeply into the wall. Just watching makes the scalp numb.


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyes fell on the words made with blood in the corner of the wall:


    "stop"


    subconsciously, she turned her head and looked at Mo Yi. She was about to ask something, but she saw him suddenly move without warning.


    Jiang yuanrou''s unspoken words can''t help but get stuck in her throat. She just looks at Mo Yi''s groping and turning in the room. It takes her a long time to find her own voice and asks in a low voice:


    " What are you looking for? "


    Mo Yi took the time to look at Jiang yuanrou, then quickly turned his eyes and continued to turn over things:


    "suicide tool."


    Yuan Rou is surprised What? "


    As soon as her voice fell, she heard only the squeak of the iron bed dragged from the narrow room, and the metal bed feet brought a flash of sparks on the rough concrete floor.


    Mo Yi realized the ambiguity in his words, stopped pulling the iron bed and stood up to look at Jiang yuanrou:


    " It''s not suicide. "


    He paused, organized his own language, and then continued:


    "the process of breaking cocoons into butterflies is a death for the larvae of butterflies, which should also be the pursuit of Edwin''s evil personality. He thinks that human existence itself is an ugly caterpillar, and only death can bring new vitality, just like butterflies."


    Jiang yuanrou narrowed her eyes and whispered in a low voice"Death is life..."


    Mo Yi nodded his head in a hurry, and continued in a trance: "according to Edwin''s obsession with butterflies, the key to leaving his spiritual world should be in this room."


    Jiang yuanrou took the lead: "so we found the door, but we didn''t need to find the key. Is that what we mean?"


    Mo Yi nodded, and then went on:


    "according to the hint before this copy, we are now trapped in Edwin''s spiritual world, which is like a larva trapped in a cocoon. To get out of this cocoon, we must" die "once."


    Mo Yi frowned a little distressed, paused, and then said in a deep voice:


    "however, ordinary death can not only let us leave, but also let us really die That''s why I said, "we''re looking for tools to commit suicide."


    Jiang yuanrou nodded clearly, then rolled up her sleeve and came forward with a smile at Mo Yi:


    "I see. So, let me do this, or you may have to move your bed forever."


    Mo Yi:


    He stepped back to make way for Jiang yuanrou. Then he stood behind her and watched her pull the iron bed out of its original place.


    just then, Mo Yi''s back leaned against the cold wall, and the uneven wall made him shake slightly. Subconsciously, he turned his head to look at the ugly and twisted butterfly on the wall behind him.


    His eyes narrowed slightly and focused on the wall, as if thinking about something


    Even Jiang yuanrou didn''t hear him calling after him.


    Mo Yi slowly stretched out his finger, sank his fingertip into the depression on the wall, and then slowly moved along the direction of the undulating lines.


    When his fingertips touched the eye like pattern on one of the wings, a sharp pain came.


    Mo Yi could not help but gently "hiss" a sound, and then as if he was scalded to the general will take his finger from the wall.


    A red bead of blood oozed from his wound and slid down his pale finger pulp.


    Mo Yi looked at the wall and saw that there were a few drops of blood on the place he had just touched. Before he could do anything, he saw a flash of red light on the blood stained place, and those drops of blood were instantly absorbed on the wall.


    His eyes brightened.


    It seems that those members join the test copy, it seems that there is really something in common!


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyes were also attracted by the blood stained place on the wall. She was surprised. She stepped forward:


    "blood


    Mo Yi''s eyes are shining with two lights. He nodded: "it should be."


    After saying that, he pasted his finger back to the place where he had just been. The pain came in an instant. Mo Yi frowned slightly and felt that his blood was quickly sucked from his body by something.


    Jiang yuanrou is preparing to do the same, but Mo Yi stops her by saying:


    "wait a minute."


    Jiang yuanrou is stunned: "why?"


    "Do you know where we will go after we leave Edwin''s spiritual world?" said Mo Yi


    Jiang Yuan frowned and didn''t answer.


    Mo Yi looked her in the eye and continued:


    "you can think that this copy has two layers. When you go out from here, it is not the end, but will enter the outer copy. When you get there, it will be your home court."


    Jiang yuanrou stares at Mo Yi, and her eyebrows are still frowning: "Why are you so sure?"


    Mo Yi''s face became more pale, and her pale lips pursed slightly:


    "just A friend''s tip. "


    The sugar in the trouser pocket has a slight hardness.


    If this copy is underground closed state, Wen Chen is impossible to come in.


    And the appearance of this sugar is a kind of hint in itself, indicating that they are not really under the ground of a certain building, but more like the existence of a parallel space.


    So after leaving here, you should be in the outer world of this replica - which means Edwin himself is face-to-face.


    Mo Yi looks at Jiang yuanrou seriously and says:


    "I''ll ask you after you go out."


    This copy is designed to test Jiang yuanrou''s existence. Only by letting Jiang yuanrou preserve her strength and leaving Edwin''s spiritual world can she exert her greatest potential.


    Jiang yuanrou nodded solemnly.


    However, the existence of this butterfly is by no means enough for a person''s blood to feed him. So when Mo Yi was unable to hold on, Jiang yuanrou also pasted his palm on the wall.


    The speed of the butterfly reddening doubled in an instant.


    Mo Yi''s eyes were slightly blurred. The cold feeling began to spread from his fingertips to his whole body. He could hardly feel his fingers. He could only feel the cold and heavy drowsiness pulling him down. His numb senses could no longer feel pain or his existence.It''s just cold.


    I don''t know how long, maybe a minute, maybe a century.


    Mo Yi''s ear came a light click, as if it was the sound of eggshell breaking, and passed into his mind through the fog that covered his senses.


    The only support in front of the body seemed to suddenly disappear.


    Mo Yi lost his balance in an instant and staggered forward. He closed his eyes and waited for contact with the cold ground.


    The next second, he seems to be caught by something.


    Mo Yi''s chest is close to each other''s chest, and his strong arm goes around his body to hold him firmly.


    His face was buried in each other''s neck socket, and the familiar smell immediately gathered around him and penetrated his senses in a dense way -


    it was like the fog in the pine forest after the rain.


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 Chapter 125

    Mo Yi tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy as if they were made of lead. His eyelashes fell down, and his vision was blurred. Only some fuzzy color blocks floated in front of him.


    A pair of hands pressed on his back, the slightly cold touch felt on his skin through the cloth.


    Mo Yi tried to move his body, but his limbs seemed to be numb as if he had lost consciousness, and the range of his movements was very small -


    his cold cheek rubbed against the neck socket of the other party, but it seemed that he had brought up a strange temperature and started from the place where they contacted.


    Mo Yi''s throat overflowed with a low and vague groan. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he could only utter some monotonous syllables.


    He felt vaguely that his head was held up by a hand, and then something seemed to be stuck on his lips.


    Soft, cold.


    The thin, dry flaps pressed close to his lips and rubbed them gently. The moist and warm touch licked his lips and gently opened his teeth.


    Mo Yi''s head is in a daze, subconsciously following the touch of temperature, he tighter his lips together, sucking into the moist tip of his mouth.


    The fresh pine wood breath in the other''s mouth escapes from the joint and is sucked into his mouth along the body fluid.


    The gentle and warm temperature slowly seeps into the blood vessels all over the body along the respiratory tract and oral cavity. The strength of the body can be seen to recover with the naked eye. The warm chest warms Mo Yi''s body.


    ¡­¡­ Not enough.


    Mo Yi struggled to raise his arm and fiercely held back to absorb the trace of temperature.


    ¡­¡­ Not enough, not enough!


    He forcefully pointed his tongue toward the source of warmth and chewed fiercely. The sweet smell diffused from his lips, and the strong smell of rust diffused in his mouth. The warm blood instantly slid down the throat, burning the hot temperature all the way.


    The chest and chest are more closely linked together, and you can almost feel the other party''s Micro tremor -


    Mo Yi''s mind gradually returns, and his vague mind gradually becomes clear. He blinks at a loss.


    His vision became clear, and his senses came back to life.


    Mo Yi looked at the enlarged face in front of him, and his mind was a little blank for a moment.


    He felt numb sucking from the tip of his tongue, and the tiny electric current came from his warm and wet mouth, which made him realize that he had put his tongue into the other person''s mouth.


    Wen Chen''s deep facial features were close in front of her eyes, her lashes were slightly drooping, and her eyes were suffused with abnormal redness.


    There was a loud "boom" in his ears. Mo Yi felt that his pores all over his body were steaming out, and his blood rushed fiercely to his head.


    He hastily retreated to the back, but did not want to fit them too tightly. His sudden action almost tripped him.


    On the contrary, Wen Chen helped him quickly with his eyes and hands. He didn''t let Mo Yi fall down.


    So Mo Yi fell back dizzily. The height of the two was similar, and the second contact became familiar -


    four lips were pasted together again.


    Mo Yi holds Wen Chen''s shoulder and neck and ends the second short kiss.


    He stepped back panting, staring at Wen Chen only one step away from him.


    There was no change in the pale face of the other side, except for a pair of light gray eyes with watery light and shallow red at the end of the eyes.


    Mo Yi''s eye control falls on the other party''s lips without knowing it --


    Wen Chen''s originally light color of lips has been ravaged and turned into ripe red, and her slightly rich lower lip is stained with bright blood.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips subconsciously, and his lips felt a tingling pain, as if to tell him:


    Yes, you did it, not a dream.


    More blood poured up on his head, and his cheek was almost smoky. Mo Yi said dryly:


    " Hi. "


    He didn''t know where to look. He could only move to his side, and then put on a shocked face.


    Jiang yuanrou stood gaping a few steps away, a pair of eyes almost staring out of the eye, the whole person stood numbly not far away.


    Mo Yi''s brain stopped working.


    He felt that the heat on his face was on fire.


    If you ignore the red ear tip, Wen Chen looks calm and calm. He turns around and looks at Jiang yuanrou, then reaches out his hand and says to her:


    "Hello, I''m a friend of Mo Yi, Wen Chen."


    His voice was low and slightly hoarse.


    Jiang yuanrou as a whole has not recovered from the shock just now.


    After all, anyone who has experienced the moment of life and death in the horror copy can see his friend kissing with a strange homosexual passionately - twice or twice - and then can''t react instantly.She subconsciously held Wen Chen''s outstretched hand, and then mechanically replied:


    " Jiang yuanrou. "


    After saying that, Jiang yuanrou seemed to come back to her senses. Her eyes turned around between Wen Chen and Mo Yi, and her face turned red. She clenched her fist with one hand to her mouth and coughed awkwardly. Then she said:


    "that You talk first. I''ll go to other rooms. I''m familiar here anyway. "


    After saying that, she ran away as if to run out.


    Mo Yi looks at Jiang yuanrou''s back. The temperature on his face rises instead of falling. He also gives a low cough and looks away awkwardly.


    After his eyes fell on other parts of the room, he realized what Jiang yuanrou meant when he said, "she''s familiar here anyway.".


    They were standing in the middle of a dilapidated room, the walls of which were covered with rough wallpaper, and the dark green lattice could hardly distinguish the original color under the heavy dust.


    There is nothing in the room. There are scattered broken sawdust and bricks on the ground. There is a crooked window on one side of the wall. There is no glass on the window. There are only a few sticks nailed on it, revealing the dark, dark sky outside.


    Mo Yi looked at the window, and then took a step in that direction -


    the faint blue countdown appeared in the crack between the boards, and dyed the rough surface of the board with a light blue.


    There are 40 minutes left.


    Now they should be in the old house of Jiang yuanrou''s last copy.


    Mo Yi frowned slightly and turned back, but he met Wen Chen who was coming to him --


    his eyes were attracted by the red lips of the other party subconsciously. Mo Yi instantly felt that his cheek, which was slightly lower in temperature, was a little warm again. He coughed low and then broke the deadlock:


    "that..."


    After two words, Mo Yi stopped awkwardly - he didn''t know what to say next.


    He was silent for a moment and then asked, "well, do you need to take care of your wound..."


    As soon as he said it, Mo Yi had a little regret - what did he say?! Dealing with the wound? Let the fog?


    And he bit the wound!


    On the face that peeps out: "smile Chen."


    Mo Yi is stunned and looks up at him.


    Only saw Chen long leg a stride to come to him, and then again kiss up, a little salty smell of rust spread in the mouth, accompanied by a little moist tip of the tongue in his lips gently licked.


    Mo Yi''s cheek became hot again. He suddenly stepped back and looked at Wen Chen with tongue tied:


    "wait a minute, you What do you mean


    Wen Chen gently rubbed his wet lower lip with his thumb, and the light blood color fainted at his fingertips. His light colored eyes focused on looking at Mo Yi, and then said:


    "blood, can''t be wasted, especially now you are still weak."


    Mo Yi knows that Wen Chen''s blood can save his life, but in this way, it is inevitable that Too


    He frowned and opened his mouth as if to say something.


    But the next second, Wen Chen once again step forward, stopped Mo Yi is about to export words.


    Mo Yi subconsciously back a step, followed by his back stick to the cold and hard wall.


    Wen Chen''s deep voice came into his ears:


    "I mean Can I chase you? "


    Mo Yi can''t help but be stunned. The cold feeling of the wall behind him spreads into the skin close to his sweaty shirt, which successfully calms his mind down.


    Just pulled back from the edge of life and death brought by the loss and bewilderment, from the body like the tide of general retreat, leaving only rational dark hard gravel.


    Mo Yi frowned slowly and looked back at Wen Chen with a pair of gloomy dark eyes:


    "we are the same gender, and we are not even the same species."


    The faint light on the top of his head cast a deep shadow on Wen Chen''s high eyebrow bone. A pair of light colored pupils were hidden in the shadow, and their eyes were burning at him:


    "you and I know that I don''t care about this, and you don''t care about this. Why use this reason to prevaricate me."


    Mo Yi gave a low smile, straightened up his back against the wall and approached Wen Chen:


    "can you tell me why?"


    They were close enough that Mo Yi could even see the tip of his ear hidden in his black hair, disobeying his master''s wishes and showing a reddish tinge inconsistent with his calm appearance.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Wen Chen. There was a slight sense of oppression in his dark black eyes, which made it difficult to stare closely:


    "you and I all know that your attitude towards me has been very strange from the beginning, so And don''t use the reason of love at first sight to prevaricate me


    Wen Chen looked at him deeply"Not at first sight, of course."


    Mo Yi frowned and said firmly, "so we have met before."


    Wen Chen does not answer, just slightly side opens a face, the light of the top of the head cuts his clear outline face into distinct shadow and color block.


    So Mo Yi got the answer he wanted.


    He stepped back a little, his eyes drooped slightly, his eyes cold, and he seemed to want to say something.


    The next second, Wen Chen suddenly steps forward, slender arms embrace him, cold cheek sticks to Mo Yi warm neck side, make him can''t help a shiver.


    Mo Yi was just about to push him away, so he just heard the voice of Wen Chen trembling in his ears:


    " I''m really worried. "


    Mo Yi''s action.


    Wen Chen hugged his arms without exerting force, just loosely closed. Even in this way, Mo Yi could feel the slight shaking from his strong body:


    "this copy is more difficult than usual. In order to exclude my influence, it has even set a middle game for you."


    Wen Chen''s cold breath was pasted on his neck socket:


    " I really, really... " The rest of the words were swallowed down his throat, and only vague syllables could be heard.


    A faint smell of pine forest lingers on the nose.


    Mo Yi''s thoughts are complicated.


    He stayed in the air, his arm was stiff, turned the direction, some unnaturally, comfortingly, gently patted Wen Chen''s back.


    The two maintained this unnatural embrace.


    Wen Chen''s low and weak voice came from the ear, with shallow exploration and uncertainty in the voice:


    "..." So, do you agree? "


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    "After all, you don''t hate me, do you?"


    Mo Yi''s eyes drooped, and his eyes fell on the sharp red ears near his eyes. For a moment, Mo Yi replied in a ghostly way:


    " Maybe. "


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 Chapter 126

    As soon as the words were spoken, Mo Yi regretted it.


    He had no intention to have any emotional entanglement with the other party. No matter whether the other party''s confession is true or false, the ambiguous words just now are tantamount to leaving the other party with some speculation and suggestion that should not have been made.


    However, after hearing the two words he blurted out, his body just froze loose. The breath close to his ear suddenly changed the rhythm, which showed the owner''s intense emotion.


    Wen Chen''s arm tightened in an instant, as if to crush him into his own bones and blood, holding him tightly, and the gap between them was completely filled. Mo Yi could clearly feel how the chest tightly clinging to him was violently fluctuating.


    He was a little out of breath, and he could almost hear the soft sound of his ribs.


    Mo Yi''s refusal to blurt out was interrupted by the sudden ferocious embrace, and the words that had not yet been uttered were blocked in his throat.


    He raised his hand hard and patted Wen Chen on the shoulder. Suffocating words were squeezed out of his throat:


    " Relax, hands. "


    Wen Chen seems to be aware of the recklessness of his behavior, hastily relaxed the strength.


    He took a step back, leaving room for Mo Yi to breathe, but his hands were still reluctant to part with him. Under the light, his light colored eyes looked fierce and pressing, staring at Mo Yi anxiously:


    "how are you, are you ok?"


    Wen Chen pursed her lips and her eyes drooped slightly. She explained in a bewildered way: "I''m sorry, I was just too..."


    Mo Yi coughs violently a few, raised palm to stop Wen Chen next words.


    He straightened up and bent down and raised his eyes to Wen Chen. There was still water color in his eyes due to coughing. But under the water film, a pair of dark black eyes appeared tough and indifferent.


    Mo Yi said: "no, it should be that I told you I''m sorry. I shouldn''t give you such an ambiguous reply."


    He is now fully sober up, clear and clear-cut, and the next words naturally blurt out:


    "I just mean, I really don''t hate you, and I don''t repel touching you, but that doesn''t mean I''m willing to accept your Confession, or pursuit. "


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. His pale face was soft and clear, but his voice was indifferent and rational:


    "yes, you are right. It has nothing to do with your gender and race. However, whether it is the game or you, there are too many mysteries and questions, and I hate this feeling.


    That means I''ll never trust you, let alone fall in love with you, okay


    His words are cruel enough to hurt people:


    "I don''t care what your purpose is, whether it''s true love or something else, I just want to tell you, don''t try meaninglessly, because there will be no result."


    Mo Yi finish saying, then raise an eye to see to stand opposite Wen Chen of oneself.


    There was a blank look on his face. Mo Yi''s heart was filled with a faint guilt. He heard that Chen seemed to be afraid of disturbing something. He said in a very light voice:


    " You said, don''t you hate me


    Mo Yi:


    Ah?


    He did not respond, just heard Chen''s eyes as if lit up, the corner of his lips can not help rising, although there is no expression on his face, but a look can know his good mood:


    "you also say, you don''t hate my touch?"


    Mo Yi was a little confused: "what''s the matter?"


    Is there any difference between what you just said and what you heard?


    At the moment, Wen Chen seems to have finally restrained his joy and flattened the curve of his lips, but his eyes were still bright. He looked at Mo Yi deeply and said in a deep voice:


    "I understand."


    Mo Yi: ---???


    So What do you understand?


    Just before he could react, he heard a loud noise outside the door, a faint tremor from his feet, and a huge sound wave passing through the thin wall, which made people can''t help but hum in his ears.


    Mo Yi''s eyes suddenly sharp up, he also does not care to go up and Wen Chen continue to tangle the topic just now, suddenly turned to the place where the voice came.


    He stretched out his hand to open the door, which was shaking, and the next second he was covered by the smoke and dust outside.


    Mo Yi coughed low and raised his arm to cover his face with his sleeve.


    It took a long time to clarify a little, and the outline of other things in the house finally appeared.


    It was a large, almost empty hall, covered by thick dust. The old ceiling and floor showed dirty colors in the dim light. It looked gloomy and ancient.The wallpaper on the hall wall was loosely attached to the wall, revealing the mottled and ugly skin.


    The floor in the middle of the hall showed a huge hole in the slowly falling dust. The wood floor broke, and the broken sawdust was everywhere. The broken pieces of wood combined into sharp and sharp angles, revealing the dark one under it.


    It is obvious that the roar just now came from here.


    Mo Yi came to observe the environment carefully.


    He stopped a few steps away from the big hole, and the flashlight shone into the deep black hole.


    The white light column of the flashlight went deep into the dark hole, shaking and searching without any help, but still nothing could be seen. Only some dust and sawdust were flying in the light of the flashlight.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows are tight.


    He regretted that he had not stopped Jiang yuanrou''s departure just now. Although she came to the old house in the last copy, it is after all that the branch line has been opened. Even in the previously safe scenes, there may be hidden dangers.


    He took a deep breath and subconsciously looked for it in front of the hole. The next second, he was slightly stunned, and his eyes stayed on a corner of the wooden floor under his feet.


    Only saw in that oblique stab out of the broken board, stained with a few bright red blood.


    Mo Yi squatted down and put his hand on the dazzling blood color. He gently twisted his fingers. The sticky and warm touch of blood seemed to penetrate his skin and spread inward.


    It''s still fresh.


    Mo Yi slightly narrowed his eyes and looked again at the huge hole in the middle of the floor. He seemed to be thinking about something.


    Just then, a hand reached out from behind his side and gently grasped his wrist.


    Mo Yi follows the direction that feels to spread to look, see Chen is standing behind him not far away, fixed ground looks at him.


    He raised his eyebrows in some doubt and asked:


    "what''s the matter


    Wen Chen Chong he slowly shook his head, and then said: "the next thing, you can''t help her."


    Mo Yi was stunned, then frowned a little solemnly and said in a low voice:


    "what do you mean?"


    Wen Chen pulled Mo Yi away from the dangerous area near the entrance of the cave with a slight force on her hand, and then replied:


    "the copy itself is designed for Jiang yuanrou. What she meets next is what she needs to meet. If you intervene to help, it will hurt her."


    Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and looked at the dark pit. In his mind, he recalled his conjecture about the membership test in Edwin''s spiritual world -


    he organized the words in his mind, and then asked:


    "so, the membership test is really a comprehensive evaluation of the player in that copy Those players who have opened the test have not returned to reality because the test will bring the focus of conflict in the whole copy to the player''s side, right? "


    Wen Chen fixed ground looks at him: "yes."


    His face turned pale for a moment.


    Mo Yi did not notice, just slightly lowered his eyes, long eyelashes down to cover the look in the eyes.


    He rubbed his fingers a little, then moved his wrist gently, and broke the weak palm of Wen Chen.


    Mo Yi raised his head thoughtfully, looked around the hall, his lips moved, and said softly as if to himself:


    "and there are two kinds of players who failed the test. One is that they are killed by the danger and clues forcibly pulled by the copy. They are just like the common players who died in the copy, and they are slowly forgotten in reality.


    And the other is not killed in the copy, but to the end of the time, but their comprehensive evaluation did not meet the requirements of the game, so they also failed


    Mo Yi''s dark eyes flashed a different color: "but in reality, no one has forgotten them. Even Jiang yuanrou''s props show that Jiang Yuanbai is not dead, just because his life is in danger..."


    Wen Chen looks at Mo Yi quietly. His deep facial features are deeply shadowed and his eyes are shining. He answers:


    "yes, they are left behind."


    His face paled again as he spoke.


    Mo Yi''s brows were tight, and he seemed to be deeply immersed in his own thoughts. His eyes were fixed on a certain point in the air, as if he wanted to see something through it.


    And Wen Chen''s words seem to wake him up, Mo Yi subconsciously along the voice to see him.


    After hearing Chen continue to say:


    "now Jiang yuanrou has to fight against Edwin, which is the full meaning of this copy..."


    This?


    Mo Yi was stunned, but his eyes suddenly fell on the corner of Wen Chen''s lip --


    a trace of blood slowly slipped down from his lip corner, which was bright and dazzling on the pale skin.


    Mo Yi suddenly startles, reaches out and grabs Wen Chen''s arm, and looks at him with a frown"Stop."


    -- Wen Chen said too much, the game is punishing him.


    "It doesn''t matter." Wen Chen turned his face and looked at him deeply:


    " You can trust me. "


    Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, recalled the words he had just said, instantly understood the meaning of Wen Chen''s words, there are some five flavors in his heart.


    He has personally suffered the pain of being forbidden by the game - and that''s when he didn''t even say anything important. Even if the ability to endure pain is as strong as Mo Yi, he feels the pain that is hard to bear.


    What''s more, it''s a direct confrontation with the game The pain was almost unimaginable.


    Even if the heart is hard like Mo Yi, he can''t help being touched.


    He looked at Wen Chen with some complexity and said:


    "you There''s no need to... "


    Wen Chen looked at him and said earnestly, "there is no mystery between me and you."


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 Chapter 127

    Mo Yi didn''t know what to say.


    He clenched the fingers of Wen Chen''s arm subconsciously and slightly tightened. The cold skin under the fingertips was tightly connected with his palms, and the cold touch was transmitted to the brain along the nerve endings.


    His eyes were in a trance for a moment.


    It seems that Who in my memory once said to him --


    "you can trust me."


    Mo Yi suddenly regains his mind, and instantly seems to have been scalded to the general, let go of Wen Chen''s wrist.


    His face was a little pale, a pair of dark eyes tightly staring at Wen Chen''s fuzzy face under the dim light, as if he wanted to find the strange trace that had just crossed his mind


    Familiarity.


    However, the feeling just now is like a bullock into the sea, and it goes deep into the deep layer of consciousness. No matter how much Mo Yi looks for it, he can''t find a trace, just like It''s just his hallucination.


    Mo Yi''s lips are slightly pursed, and the lip line is tight into a straight arc, which looks like a string that is about to break.


    He moved the vision of lock on Wen Chen''s face and gave up his useless search.


    However, at the moment when he moved his sight away, Wen Chen suddenly stepped forward and drew closer the distance between them.


    Without warning, he put Mo Yi''s lips in his mouth. His warm tongue was able to pry open his teeth. The slightly salty and fishy liquid flowed into Mo Yi''s mouth along the tip of his tongue.


    Then before Mo Yi reacts to come over, Wen Chen let go of him, and then stepped back in time.


    The kiss was over before Mo Yi could stop it.


    Wen Chen, who was standing a few steps away, said calmly:


    "you can''t waste it."


    Mo Yi looked at him in a daze. He felt powerless when his fist hit the cotton.


    He grinded his teeth a little resentfully, raised his hand in exasperation, and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.


    The next second, Mo Yi realized how childish his behavior was, and a burst of enthusiasm sprang up in his ears.


    He sipped his red lips, then took a deep breath, moved his eyes away, and said with gnashing teeth:


    " It''s gone. "


    After that, Mo Yi turned around first and walked toward the other direction of the hall like wind.


    Wen Chen stands in situ staring at Mo Yi''s back, which is engulfed by the darkness. His vivid face appears again in his mind, and he can''t help but hook his lips.


    The next second, he strode to follow Mo Yi''s departure direction.


    When Wen Chen catches up with Mo Yi, he has completely calmed down some of his fluctuating emotions, and his pale face has completely recovered his previous calmness and reason.


    Mo Yi gently moves his wrist, and the light column of the flashlight moves slowly in the room with his movements, illuminating the scenery in the room in front of him.


    He narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and his sharp eyes looked at the room in front of him in the direction of the flashlight moving.


    Floating dust floated under the pale lamppost of the flashlight, like some living insect, swimming slowly in the solid darkness.


    Deep in the hall is a revolving wooden escalator. The marble handrails are covered with old dust. Layers of cobwebs are on the handle of the stairs and the corner of the steps to separate the light of the flashlight.


    The escalator whirled into the darkness, leading to the dark second floor.


    Mo Yi takes back his eyes and moves forward slowly. The floor under his feet makes empty squeaks with his actions.


    The torchlight''s circular halo fell on a hidden corner under the stairs, where a locked door was hidden in the dust, and the door closed tightly, as if to the ground.


    The door''s rough frame was covered with dried blood fingerprints, which were dark brown in the light.


    Mo Yi''s eyes lingered on it for a moment.


    Wen Chen stood not far away, looking at him, said: "do you want to find Jiang yuanrou?"


    Hearing this, Mo Yi turned to look at him, then slowly shook his head and said in a deep voice:


    "if the conjecture just now is correct, then the game between her and Edwin will come next. I will help her instead."


    Wen Chen looks at him deeply, open mouth to continue to ask a way: "that you prepare to do now?"


    Mo Yi turned his eyes, and his dark eyes narrowed slowly: "of course, it''s to help her finish the original purpose of entering this copy."


    "According to my experience in the last copy, the confrontation with the replica boss will only end with the completion of the branch line task. The struggle between Jiang yuanrou and Edwin is likely to be endless, and she will lose the possibility of looking for Jiang Yuanbai in this vice."


    Mo Yi exhaled slowly, his hand holding the flashlight tightened slightly, and his fingertips gently rubbed the metal shell of the flashlight"So I can only look for him."


    Wen Chen gazed at him and said coldly:


    "you can''t find it."


    Mo Yi is stunned. He turns his head and looks at Wen Chen. His eyes look at him deeply What do you mean


    Wen Chen stepped forward, Yingting''s deep face was exposed to the light, and a pair of light colored eyes looked back at the past:


    "this game won''t let you find it."


    Mo Yi''s brow slowly frowned. Before he could say anything, he only heard Chen continue to say:


    "you shouldn''t have been in this copy, but Jiang yuanrou''s props forced the game to put you in, so this is not a normal copy, so there are only two of you."


    Mo Yi''s face became more and more dignified.


    Wen Chen again slowly step forward, whispered: "the game will not sell the booty it has already got, so it will not let Jiang Yuanbai be found by you."


    -- booty.


    Mo Yi keenly noticed Wen Chen''s words and narrowed his eyes slightly.


    Wen Chen''s face turned pale again. His twinkling light eyes locked Mo Yi''s cheek tightly and said:


    "Jiang Yuanbai is neither alive nor dead now. He exists, nor does he exist in this copy. As a player, it is impossible to find him.


    But I can help you. "


    Mo Yi looks back into Wen Chen''s eyes, and his face has no waves or waves:


    "what do you want?"


    What do you need in return for such a sacrifice?


    At the end of the day, he couldn''t believe in unconditional giving, or the so-called "love.". Love itself is a false proposition, which is an irrational behavior out of control caused by hormones released in the biological brain.


    What''s more The man standing in front of him was not even a creature.


    As he said before, trust doesn''t exist from the beginning.


    Wen Chen stares at Mo Yi and says slowly and seriously:


    "a kiss."


    Mo Yi''s face can''t help but appear a look of amazement - this he really did not expect.


    He knew that he was a rational and cold-blooded man, and only he knew the cold-blooded essence hidden in the gentle appearance.


    After all, how can a person who doesn''t care about himself care about others.


    Therefore, Mo Yi doesn''t have much obsession about whether to save Jiang Yuanbai. After all, even if he fails, he will not lose much.


    Mo Yi looks at Wen Chen doubtfully and tangled, as if he is looking at some alien creature that he can''t understand.


    But now he really cares about it --


    why? Why does this man look at him like this?


    That kind of It''s like he''s the only important being in the world. It''s so strange.


    Mo Yi has self-knowledge. He knows that he has no amazing charm that people fall in love with once they meet, or strange beauty that makes people forget the common customs.


    So why?


    Or does it have anything to do with the strange familiarity he felt before?


    Mo Yi''s eyes looked at Wen Chen unfathomably and answered:


    "transaction."


    Wen Chen bent his eyes, the light colored eyes seemed to be filled with layers of fog. He took a step back, opened the distance between them, and then stretched out his right hand.


    Mo Yi reached out and clasped him.


    The temperature of the other party''s palm is far lower than that of ordinary people. The cold fingers slowly close together and stick tightly to Mo Yi''s fingertips and palms.


    Wen Chen moved his eyes without expression, clenched his fist to his lips, coughed low, and then turned to walk out:


    "follow me."


    During the action, Mo Yi seems to see the red ear pinna hidden in the black hair.


    Mo Yi slightly lowered his eyes to cover up the dark and unknown look in his eyes, and then he raised his feet and slowly followed him up.


    They walked to the door of the hall one by one.


    The old house was in disrepair for a long time, and the door frame was almost completely rotten and clean. Two rickety door panels could fall on the rusty door shaft, and fine dust and sawdust fell from the top door frame.


    Wen Chen raised his head and pushed open the wooden door.


    A hoarse and dying groan came from the broken door, and then slowly opened to both sides, revealing the scene outside the old house.


    Overhead is a light blue countdown, the end of the second is silent and slowly backward, as if you can hear the passage of time.


    There are more than 20 minutes left.


    Outside the old house is a deserted empty space, like a circle of ornaments around the gloomy house perfectly.


    Outside the open space, there was a thick darkness, which seemed to be able to swallow all the light. It was dangerous and silent to surround the whole space floating in it.There was a dead silence around me. I could hear nothing but the sound of stepping on the dry soil.


    Wen Chen every step forward, his complexion becomes pale a minute.


    He turned his face slightly, as if to avoid the sight of Mo Yi, who was walking a few steps behind him.


    They stopped at the junction of the darkness and the ground. The darkness in front of them seemed to flow slowly, and it seemed to be the fog condensed into an entity.


    Wen Chen raised his hand, and his every movement became slow with the naked eye, as if there was a heavy weight pulling him.


    He clenched his teeth and moved his finger gently.


    The darkness in front of him seemed to have been summoned by something, and suddenly separated, revealing a way.


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 Chapter 128

    Just finished this action, Wen Chen''s back suddenly stretched straight, as if every muscle on the skeleton was shaking violently.


    He clenched his teeth, his pale face looked more and more pale, his fingers trembled and curled up and squeezed a word out of his teeth:


    " Come on


    Mo Yi subconsciously took a step in his direction, but the next second was awakened by the hoarse and hard voice of Wen Chen.


    He looked at Wen Chen deeply and knew that his next second of time could not be wasted, so he turned back and ran to the road separated from the darkness.


    In the deep darkness, there is a gap for only one person to pass through. It is like Moses dividing the sea and facing both sides. The edge is steep and sharp. A kind of silent horror comes along with the oppression.


    Mo Yi Ran inside with his fastest speed. Besides the violent beating of his heart and the rush of his blood, there was a grave like silence beside his ears.


    He emptied his mind and forced himself not to think about anything, but ran along the road under his feet.


    Wen Chen stood in the same place, a pair of light colored pupils tightly staring at Mo Yi''s back, which was slowly swallowed by the darkness. When he was sure that he could not see himself, he began to shudder from head to foot.


    His pale lips pressed tightly, but even so, a great amount of blood flowed out of his lips.


    Wen Chen raised his trembling palm to wipe the blood away, but his eyes were still staring at the crack in the darkness ahead --


    as if there was the only thing he cared about in the world.


    In the two separate high darkness, there is fluid running slowly, and there are countless dangers and variables hidden. It seems that they are oppressing the only vulnerable gap in the middle, trying to completely destroy the filament stuck in his body.


    But the road is still tenacious in the pressure, how can not be eroded.


    Mo Yi ran forward with flying steps. The road under his feet was hard, and there was a strange sense of firmness when he stepped on it.


    The road has been extending into the dark, but it seems that there is no end. Mo Yi clenches his teeth and tries to speed up the pace.


    The wall around him leans inward slightly, making a fragile rumbling sound -


    Mo Yi''s heart is tight for a moment. He forces himself not to think about the terrible white fingers that Wen Chen hung on his side just now. He just summoned up his strength to run forward.


    At this time, there was a change in the same scene ahead


    At the end of this narrow road, there was a man half floating in the dark - his limbs seemed to be sucked in by something sticky, deeply sunk in the dark, leaving only half of his body exposed.


    The head drooped weakly, and the pale eyelids hung tightly over the eyes, as if dead.


    Mo Yi''s eyes shine -- Jiang Yuanbai!


    He took all the strength in his body and ran towards the front.


    When he came to Jiang Yuan''s white face, a hoarse wail was heard again from the dark wall around him. Mo Yi''s heart suddenly pulled, and he stretched out his hand to try to grab Jiang Yuanbai''s shoulder and pull him out of the darkness.


    However, the darkness on both sides seemed to cling to his limbs like a swamp. When Mo Yi pulled him out, he even pulled him inward with greater force. Jiang Yuanbai''s pale face, which lost his vitality, turned to one side and seemed to sink deeper in.


    Mo Yi stretched out his hand and patted fearless Jiang Yuanbai''s cold and pale cheek and called out his name.


    Jiang Yuanbai was still hanging dead in the air without any reaction.


    He gritted his teeth and reached out to touch those black substances tightly entwined with Jiang Yuanbai -


    he felt cold and slippery, like some kind of disgusting gel, flowing slowly, emitting a sinister and ominous smell.


    Mo Yi clenched his teeth and put his hand into the deep dark, groping for Jiang Yuanbai''s forearm. However, he pulled it outwards with great force. While pulling, he still called out Jiang Yuanbai''s name, but it still had little effect.


    The fine sweat oozes from Mo Yi''s forehead. The cold sweat almost soaks the clothes behind him. The injured fingers feel like they are immersed in ice water and have severe pain.


    And just then, the sleeves on his arm crumpled up to reveal the silver and white ribbon that he had wrapped around his wrist.


    When the dark surrounding condensed into a solid, when it touched the ribbon, it seemed to be diluted, and disappeared into a piece of smoke.


    Mo Yi felt that the reaction force of pulling his arm was lighter, and he could not help looking at his subordinates with some consternation.


    He tried to move his wrist.


    Sure enough, those thick, sticky, gelatinous darkness turned into smoke as the ribbon went, struggling to disappear.


    Mo Yi''s spirit was greatly improved.


    At this time, the dark wall around again issued a cry of almost broken, the steep angle of the wall immediately inclined again, and then slowly moved closer to the middle.The cold sweat slid down the hot temple, and Mo Yi could hear his heart pounding.


    He knows, this means Wen Chen can''t last long.


    Mo Yi''s action is quick, like the same, one after another entangles Jiang Yuanbai''s limbs of darkness disappear with his action.


    When the darkness of the last arm that bound Jiang Yuanbai disappeared, his heavy body suddenly fell down as if he lost all his support.


    At the same time, the whole world seems to start trembling and roaring!


    It was as if the game itself realized that its contents had been taken away, and the dark moments on both sides of the body rolled like a boiling sea, pounding furiously against the fragile walls that bound them.


    The wall seemed to be about to break into pieces, and groaned and groaned, standing hard under the impact.


    Mo Yi clenches his teeth and drags Jiang Yuanbai''s heavy body forward.


    Wisps of darkness escaped from the cracks in the walls on both sides, and the scene was as terrible as the last day.


    After Jiang Yuanbai was rescued, the way back seemed to be shortened by more than half, and the straight road ahead was slightly bright.


    Export.


    Mo Yi tried his best to pull Jiang Yuanbai forward. The pain came from his arms and thighs. His willpower seemed to be the only strength he could support.


    The walls around the body are stubbornly made up for the original appearance after being hit with holes and holes. They are like the leaves shaking in the storm, but they still stand firm in the impact to resist all the pressure pouring down for the middle of the road.


    Fragile but indestructible.


    The way to leave was close to his eyes. In front of him was a bright light. Mo Yi threw jiang Yuanbai away in front of him, and then the whole person staggered forward with the residual strength.


    Just as soon as he left, the power to stop the torrent of darkness on both sides disappeared, and the narrow road behind him was instantly swallowed up.


    Mo Yi''s eyes are black, all the scenery seems to be blurred into a piece, nothing can be seen clearly, his arm half on the ground, barely supporting the heavy body, ears are full of white noise general buzz.


    He gasped violently, and the sweat slid down his cheek and onto the ground in front of him.


    After a while, Mo Yi regained his consciousness. He struggled to get up straight. He had no time to look at Jiang Yuanbai, who had just been thrown aside by him. Instead, he searched for another person''s body with a trace of anxiety that he didn''t even realize.


    At last, he saw a figure lying low on the ground where he had just left. The vague outline was tightly attached to the ground, as if to be swallowed up by the angry and turbulent darkness behind him.


    Mo Yi''s heart jumped.


    He pushed himself forward and walked quickly.


    Only heard Chen trembling lying on the ground, tall body curled up, as if experiencing some great pain in general, bright blood color from his body into the ground.


    As if noticing Mo Yi''s arrival, Wen Chen tried to side her face, hiding her face deeper into her drooping black hair, so that Mo Yi could not see his face:


    "I''m fine."


    There was something in the deep voice.


    Mo Yi stood by his side, looking down at him. His dark eyes seemed to have no emotion, and seemed to be rolling some dark undercurrent.


    He looked at Wen Chen quietly for a long time, then slowly and gently sighed.


    That sigh light as if the next second can be engulfed by the wind in general, in the moment of mouth disappear without trace.


    Mo Yi slowly squats down the body, carefully reaches out his hand to help Wen Chen up.


    He raised Wen Chen''s head with difficulty, and his arms half encircled each other''s body, forming a half reluctant embrace.


    The other party''s tall body trembled uncontrollably in his arms, and his black hair scattered from both sides of his cheek, revealing a pale and frightening face. His head was resting on Mo Yi''s palm, and his light eyes were paranoid and ferocious staring at Mo Yi''s half hung face.


    Wen Chen''s lower half face has been almost covered by dark red blood, on the pale face looks some startling.


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his pale cheek. His voice was as light as if it would be blown away in the next second:


    " Are you ok? "


    Wen Chen raised his trembling hand and tried his best to pull Mo Yi''s collar. Several wrinkled blood marks were left on the light colored cloth:


    "not good."


    His voice was hoarse like a broken windmill, and two repressed words seemed to be squeezed out of the teeth.


    Mo Yi hangs down his head along with his strength. The dark eyes under his eyelashes are wrong. He stares at Wen Chen and looks at him quietly.


    At the moment, Wen Chen seems to have torn up the usual calm and indifferent appearance. Her eyes are ferocious and stare at Mo Yi, like a beast that chooses people to eat. Her trembling light gray eyes are dangerous and pressing in their red eyes.But his voice was broken and weak:


    " Hold me


    Mo Yi''s action is slightly a meal, dark eyes in the look is heavy, like the dark lake surface, reflecting Wen Chen''s shrinking face.


    The next second, he slowly half Fu body, and then spread out his arms to embrace Wen Chen.


    Wen Chen suddenly straightened up, and his strong arm trembled back to embrace him. His cold palm gripped Mo Yi''s shoulder and knocked his chin into his neck socket fiercely.


    His eyes were red, and his pale fingers trembled.


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 Chapter 129

    Mo Yi encircles Wen Chen''s cold body with his arms, and his eyelashes drop slightly, covering up his eyes.


    He put his chin on Wen Chen''s shoulder, hugged him steadily, and pressed his palm on his shoulder.


    His nose was full of cold, thick blood and light pine wood, which wrapped all his senses like mist.


    They are so close that Mo Yi can even feel every shiver of each other''s body and every inch of tightening of his arm, which are transmitted along their close fitting bodies. Mo Yi can hardly tell whether he is shaking or the other party.


    They embrace quietly in the pool of blood and desolation.


    At this time, Mo Yi''s ear suddenly heard a familiar electronic voice:


    "congratulations to player Mo Yi, you have completed the branch task: crazy, task reward has been sent to your account, please collect it after the game is over."


    Mo Yi was stunned and recovered from his trance state. Since he heard the voice, it shows that


    Jiang yuanrou succeeded.


    She has successfully completed the branch line mission and, most likely, has successfully passed the membership test.


    Mo Yi subconsciously looked up into the air, looking for the blue countdown, but when he looked up, he couldn''t help shaking.


    His eyes widened in shock, and his eyes were unbelievably staring at the dark sky in front of him -


    he saw that from the first time he entered the copy, it was as dark as night, and there were pieces of cracks in the sky, like broken glass mirrors, spreading spider web like lines, and light blue cracks spreading from the edge of the countdown to the whole sky, It looks fragile and deadly.


    This How is that possible?


    Mo Yi gazed at the crack in the air, quickly recovered from the shock just now, and thought quickly in his mind.


    This situation has never occurred before when he completed the branch line task. Then, the greatest possibility lies in the variable that he rescued Jiang Yuanbai just now.


    If he remembers correctly, the moment he pulled Jiang Yuanbai out of the dark material, the whole copy trembled, and the cracks probably started to appear at that time, but the situation at that time was too chaotic for him to notice.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked thoughtfully at the cracks in the air, but it seemed that he suddenly caught a glimpse of something


    Only in the blue cracks, it seems that something flashed faintly, as if it was the current.


    Mo Yi was startled and focused on distinguishing. It seemed that there was a big wave in his mind --


    that was a string of code.


    It seems to be the string he saw when he first entered the game space, but it is more complete and detailed


    And more beautiful.


    It is dancing in the sky, emitting a soul grabbing light, shining like life, and breaking into nothingness in a flash, which makes people staring at it dazzled.


    Br


    , Mo''s heart was almost fascinated by a strange sound


    Mo Yi was stunned, and slowly recovered from the strange state just now. The voice reappeared again and thundered in his ears:


    "-- Mo Yi!"


    Mo Yi suddenly looked back. He saw that the old house not far away had nearly collapsed. The walls were falling, and the dust and debris were falling down, making a fragile roar and standing precariously under the cracked sky. The sound came from the bottom of the old house.


    Jiang yuanrou limped out of the house slowly. Her whole body was covered with blood. Her clothes were dyed dark brown by the deep and shallow blood color, and her face was covered with blood scabs.


    She gasped hard, dragging a weak leg to Mo Yi slowly.


    Mo Yi weakly raised his hand and gently patted Wen Chen''s back, which had already stopped shaking. He motioned for him to let go. Then he turned his head and looked at the sky again. It was still covered by spider web cracks, but he could not catch the code that just flashed.


    Just like before, it disappeared again, as if all just was Mo Yi''s imagination.


    His remaining light swept across a corner of the sky, and saw the blue countdown cut into pieces, but still managed to distinguish the remaining time:


    00:05:36


    this copy has five minutes to finish.


    Jiang yuanrou staggers to come near. She is equally puzzled and shocked by the strange scene in front of her. Her lips are slightly open. She seems to be ready to ask something. At this time, her eyes, which are somewhat dull due to blood loss, scan Wen Chen and Mo Yi, who are half seated on the ground. Then her eyes are fixed on Jiang Yuanbai, who is lying on the ground not far away.


    Jiang yuanrou was stunned on the spot. Her whole body was as stiff as wood. Her eyes widened in disbelief. She looked straight at Jiang Yuanbai''s half exposed side face. She could not believe her eyes¡ª¡ªMo Yi looks at Jiang yuanrou quietly.


    She seemed to have finally reacted, and, regardless of the wound on her body, rushed to Jiang Yuanbai lying on the ground.


    Jiang yuanrou raises Jiang Yuanbai''s head in the dust with trembling. At the moment when she looks at his face, big tears fall from her eyes, washing a bright tear mark on her bloodstained face, revealing the original pale skin color.


    She shakes Jiang Yuanbai with gentle movements as if she is afraid to wake him up. In her weak voice, there is an incredible shaking:


    " Yuan Bai? "


    Jiang Yuanbai is still lying on the ground, his pale face is stained with the dust on the ground, and his eyelids droop tightly. He doesn''t seem to have a trace of vitality. He can''t respond to Jiang yuanrou''s call.


    From just now on, Mo Yi has been paying close attention to their situation here. When he saw this scene, he could not help but frown slightly.


    He looked at Wen Chen doubtfully, his dark eyes fixed on him, and seemed to be asking questions in silence.


    Wen Chen seems to have recovered some strength, and his face is no longer as pale as before. He raised his hand and wiped the blood on his chin with the back of his hand. Then Wen Chen replied:


    "he''s OK, physically."


    At the same time when Wen Chen opens his mouth, Mo Yi''s remaining light sees Jiang yuanrou trembling and reaches for Jiang Yuanbai''s nose.


    Her face was pale, and her thin lips pressed tightly, as if subconsciously holding her breath.


    As soon as Wen Chen''s voice dropped, Mo Yi saw Jiang yuanrou as if she had relaxed all over her body, and breathed out a long breath -


    it seems that she has sensed a faint breath. It seems that Jiang Yuanbai is no longer in danger.


    But Wen Chen''s voice rings in Mo Yi''s ear at the same time:


    "psychologically, it''s not necessarily."


    Mo Yi eyebrows a jump, turn a head to see to Wen Chen, but have not waited for him to say what, be not far away ring of suppress cry interrupt.


    Jiang yuanrou stooped down on Jiang Yuanbai''s unconscious body. Her petite and thin figure trembled slightly. She looked fragile and powerless. Her low choking voice came, and her crying voice, which she tried to suppress, sounded dull and hoarse.


    It''s like a soft interior peeping under a cracked armor.


    The next second, Jiang yuanrou restrained all the fragility and emotion she had revealed. She straightened up and turned her head to look at Mo Yi''s direction. Her face was smeared with blood and tears, but her black and white eyes seemed to have been washed by water. She looked at Mo Yi straightly.


    She struggled to her feet, blood and mud sliding down the corner of her dress, stiff and slow, but extraordinarily firm.


    Jiang yuanrou stood up with difficulty, then slowly bent down her slender straight waist and bowed deeply.


    Mo Yi stares at her and says nothing.


    The broken sky behind Jiang yuanrou is divided into several pieces by the bright blue lines, and the countdown above is changing at a constant speed.


    Ten seconds to go.


    Jiang yuanrou straightened her back, looked at Mo Yi deeply with her eyes, moved her lips, and said with great care:


    thank you.


    Five seconds to go.


    Mo Yi felt that his hand was clenched by another cold hand. The slightly cold finger pulp pressed on his skin, causing slight pain. He turned his head and looked -


    there were three seconds left.


    I only heard that Chen was staring at him attentively, a pair of light gray eyes were like fog, the iris reflected the blue cracks in the air, and looked at him with no distractions.


    The next second, Mo Yi''s ear sounded out of date electronic music and the familiar mechanical sound:


    "congratulations on your successful escape!"


    All the sound, color, light and shadow seemed to be pulled away. Mo Yi only felt that his eyes were dark, and then he lost consciousness.


    When Mo Yi opened his eyes again, he found that he did not return to the real world, but returned to the dark void he had come to.


    Without any light and sound, Mo Yi''s whole body was once again enveloped by the feeling that all five senses failed.


    The empty female voice that once sounded in this space sounded again in his ear:


    "congratulations to player Mo Yi for upgrading his membership level. The system is judging -"


    Mo Yi keenly distinguishes the strange sound of electric current in that voice which is different from the last time. It seems that some old machine is out of order. It sounds strange and unnatural.


    The light blue light spot gathers in the dark, showing the characters:


    "this ¡ö comprehensive ¡ö review: ¡ö"


    the characters are broken and disordered. It looks like a disturbed LCD screen, with several illegible characters flashing.


    Mo Yi is stunned. Before he can react, the female voice rings again:


    "congratulations on upgrading to A-level member of the senior member club. The new permission will be opened the next time you enter the game."


    Next, it did not give Mo Yi any chance to ask questions. He said in a loud mechanical voice:"In the transmission of the real world -"


    Mo Yi immediately lost consciousness.


    I don''t know how long after that, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the familiar scenery came into his eyes, which gradually awakened his memory.


    Mo Yi gazed at the ceiling and gasped for a moment. He looked at the void, sweating all over.


    Just then, he felt his cheek lightly touched by something cold.


    Mo Yi turns his head to look, just see Wen Chen standing at his bedside to take back his finger, lean down to gaze at him, light colored eyes by the sunlight outside the window into the color of champagne, high nose in the face of a deep shadow.


    He came closer.


    Mo Yi could almost distinguish the radian of his clear eyelashes ---


    only heard that Chen looked down at him and asked in a low voice:


    "what''s my reward


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 Chapter 130

    Mo Yi pursed his lips and did not speak. His dark eyes quietly watched Wen Chen''s face. Under his calm appearance, he seemed to be flowing with a dark stream of ink.


    Their noses mingled and their eyes met.


    The strange and silent atmosphere spreads and ferments between them, as if something grows in the silence.


    Mo Yi faintly staggers the line of sight, moves his face from the shadow cast by Wen Chen, and then slowly sits up as if nothing happened.


    A faint loss flashed through Wen Chen''s eyes, and he also straightened up. The soft light in the window came in from behind him, blurring his facial features and sketching his upright body into a straight and silent shadow.


    Mo Yi looked up at him and said, "come here."


    His voice had just awakened hoarse, like velvet, gently wiped the eardrum, and then into the morning light overflowing into the room.


    Wen Chen suddenly raised his eyes, the light colored eyes under the high straight eyebrows were shining in the light behind, and almost stabbed people''s eyes hurt.


    He strode forward, and the distance between them was shortened in an instant.


    Mo Yi raises hand to pull Wen Chen''s dress lapel, the hand slightly makes force, force him to bend down.


    Wen Chen follows Mo Yi''s strength to approach, one hand supports on the baffle of the bed foot, droops the eye tightly to gaze at him, the vision is deep, seems to want to imprint his face in the brain in general.


    The light smell of pine forest lingers in the nose and covers Mo Yi gently and lingering.


    Mo Yi reaches out another hand, caresses the cheek of Wen Chen slowly.


    The other party seemed to be frightened by his action, and his whole body was stiff for a moment, but he immediately relaxed his body and let Mo Yi''s fingers gently rub his face.


    Mo Yi gazed at him thoughtfully. His fingers sketched the radian of Wen Chen''s lower jaw. The skin under his finger was slightly cold. It felt like delicate and warm jade.


    With his careless caressing, the cold surface seemed to be slightly stained with body temperature by his fingers. The temperature gradually increased, and some of his fingers were ironed by some hair -


    Mo Yi''s meditative eyes gradually focused and looked at Wen Chen''s face again.


    See each other''s face from the root of the ear began to appear a little red, gradually the whole face is dyed light pink, a pair of black hair in the ear tip is red.


    But Wen Chen''s eyes still did not dodge, staring at Mo Yi straightforwardly. His light eyes were burning at his face, and his breath was slightly disorderly sprayed on his face.


    It''s itchy.


    Mo Yi drops his eyes slightly, and then, as if to make the itching disappear, he pulls Wen Chen''s face closer with a little force on his hand, and then gently kisses each other''s lips.


    The soft touch of each other''s lips is clearly and clearly printed in the mind.


    Mo Yi opened his mouth to hold Wen Chen''s lower lip and sucked it gently. The other side''s body trembled with his action.


    Wen Chen raises his hand to press Mo Yi''s neck, excitedly wants to kiss back in the past, but is stopped by Mo Yi''s finger on his jaw.


    Mo Yi let go of Wen Chen''s lip, pulled a little farther a little bit, and then stood up sideways.


    He looked back at Wen Chen and traced each other''s face.


    The soft, short and tender kiss was almost a caress between the lips, and there was no deeper contact.


    But Wen Chen had a bigger reaction than the fierce wet kiss before. His face was all red, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes were fierce and confused.


    He made a mistake and gazed at Mo Yi. His breath was disorderly and heavy. His lips were tightly pursed, as if he was suppressing something.


    Mo Yi doesn''t look at him any more. He just looks around his room for a week. His eyes pass carelessly on the white note on the bedside table.


    He didn''t reach out to pick up the paper, but gently moved his shoulder, felt his thin clothes stuck to his skin with sticky sweat, and frowned slightly.


    Mo Yi turns to say to Wen Chen: "I go to take a bath, you are free."


    After that, he turned and walked to the bathroom.


    Wen Chen''s vision has not left him, but the light in the eyes is slowly dark down, he quietly nodded.


    Mo Yi''s eyes moved slightly, and he went up to him, pecking at his lips.


    Wen Chen''s eyes widened instantly.


    Mo Yi is also a little hot now. He turns around and walks to the bathroom without incident. As he walks, he says:


    "by the way, he consumed so much in the copy before. Are you sure it''s ok now?"


    Wen Chen''s hoarse and low voice came from behind him, and his voice was oppressed Not sure. "


    Mo Yi''s hand at the moment has already grasped in the bathroom door handle, smell speech subconsciously turn head to look at Wen Chen, issued a question syllable: "Oh?"


    Under the soft sunlight coming through the window, Wen Chen''s figure was slowly becoming lighter and lighter. The shallow light cast a halo on the floor through his body, as if he were slowly disappearing"I''m probably going to sleep for a while."


    "Br >" if you don''t pay me, don''t look at me with your eyes. "


    After saying that, Wen Chen seemed to think of something, some unnatural gently coughed, his figure at the moment has almost completely dissipated into a piece of light smoke, leaving a vague outline in the sun.


    Before Wen Chen completely disappeared, he left the last sentence, and the ending sound was floating in the room:


    "..." But now I owe you. "


    Mo Yi looks at the empty room. He Jerks at the corners of his mouth and turns the door of the bathroom open.


    I don''t know why, he didn''t want to know what Wen Chen would return him.


    Half an hour later.


    While wiping his wet hair, Mo Yi opened the bathroom door and came out. The steaming water vapor in the room behind him dissipated with his action, and the room was filled with a shallow fragrance of bath gel.


    He put a slightly wet towel over his shoulder, went to the bedside table, bent over and picked up the snow-white card and opened it.


    as like as two peas, he had a quick glance. The procedural words on the above were exactly the same as before. Nothing changed. The only change was the rest time:


    had a full month.


    He put the piece of paper back to its original position and opened the small gray box next to it.


    Inside is the props that Mo Yi bought before the copy was opened. He took out the list in the box and ran through it at random. He turned his eyes around the box and found that the items in his copy had been automatically stored in the virtual backpack.


    Mo Yi slightly curls his lips - at least on this point, the game is still very human.


    He casually inspected the memory of a circle of virtual backpack, and found that it was not full, and there were still several empty compartments.


    Just then, he seemed to think of something.


    Mo Yi is slightly stunned, and his eyes slowly light up. He quickly turns off his virtual backpack, puts the wet towel on his shoulder aside, and then quickly walks to the table and turns on the computer.


    He was typing fast and his fingers were ringing in the room.


    Symbols and numbers quickly alternate on the light blue screen, flipping down rapidly in rows.


    The data stream transformed on the screen is reflected in Mo Yi''s dark eyes, and it jumps rapidly at the bottom of Mo Yi''s eyes, which is almost hard to catch.


    He focused on a small screen in front of him, and devoted himself to it. His fingers hit the keyboard, and his thoughts quickly flowed into symbols, which flowed from his fingertips to lines of data on the computer screen.


    I don''t know how long it took, but Mo Yi finally stopped.


    He stares at the screen in front of him and frowns tightly -


    what he has seen in the copy before is just a bunch of broken code, which is incomplete and even deliberately covered up.


    The code string just knocked out by Mo Yi is the most likely to be realized among the numerous possibilities derived from the broken code. According to his memory, he typed down the code he peeped into in the copy, and then tried to complete it with his own ability, and even tried to expand and develop it.


    Mo Yi gazed at his achievements on the screen. The fluorescence of the screen printed a pale blue light on his face, and his brow was locked -


    he met with a bottleneck.


    This string of data is messy and complicated. Even if he tries his best to fill it up, the result is incomplete, disabled and dead.


    It''s not as he sees in the copy - alive, jumping, changing, going through a cycle of life and death in seconds.


    Mo Yi sighed with frustration and moved his eyes away from the screen. He found that the room was almost completely dark from when it started. The twilight came in from the open window, and only the computer screen in front of him was still shining slightly.


    He gently moved his shoulder, and he could not help hissing -


    the whole shoulder and back were stiff and numb, as if he had experienced a marathon. When he moved gently, he pulled every muscle to move on the skeleton, bringing strong pain.


    Since he washed his hands, Mo Yi has never had such pain.


    He frowned and rubbed his shoulder stiffly. Suddenly, there was a slight vibration in his ear.


    Mo Yi subconsciously turned to look at the mobile phone that he put aside. His screen lit up and showed a message.


    The display is from Jiang yuanrou.


    He reached for the mobile phone with difficulty, and his fingertips slid upward. There was a long string of missed calls and unread messages.


    Mo Yi frowned slightly - he was so focused that he didn''t hear it once.He was about to open the latest message when he heard a quick knock at the door.


    Mo Yi made a pause, pressed down his fingertips and pointed to it. Clear handwriting appeared on the light blue screen:


    "here I am. ¡ª¡ªFrom Jiang yuanrou "


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 Chapter 131

    Mo Yi stared at the bright screen of the mobile phone in a daze. There was a gentle knock on the door again. A familiar female voice came through the closed door, which sounded quite far away:


    "it''s me, Jiang yuanrou, are you at home?"


    Mo Yi calmed down, turned off the computer screen, stood up, and walked quickly to the door.


    The light wood door opened in front of her, and Jiang yuanrou was standing one step away from him. Her long soft brown hair made her face paler. Her light lips pressed tightly, which seemed to be a little uneasy.


    After seeing Mo Yi open the door, Jiang yuanrou breathed a sigh of relief:


    "great I couldn''t get in touch with you today. I thought something was wrong with you. "


    Mo Yi shrugged helplessly and said, "I''m sorry for the delay."


    In fact, he didn''t think that he would spend a whole day on it, and he didn''t even think of his mobile phone.


    Jiang yuanrou knows that Mo Yi doesn''t want to talk more about it, so she is considerate not to ask more questions, but just nods to indicate that she knows.


    Mo Yi turns to let her in. Jiang yuanrou raises her eyes and looks into the room. She is stunned:


    "why don''t you turn on the light?"


    Only then did Mo Yi realize that he had been in the dark since just now. He laughed awkwardly and replied:


    " Forget it. "


    Click, the light on the wall will light up for a moment, he will light up the whole room.


    Jiang yuanrou followed him into the room, and the door closed quietly behind her.


    She looked at Mo Yi deeply and said:


    "thank you very much when I was in the copy before. When I was confronted with Edwin, I was a bit desperate at that time. I felt lucky that I could survive that copy, not to mention looking for yuan Bai."


    Jiang yuanrou slowly took a deep breath, and a glimmer of water flashed in her eyes. She blinked hard to stabilize her mood:


    "thank you Otherwise, Yuanbai can''t come out alive, really Thank you


    She gazed at Mo Yi and solemnly said, "we will never forget your help."


    Jiang yuanrou''s words are implicit, but they can still make people understand her voice over. She will repay him as much as possible.


    Mo Yi''s face is plain, just smile gently: "have a heart."


    Suddenly, at this moment, Mo Yi seemed to think of something. His eyes looked at Jiang yuanrou with some doubts, and then he asked:


    "by the way, what about Jiang Yuanbai? Didn''t he come together? "


    As soon as his words were spoken, he saw that Jiang yuanrou''s face suddenly changed, and her eyes slowly became dignified. She took a long breath, and then said in a low voice:


    "Yuanbai, he hasn''t woken up yet."


    Mo Yi was stunned Didn''t wake up? "


    Jiang yuanrou nodded heavily and continued: "in fact, when I couldn''t get in touch with you this morning, I wanted to come over and confirm your safety. But the reason why I took the time now is because I was caught up in Yuanbai''s affairs."


    Mo Yi looks at her quietly, waiting for her to come down.


    Jiang yuanrou pinched her nose a little tired, and her pale face was tinged with a trace of tiredness, and said:


    "after the copy is over, Yuanbai has indeed returned to the real world, but he has always been in a state of lethargy."


    Mo Yi frowned: "do you know why?"


    Jiang yuanrou shook her head slowly and said, "we have the best family doctor and equipment. We have done a whole body examination for Yuanbai. It is found that his body is very healthy and his physiological functions are intact, but I can''t wake up. "


    Mo Yi looks at Jiang yuanrou''s tired face and gently purses her lips.


    Jiang yuanrou continued: "the doctor said He seems to be resisting. He doesn''t want to wake up


    ¡­¡­ I don''t want to wake up.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows are tight. He remembers what Wen Chen said when he was in the copy before. Jiang Yuanbai has nothing to do with his body, but not necessarily psychologically Does that mean this?


    "Do you know when Yuan Bai will enter the copy next time?" he asked


    Jiang yuanrou looked up at him with a deep worry in her eyes: "one month."


    Mo Yi continued to ask, "if by that time Jiang Yuanbai hasn''t woken up yet. What should I do? "


    Jiang yuanrou''s face flashed a sad smile: "what can I do? This game won''t pity the players because of their physiological and psychological reasons. When time comes, the game will still pull him into the copy, so it must be waiting for death."


    "In my experience, the first time a player is pulled into a replica, she explains," the right time and state is chosen, but after the first time, even if the player is not ready at the beginning of the game, he will be pulled into the copy. "Jiang yuanrou thought for a few seconds, and then went on to say:


    "maybe it is because the game will give the next time to enter the game after the end of a copy, so if the player is not ready at that time, the game will acquiesce that he is willing to bear all the consequences."


    Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully.


    So If Jiang Yuanbai doesn''t wake up in a month, he will be in the current state.


    There is no doubt that he will die.


    Jiang yuanrou continued: "now our family doctors have taken over the task, and the medical equipment is also the most advanced. Besides There''s nothing I can do


    She hesitantly pursed her lips and raised her eyes to Mo Yi. She asked in a low voice:


    "by the way, I can ask What happened when you rescued yuan Bai? Would you mind telling me? "


    Mo Yi slightly droops his eyes, the light on his head sprinkles, and his eyelashes print deep shadows on his pale face.


    He shook his head slowly and replied:


    "I''m sorry, it''s not just me, but a friend of mine


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at Jiang yuanrou and said sincerely, "and it can be said that he played a major role, so..."


    He didn''t say all the rest, but it was enough for smart people.


    Jiang yuanrou nodded with an apologetic smile on her face:


    "I understand In fact, I''m also in a hurry to seek medical treatment. "


    At this time, Jiang yuanrou seemed to think of something, and her expression on her face suddenly became strange:


    "by the way, the friend who helped you Is that the gentleman we met after leaving Edwin''s spiritual world? "


    Mo Yi was stunned, and the picture in the copy immediately came back to his mind - the blushing, lips and teeth entwined kiss came back to him vividly once again, as if imprinted into the senses.


    He felt a little hot on his face and coughed gently: "it''s him."


    Jiang yuanrou showed a teasing smile:


    "don''t forget to introduce him to us if you have a chance. It happens that I haven''t said thank you in person."


    Mo Yi''s face returned to normal, but he still looked a little embarrassed:


    "in fact, we are not..."


    As soon as the words were spoken, he choked. He wanted to explain that they were not the kind of relationship Jiang yuanrou imagined, but according to what Jiang yuanrou had seen before This weak explanation couldn''t even convince himself.


    Br: >, the last word in the mouth If you have a chance. "


    Jiang yuanrou picked up her bag, turned and walked out. As she walked, she said:


    "since you have nothing wrong, then my purpose has been achieved."


    She put her hand on the door handle, turned to look at Mo Yi solemnly, and said solemnly, "it''s really frightening for you to lose contact all day like this. We are all worried."


    Jiang yuanrou opens the door, and the light in the corridor outside the door lights up with the sound of her opening the door, illuminating the porch along the opening door.


    As she stood at the door, she suddenly thought of something and asked, "by the way Are you going to see Yuanbai? "


    Mo Yi thought for a moment - to tell the truth, he can''t say that he is curious about Jiang Yuanbai''s state now. In addition, he has worked hard to save him before. If he doesn''t see him, he can''t tell the truth.


    So he nodded, then looked down at his wrist watch and added:


    "yes, but it''s too late today. I''ll see him tomorrow."


    Jiang yuanrou nodded and gave him a faint smile: "well, I''ll see you tomorrow."


    After that, she bowed deeply to Mo Yi again: "thank you very much this time."


    Jiang yuanrou straightened up and finally took a deep look at Mo Yi and said, "good night."


    After that, she closed the door politely and quietly. Mo Yi could hear the sound of her high-heeled shoes knocking on the ground through the closed door, and then gradually became smaller and farther away.


    Silence returned to the room.


    The warm yellow light on the top of the room is reflected on the clean window, which overlaps with the street lights and running lights on the road far away from the window. It looks colorful and strange.


    Mo Yi gazed out of the window for a while, then took a long breath, turned and walked into the bathroom.


    He turned on the tap of cold water, and the cold and clear water washed down in an instant. He put his hand under the water and threw a handful of cold water on his face.


    The cold feeling ran straight up his head along the skin on his face, which made Mo Yi''s whole body excited, and the whole person suddenly woke up --


    according to his current interpretation of the code, it might be a long night tonight.


    Mo Yi reached out and took the towel hanging on one side and wiped his face at will. His eyes fell on the washing table beside him.The ribbon that had been wrapped around his wrist in the copy was lying quietly on the white porcelain washstand, glowing in the light.


    He slightly a Leng, reached out to take that silk ribbon, carefully looked at.


    Mo Yi was in a hurry to take a bath before, so he did not observe it carefully, so he pulled it off and put it aside. After that, he was directly attracted by the code found in the copy and spent the whole day beside the computer.


    That''s why he''s now discovering the change.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes are slightly congealed, the corners of his lips are straight, and his dark eyes are tightly staring at the band in his palm.


    There was not only a bright blood line on it, but also a deep ink mark, which stained the edge of the ribbon. The silver ribbon was spread on it, flowing with the fluctuation of the cloth.


    It''s like Absorbed the dark substance that had previously imprisoned Jiang Yuanbai in the copy. 161


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 Chapter 132

    Mo Yi spent the whole night in front of the computer.


    The sky outside the window is gradually covered with fish belly white. The edge of the deep dark blue sky is gradually infected by the light and bright morning light. The light gray light spreads into the room from the window, and the sound of keyboard tapping in the silent room is continuous.


    His brows frowned unconsciously, his lips pressed, and his pale face was pale blue by the light on the screen.


    Mo Yi''s posture hasn''t changed all night.


    He subconsciously reached out and took the cup aside to his mouth, but the weight in his hand was empty. Mo Yi was stunned and looked down at the cup in his hand. Only then did he find that there was only a thin layer of dark coffee residue left in the cup.


    Mo Yi gazed at the coffee dregs at the bottom of the cup for a long time, and it seemed that he finally recovered from his previous concentration.


    He stopped hitting the keyboard and slowly stretched his stiff back. The bones of his back made a grinding noise, and all his muscles seemed to be groaning and complaining, and a heavy numbness spread over his shoulders and neck.


    The sky is always bright in early summer. The bright morning light soon pushes the dark night sky away. The light in the sky gradually clarifies, indicating the coming of the morning.


    Mo Yi stretched out his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. Under his eyes, there was a light blue black.


    Long time high-intensity work makes his spirit incomparably sober and excited. The conflict between brain and body makes him a little tired.


    He looked up at the results of his night''s work and took a long breath.


    This project is much larger than he thought, but also much more difficult -


    this code is not only incomplete, but also has several layers of encryption, which makes Mo Yi''s work more difficult.


    He looked down at the dial on his wrist and threw himself back into the computer screen.


    More than two hours later, Mo Yiding''s alarm clock rang. He rang the alarm, went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and then cleaned up and ready to go out. After all, Jiang Yuanbai is still in a coma, so he still has to go to find out about the situation.


    He hesitated for a few seconds before he went out. Finally, he picked up the silk ribbon from the bedside table and wrapped it around his wrist.


    Half an hour later, Mo Yi comes to the address Jiang yuanrou sent him before.


    It was a villa on the outskirts of the city. It wasn''t very big. It even looked low-key from the outside.


    Jiang yuanrou comes to meet Mo Yi in person. She is far from the embarrassed appearance in the copy. Her makeup and clothes are decent and exquisite. Her long dark brown curly hair is coiled behind her head, revealing a bright and gentle face.


    She was familiar with beckoning and showed a smile to Mo Yi: "you are coming."


    Mo Yi nodded, walked slowly forward, stood in front of Jiang yuanrou, exchanged greetings at will, and then went straight to the topic and asked:


    "by the way, where is Jiang Yuanbai? I''ll go and see him. "


    A trace of sadness flashed on Jiang yuanrou''s face, but she quickly covered up her emotional fluctuation and said to Mo Yi, "follow me."


    After saying that, they went to the house one after the other.


    The interior decoration of the villa is as low-key as that of the outside. Both the hall and the corridor are quite imposing. The floor is covered with thick wool carpet, which can completely absorb the sound of their feet.


    Mo Yi follows Jiang yuanrou up the stairs and stops in front of a room --


    Jiang yuanrou pushes the door open gently. Mo Yi looks into the room and sees Jiang Yuanbai lying quietly on a big bed in the middle of the room. His face is pale and almost integrated with the same color sheet. His eyes are closed, and he seems to have no vitality as in the copy.


    He seemed to be asleep, and his chest heaved quietly and slowly under his thin quilt.


    There are several huge medical instruments beside the bed. Several light green screens display several regular curves. It seems that they are used to monitor Jiang Yuanbai''s vital signs. In the quiet room, the sound of light drops is heard.


    Jiang yuanrou stares at Jiang Yuanbai lying on the bed, sighs a long sigh, and then whispers:


    "since leaving the copy yesterday, he has been like this."


    Mo Yi nodded and asked, "what did your doctor say?"


    Jiang yuanrou walked out of the door, her slender back leaning against the wall of the corridor, and her face showed a sense of exhaustion that was hard to cover up:


    "it''s not different from yesterday. Yuanbai''s physiological function is completely healthy, but there is no way to wake up. Maybe the rate is psychological. "


    Mo Yi looked thoughtfully at Jiang Yuanbai, who was lying on the bed in the room, and pursed his lips slightly:


    "it is possible, after all, if according to the time in real life, he stayed in the copy for nearly half a month. And what happened in the copy We don''t know. "


    The only person who may know Jiang Yuanbai''s state at the moment is Wen Chen. However, he is still in a state of deep sleep that consumes too much energy.


    With a long sigh, Jiang yuanrou pinched her nose and nodded gently¡°¡­¡­ Yes


    The room is filled with warm and fragrant breath, and only the monotonous and regular drip sound of machines in the room can be heard in the air.


    Mo Yi takes back his sight, steps back and walks out of the room. He takes the door of the room.


    The sound of the machine was isolated from the heavy wooden doors, and the air in the corridor was silent and silent.


    Jiang yuanrou took out a cigarette and put it on her lips. She bit it gently with her teeth. After a few seconds, she took it down again. She rubbed the slender lady cigarette with her fingers unconsciously. She looked worried.


    Mo Yi looked at her quietly for a while, and asked coldly, "don''t you smoke?"


    Jiang yuanrou seemed to be half awakened, raised her head, smirked covertly, and then stuffed the cigarette back into her pocket:


    " No, quit. "


    She looked up at Mo Yi with a wry smile:


    "how to say It''s not very good to see the family members who have been lost and recovered will soon be lost again. "


    Jiang yuanrou blinked and lifted her eyes again. When she lifted her eyes, she laughed and said:


    "let''s go. Let''s go to the study."


    Mo Yi nodded, followed Jiang yuanrou to another direction, through several corridors, came to the study.


    Hot tea was ready inside, and white smoke curled out.


    Mo Yi sat on one of the chairs, reached for a cup of tea, then looked up at Jiang yuanrou and asked, "by the way, I haven''t had a chance to ask you before - what was the last copy like? My vision has always been limited and I can''t see the whole picture. "


    Jiang yuanrou sits down opposite Mo Yi, also holds up a cup of hot tea, and then says:


    "in a word The setting of that copy is about the same as what we had supposed. After Edwin''s most evil personality killed other characters in his body, he became the master of his body. His idea is the same as you had guessed before. He thinks that the human soul is a butterfly bound in the body, and human life is ugly and dirty... "


    Jiang yuanrou shivered subconsciously and went on to say:


    "he felt that his act of killing people and dismembering people was a help to all of us and help human beings to extricate themselves from the body that imprisoned their souls Art is a kind of beauty. "


    Mo Yi listens carefully and stares at Jiang yuanrou through the misty tea mist. She continues to say:


    "but According to what I saw after I fell down, Edwin''s other personalities were not true, good and beautiful either. The two adult personalities were obsessed with curing mental illness at all costs. The young personality, I think, was a mirage of his deformed childhood. The other two were his protectors, and he was a cowardly escapist. "


    Jiang yuanrou sipped her tea gently and concluded, "in short, it''s quite abnormal."


    Mo Yi nodded and then asked, "what happened after you fell down?"


    Jiang yuanrou shrugged: "the following is actually the red door I saw in the last copy, but it was opened this time - inside is Edwin''s slaughterhouse, and I found other information about this copy in it."


    Although she said it lightly, Mo Yi had personally experienced the copy and clearly knew its difficulty and hardship.


    That kind of adventure and tension is revealed from Jiang yuanrou''s words -


    " I was on the wrong foot, and I was almost dismembered by Edwin, and my leg was broken at that time


    Jiang yuanrou''s fingers holding the tea cup tightened slightly, and their fingertips turned white: "but at that critical moment Like an earthquake, the whole room began to shake violently and collapse... "


    She pursed her lips, a little pale: "and Edwin, as if disturbed by something, stopped, and I had a chance to kill..."


    Mo Yi was keen to capture the key word and interposed: "disturbed?"


    Jiang yuanrou nodded and frowned as if she was recalling something. Then she hesitated and said, "yes, it''s like The picture of the TV set is disturbed by other signals, which is similar to the screen being jammed. "


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and nodded thoughtfully.


    Interesting.


    Jiang yuanrou, who was sitting opposite, raised her head and gazed at him and asked in a low voice:


    " Does this have anything to do with the cracks in the sky I saw after climbing out of my old house? "


    She looked at Mo Yi deeply, and continued: "I have never seen the sky of the copy ever become like that. I couldn''t believe my eyes at that time --"


    Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully and replied:


    "maybe it is, but I don''t know much more than you now, so I can''t draw any conclusions..."


    Subconsciously, he rubbed the delicate edge of the white porcelain teacup in his palm, and the mild touch was transmitted to his fingertips"I only know that this should have something to do with the rescue of Yuan Bai."


    This rescue action of Jiang Yuanbai seems to have touched a key point of the whole game, and pulled out several clues and threads.


    It was as if the gold digger saw a little golden reflection in the vast expanse of sand. The inexpressible excitement and tension brought by the feeling of finding evidence made his heart beat faster.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and suppressed the inexplicable emotion in his heart. Suddenly, he thought of the greatest meritorious official who contributed to this matter. Wen Chen, for a moment, couldn''t help but be a little distracted.


    At this time, it seemed as if his heart had a soul.


    he was scratched by something soft in the palm of his hand.


    Familiar touch, like fog, gently pruritus in the palm, as if coquetry gently wound over. 161


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    Mo Yi is slightly stunned and subconsciously tightens his fingers, trying to catch the strange touch in his palm.


    But his fingertips went straight through the air and caught the air.


    The mist, which had no concrete shape, gathered in the palm of Mo Yisong''s loose palms, stroked every line and every inch of skin in his palm inch by inch, and then slowly extended through his fingers and gently rubbed against the back of his hand.


    It''s like touching your fingers.


    Mo Yi coughed in a low and disguised way. He raised his other hand and sent the tea cup to his lips to cover his expression.


    This feeling is so strange No matter how you move your fingers, you can''t get rid of the soft entanglement between your fingers.


    Mo Yi looks down at the light green tea in the cup and frowns subconsciously -


    he thought Wen Chen would sleep for a long time, but he didn''t expect that he would wake up so soon Although it has not been transformed into human form, it has already appeared in the form of fog.


    Jiang yuanrou seems to be aware of Mo Yi''s absence of mind, so she stops her next words and asks anxiously:


    "what''s the matter? Are you all right? "


    Mo Yi drooped his eyes and took a sip of the tea. His pale face was slightly red by the tea mist curling from the tea cup. He shook his head and casually prevaricated:


    : " It''s OK. It''s just that I haven''t had a good rest. "


    Jiang yuanrou seemed to notice the light blue and black under Mo Yi''s eyes and frowned anxiously:


    "is there something bothering you? If you need my help, just say so


    Mo Yi was about to shake his head, but he seemed to think of something and made a slight pause: "in fact It''s true. "


    The computer configuration he is using now is quite high even in his professional field, However, it is still difficult to run the decoding algorithm he is trying now, so he has a more urgent demand for hardware. But now the more professional equipment is monopolized by the military, and he has withdrawn for a long time and is not ready to return. It is really involved to use the previous lines and contacts.


    Jiang''s enterprise is just one of the military''s high-tech partners.


    After listening to Mo Yi''s needs, Jiang yuanrou thought for a few seconds and nodded slowly:


    "I''ll go and see what I can do for you."


    After getting Jiang yuanrou''s affirmative reply, Mo Yi gently hooked his lips and said, "thank you very much."


    The fog that had been twining around his hands was no longer moving. He seemed very satisfied with the state of ten fingers clasping, and quietly closed Mo Yi''s fingers.


    Mo Yi some helplessly sipped a cup of warm tea, also can only to Wen Chen some cross-border behavior to ignore.


    He no longer pays attention to the strange feeling in his palm, and turns his attention to Jiang yuanrou again. Then he asks the previous topic:


    "what happened later? What happened after that? "


    Jiang yuanrou replied: "after Edwin was stuck, I found a chance to escape. Then I used the terrain to hold him to fight against him. At that time, the villa was basically crumbling. I dragged a broken leg to dig a way out of the rubble."


    Her voice gently described the breathtaking scene. Jiang yuanrou said it with a few words, but it still made me feel a little nervous.


    Mo Yi nodded and continued to ask, "in addition, do you find anything worth noticing in the copy?"


    Jiang yuanrou thought about it carefully and then said:


    "well There was nothing more than the abnormal state of the sky after I left the villa - but I don''t think I need to say that, do I? "


    She shrugged jokingly at Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi showed a smile comprehensively, then lowered his head and sipped the tea in the cup.


    Jiang yuanrou naturally picked up the teapot and added half a cup of tea to Mo Yi. The strong fragrance of tea rose along with the steam. It smelled fresh and quiet.


    She put down the delicate white porcelain teapot in her hand, but something suddenly came to her mind and added:


    "however, after the copy is over It''s not the same as before. "


    Mo Yi looked up at her and quietly waited for her to continue.


    "I seem to enter a dark space without any light and touch, and then a voice tells me that I have passed the membership test of the senior member club. Have you ever experienced this before?"


    "Yes," Mo Yi nodded. "What level of membership are you now?"


    Jiang yuanrou replied, "grade C, how about you?"


    Mo Yi squinted his eyes and said, "before this copy it was level B, now it''s level A."


    Jiang yuanrou widened her eyes in amazement and said, "I''m afraid Wow. "Mo Yi gave Jiang yuanrou a brief introduction of some of his rights to member clubs and members, and then concluded:


    "I only find these information from it for the time being, half of which is revealed by the game itself, and the other is my guess."


    Now they have basically figured out the forbidden rules of the game. When two people communicate at different levels of understanding, the key happiness will be blocked, such as players and non players, members and non members. However, if the game determines that the level of knowledge of two people is at the same stage, it will not prevent the exchange of information between players.


    So after opening the branch copy, the two copies blend by default, and then Jiang yuanrou and Mo Yi can exchange information smoothly.


    Today, Mo Yi not only met Jiang Yuanbai, who has sound limbs, but also exchanged information and information with Jiang yuanrou. His purpose of coming here has basically been achieved.


    He picked up the cup, drank the rest of the tea in one gulp, then stood up and said to Jiang yuanrou:


    "I should go too, so I won''t bother you."


    Jiang yuanrou stood up and took him to the door. He sincerely invited him to stay for lunch, but Mo Yi politely refused.


    After all, there is still a mess waiting for him in his own apartment.


    in the next few days, Mo Yi was working upside down in front of the computer.


    Four days later, someone knocked on his door, and high-end machines and equipment flowed into his door, and then they were properly and carefully assembled, which almost armed Mo Yi''s study into a high-tech computer room -


    Jiang yuanrou''s efficiency is very high, and in just a few days, he got the top military prototype for Mo Yi.


    After the prototype was delivered, Mo Yi focused more on decoding and running the algorithm.


    He almost devoted all his energy to it, and the high-end and advanced prototypes worked around the clock like his other brain.


    The previous exercise plans with Shen Lei and others were shelved by him. Mo Yi''s visits to the fitness villa reduced with the frequency visible to the naked eye. Every time he went there, he seemed to be in an absent-minded state. His brows were locked and his mouth was whispering. It seemed that he was calculating something. Sometimes when he was on the treadmill, he would suddenly think of something and move He quickly jumped out of the machine and scribbled something on the little book he was carrying with him.


    Shen Lei once saw Mo Yi when he was writing and painting because of his curiosity. However, the symbols on it seemed to him like alien words, which made him dizzy and bloated. He gave up trying to understand what Mo Yi was doing.


    Wang Zezhi, who has some knowledge of the password, patted Shen Lei on the shoulder sympathetically, telling him that Mo Yi''s writing has at least four fold encryption. Even if someone who knows the content of his writing gets his book, he can''t decipher it.


    Mo Yi just forgot to eat and sleep, and spent a period of time without sleep.


    Finally, after 48 hours without sleeping, Mo Yi''s body can''t resist the protest of physiological mechanism.


    He fell asleep in front of the fast calculating three screens, with deep dark circles under his eyes, looking decadent and tired.


    When I woke up again, the window was completely dark, and the whole room was a vast twilight. Only the three high and low screens in front and the two smaller screens behind were still on, flashing blue light in the dark room.


    Mo Yi blinked a little blankly. Half a day later, he reflected where he was.


    He straightened up, and a thin dress on his back slipped down with his movements and fell to the ground.


    Mo Yi slowly looked down at the clothes on the floor. His chaotic brain was working hard.


    Who made this for him?


    It seemed that he had just recovered from his fierce and desperate work and began to think of some strange phenomena which he had been blind to for the past two days.


    In the first few days, he still lived on takeout, but later It was as if the meal itself had appeared on his table.


    There is no need to add coffee, clean clothes ready at any time


    Mo Yi turns to look at the garbage can.


    It''s empty.


    The takeaway boxes that were thrown in before seemed to have been cleaned up, and there was no trace of existence at all.


    Mo Yi raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. Once he started to work, he seemed to be in a strange state. The whole person was deeply immersed in his own thoughts and did not care about the external things and changes. In retrospect, the state of the previous few days was almost like a long dream.


    In the dream, there are only a few fuzzy pictures, and full of data, data, data, code, code.


    Mo Yi closed his eyes and then raised his voice¡°¡­¡­ Wen Chen


    His hoarse voice sounded in the empty room, which scared Mo Yi, who had not heard other voices for several days.


    The room was quiet and there was no response.


    Mo Yi stood up with his desk and pushed open the door of his study. The warm yellow light and the sweet smell of sweet porridge pounded at his senses, almost making him feel at a loss.


    He narrowed his aching eyes and looked into the kitchen. He saw that porridge was cooking on the kitchen stove. The long handled spoon moved by itself, slowly stirring in the rolling porridge.


    Mo Yi subconsciously hooked his lips and leaned against the door frame and said:


    " Mr. snail? "


    As soon as his voice fell, the steaming mist gathered under the Yellow lamplight in the kitchen, and the outline of a familiar figure slowly became clear.


    Wen Chen stood in the kitchen, and the automatic long handle spoon was holding in his slender fingers.


    He gazed at Mo Yi, his lips pursed into a soft arc:


    "Oh? Mr. snail? "


    Wen Chen put down the spoon in his hand and came to Mo Yi and said with a gentle smile:


    "do you remember that the young man in the legend finally married the snail girl?" 161


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    Wen Chen is close to Mo Yi. Her light colored eyes are shining like champagne under the light. Her eyelashes are drooping and staring at Mo Yi attentively.


    The air is filled with the sweet smell of porridge, and the rich rice fragrance is rolling with the warm steam.


    The light above the head is bright and gentle, blocking the strong and boundless night outside the window.


    The weariness of sleepless work is like the tide, which sweeps every sense organ in the body, and makes the conscious reason in the brain fall apart.


    Mo Yi looked back at Wen Chen, and a little trance flashed in his eyes --


    that strange sense of familiarity seems to be back again.


    Different from the faint and faint of the last time, this time it comes gently and gently, as if the gentle level quietly overflows the chest, and the warm touch spreads along the four limbs and hundreds of skeletons


    Hazy as if it was a midsummer night''s dream.


    Perhaps it is too long working hours that slow his brain, or his weak body makes his will weak as well.


    Mo Yi reached around Wen Chen''s neck, gently pressed on his back neck, and exerted his finger force -


    he touched Wen Chen''s lips gently, and his soft feather like touch left him as if he had never existed before.


    Wen Chen''s eyes can''t be trusted to slightly stare big, just now calm as if molesting his appearance, as if he had been eaten into the stomach.


    Mo Yi let go of his hand, stepped back a step and said as if nothing had happened:


    "thank you."


    Having said that, he stretched out his aching and stiff limbs, then went to the table, pulled out his chair and sat down.


    He looks as usual to look up to Wen Chen, smile to open a mouth to say: "I am hungry."


    Smell Chen seems to just react to come over, ear root place spreads shallow ruddy, his shallow clear cough a, press hard oneself cannot control the lip angle that hook up.


    He walked quickly into the kitchen, lowered his head, picked up the long handled spoon beside the pot and stirred it absently for two times. However, he kept peeping at Mo Yi sitting at the table with the rest of his eyes.


    Mo Yi if have sense ground to look up to his direction, Wen Chen in the heart a startle, immediately took back own vision.


    He looked at the porridge turned over in the pan, coughed twice, then reached out to turn off the fire:


    "OK."


    After that, Wen Chen filled the bowl with a spoon from a porcelain bowl in the cupboard. The strong fragrance of rice rose with the snow-white steam, and the whole room was filled with the sweet smell of porridge.


    He came over, pushed the bowl in front of Mo Yi, put the delicate porcelain spoon on the edge of the bowl, and said in a deep voice:


    "be careful of scalding."


    Mo Yi drew the bowl closer and suddenly made a move. His eyes fell on the fresh flowers on the porcelain glaze of the white bowl. He hesitated and asked:


    " New one? "


    According to his impression, he has never cooked since he moved to this apartment. All the kitchen utensils are free gifts from the purchase of a house. It is even more impossible for him to go out and buy bowls and the like


    Wen Chen opened the chair opposite him and sat down. He gazed at him through the curling white water mist and gave a gentle "um" sound.


    Mo Yi scooped up a spoonful of porridge to his lips, blew it gently, and then sent it into the mouth.


    It''s delicious.


    In fact On second thought, none of the things he ate these days was not to his taste.


    He raised his head and looked at Wen Chen, who was sitting opposite the table. The water vapor in the kitchen softened the deep profile of the other party''s face, and his high brow bones pressed down heavily. When he did not smile, he always had a faint and dangerous anger.


    Mo Yi can''t imagine the other party going to the supermarket to pick up small porcelain bowls with broken flowers.


    But everything seemed to be so natural that he could not question it - as if this was what it should be.


    He suddenly asked, "by the way, have you recovered from your overdraft?"


    Wen Chen nods.


    Mo Yi stirred the thick porridge in the bowl thoughtfully and continued to ask:


    "when can you agglomerate into an adult shape?"


    Wen Chen thought for a while and replied, "it was about three days ago."


    Mo Yi scooped up a spoonful of porridge and sent it to the mouth. The rich flavor of grain spread in his mouth. The glutinous rice grains and full red beans stewed well.


    He lowered his eyes and chewed in silence.


    When he works with fascination and makes him almost unrecognizable - unable to hear any sound other than the machine, or see any image other than the screen, the whole person falls into a state of near madness and confusion, as if entering another world.


    People who don''t know him well will not know his habit.


    Mo Yi can''t help but recall that when he was in the copy, he asked Wen Chen''s words - "so we met before?"


    At that time Wen Chen''s evasion and did not answer, let him affirm his conjecture.But what happens after that - whether it''s the familiarity that comes from time to time, or the other person''s understanding of themselves.


    All prove that They may not only have seen each other, but even have close contacts, so that they can know each other''s private habits.


    However, Mo Yi reviewed his life in the past 20 years and was very sure that he had never seen Wen Chen.


    So, here comes the new question If he had known Wen Chen before, where did their memory go?


    According to the principle, he can actually ask Wen Chen directly. According to the attitude he showed before, it is very likely that even if he will be punished, Wen Chen will try his best to give him an answer -


    the spoon touches the bottom, making a crisp sound on the bottom of the porcelain bowl.


    Mo Yi breathed a long sigh of relief and finally gave up his idea.


    first, according to the situation that he couldn''t even remember his name before, Wen Chen probably didn''t know it. Second, even if he knew, he had to pay a very high price to tell the answer. According to Mo Yi''s understanding of the game, this question is very likely It has touched the core of it, and Wen Chen had been hurt because of the resistance game before. The punishment brought by this revolt is very likely that even he can''t bear it.


    And according to the present situation, Wen Chen is more or less his teammate. It is not only unwise, but also unworthy to cause him a wound that is extremely difficult to heal for a temporary unimportant problem.


    Mo Yi takes the finished bowl to the kitchen and puts it in the dishwasher.


    The warm feeling of satiety spreads from the stomach to the whole body, the soft light illuminates the room in the night, and the tired feeling slowly crawls out from the depth of the body, eroding his senses a little bit.


    Wen Chen also stood up at the moment, looked at Mo Yi standing in the kitchen, warm voice way: "go to sleep for a while, you need to rest."


    After waking up for a few days, he would fall into the habit of falling asleep after a few days.


    Mo Yi yawned, his eyes blinked slowly, and nodded a little tired.


    He took a bath as fast as he could, brushed his teeth, and then returned to his room and threw his body on the bed. The warm and soft bed and quilt hugged him.


    Wen Chen stood at the door of the room and said softly, "good night."


    Mo Yi replied, "good night."


    The door of the room was slowly closed, and the warm yellow light narrowed and narrowed down along the crack of the door into a thin gap. Only a slight click sounded in the distance. The light completely disappeared, and the whole room was covered by deep and rich darkness.


    Mo Yi suddenly lost sleep.


    He opened his eyes and gazed quietly at the dark ceiling, the dim outline of the ceiling lamp lying quietly in his sight.


    Ear is hazy whisper, it seems that the breeze outside the window is moving slowly.


    He seemed to feel something and said:


    " Wen Chen. "


    As soon as his voice fell, the mist gathered slowly in the room, forming a human figure in front of his bed and standing quietly in the dark.


    Mo Yi closed his eyes helplessly: "do you usually stay here like this?"


    Wen Chen did not answer, but Mo Yi already knew his answer. He held up his upper body with his arm and continued to ask:


    "every day?"


    Wen Chen still did not answer, but Mo Yi saw his head leaning to one side in the dark, as if embarrassed to look at him.


    Mo Yi sighed: "don''t you sleep?"


    Wen Chen''s voice came from the darkness. It was low, and it sounded a little stuffy I don''t need to sleep. "


    Mo Yi turns over to come down from the bed, pull open the door of the room to go out, signal Wen Chen to follow.


    Wen Chen quietly followed up. Mobile phone as like as two peas, as like as two peas,


    Moyi opened the other door beside his room, and the pattern inside was exactly the same as his own room. Mo Yi walked to the bedside cupboard of the room, opened the drawer, and handed out a phone that was exactly the same as his own. He said it to Wen Chen, "


    ," the last copy has just arrived, and then you are sleeping, and I''ll put it here. "


    He raised his chin and said, "open it up."


    Wen Chen will light up the screen, found on the main screen there is a prominent retro icon - greedy snake.


    Mo Yi continued:


    "you can explore other functions by yourself, and I''ve connected WiFi for you."


    Wen Chen presses to extinguish the screen, looks at the reflection of his face on the screen, raises his head to show a shallow smile: "thank you very much."


    Mo Yi walked to the door and said:


    "in the future, this is your room. Although it may not be too large, it is at least an independent space."


    He accentuated his tone in the words of independence. When he came to the door of the room, he turned his head and gave Wen Chen a smile:


    "welcome to stay, roommate."Mo Yi helps Wen Chen close the door, and then returns to his own room, yawns and lies on the bed.


    After a while, Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the darkness:


    "Wen Chen?"


    The room was empty and there was no change.


    Mo Yi sat up straight, pulled out the lamp, rubbed his temple with some headache, and said:


    "come out, I know you are."


    As soon as his voice fell, he saw the mist on the edge of his bed slowly gathering into a human figure.


    Wen Chen looked at Mo Yi in bewilderment and asked in disbelief:


    "how do you know I am? Before... "


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly: "before? Well? "


    Wen Chen knows that he has made a slip of the tongue and stops his voice in an instant. He turns his head and looks away from Mo Yi''s eyes with a faint blush at the root of his ears.


    Looking at standing on the edge of his bed with his head drooping and his head drooping like a child who has done something wrong, Mo Yi sighs and is somewhat soft hearted.


    He moved into the bed:


    "come on."


    Looking at Wen Chen''s suddenly lit eyes, Mo Yi has a little regret:


    "just one night."


    Wen Chen''s eyes are still bright as if the searchlight, the light colored eyeball one wrong good stare at him.


    Mo Yi added coldly:


    "- and don''t move." 161


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    Mo Yi opens his eyes.


    The light golden sunlight outside the window shines through the translucent curtain, and sprinkles the printed lines on the ceiling above the head, and changes its shape with the micro motion of the curtain.


    The room was filled with the warm smell of Gleditsia sinensis.


    Mo Yi blinked slowly, staring at the dust floating in the sun in the air. His mind slowly came back to him. He recalled


    Last night, he didn''t have the nightmare that haunted him for years.


    There was no darkness, no coldness, no endless falling, no voice whispering in his ear.


    For a long time, Mo Yi didn''t wake up like this steadily - there was no cold sweat soaked in his whole body, no breathing like suffocation.


    But he remembers He didn''t have a dream all night.


    However, after waking up, Mo Yi could not recall the specific content of the dream. He only remembered some fragmentary fragments left in his mind.


    Strawberry candy, afternoon sun, and a soft kiss.


    Mo Yi blinked, those remnants in his mind and the feeling of the tip of his tongue instantly disappeared, as if the thin snow under the midday sun melted and disappeared without trace.


    He moved his body for a moment, and the joints of his limbs, which had not moved for a long time, made a rusty cluck.


    Mo Yi then realized that he had a slender arm loosely around his waist and hugged him possessively. A slight coolness came from the place close to him.


    It was then that he remembered where the faint smell of pine forest had come from.


    Mo Yi reached out and took the hand on his waist, then moved aside to free himself from the shackles.


    He turned his head and looked at him. He saw that Chen was lying on his side with his eyes closed. His eyes were quietly closed. The high brow bone had a deep shadow, which was more sharp and profound in the sunlight outside the window.


    He seemed to be aware of Mo Yi''s movements, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then opened his eyes.


    The light gray eyes looked at Mo Yi in a trance, which seemed unbelievable.


    seeing that he was awake, Mo Yi did not deliberately relax his movements, and he sat up with his arms.


    He yawned, a little bit of physiological tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, his drooping eyelashes were black and bright, and his voice was hoarse in the morning:


    " Good morning


    Wen Chen still lies on the bed, slightly some trance ground stares at just Mo Yi to lie on the bed sheet of the fold that float up.


    He murmured No way. "


    Mo Yi didn''t hear what he was saying. He turned to him and asked, "what?"


    Wen Chen looks up to see to him, in the eye of light color still seems to take the surprise that just left down: "this is impossible..."


    Mo Yi frowned: "what is impossible?"


    Wen Chen slowly sat up from the bed, and the thin quilt slipped off his body. He looked at the pillow he had been lying on before in a trance, then turned his head and looked at Mo Yi again:


    "last night I fell asleep... "


    Mo Yi was also stunned: "according to the appearance just now I think so. "


    Wen Chen''s still seems not to fully accept this fact, he slowly frowned: "but, this is impossible."


    He paused and continued, "I''m not a human being, I can''t sleep."


    Mo Yi looked at him thoughtfully: "so Was last night the first time you''ve ever been able to remember? "


    It''s a coincidence.


    Wen Chen nods gently.


    At this time, Mo Yi''s mobile phone on the bedside table hummed and vibrated twice, and the screen lit up, interrupting Mo Yi''s thoughts.


    He stepped to the edge of the bed, bent down to pick up the phone, finger gently on the screen, an unread message jumped out.


    It''s from Jiang yuanrou.


    You haven''t shown up for three days. We''re all worried about you. Call back. ¡¿


    Mo Yi turned off the text messages and flipped through the call records and missed calls randomly. He found that there were many missed calls in the past few days, including those from Shen Lei, Wang Zezhi and Jiang yuanrou.


    He looked down at the screen and thought for a few seconds. Then he seemed to think of something. He looked up at Wen Chen and asked:


    "by the way, you told me that Jiang Yuanbai would have psychological problems in the copy before


    Wen Chen seems to be still immersed in the shock just now, did not return to God, absentmindedly nodded.


    Mo Yi glanced down at the bright screen of the mobile phone, then continued:


    "is that why Jiang Yuanbai has been in a coma since returning to the real world


    Wen Chen just turned his head to look at Mo Yi now, narrowed his eyes, and replied: -- Maybe. "


    He got up from the bed, went to Mo Yi, and then continued: "the longer you stay in the game, the more polluted it will be. For an ordinary person''s mind, this is unbearable."Mo Yi rubbed the side of the mobile phone in his hand and pursed his lips slightly.


    ¡­¡­ Pollution.


    He turned his head to look at the face of Wen Chen and asked, "do you have a way to wake him up?"


    Wen Chen thought for a while and replied, "should."


    He dropped his eyes and said again, "the impact of games on everyone is different, so I''m not sure."


    Mo Yi nodded, then lowered his head and typed a few words on his mobile phone and sent it out.


    He looked up to Wen Chen and said, "I''ll go wash and gargle, and then we''ll go to Jiang yuanrou to have a look."


    After that, Mo Yi turned and walked toward the bathroom. Halfway there, he turned to Wen Chen and frowned:


    "by the way, about your sleep problems Do you have a clue? "


    Wen Chen wrung eyebrow slowly, shook head.


    Mo Yi is also confused about this matter. He can only guess that it has something to do with Wen Chen''s blood It seems that with the deepening of this relationship, Wen Chen''s sense of existence in the real world is becoming stronger and stronger, which also deepens the connection between him and reality Maybe that''s why he can sleep in reality?


    But now there is too little evidence or clues The only thing he can do is guess.


    When Mo Yi was deep in thought, he only heard the voice of Wen Chen coming from his ear:


    "now there are too few samples to be sure."


    Mo Yi subconsciously agrees with the place to nod, but point to half seem to finally aware of the wrong place, look up to Wen Chen.


    He turned his head and looked at the light spot printed on the wall by the sunlight outside the window, and said casually:


    "that How about more experiments? "


    Mo Yi: Why isn''t he surprised at all.


    Perhaps noticing that Mo Yi has not answered for a long time, Wen Chen turns his head and looks at him. He is standing at the door of the room with his dark eyes staring at him. His deep eyes can''t see the fluctuation of his emotions, which makes him feel guilty.


    Wen Chen looks down and coughs, as if he wants to open his mouth to ease the current atmosphere. At this moment, only Mo Yi says:


    is heard "Maybe."


    It seems specious, but there are still some turning words in Wen Chen''s ears, which makes Wen Chen''s eyes light up. He pretends to be reserved and suppresses the corners of his lips:


    "in this case, it should not be too late, so we should start from tonight."


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "I''m sorry Don''t push your luck. "


    Wen Chen finally couldn''t restrain the smile on his lips. The corners of his mouth were raised high, and his whole face was lit up. He was shining brightly, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of joy.


    Mo Yi some speechless ground looked at Wen Chen, and then turned his head into the bathroom, clang of a door behind closed.


    Two hours later, they came to Jiang yuanrou''s villa.


    Jiang yuanrou has been waiting for them at the gate.


    Seeing the body shape of the two people appeared in the line of sight, her eyes suddenly lit up and quickly stepped up.


    After courteous greetings, Jiang yuanrou looked at Mo Yi with slight anger and said, "you haven''t seen a trace for a long time. Can''t you see the end of the dragon? We''ve been worried about you. "


    Mo Yi shrugged helplessly: "I''m really sorry, I always work like this I''ll say hello to you in advance next time


    He seemed to suddenly think of something and said to Jiang yuanrou, "by the way, those equipment are really helpful. Thank you."


    Jiang yuanrou said with a smile: "it''s just a little work. I can''t thank you for what you did for Yuanbai."


    As they walked, they chatted. Wen Chen was a little behind Mo Yi, and his eyes were deeply staring at Mo Yi who was walking a few steps away from him.


    Jiang yuanrou turns around two people without trace. Then she stares at Wen Chen and says with a smile:


    "Mr Wen, right? This is the second time we have met. "


    Wen Chen''s eyes moved, lightly swept over Jiang yuanrou''s body, gave a brief "um" sound, and then looked at Mo Yi again. The cold and arrogant eyes just now subconsciously released softness.


    At this level, Jiang yuanrou has nothing to understand. She winks at Mo Yi, then shows a secret smile and speeds up a few steps to get to the front of them.


    Mo Yi:


    One can''t argue.


    They quickly went to Jiang Yuanbai''s room, and the atmosphere between them, which had just been quite relaxed, was suddenly heavy.


    Jiang yuanrou stood at the door and took a deep breath. Her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were tinged with a deep melancholy. She reluctantly pulled up the corner of her lips and said to Mo Yi:


    "I''m waiting for you here."


    She is a smart person who knows what to see and what not to see.


    Mo Yi Chong Jiang yuanrou nodded, and then went into the room with Wen Chen. The door closed quietly behind them.


    Jiang Yuanbai lies quietly on the bed in the middle of the house. His lifeless face is as pale as the sheets. His body is quietly lying under the thin quilt. The room is filled with the smell of disinfection water.Jiang Yuanbai looks weaker than when Mo Yi saw him last time.


    The room was silent, and only the regular, gentle drip of unknown instruments beside the bed could be heard.


    Wen Chen stepped forward, looked down at Jiang Yuanbai''s face, and then put his hand on his forehead -


    the lines on the instrument suddenly changed violently, the drip sound intensified, and then quickly quieted down again.


    Wen Chen''s body trembled and retreated two steps. Mo Yi quickly stepped forward to hold his figure. He just heard his voice ring in his ear:


    "OK."


    The air flow of his speech brushed Mo Yi''s ears and made him shrink his shoulders subconsciously. After a second, he reflected the consciousness in Wen Chen''s words --


    Mo Yi was slightly stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the side of the bed.


    I saw in Jiang Yuan white pale face, that pair of quiet down deep black eyelashes, gently trembling.


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 Chapter 136

    Jiang Yuanbai opened his eyes.


    The instrument beside the bed suddenly began to make a buzzing sound, which was disorderly ringing in the whole room. Mo Yi looked at several colorful broken lines on the dark green screen, which fluctuated violently up and down --


    the sound of dropping through the wall, the knock on the door came from the door, and Jiang yuanrou''s anxious voice came through the door plank:


    "what''s the matter


    Mo Yi looks at Jiang Yuanbai, who is sitting up slowly. He can''t help but wonder what to do.


    He paused, then cleared his throat, raised his voice and cried, "it''s ok You may come in. "


    With a squeak, the door was pushed open, and Jiang yuanrou walked into the room as fast as possible.


    in the confusion of instrument sounds and drip sounds, Jiang Yuanbai turned his head to look at the door along the sound, just in line with Jiang yuanrou''s view.


    His face was pale and bloodless. He had no emotion in his dark eyes. His smiling lips were straight and he looked at Jiang yuanrou without expression.


    Live, awake.


    Jiang yuanrou''s tears burst into her eyes and rolled down her cheek, which made her look more beautiful.


    She went up one by one, and the whole person threw herself into the bed, and then tightly hugged Jiang Yuanbai, who was sitting upright on the bed.


    Jiang yuanrou''s arms around his shoulders trembled, with the joy of being lost and recovered. His slender back was slightly bent because of choking.


    Jiang Yuanbai''s hands hang on his side, without any tendency to move.


    Mo Yi stretched out his hand and held Wen Chen, who was slightly unsteady. He took him to the seat beside him and helped him sit down. But Yu Guang did not leave the two brothers and sisters who were hugging each other on the bed.


    His brows were slightly wrinkled and the corners of his lips could not help pursing.


    Jiang yuanrou is still immersed in joy. She raises her head from Jiang Yuanbai''s shoulder socket, and then conceals the tears on her cheek with the back of her hand. The corners of her lips are filled with a smile.


    She turned her head and looked at Mo Yi and Wen Chen with tearful eyes. The tears on her face had been wiped away. He said incoherently:


    "I No, I don''t know Thank you. It''s really Thank you... "


    Mo Yi''s eyes crossed Jiang yuanrou''s shoulder and looked behind her. Jiang Yuanbai slightly lowered his head and some long bangs fell down. The deep shadow blocked his eyes, showing only the pale, expressionless face and slightly thin chin in the lower half of his face.


    Subconsciously, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang yuanrou again.


    Her face had a smile that couldn''t be concealed. The whole face seemed to be radiant. She reached out and pressed the button on the small table beside her.


    Less than two minutes later, a group of people in white coats came into the room and felt cool beside Jiang Yuanbai.


    Jiang yuanrou stood up from the bedside, slowly stepped back a few steps, to make room for the doctors, watched the crowd swarmed around the bed, methodically picked up different instruments and pulled Jiang Yuanbai''s body, blocking his side.


    She took a deep look at the surrounded Jiang Yuanbai, and then turned to Mo Yi.


    Jiang yuanrou''s mood has stabilized and her face has been wiped clean. If it wasn''t for her reddish eyes, no one could even see that she had cried excitedly.


    She exhaled slowly and bowed deeply to them:


    "I really don''t know how to thank you."


    Mo Yi was stunned. Before he could say anything, Jiang yuanrou straightened up and continued to say:


    "about the conditions we talked about before I think it''s unfair to you now. Please promise me to accept my original offer. "


    Mo Yi shook his head, showing a shallow smile: "no need."


    Jiang yuanrou was stunned. She didn''t think he would refuse again. She stepped forward: "but, I insist --"


    Mo Yi''s expression on her face was light and unmoved, she said: "it''s already a good decision, so there''s no need to change it."


    Jiang yuanrou seems to want to refute it, but seeing Mo Yi''s indifferent eyes and confirming that he has made up his mind, Jiang yuanrou compromises and says: "I''m afraid I''m going to fight back All right


    She said, "then stay and have dinner with us at noon. After all, Yuan Bai woke up..."


    Mo Yi looked down at Wen Chen. He lowered his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something. His face was abnormal pale.


    He thought for a while, and finally shook his head: "next time, my friend doesn''t seem to be in a good condition now."


    Jiang yuanrou looked at Wen Chen and sighed: "at least let my driver send you off."


    Mo Yi can''t refuse again, so he nods slowly.


    The high-grade car is gentle and silent. It can hardly feel the roar of the engine and the uneven road surface. A baffle is installed between the driver and the rear seat to strictly isolate the sound and shadow.


    The wide back seat of the car is closed and quiet. The leather seats flash soft in the light. The unknown fresh fragrance is mixed with the light leather smell. After the window is rolled up, the whole space seems to be isolated from the world.The traffic was moving evenly, and the view outside the window changed rapidly.


    Mo Yi turns a head to see to sit in oneself side Wen Chen, eyebrow tiny twist: "how do you feel now?"


    Wen Chen turned his head and looked at Mo Yi. His light eyes were slightly gray in the car with insufficient light. He subconsciously wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mo Yi:


    Mo Yi narrowed his dark eyes slightly and said slowly:


    "tell the truth."


    Wen Chen choked, shut his mouth and thought seriously for a few seconds. Then he opened his mouth and replied:


    "feeling Not very good? "


    He raised his eyes and watched Mo Yi''s face tightly. He opened his mouth and quickly made up for it: "but, I''m used to it, so..."


    Wen Chen''s voice suddenly lightened:


    "you don''t care."


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows slightly wrinkled, can''t help but lift his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose - he admitted that this is his thoughtfulness.


    After seeing that Wen Chen wakes Jiang Yuanbai, Mo Yi realizes that although he is not in the copy now, Wen Chen will still pay for his behavior.


    He frowned and pursed his lips subconsciously: "you said you would be completely honest with me, didn''t you?"


    Wen Chen nods, light colored eye Mou is wrong, good ground stares at him, say slowly: "yes."


    Mo Yi looked back at him, his dark eyes were gloomy and chilly, and he could not see any mood fluctuation:


    "so, I hope that the next time you make a decision, you can tell me the consequences in advance."


    Wen Chen looks at the streamer in Mo Yi''s eyes:


    " Are you worried about me? "


    Mo Yi Leng Leng, subconsciously moved away from the eyes, replied:


    "No


    Wen Chen''s light colored eyes are suffused with metal like texture in the dark carriage. He stares at him tightly. He asks in a low voice:


    "that Are you worried about me? "


    Mo Yi sighed slowly, turned to look at him, and then seriously said:


    "I have known each other for so long, at least I can be regarded as a friend. If you want to ask me if I am worried about you - yes, of course, after all, we are friends."


    The radian that Wen Chen''s corner of the mouth rises is hard to conceal: "you say you worry about me."


    Mo Yi:


    ¡­¡­ So did he not hear his emphasis on "friend" twice?


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and closed his eyes.


    Now he knows Talking with Wen Chen is not only not euphemistic, not metaphorical, but also not suggestive.


    How strange is his way of focusing!


    Mo Yi slowly breathed out a breath, and then changed to a safer topic:


    "although Jiang Yuanbai is awake now, his state is very strange. Do you know why?"


    His brows wrinkled tightly and subconsciously recalled his last glimpse when he left Jiang Yuanbai''s room just now. His eyes drooped, his long eyelashes covered his eyes without focus, and his face was pale and cold.


    Wen Chen nodded and shook his head again. He organized his words and explained:


    "it is very difficult for a player polluted by a game to return to normal. It will cause indelible damage to human psychology. I can only wake him up, but I can''t cure him, and..."


    Wen Chen stopped, eyes slightly droop: "and, I don''t know how much he remembers."


    Mo Yi''s eyes became serious: "you continue."


    Wen Chen thought for a while and continued: "human beings have corresponding stress response to this unbearable memory and feeling. Their brain will automatically throw this memory into the depth of consciousness. Jiang Yuanbai''s unwillingness to wake up is also such a kind of stress reaction."


    The changing light outside the window flashed across his well-defined side face, leaving a deep shadow.


    Mo Yi looked thoughtfully out of the window and asked:


    "so it is possible for him to remember everything that happened in the copy after he wakes up now


    Wen Chen lowered his eyes:


    "his brain must remember, but his own words It depends on whether he wants to remember


    There seems to be a traffic jam ahead, and the brake makes the car shake.


    Wen Chen''s body shape also follows slightly to shake to shake, in the throat overflows a tiny not to smell the stuffy hum.


    Mo Yi frowned and reached for him: "are you really OK?"


    Wen Chen raises the eye Mou to see to him, lip line is tiny to stir up: "you kiss me once, it is OK."


    Mo Yi:


    He took back his hand and said coldly, "Oh, then you are OK."


    Wen Chen quickly leaned forward and went forward before Mo Yi sat back. His cold and soft lips wiped his lips, then quickly returned to the previous position and said with a serious face:


    "yes, it''s OK."The author has something to say: Although you may not have asked, I still want to explain (


    because the time in the copy and the real time pass in proportion, so the protagonist''s time in the real world will be much longer than that in the copy. The reason why I didn''t spend too much ink on describing the real world was that there was not much interference in the main line in reality The story happens.


    But now it''s different. Mo Yi is slowly, so the proportion of the real world will increase.


    But I will not forget the thrilling copy, so please like to see the little cute terrorist decryption, don''t worry, Moda.


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 Chapter 137

    After returning to his apartment, Mo Yi is back to the work that never sleeps and reverses day and night.


    In order to prevent the current overload, the circuit in the room moved in like this. After a few days of madness, Mo Yi finally stopped.


    He gazed at the characters on the screen that lit up in the middle, took a deep breath, held out his long, pale fingers, pressed the enter button with a slight force.


    Mo Yi''s eyes reflect the fast changing numbers and codes on the screen, but his sight has become almost blank.


    He blinked slowly, and his heavy eyelids fell down. It seemed that all the light and shadow went away quickly with the blurred vision. The hum of the machine in the room and the sound of the door opening seemed to be twisted into a thin ground wire, and turned into a white noise disappearing in the background.


    And then everything sank into darkness.


    When Mo Yi opens his eyes again, he stares at the ceiling in a trance. He doesn''t know where he is for a moment. It seems that all memory and existence disappear with this almost comatose sleep.


    He propped up his body with his arms and looked around slowly, only to find himself lying on the bed in the room.


    Mo Yi looks down at his thin quilt, and then he struggles to sit up with the protest of his sore muscles.


    His memory came back slowly.


    The door of the room was pushed open, Wen Chen quickly walked in, reached out to hold Mo Yi slightly inclined body.


    He handed the glass in the other hand to Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at Wen Chen. Then he slightly avoided him, held his hands and leaned his body weight against the head of the bed. He reached out to take the cup and said softly:


    "thank you very much."


    As soon as the words fell, he was startled by his own voice -- his voice was so hoarse and terrible that it sounded as if it was smoked.


    Mo Yi took a sip of the warm water in the cup. He felt the warm water flow down his throat and flowed into his heart. He injected vitality into his body that he had not seen for a long time, as if he had come back to life again.


    He took a long breath and put the glass on the bedside table to one side.


    Wen Chen stood by the bed and looked at him quietly, his long eyelashes hanging quietly, and a pair of light gray eyes staring at him:


    "how about it?"


    Mo Yi habitually reached out and rubbed his sore temple, then considered the language and replied:


    "not bad, this time the progress is much more than last time."


    This piece of code he found in the game is encrypted, so in these sleepless days, he designed an algorithm to calculate and decode. Now the only thing he can do is wait.


    He closed his eyes a little tired - he had never done such extreme mental work since he decided to retire. The memory of these days was almost a mess in his mind, only some scattered pictures appeared occasionally in front of him.


    The screen is full of fluorescence and the code characters are dancing on it, the wires are coiled around the wall and floor, the coffee cup with a small fish on the table, and the light luster of the dark brown liquid in the coffee cup reflected by the fluorescence of the screen.


    Wen Chen shook his head, reached out to help Mo Yi rub his temple, and then gently and skillfully pressed it:


    "what I asked is, how are you?"


    He accentuated the pronunciation of "you". Mo Yi couldn''t help being a little stunned. He replied dryly:


    "well Not bad. "


    In fact, it''s really good. He usually has a headache for at least several days to recover from the work under such intensity, but now he clearly feels that his body seems to be Quality has improved?


    Cool fingers gently pasted on his temples, gently kneaded with appropriate and gentle force. The cold touch of the skin brings unexpected calming effect.


    The unexpected feeling of relaxation makes Mo Yi''s actions that he tries to get rid of slightly, and subconsciously even wants to close his eyes.


    His eyes were in a trance for a moment, and then suddenly he was clear again - his ears were hot after he realized his relaxation.


    Mo Yi coughed softly and held Wen Chen''s finger. He said in a deep voice:


    "that No, thank you


    In the palm of his hand, he heard Chen''s fingers cold and slender, with distinct bony joints like jade. The slightly cold fingertips gently moved two times in his palm, and intentionally or unintentionally scratched a small piece of soft skin in his palm.


    The strange itching numbness rises all the way from the sensitive palm.


    Mo Yi seems to be scalded to general, instantly let go of hand, instantly look up to Wen Chen.


    The other side looked at him with a straight face, as if he had not done what he had done just now, and asked clearly:


    "what''s the matter


    Mo Yi bit his teeth and was very angry. When he heard Chen''s calmness, he could not help but feel an impulse to break his calm expression. It was like prying open the hard shell of a mussel, revealing the white and soft mussel meat.He narrowed his eyes slowly, stretched out his hand to hold Wen Chen''s arm, and then pulled down forcefully.


    Wen Chen didn''t think of Mo Yi''s sudden action. He was pulled for a while and fell to the bed gently.


    His eyes widened slightly, and his profile was so sharp that his aggressive face looked a little confused. He could only watch Mo Yi''s face close to him.


    The ear root of Wen Chen instantly jumped red, the temperature on the face rises gradually..


    Mo Yi''s face enlarges slowly. Wen Chen can almost see the trembling eyelashes above his dark eyes and feel his warm breath sprayed on his face --


    he can''t help holding his breath.


    Mo Yi stopped a few centimetres away from him, then gave a low smile, knowing why he asked:


    "what''s the matter?"


    Wen Chen also laughed, his ear tip is still bright red, and then quickly get together in the past, rubbed on his lip once.


    Looking at Wen Chen''s irrepressible smile, Mo Yi can''t help but frown. He feels that he has paid for his daughter-in-law and broken the army, but the corner of his mouth can''t help but lift a tiny arc.


    He coughed twice, pressed down the smile on his lips and tightened his face again:


    "OK, get up."


    Wen Chen stands up obediently, Mo Yi opens the thin quilt that covers on his body, and then comes down from the bed.


    Subconsciously, he glanced at his bedside electronic watch, and his eyes remained on the date for a few seconds -


    two days before the next copy.


    Mo Yi slightly narrowed his eyes, and his expression faded again. He stood up and walked to the bathroom.


    At this time, he heard Wen Chen say behind his back: "by the way, Jiang yuanrou has sent short messages these two days."


    He paused: "but there was no call."


    Mo Yi was stunned, nodded thoughtfully and replied, "I know."


    He told Jiang yuanrou in advance before entering the work this time, so she didn''t call to disturb her. In this case, if she sent him a short message, it showed that she had something important to tell him.


    The only possibility is that Jiang Yuanbai.


    Mo Yi closed the door of the bathroom behind him and turned on the hot water faucet. The hot and humid steam rose with the water column and covered the cold mirror with a thin layer of white fog.


    As he took off his clothes, he could not help but pucker his lips when he saw Jiang Yuanbai last time.


    Mo Yi''s eyes inadvertently fell on his arm, only to see that the ribbon is now properly wrapped around his forearm.


    Then he remembered that after winding it up last time, he forgot to take it off because he was addicted to his work.


    Under the transpiration of water vapor, the blood red lines and black ink marks on it move gently as if there were life.


    Mo Yi couldn''t help but stare at it again. It seemed that it had become a dead group again, as if what he had just seen was just his illusion.


    He pursed his lips, untied the ribbon from his arm and studied it carefully for a moment.


    I don''t know why, Mo Yi always thinks that the pattern on it seems to be different from what he saw before


    More than half an hour later.


    Mo Yi walked out of the bathroom, picked up the mobile phone on the table beside him, and then opened a few messages Jiang yuanrou sent him. There was no detailed reason why she was looking for herself, but there was obvious anxiety between the lines.


    He frowned slowly and dialed the phone back.


    The sound of Jiang yuanrou was heard from the receiver:


    "Hey, Mo Yi! You''re done with your work! It''s really rare! "


    Her voice sounds light and pleasant, and she greets Mo Yi carefree.


    Mo Yi frowned slowly and asked, "what''s more Are you all right? "


    Jiang yuanrou quickly replied: "it''s OK. Oh, you said that the information I sent you is just my nerve sensitivity. You don''t care about it."


    Mo Yi''s brow frowned more tightly, tentatively asked: "how does Yuanbai feel after waking up?"


    Jiang yuanrou beamed with a smile:


    "he is very good. He may not be very comfortable when he wakes up at the beginning, but he soon recovers. He has been asking about you and saying that he must thank you well when he has time."


    After a few brief greetings, they hung up.


    However, Mo Yi''s face is still not very good. He looks at the mobile phone screen with a heavy face, then looks up at Wen Chen who comes by and says:


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 Chapter 138

    Mo Yi''s eyebrows are locked, his fingertips are subconsciously rubbing the mobile phone in his hand, and his eyes are thoughtfully staring at the black screen of the mobile phone.


    Wen Chen Wen Yan came to him, frowned suspiciously and asked:


    "what''s the matter


    Mo Yi looked up at him as if he had been awakened. There was still a deep mark on his brow. He said slowly:


    "something is wrong with Jiang yuanrou."


    Wen Chen also slowly frowned. He didn''t ask Mo Yi how he knew it, but said faintly:


    "what are you going to do now?"


    Mo Yi put the mobile phone into his pocket, and his lip line tightened into a sharp line: "let''s go. We have to go to Jiang yuanrou''s house."


    Having said that, Mo Yi turned around and walked into his study. Finally, he took a look at the lighted screens and checked them roughly. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his algorithm and it was still running, he came out in a hurry.


    He grabbed the key from the cabinet near the porch, changed his shoes, and was ready to go out.


    Wen Chen stretched out his hand to hold his wrist: "wait."


    Mo Yi one Leng, twist head to see to Wen Chen: "how?"


    Wen Chen raised his hand and caressed his hair with long fingers. With the passing of his fingertips, the water vapor on Mo Yi''s wet hair was pulled up by some invisible force, and then scattered around like a thin water mist. Wen Chen''s deep voice sounded in his ear:


    "your hair is still wet."


    When he put down his hand, Mo Yi''s hair was completely dry.


    Smell Chen backlight of light color eyeball is suffused with near gray color: "good now."


    After that, his fingertips moved slightly, and the water mist floating in the air seemed to be pulled and gathered in an instant, and then gathered as if it had been tightened, and automatically wrapped around Mo Yi''s wrist.


    Mo Yi raised his eyebrows and watched with interest that the tiny drops of water were surrounded by pale white fog, and then slowly wound around his wrist, turning into a string of gray white lines.


    He reached out and felt - the smooth, cool surface gently fitted his fingertips and felt as if there were real entities.


    Mo Yi looks to Wen Chen doubtfully: "what is this?"


    Wen Chen held out his hand and gently held his wrist. His cold fingertips pressed on his protruding carpal bones and rubbed them. His eyes drooped, and there was no expression on his pale face:


    "if you are in danger, it will tell me."


    Mo Yi frowned slowly and opened his mouth as if to say something: "in fact, you..."


    There''s really no need to do that.


    But the next words got stuck in my throat.


    Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath, and then put down his hand. His sleeve hung down with his movement, covering the insignificant gray thin line on his wrist. He raised his head solemnly and looked at Wen Chen:


    "thank you very much."


    Wen Chen relaxed a breath, pale face finally showed a little smile: "go."


    Mo Yi nods and they go out one after another.


    On the road, Mo Yi was contemplating the fast changing scenery outside the window.


    He still remembers that in the copy, Wen Chen mentioned some words about the incident. The whole meaning of the previous copy was the fight between Jiang yuanrou and Edwin --


    Mo Yi was staring at the window, and the light was flashing out of the window in his dark eyes.


    And At the beginning Wen Chen also said, this game won''t easily give up its booty.


    He turned his head and looked at Wen Chen sitting beside him and asked, "what do you know about Jiang Yuanbai''s present state?"


    Wen Chen looked up at him, pondered for a few seconds, and then replied:


    "because this kind of thing is really rare, so, to tell the truth, I can''t be sure what kind of state Jiang Yuanbai is now. The only thing I know is that Jiang yuanrou is not very stable in terms of both physical and psychological aspects."


    Mo Yi frowned slowly: "but, don''t you say that Jiang Yuanbai''s life is not in danger?"


    Wen Chen nodded: "yes, his life is not in danger, but..."


    His words gave a slight pause, and his face turned pale for a moment. Wen Chen''s expression remained unchanged, and he continued as if nothing had happened:


    "but the physical level I said was not about his physiology -"


    Mo Yi was acutely aware of Wen Chen''s abnormality and reached out to hold down the back of his cold hand: "Hey."


    Wen Chen can''t help but get a meal, look up to Mo Yi.


    His face was not happy, a pair of dark eyes fixed on him, and whispered:


    "have you forgotten what you promised me?"


    Wen Chen seems Zheng Zheng Zheng, seem to finally react to come over, he frowns: "this also calculate?"


    Mo Yi nodded slowly:


    "yes, after all, when I ask questions, I don''t know that information will hurt you, so you''d better tell me in advance that the answer will make you punished by the game mechanism."He gazed at Wen Chen and said slowly, word by word, in a low and cold voice:


    "then let me choose whether to listen or not."


    Mo Yi''s calm eyes simply imply a cruel fact to Wen Chen --


    because Wen Chen will be punished, he will not choose to avoid all the problems that may harm him. He just needs a chip to weigh the weight, which is worth and which is not.


    Wen Chen stares at him, labial horn hook, softened the facial line of profundity: "good."


    Mo Yi was stunned. He frowned in bewilderment and continued to say: "so, you know what I mean..."


    Wen Chen nods: "yes."


    He leaned forward slowly. His light colored eyes focused on Mo Yi''s face and said:


    "you always push anyone out, and no one is allowed to approach."


    Mo Yi frowned and did not wait for him to say anything, but heard Chen continue to say:


    "you may not realize it yourself - you always seize every opportunity, or directly or indirectly tell me how ruthless you are, and use all means to tell me, I don''t have to."


    Wen Chen grabs Mo Yi''s palm on the back of his hand with his backhand and says earnestly:


    "if you really like what you said, you don''t care at all I - you don''t need to say that at all, just ask all the questions you want to ask, so as to drain all my value, but you tell me over and over again how ruthless you are and how indifferent it is that I hope I can see through your appearance and leave on my own. "


    He bowed his head and devoutly burned a kiss on the back of his hand:


    "I just want to tell you, it''s no use to me."


    The cold lips touch the warm back of the hand, but the temperature makes Mo Yi get scalded severely. Unconsciously, he shrinks outward, but he is clenched more tightly.


    Wen Chen looked up and focused on him:


    "-- I really don''t have to, but I want to do it."


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, slowly aroused a sneer, and said sarcastically:


    " Maybe I''m just doing this to guide you to think so that you can go through fire and water for me. "


    Wen Chen''s face slowly revealed a little smile, light eyes as if filled with the solemnity of the world:


    "can''t get it."


    Just then, the car stopped and the driver turned back to look at them and said, "forty nine dollars and two."


    Mo Yi just remembered that he and Wen Chen were still in the taxi. He recalled their conversation before, and his ears could not help but rise a layer of heat.


    He coughed and lowered his head. Then he took a whole bill from his pocket and gave it to the driver. He said:


    " Don''t change it. "


    Then he ran away and opened the door and jumped down.


    Wen Chen also followed to get off the car.


    In fact, as soon as he got on the bus, he put a film between the front seat and the back seat to prevent their conversation from being heard by the driver. Otherwise, when they talk about key topics, they will be directly blocked by the game - if Mo Yi is not confused in his mind, he will not be unable to find it.


    But - be shy It''s really cute.


    Wen Chen astringed some over obvious smile on his face, then walked to Mo Yi with a clean face and said in a low voice:


    "let''s go."


    Mo Yi nodded and then walked inward.


    The area where Jiang yuanrou''s villa is located is a well-known rich area in the city. The security is very strict. If it is not for the owner who lives in it, there is no possibility of mixing in.


    Mo Yi stood in front of the carved steel gate and hesitated for a few seconds. When he was hesitating whether to press the doorbell, he only heard a soft female voice coming from the small black screen beside the gate:


    "facial recognition has matched, welcome to enter."


    Mo Yi a Leng, see the front door slowly open, he and Wen Chen silent look at one eye, and then one after another to go inside.


    If he had not fully confirmed Jiang yuanrou''s accident before, the current situation confirmed his conjecture once again.


    Because only the owner of the house can add a new face to the face recognition of the gate, then the abnormality before Jiang yuanrou is not aimless, but a real hint.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and walked in with his memory.


    After a long time, they finally came to Jiang yuanrou''s villa. From the outside, they didn''t seem to be different from the last time. They lay quietly and quietly in a strong green atmosphere.


    It was quiet all around. It looked calm and peaceful.


    The two of them approached the villa slowly. Mo Yi''s eyebrows frowned slightly with the shortening of the distance. He still remembered that when he came last time, there were many patrolling and guarding guards outside the villa, and this time It''s quiet.


    There was no one to stop them from approaching, and no one came to ask them anything. Everything was quiet and frightening.Mo Yi raised Mou to see a Wen Chen, and then slowly walked to the door of the villa.


    The door wasn''t closed, but it was empty and dark inside.


    Mo Yi reached out and touched the door gently. Then he saw the dark door sliding inward along his strength, revealing the dark room.


    A strange smell came, as if it was a mixture of sour asphalt and heavy dust. The air was also filled with a light smell of rust - the familiar smell of blood.


    There is not a trace of light in the room. It seems that all the curtains are tightly pulled, blocking all the light from the heavy and dark cloth. The whole room is sultry and suffocating, filled with a strong sense of depression.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows slowly wrinkled.


    He didn''t bring a flashlight this time.


    But Xin Kui had been to Jiang yuanrou''s villa before, so he still remembered the general layout.


    Mo Yi took a few steps inward, and found that what he had stepped on was not the soft and thick carpet before. It seemed that the floor was covered with something sticky and slippery, which squeaked on it in the dark.


    He frowned slowly, then turned to the wall and felt for the light switch.


    The fingertips touched a cold and sticky patch, as if the walls were covered with a layer of gelatinous mucus similar to that on the ground.


    Mo Yi endured the nausea at the bottom of his heart, found a protuberance under the mucus, and then pressed it down.


    There was a dull click, the overhead light flashed twice, and then it came back on with a clatter.


    The whole room was illuminated by the dim light on top of his head, and Mo Yi saw the present appearance of the whole room.


    The tall French windows are not covered with thick curtains, but a thick layer of black mucus, covering all the outdoor lights tightly. That kind of disgusting mucus almost covers the whole room, from the wall to the ceiling, from the floor to the furniture, under the light, the light is suffused with light reflection.


    Mucus also pasted the low-key and luxurious chandelier on the ceiling, and the light above the ceiling seemed to be disturbed. The light on the top of the ceiling was faintly shining through the sticky black material. The mucus wound around the metal frame of the chandelier, which was slowly stretched by gravity -


    and then fell to the ground with a clatter.


    The thick black mucus on the wall flowed down slowly, leaving deep black marks on the snow-white wall. It looked disgusting and terrible. Through the black material that covered the room, we could still vaguely recognize the gorgeous decoration and furniture of the house before.


    The whole room was filled with that disgusting smell.


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 Chapter 139

    Overhead is the sun.


    Bright sunlight from the side of the window, the whole room is full of clear and clear halo, fine dust floating slowly in the light, like a quiet sea of light.


    Mo Yi blinked slowly.


    The sunlight outside the window gave his eyelids a rosy glow. Dark black spots were printed on his retina by the dazzling light, moving with the rotation of his eyes.


    This is his room.


    Mo Yi frowned perplexedly and blinked some sour eyes. A trace of rational tears sprang up from the corners of his eyes, which pricked the sensitive lower eyelids.


    No, he just clearly


    What are you doing?


    He straightened up slowly, got up from the reclining chair by the window, looking around the room half dazed and half puzzled.


    This familiar and strange room.


    No matter from the pattern or style, it seems that it is his own apartment, but there are always some small changes that make him very strange and confused, such as two pillows on the bed or two coffee cups on the table side by side.


    A black and a white, end upright placed in a corner of the table, looks particularly harmonious.


    Mo Yi went to the table and unconsciously touched the handle of the cup.


    The bottom of the cup makes a hoarse rubbing sound on the table top, and the side of the cup with a picture of small fish is illuminated by light.


    He frowned slowly, and he could not help feeling that the scene in front of him was a little familiar -


    just at this moment, the sound of friction of the door shaft sounded behind him. Mo Yi turned around and saw a tall man come in from the outside.


    He looked at Mo Yi with a smile: "wake up?"


    Mo Yi gazed at him in a trance, and a strange sense of confusion hit him, which made his temples jump suddenly. The hot and sour feeling spread from the depths of his brain, making him unable to concentrate.


    The other party seems to have noticed something wrong with him, and comes forward with a slight frown. His warm fingers stick to his temple and press them gently. His eyes are light and amber like honey in the sun:


    "what? Do you have a headache again? "


    Mo Yi looked at him blankly, reached out to hold the finger on the side of his face and said:


    "smell..."


    ¡­¡­ Smell what?


    He can''t remember.


    The other party looked back at him and suddenly laughed. He pasted the dragonfly on Mo Yi''s lips, and then put a sugar into his mouth as if by magic.


    Warm fingertips rubbed his lips, hard candy knocked open his teeth, along the gentle force of the tongue.


    The fresh fruit aroma spread instantly.


    Mo Yi''s heart suddenly filled with a strange panic. He opened his mouth to stop the other party:


    "wait --"


    the severe headache hit again like a mountain roaring tsunami. In his ears, only the sharp metal hissing sound could be heard. It seemed that there was a stick stirring in his brain. He could not think or make a sound, but only the pain which almost turned into substance was like The blade tortured every nerve in his body --


    Mo Yi''s pupil was constricted, and his body seemed to be fished out of the ice water.


    The spreading darkness was in his eyes.


    The thick black substance spread rapidly, occupying every ray of light and substance. The sticky gelatinous substance swallowed and twisted every inch of reality he met. He heard the distant cry.


    Heart and lung.


    But the sharp wind in his ears made him unable to concentrate, as if covered with a thick layer of cloth.


    Mo Yi wants to turn back in the direction of the sound, but he finds that he can''t move any of his limbs. He can only open his mouth in vain, as if in a silent cry or just a big breath.


    He''s falling.


    The heavy silence spread slowly through his chest like a black lake, taking away his body temperature and consciousness. The endless silence swallowed up the distant cry, as if all the light, shadow, sound and color had been eliminated.


    There is no escape.


    His limbs are like bogs, unable to move. He hears the tender temptation of death and invites him to sleep in the eternal black sweet.


    Mo Yi''s consciousness gradually blurred and drifted away.


    He seemed to float in a river of darkness.


    A strange sound seemed to be transmitted to his ears through the thick darkness. Mo Yi moved his eyelids with difficulty, and his consciousness seemed to have gathered a little.


    The voice seemed clearer.


    Broken and scattered, it came into his ears intermittently: "wake up..."


    Mo Yi moved his finger.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    The sound suddenly amplified, and the arrow pierced through all the fog and darkness, straight into the eardrum.


    Mo Yi uses all his strength to open his eyes, and his eyelids are slowly lifted up a thin gap with his movement.He seemed to see a little light.


    At this time, a huge force came and grabbed his arm fiercely and pulled him out of the darkness!


    Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, out of focus pupil tightly staring at a point in the distance, breathing violently.


    There was a whirling sensation, and the reappearance of gravity pulled his body down.


    The wind was howling in my ears.


    Mo Yi fell into a cold chest.


    He was dizzy and his stomach was full of water. It took him a long time to recover.


    The long lost memory seemed to come back at last, and his senses seemed to wake up at last. He felt the cold and pain, as well as shivering.


    It took a long time for Mo Yi to react


    It''s not that he''s shaking.


    It''s the chest and arm shaking that hugs him.


    Mo Yi moved his arm slowly. He raised his hand and patted Wen Chen''s back. The other side seemed to be stiff. Then he slowly relaxed the tight, almost suffocating embrace.


    He uses palm to support Wen Chen''s shoulder, and then force straight body, turn head to look at own back.


    I saw that wall was covered with a thick layer of gelatinous material, slowly undulating as if there was life. A huge hole was opened on the black viscous material flowing above, and then slowly retracted the tentacles condensed in the air, and filled up the void.


    It soon became a complete smooth wall, completely unable to see the ferocious appearance before.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, and felt his vitality slowly pouring into his cold and stiff limbs.


    He recalled what had happened before.


    - the sound of footsteps in the room, the black sticky gum pouring in like a tsunami, and


    That weird, bizarre dream.


    Mo Yi blinked slowly and moved his finger gently. A burst of hot pain came from his wrist. He looked down at his wrist --


    he saw several bright red finger marks and a deep strangulation mark on his wrist, which was like a relief on the pale skin of his wrist.


    The gray and White Bracelet fell loose and was blocked by the rolled up sleeves.


    The hot distension pain feeling with a needle like slight tingling.


    Wen Chen just should be holding his wrist to pull him out.


    A hand extended from the side of the body, the pale slender fingers carefully touched the red and swollen parts of his wrist, and the slightly cold fingertips left the skin slightly damaged.


    Wen Chen''s deep voice came from the ear: -- Does it hurt? "


    Mo Yi put down his wrist and gently shook his head. His voice was a little hoarse and said, "it''s OK."


    He propped up the floor with his hands, straightened up slowly, and then got up a little staggered, turned his head and looked at Wen Chen:


    "thank you very much just now. I was too careless."


    Wen Chen stood up with him and shook his head slowly:


    "it''s not your fault. These things can control people''s mind."


    "These things?" Mo Yi looks around the thick black substance covered in the room and raises his eyebrows slightly:


    "so, do you know them..."


    Wen Chen did not answer.


    He looked up at the sticky black glue creeping slowly on the ceiling. He seemed distracted and confused. He pursed his lips and said:


    " I don''t remember. "


    Mo Yi was stunned and looked at him thoughtfully. Some tiny light flashed in his dark eyes: "what do you mean?"


    "I think I should know what it is, but I forget that the only thing I can confirm is that It''s coming out of the game. "


    Mo Yi frowns slowly. He looks at Wen Chen deeply, and then takes back his eyes before he turns his head.


    Wen Chen''s memory is not complete, after all, he did not even remember his name before, but according to the situation he showed before, Wen Chen''s memory is definitely not completely lost, but the secret mechanism of the game does not allow him to say it.


    Or say, the part that he remembers is too sensitive, so even if be Wen Chen also have no ability to resist.


    Therefore, when Mo Yi asked about this aspect, Wen Chen has been responding with silence.


    Although there is no concrete evidence to prove it, Mo Yi feels that These memories may have something to do with himself.


    But he didn''t know how to prove his reasoning.


    Mo Yi slowly exhaled a breath, turned to look at Wen Chen and asked in a low voice:


    "what should we do now?"


    Wen Chen looked at this has been polluted beyond recognition of the room, and then collect Mou to ponder for a while, seem to be estimating what.A few seconds later, as if he had noticed something, he looked up and said in a deep voice:


    "they''re up there."


    After saying that, Wen Chen looked at Mo Yi with some solemnity, and then slowly stretched out his palm to him. His voice was light:


    "can you hold my hand?"


    Mo Yi picks eyebrow, gaze at Wen Chen pale palm, jokingly says: "so don''t trust me?"


    Wen Chen replies solemnly: "no, actually I am a little afraid."


    Mo Yi laughs.


    He knew that from Wen Chen''s attitude, these black sticky gelatinous substances were not to be underestimated. He had just been able to pull himself out of the black matter, probably thanks to the mist he had left on his wrist. In fact, Mo Yi is just joking at will, but I didn''t expect that Wen Chen would climb along the pole.


    Mo Yi shrugged helplessly and said with a smile: -- You won. "


    After saying that, he stretched out his hand to hold Wen Chen''s palm.


    Mo Yi''s body temperature is on the low side, but Wen Chen''s palm feels even colder than his. His slender fingers surround him loosely, just like warm jade.


    They went upstairs side by side.


    The original beautiful circular ladder is also covered with thick black material. The original color can''t be seen on the handle of white marble. There is only a thick layer of black glue sticking between the railing and the railing. Under the dim light, it is suffused with greasy luster, slowly dropping down and splashing on the soiled carpet.


    The wall next to the stairs is also covered with thick mucus, but different from downstairs, the black substance on the wall fluctuates slowly as if it can breathe, and the higher it goes up, the greater its movement.


    People can not help but have a strange illusion, as if they are walking in the body of some kind of creature, the wall is its peristaltic stomach bag, constantly secreting viscous gastric juice.


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen soon went to the second floor.


    The situation on the second floor was even worse than they had imagined. The thick black mucus made the walls and floors of the corridor airtight. It was dripping down from the ceiling. Every bit of mucus was slowly creeping and fluctuating, as if the whole corridor were alive.


    Wen Chen stood at the stair mouth to ponder for a while, then whispered to Mo Yi: "this way."


    After that, he took Mo Yi to a certain direction.


    As he walked forward, Mo Yi observed the whole unrecognized second floor without a trace. The walls on his side breathed one after another, and then stirred outward as if he were alive.


    A pale face appeared on the thick black wall without warning.


    Mo Yi was surprised in his heart. He could not help but slightly pause. He stared at the bulging face.


    The face protruding from the wall, eyes closed, plain features shriveled painfully, mouth wide open, as if in a silent scream.


    Mo Yi frowned slowly. He remembered this face. This was the guard standing at the door when he came last time.


    Why there is no one at the door of the villa.


    He turned his sight and went to the front with Wen Chen.


    The mucus all over the corridor makes a sticky and disgusting creeping sound, which is wet and spreads to the ears, making people feel goose bumps all over.


    Mo Yi''s eyes fell on a corner of the corridor that was exposed from the mucus. He vaguely recognized that this was the room Jiang Yuanbai was waiting for. He felt on the wall with his memory and turned on the wall lamp. However, through the thick mucus, it could only give out a little light better than nothing.


    Wen Chen whispered: "we arrived."


    Mo Yi nods slowly, see Chen stretch out his hand to push open the door that already completely can''t see shape and color.


    More than before a hundred times the smell of the moment hit, Mo Yi can not help but hold his breath.


    The door slid in slowly, making a faint sound of water in the darkness.


    The appearance of the whole room is exposed in front of your eyes. The floor of the room is covered with a thick layer of black material, which is different from the mucus outside the room. It looks like a hard shell and undulates on the ground like muscles, and then converges to the center of the room to form a high hill.


    Mo Yi put out his hand to cover his mouth and nose, his eyes carefully flowing in the room, and then fell on one of the corners of the room.


    His sight slightly a meal, and the finger that Wen Chen hand in hand also can''t help but tiny a tight.


    I saw a mobile phone quietly lying in the corner of the room near the door, the screen was black.


    That''s Jiang yuanrou''s mobile phone.


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 Chapter 140

    Mo Yi''s breath slightly smothered, and then moved his eyes without trace.


    The rolling black tendons in the room are more than half a person higher than the ground. They are like the roots of giant trees gathering in the middle of the room. The walls and ceiling of the room are covered with thick and hard black materials, which slowly fluctuate and wriggle.


    The whole room has completely lost its original appearance. The faint light in the corridor shines into the room from behind, and the dim light smears on the black meridians that are like living creatures. It makes people feel trance and have an illusion of entering the different dimension.


    Mo Yi slowly exhaled a breath, turned his head to look at Wen Chen, gently picked up his eyebrows, as if asking:


    what to do next?


    Wen Chen held Mo Yi''s palm loosely, and his fingers tightened slightly. The cold fingertips gently rubbed the back of his hand twice as an answer. Then he dropped his eyes slowly.


    In the misty sky, the shadow of everything in the room is like a long shadow.


    Mo Yi subconsciously raised his hand, and saw the soft misty mist around his fingertips and fingertips, winding slowly between his fingers, and then surrounded his whole hand.


    It''s itchy.


    Mo Yi conceals the ground to droop the eye, put the finger that tightens afresh to body side.


    In front of my eyes, I was almost filled with a thick milky mist, and the strange smell was diluted by the moist pine forest breath. The dark and dirty black viscous substance was covered up and could not be seen, as if everything in front of me had been washed.


    Mo Yi turns a head to see to the Wen Chen that stands in his body side, even if two people are separated so close, also can''t see each other''s face.


    The only thing he could feel was the cold hand still holding him.


    Hearing Chen''s low voice, it doesn''t sound real through the fog:


    "Jiang yuanrou is still alive."


    Mo Yi frowned slowly and listened quietly. He only listened to Wenchang and continued to say: "what''s wrong It''s incredible. "


    Incredible?


    He smeared the whole vision into a milky mist, which seemed to roll up, like the spray made by the snow-white sea rolling with the fog. The sound of sticky and moist wriggling in his ears sounded as if he was being pulled apart forcefully -


    then, with a huge noise, Mo Yi felt that something had hit his feet.


    He looked subconsciously at his feet.


    At this time, as if the clouds and rain Ji general, the body around the fog slowly thin and thin, the line of sight become clear again.


    Jiang yuanrou was lying on the ground with her eyes closed. Her long hair blocked her pale face. She looked embarrassed and haggard.


    Before Mo Yi could do anything, the meridians made of black mucus seemed to have been infuriated, and the whole room seemed to be shaking. Countless sticky tentacles stretched on the ground and on the wall fiercely attacked Jiang yuanrou, who was lying on the ground. The fog around him gathered again and blocked him like a hard shield -


    but they were still there When I didn''t touch the shield made of fog, I felt as if I was stopped by some invisible force. I shivered and stopped in mid air.


    Mo Yi a Leng, turn a head to see to the Wen Chen that stands beside oneself.


    Only saw hears Chen to also gaze at the black mucus that trembles in the air similarly, the brow is tight wrinkly ground says: "not me."


    Mo yiruo thoughtfully looked down at Jiang yuanrou lying at his feet and asked:


    "what did you mean by" incredible "


    Wen Chen turns a head to see Mo Yi, say: "Jiang Yuan Rou has not been engulfed."


    Mo Yi looked up at Wen Chen suspiciously, only heard him continue to say:


    "when I found her, her whole body was wrapped by these things, but they all stopped a few inches away from her skin, as if they were blocked by something, so I can easily pull her out of it."


    Mo Yi continued to ask, "so If she''s really involved, you can''t pull her out, can you? "


    Wen Chen does not know whether to reply a way: "all engulfed will become its nourishment, slowly and it is integrated into one, if there is no other thing''s help, is unable to swallow the person to pull out."


    Mo Yi unconsciously reached out and touched the light gray line on his wrist. He looked down at Jiang yuanrou''s unconscious pale face and said slowly:


    "what about Jiang Yuanbai?"


    Wen Chen shakes his head: "from entering the door, I did not feel the existence of Jiang Yuanbai."


    Just then, Jiang yuanrou''s slender body moved slightly, and her hair, which covered her face in disorder, slipped to one side with her movements, revealing her pale face.


    The thin eyelids trembled, the eyes rolled twice, as if they were slowly waking up.Mo Yi quickly squats down and reaches out to help Jiang yuanrou lying on the ground.


    Her eyelashes trembled gently, and then she opened her eyes slowly and hard. Her out of focus pupil looked at Mo Yi''s face. It took a while for her to wake up.


    Jiang yuanrou clenched her teeth and stretched out her hand at the moment of waking up. She clutched Mo Yi''s arm, and her knuckles turned white with force.


    She opened her mouth, and her hoarse voice came out of her throat intermittently, forming a few broken words:


    " Yuan Bai Save... "


    Mo Yi pauses, reaches out and holds Jiang yuanrou''s finger in his arm. He whispers tentatively:


    "Jiang Yuanbai is no longer here."


    Jiang yuanrou''s pupils suddenly constricted. She struggled to sit up straight, and her pale face was covered with abnormal flush:


    "impossible!"


    Mo Yi quickly looked up at the black tentacle that was still in the air and dripping with mucus. Then he looked down at Jiang yuanrou again and asked:


    "did you answer the phone call an hour ago?"


    Jiang yuanrou seems to have not recovered from Mo Yi''s words just now. She shakes her head and says in a trance:


    "no I I don''t remember taking your call. "


    Before Mo Yi opens his mouth, Jiang yuanrou suddenly raises his head and stares at Mo Yi tightly. He firmly says:


    "Yuanbai is not dead. He can''t die."


    She struggled to hold Mo Yi''s wrist, and her trembling and cold fingers fell deeply into his flesh, and her voice became tight:


    "I heard his voice, I heard him call my sister - he told me not to sleep, someone came to save me..."


    Mo Yi slowly narrowed his eyes, turned to look at Wen Chen, and asked in a low voice: "those who are engulfed by these things will have consciousness?"


    Wen Chen eyebrow Yu locks: "should be did not have, however......"


    He gazed up at the struggle and wriggle in the air, but he was unable to break through the invisible barrier. The tentacles composed of countless black mucus moving forward an inch forward slowly straightened the corners of his lips:


    "no exception."


    Jiang yuanrou seemed to have recovered a little strength. She stood up slowly, and her light brown eyes were firmly fixed on the black meridians in the center of the room. She took a deep breath and cried out:


    "Yuanbai!"


    Her eyes slowly turned red, and a thin layer of water mist gathered together -


    Wen Chen was stunned and slowly closed her eyes.


    The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were sharp and bright like a sword. He looked at Jiang yuanrou closely:


    "continue."


    Jiang yuanrou looked at Wen Chen and seemed to understand something. She slowly stepped forward and said:


    "Yuanbai, I I know I''m not a good sister


    Her voice was a little choked, and big tears gathered in her eyes and then rolled down her cheek:


    " I just wanted to protect you from those who would hurt you. At first, it was It''s the people who have coveted us since my parents died. I work hard and fear that they will take away everything from us. What''s more, I''m afraid that I can''t take care of you as my parents entrusted me. I want you to be qualified to make choices instead of being tied down by responsibilities like me


    Later, because of my cowardice, binding the game meant that I would die in the game one day because I didn''t know what the mistake was. Since I must lose it, it''s better not to get it at the beginning -- "


    with Jiang yuanrou''s intermittent, incoherent, and even mixed sobbing voice, it sounded in the narrow and dark room, and those twists and turns twinkled The black material was writhing violently, and the sticky sound of water made a hoarse and sharp sound in the room, which was extremely harsh to the ears.


    Jiang yuanrou takes another step forward, stares at the black substance in the middle of the room through her dim tears, and whispers:


    "Yuanbai Don''t sleep, someone is coming to save you... "


    The huge, hard protuberance in the middle of the house cracked with a crack, and thick black material gurgled along the opening.


    Wen Chen stepped forward, put his hand into the gap, and then pulled it out --


    the whole villa seemed to be shaking violently, and every inch of mucus in the room seemed to be shrieking and boiling as if it was boiling, making the hissing sound of friction with the air. The sharp sound wave could almost prick the eardrum.


    The voice grew louder and louder, and it was almost intolerable!


    Mo Yi clenched his teeth and could hardly reach out and hold his ears. His sight was almost blurred.


    The vision of Mo Yi Chen is pulled back tightly in his hand, and then he sees the muscle of another hand tightly shaking.Then the arm shoulder head upper body Wen Chen stepped back two steps, Jiang yuanrou rushed forward and hugged Jiang Yuanbai, who had fallen down by gravity.


    As Jiang Yuanbai was separated from the black mucus protruding in the middle of the room, those sticky gelatinous substances dried up at the speed visible to the naked eye, and then rapidly spread outward from the center of the room. The black and stiff meridians and tentacles slowly turned into dark dark dark brown, and then shrunk down as if out of breath and pasted on the ground On the ground.


    The shaking of the house stopped.


    The screams and tremors stopped.


    Mo Yi put down the palm of his hand that covered his ears, but he could still hear the shrill white noise in his ears.


    He blinked slowly, dizzy, and felt something warm flowing down his nose.


    Mo Yi gently wiped with the back of his hand, leaving a bright bloodstain on his pale skin.


    He slowly shook his head, and then stepped forward, stopped beside Wen Chen, some dizzy brain processing information speed became very slow, after a long time to come back to mind.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, which realized that Wen Chen''s palm was holding his arm tightly. The cold temperature of his palm penetrated into the skin through his thin clothes, which made his nerves more acute.


    He took Wen Chen''s arm and asked slowly:


    "are you ok?"


    Wen Chen nodded, a pair of light colored eyes staring at him in a wrong way, as if there were no other things in his eyes. He gave a low smile:


    "don''t worry, I''m not hurt."


    Mo Yi finally regains his mind from the vertigo just now, and looks down at Jiang yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai who are embracing each other on the ground.


    Jiang yuanrou''s face is wet with tears. She sobs pitifully and reaches out her trembling palm to touch Jiang Yuanbai''s face.


    Jiang Yuanbai''s closed eyelids moved slightly, and he opened his eyes with difficulty. He looked at Jiang yuanrou for a long time. Then he said in a hoarse, almost silent voice:


    " Sister


    The tears on Jiang yuanrou''s face became more fierce. She took Jiang Yuanbai''s face and said with gnashing teeth:


    "do you know how much I worry about you? The next time you don''t say hello and do these dangerous things, wait for me to beat you. Do you hear me? "


    Jiang Yuanbai gave out a weak cry of pain.


    Mo Yi tactfully pulled the arm of La Wen Chen and gently raised his chin, indicating that they should leave.


    Just as they walked out slowly, Mo Yi heard Jiang Yuanbai''s weak voice behind him: "brother mo


    Mo Yi''s pace was a little pause. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuanbai. He was struggling to support his upper body with his arms. His pale face did not have any blood color. A pair of light brown eyes looked at Mo Yi deeply:


    "I heard you."


    Mo Yi was stunned: "what do you mean..."


    Jiang Yuanbai looks at Mo Yi. His eyes seem to be empty. He opens his mouth mechanically. He calms down and asks in a hoarse voice, "you were covered in mucus just now, right?"


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and did not answer.


    Jiang Yuanbai continued: "I heard you when you were wrapped in mucus just now."


    He paused, and his face turned paler. He took a deep breath and said slowly:


    "you want to know what this game is, don''t you?"


    Jiang yuanrou is stunned. It seems that he didn''t think of the development direction of the matter now. He subconsciously turns his head and looks at Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi is standing on a dark brown dry ground. The dim light in the corridor shines in from behind his back, blurring the outline of his face. His dark pupil is calm and there is no wave, and there is no change in his mood.


    Mo Yi did not give a positive answer, but quietly asked, "what do you want to say?"


    Jiang Yuanbai took a hard breath, as if he was suffering from some great pain. He trembled and said slowly:


    "I I can help you. "


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 Chapter 141

    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly and took two steps in the direction of Jiang Yuanbai:


    "so How can you help me? "


    Jiang Yuanbai struggled to prop up his body lying on the ground. His voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear the original timbre:


    "I was trapped in the game for a long time, and my memory was missing and incomplete, but I had an impression The game is feeding on me, and I can feel myself slowly losing consciousness and merging with the game step by step until... "


    He took a deep breath, closed his eyes hard, and then went on:


    "until I heard your voice I feel that the force that has been pulling me to the deep is cut off... "


    Jiang Yuanbai opened his eyes again, gazed at Mo Yi with the same light brown eyes as Jiang yuanrou, and slowly opened his mouth and said:


    "I am like a frozen man, waking up a little bit, but my body is like a cage, locking my consciousness tightly, just like locking me in my dead body."


    Jiang Yuanbai''s brows wrinkled painfully. He breathed out a sigh of trembling. Jiang yuanrou frowned anxiously, and gently pressed her hand on Jiang Yuanbai''s clenched fist, as if to convey her own temperature and strength to him.


    Jiang Yuanbai is awakened by Jiang yuanrou''s action. He looks at his sister in a trance, and his eyes become firm and sharp.


    He looked at Mo Yi and said, "I can only tell you the next thing."


    Mo Yi one Leng: "even if it is your elder sister also can''t?"


    Jiang Yuanbai shook his head firmly: "it''s because she is my sister that I can''t do it."


    He turned his head and took a deep look at Jiang yuanrou. His eyes were full of broken pain and tender attachment. Jiang Yuanbai said slowly:


    "the less you know, the safer you are."


    Jiang Yuanbai held Jiang yuanrou''s palm on the back of his hand with his backhand, then looked up at Mo Yi: "if I hadn''t" heard "your wish just now, I would not have said it."


    He paused and continued, "and I can feel that my memory is slowly fading and blurring over time. Instead of letting it rot in my head, I''d better give it to someone who is useful Maybe he can do something we can''t do. "


    In saying this, Jiang Yuanbai''s eyes have been staring at Mo Yi.


    Jiang yuanrou drooped her eyes for a moment, then sighed slowly: "well, I respect your opinion, just Can we change places to talk? "


    She looked around the miserable interior of the room. The original black sticky substance had dried up into a deep light brown. It was like a thin film tightly stuck to the wall and floor. The whole house price smelled like a dead animal corpse.


    Jiang Yuanbai shakes his head: "must be here."


    Jiang yuanrou gives in. She stands up and goes outside the room.


    Wen Chen deeply gazed at Jiang Yuanbai who was sitting on the ground. Then he stretched out his finger and gently rubbed Mo Yi''s wrist. He reached his ear and whispered, "call me if you have something to do."


    After saying that, he also walked out behind Jiang yuanrou, and the worn-out door plate, which had been covered by corrosion, closed behind him. The room soon became quiet, leaving only Jiang Yuanbai and Mo Yi looking at each other in silence.


    Seeing that there were only two people left in the room, Jiang Yuanbai turned to look at Mo Yi and said:


    "for a short time, I felt that I was integrated with the game, so I could know something about What I shouldn''t have known. "


    Mo Yi listened quietly.


    Jiang Yuanbai pointed to the dark brown skin covering the ground and said, "do you know? In this game It''s all these things, black, disgusting mucus. "


    Mo Yi recalled that when he found Jiang Yuanbai in the copy before, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, his limbs were deep into the cold thick darkness, and he looked lifeless. And outside the two transparent walls, there was total darkness Is that the mucus he saw in this villa?


    Jiang Yuanbai''s voice trembled, but soon he was forced to calm down. He continued:


    "these black substances Can lead to the darkest things in people''s hearts, or the most painful memories, or the most afraid things, no I can''t say that. "


    Jiang Yuanbai was silent for a few seconds. He seemed to be weighing his words. He spoke slowly and cautiously: "it itself is the darkest thing in my heart, the most painful memory, and the thing to be afraid of. To be exact, these viscous black substances It is the embodiment of all the negative emotions of human beings. "


    Mo Yi subconsciously tightens his fingers. His dark eyes are smooth, but the slightly white knuckles on his side can show his restless mood. He stares at Jiang Yuanbai, waiting for his next words.He closed his eyes painfully and continued, "in the last copy After I heard that my membership test failed, I felt that I was being Things Wrapped in it, it let me relive every nightmare in my life again and again, and experience all of them over and over again The most terrible and painful memory Jiang Yuanbai was a little suffocated, and his palm on the ground slowly clenched into a fist, and then as if he had been held in his throat, he slowly uttered several broken words:


    "then In my next memory That is My body is also beginning to produce these black substances


    Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and looked at the dried brown film on the wall around him and asked, "so, these are you --"


    Jiang Yuan nodded and shook his head, slowly took a deep breath, and replied, "to be exact, all the people who are close to me have been infected Besides yuanrou, maybe it''s the protection of my subconscious... "


    Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully: "so you all released so much black matter in this room?"


    Jiang Yuan nodded, and his fingers turned white due to the force: "but strictly speaking, I am patient zero."


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and asked a question he wanted to ask from the beginning:


    "you said that these black substances can lead to the most painful memories in people''s hearts. So, are all the things seen in them true?"


    Jiang Yuanbai was stunned. It seemed that Mo Yi would ask such a question. He thought about it carefully, and then hesitated to reply:


    "probably?"


    He looked at Mo Yi suspiciously: "what? Do you see anything in the black stuff? "


    Mo Yi stopped for a moment. His eyes were puzzled and stopped at a certain point in the air. His voice was so light that it seemed that it would disappear if he didn''t listen carefully I just, I saw something that I never remember. "


    Jiang Yuanbai looked puzzled, and he frowned and said, "I only know that these substances exist for the sake of pain. Can it be that they create illusions to torture you in order to make you suffer?"


    "Has this ever happened to you?" Mo Yi asked


    Jiang Yuanbai bowed his head and pondered for a while, and his face slowly showed a look of pain. He took a deep breath and stopped remembering:


    "every minute and second in the game seems to have been lengthened tens of thousands of times. I don''t remember what I have experienced in it. I only remember the pain and despair in it, as well as some broken pictures, so this is the problem ¡­¡­ I don''t think I can answer I can only say, maybe. "


    Mo Yi nodded and pinched his brow a little tired. He felt that the amount of information he received today was too large.


    Jiang Yuanbai''s explanation is like a lost puzzle, which complements a corner of the whole huge picture, as if many things that could not be seen before had the answer.


    Although he has not yet figured out what this escape game called "stay alive" is, and although there are still many mysteries that have not been solved, it is at least an improvement. At least he knows why it is promoting these copies and what it wants from them.


    At this time, Mo Yi seemed to think of something. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuanbai, who was miserable. He asked:


    "by the way, if you say such key information, won''t the game punish you?"


    Jiang Yuanbai reluctantly hooked his lips: "that''s why I insist that this conversation be held in this room. The source of these dark substances is my body, so It''s like a shield here. The game can''t "hear" me. It''s hard to explain the specific principle. All I know is The game won''t allow that to happen. "


    He raised his chin and motioned Mo Yi to observe carefully the brown films on the ground --


    they seemed to be slowly evaporating, and gradually becoming thinner and thinner. Mo Yi could even see the color of the carpet under the film.


    Mo Yi slightly a Leng, just listen to Jiang Yuanbai''s language speed suddenly accelerated, he said anxiously: "so we don''t have much time."


    He looked at Jiang Yuanbai with his eyes fixed on him and said in a hoarse and gloomy voice:


    "and the last thing, you know Isn''t that man you''re walking with? "


    ¡°¡­¡­ I know. " Mo Yi pursed his lips, nodded in a small range, and answered, "it''s his help that can save you and make you wake up."


    He lowered his eyes slightly, and unconsciously gently rubbed his cold and pale fingers, and asked slowly, "so, I want to ask you, do you think Is he the same as you? "


    "You mean, like me, I was swallowed up by the game, and then gradually became the nourishment of the game?"


    He sneered softly, then shook his head slowly"No way."


    Mo Yi''s eyes slowly sink down, staring at Jiang Yuanbai and asking, "what do you mean?"


    Jiang Yuanbai showed a gloomy expression, and his eyes were a little frozen: "I mean, I don''t know what he is."


    He looked at Mo Yi with his eyes which had no resemblance to before, and said softly and slowly:


    "the only thing I know is He belongs to something darker, closer to the heart of the game - I don''t know what it is. "


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 Chapter 142

    Jiang Yuanbai suddenly stopped his voice, his eyes fell on the ground beside him, and his lips pursed into a silent straight line.


    Moy paused, and looking along his line of sight, the dark brown, dry film on the floor and walls seemed to have become thinner, evaporated and disappeared at the speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the messy and dirty surface of the room under it.


    The room was filled with an indescribable strange smell.


    Mo Yi could almost hear the slight "Zizi" sound of the film evaporation.


    He turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuanbai. He was still staring at the ground not far away. A trace of dark red blood was slowly sliding down the corner of his lip and hanging on his chin.


    Mo Yi a Leng, subconsciously said: "you..."


    His voice seemed to wake Jiang Yuanbai. He seemed to wake up from his sleep and turn his head to Mo Yi.


    Jiang Yuanbai seems to want to say something, but he just opened his mouth, more dark red blood gushed out of his mouth, the color of blood was as deep as thick mud, and the black red color instantly dyed his chin and trickled down.


    Some of him reached out to catch the dripping blood in a trance, and some gazed at the strange dark red blood that quickly dyed his fingers and palms. It took him a long time to recover.


    Jiang Yuanbai began to cough violently, his thin body arched up, shaking like a withered leaf in the wind in his hoarse cough, and he could not control himself to tilt to one side -


    Mo Yi frowned tightly, and quickly came forward to hold Jiang Yuanbai who had fallen down.


    Jiang Yuanbai managed to suppress his cough, wiped his bloody mouth with the back of his trembling hand, and said in a hoarse voice:


    " I''m fine. "


    He looked up at Mo Yi. The film covering the window had melted away at the moment. The sun that had been blocked out of the window for a long time was finally shining into the room. The whole room looked like a disaster scene after a disaster.


    Jiang Yuanbai''s face looked almost blue in the sun. He took a deep breath and continued:


    "I can feel My memory is gradually disappearing - when it is erased, the game will not allow it. "


    at the last moment, his voice weakened, and his eyelids closed slowly. Mo Yi''s heart tightened and he subconsciously reached for his nose.


    Feeling the weak and moist air flow brushing the cold finger belly, Mo Yi slowly breathed a sigh of relief.


    Great. Jiang Yuanbai just passed out.


    Mo Yi slightly relaxed his back, which had been tight since the beginning, moved his arm a little, adjusted a less awkward posture for Jiang Yuanbai who had fainted, and then raised his voice and cried:


    "Wen Chen! Yuanrou


    Soon after his voice dropped, he heard the rapid footsteps outside the door. Within seconds, the door of the room was pushed open.


    Jiang yuanrou stands stiff at the door. Her eyes are straight and tightly stuck to Jiang Yuanbai in Mo Yi''s arms. Her lips tremble and she can''t speak.


    Mo Yi looked down at Jiang Yuanbai and realized how misunderstood he was. He quickly explained to him:


    "Yuanbai is OK. He just fainted."


    Jiang yuanrou seemed to have been drained of all her strength. She reached for the wall around her to prevent her from falling down. She took a deep breath and walked with a still unsteady step. She took Jiang Yuanbai from Mo Yi''s arm, and then looked up at Mo Yi:


    "I..."


    As soon as the first word was spoken, Jiang yuanrou''s eyes turned red. She took a deep breath, then said in a strong calm voice:


    "I contacted the trusted hand to deal with this mess, and took Yuanbai to other places for treatment."


    Mo Yi stood up and nodded absently.


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


    He stood upright in the corridor and reappeared in the light. He looked like a black shadow tearing the light hard, and it was like a sharp wedge piercing the retina.


    Mo Yi looks at him, knowing that the other party is looking back at him.


    The sound of falling wind sounded in my ears, and nothing else could be heard.


    "Hey, are you ok?"


    Jiang yuanrou''s thunder like voice sounded from a far away place and seemed to explode in his ears.


    Mo Yi suddenly regains his mind and takes back his sight. He looks down at Jiang yuanrou, who is standing in front of him. She is looking up at herself with a puzzled look on her face. She repeats in her mouth:


    "are you ok?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ Not bad. " Mo Yi conceals ground to hang down an eye, reply: "today is really a long day."


    Jiang yuanrou raised her hand and rubbed her temple. She sighed wearily Yes


    She patiently asked the question she had just asked: "do you want me to ask someone to help you go back?"Mo Yi nodded: "thank you very much."


    After he finished talking with Jiang yuanrou, he walked to the door. The distance between Wen Chen and him gradually narrowed. Mo Yi could see that the angular face of the other party was gradually clear. His light gray eyes were staring at him in the light.


    "do you hear his voice coming home


    Mo Yi was stunned for half a second, then narrowed his eyes slowly. His eyes looked deeply into Wen Chen''s eyes, as if to gaze at his soul through the dark pupil in the light iris.


    It seems that he just wants to see his own small and clear reflection in his eyes.


    He withdrew his eyes and said calmly:


    "well, go home."


    As they walked out side by side, the black mucus once covered in the corridor and the dark brown film formed after it dried up have almost disappeared. However, the traces of devastation in the room are still clearly visible. The sunlight shining into the room from the window is quite a kind of illusion that seems to be separated from the world.


    Jiang yuanrou''s people are very efficient. Looking down from the top of the stairs, you can see someone carrying a huge cleaning instrument near the villa.


    When the machine started up, the hum and roar vibrated in the air, breaking the silence that had lasted until now.


    Wen Chen is gazing at him in the sunlight, the lip angle is slightly cocked up.


    Mo Yi saw his lips move gently, as if to say something, but the noise in the room made him completely unable to hear each other''s voice.


    He frowned, raised his voice and asked, "what do you say?"


    Wen Chen looks at him, and then comes close to his ear -- the cold and humid breath blows over his ear. Mo Yi hears the other side say:


    "the sunshine is beautiful."


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and looked at the light shining through the window. His lips showed an invisible smile:


    " Yes


    As they walked to the door, they saw several people carrying stretchers past their eyes. On the stretcher were several familiar faces, all of whom were guards at the door that Mo Yi had seen before. They look embarrassed, eyes closed, faces are similar pain and ferocity, as if they are experiencing a nightmare can not wake up.


    The figure color carrying the stretcher passed in a hurry, and the figure soon disappeared in the sight.


    Mo Yi''s eyes stop for a moment in their disappearing back, then turn around and ask, "will they be ok?"


    Wen Chen droops his eyes, complexion calmly replies: "they stay in those" thing "the time is not long, according to reason is won''t have the life danger."


    Mo Yi said without hesitation That''s it


    He took back his sight and went to the door with Wen Chen. A car was waiting at the door. Someone opened the door for them.


    Two people bent down to sit in the car, the car will slowly start.


    This time in the city is not the peak period, the traffic flow is not big, the vehicles are smooth all the way, and soon drive to the destination.


    Mo Yi opens the door with the key, and they enter the room one after another. The familiar atmosphere and quiet environment in the room can not help but produce a kind of indescribable fatigue.


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


    Mo Yi suddenly realized that he didn''t eat anything since he woke up this morning. His feeling of exhaustion and hunger seemed to be awakened from the depths of his body. He moved his stiff and aching arm and replied:


    " All right. "


    He walked to the study in a hurry, and without looking back, he said, "I have several variables that need to be changed. You can decide."


    Wen Chen stopped him after his death: "so, did you get the answer you want in Jiang Yuanbai?"


    Mo Yi put the finger on the handle of the study door slightly a meal, equivocal ground says: "probably."


    He opened the door in front of him and opened the room slowly.


    The screen in the room is flashing blue light, and the data on it seems to be constantly moving at a speed that is hard to capture by the naked eye.


    Mo Yi''s eyes swept across one of the screens, showing the number of calculations so far:


    8234702394.


    He took a deep breath, pulled a chair and sat down. He reached out and took the empty coffee cup that had been poured on the table from the pile after pile of messy calculation drafts. There were still mud colored coffee stains with the same color as the cup in it. After the table was simply cleaned up, it finally became much fresher.


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


    The slightly loosened sleeve slipped off the wrist, revealing the ribbon that was wrapped around the wrist bone.


    As cold as water, the ribbon tightly adheres to the skin, and the messy patterns on it are entangled like some abstract paintings. The sharp color contrast deeply stings the eyes of the viewer.Mo Yi''s eyes fell for a few seconds, and then he took the ribbon off his wrist.


    The unknown cloth seemed to carry his body temperature and slowly unfolded in front of his eyes. Even if he didn''t know how long it had wound on his wrist, there was still no crease on it.


    The long blood like silk thread runs through the whole silk belt from the beginning to the end. The thick black ink spots on the silk ribbon are dyed into the main body from the edge of the silk ribbon, and then spread along the direction of the silk thread. It is deep and shallow alternating with the original silver background, which looks strange and harmonious.


    It''s almost twice as much as the last time I saw it.


    Was it caused by the sticky black substance in Jiang yuanrou''s villa?


    After all, the black on the top began to spread because he touched the black sticky substance around Jiang Yuanbai''s body with the ribbon in the copy --


    Mo Yi reached out to touch the remaining blank on the ribbon, and his eyes were slightly heavy.


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 Chapter 143

    Mo Yi then stayed in the study for nearly eight hours.


    The room is filled with the hum of the machine when it is running, and the sound of keyboard tapping is like running water, which is constantly integrated into the background sound of the room.


    The bright blue light illuminates Mo Yi''s expressionless face. The high brow bone casts a deep shadow on his face, covering the sunken eye socket and staring at the small space in front of him.


    It has to be said that Jiang Yuanbai''s information provided him with a new idea.


    He''s now using these ideas to modify his previous algorithm.


    Mo Yi stops tapping the keyboard, calmly and peacefully looks at the screen in front of him, and slowly exhales a breath.


    I have to say, this time was very smooth.


    He lowered his eyelashes and took a look at the dial on his wrist - less than twenty hours before he next entered the copy.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes, moved his fingertips and pressed the Enter key on the keyboard.


    With a clear sound from the pressing of the key cap, the number on the screen on the right which has been stagnant for a long time starts to change again, and the number above is growing rapidly with the change of time.


    Mo Yi stood up from the desk, opened the door of the study and went out.


    Wen Chen raised his head from the sofa and asked, "how?"


    Mo Yi stretched a little stiff back for a while, nodded his head and replied, "it''s OK, it''s making progress."


    As he spoke, he walked into the kitchen and saw several simple dishes warming up on the stove.


    Mo Yi ate some absentmindedly. After putting the empty bowl in the dishwasher, he simply washed it as fast as he could, and then turned and walked to his room.


    He set an alarm clock on his mobile phone to make sure he woke up within 10 hours of entering the game.


    Mo Yi''s pace at the door a little pause, and then turned to look at Wen Chen sitting on the sofa, said in a low voice:


    "good night."


    After that, he closed the door behind him.


    Wen Chen is looking at the door that closes tightly, drooped a little eyes slightly, long eyelash leaves thin shadow in deep eye socket, face still does not have what expression.


    He stood up in silence and walked slowly to the door, his pace as silent as a cat.


    Wen Chen hesitantly pursed her lips.


    He raised his hand, and his bony palms were placed parallel not far from the door panel. It seemed that the distance between the palm and the door panel could not be crossed by any means, so he hung steadily in the air.


    He knew that Mo Yi could detect his sense of existence in the fog.


    But he didn''t want to give up an opportunity to be so close to Mo Yi.


    This makes Wen Chen a little confused for a moment.


    At this time, he heard Mo Yi''s voice coming from inside, which seemed to be distorted through the door:


    " I hear you at the door


    Wen Chen''s whole body was stiff Seriously, how did he do it?


    His muscles were tense, and he couldn''t find a word to answer, so he kept silent in embarrassment and pondered over what to say.


    Just then, a light, almost inaudible sigh came from the door.


    Mo Yi''s voice seems to be frustrated and helpless Come on in


    Wen Chen''s eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was afraid of Mo Yi''s regret. He opened the door and quickly walked in. Then he quickly closed the door behind him.


    The ceiling light in the room has been turned off, only the table lamp on the bedside table is still on. Mo Yi is sitting on the head of the bed with his back. The dim light of the small desk lamp prints soft lines on his side face.


    The light is like water in his deeply sunk clavicle, and a small piece of skin at the intersection of shoulder and neck is illuminated with warm texture, as if it will shine and attract people''s eyes.


    The vision of Wen Chen cannot help but fall on that piece of skin.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose a little tired. Then he accentuated his voice and stressed:


    " This is really the last time! "


    Smell Chen absentmindedly ground nods a head, seem to have not listened to Mo Yi''s words.


    Mo Yi restrained his impulse to raise his hand again. He took a deep breath of the faint regret in his chest. He could not help feeling that he had made a wrong decision.


    Wen Chen has already come over. Mo Yi yawns and is tired again. He raises his eyelids and looks at Wen Chen. Then he moves to the bed and says in a low voice:


    "turn off the light."


    Wen Chen obediently reaches out to turn off the desk lamp, and the room instantly returns to darkness.


    Mo Yi felt that the bed on his side was sunk by gravity, and the mattress below made a slight squeak in the dark.


    The slight cold breath spreads out, just like the moist and cool taste of pine forest after rain, which makes people feel calm.Mo Yi closed his eyes and felt his senses slowly sink into the darkness. It seemed that he finally broke a small gap in the shackles of his heart, so that he could finally catch his breath.


    Although he didn''t show it all the time, Mo Yi was very clear in his heart about the impact of being wrapped up in the black material in Jiang yuanrou''s villa It''s not as small as he looks.


    He clearly remembered the feeling of sinking into the deep darkness.


    Cold, desperate, dirty, unable to break free, unable to escape.


    The invisible, silent and colorless darkness, like muddy tentacles, dragged him down to the bottom of the sea in the dark. The suffocating pressure pressed heavily on his body every time, and the cold sea water poured into the eardrum.


    Even after breaking away from the black mucus, the weight-loss feeling brought by the fall is still haunting around his body like gangrene, and then covered up by Mo Yi.


    Although for such a long time, Mo Yi is used to having the same dream after dream.


    But this time it''s not the same.


    It''s like the nightmare that haunts him for many years suddenly comes true, breaks through the boundary between reality and illusion and invades into reality. It''s as if he has lost control of everything.


    This feeling was terrible -


    Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath and pressed back some of his ups and downs again.


    At this time, he heard the voice of Wen Chen coming from the side of his pillow:


    "today..."


    Mo Yi opens his eyes and stares at the shadow that seems to be changing in the darkness before his eyes, and quietly waits for what Wen Chen says next.


    Only heard Chen continue to say, the voice seems to have no fluctuation: "Jiang Yuanbai You hugged him


    Mo Yi one Leng, did not keep up with Wen Chen''s train of thought, subconsciously ground makes a voice: "hmm?"


    His voice is still low and gentle, but Mo Yi seems to hear a strange grievance: "today in the villa, I see you holding Jiang Yuanbai."


    Mo Yi is now finally following Wen Chen''s train of thought, and her expression on her face can''t help but be a little subtle:


    " That''s because he fainted


    The darkness became silent. Mo Yi could only hear his breathing sound in the quiet night, as if all the voices were silent.


    Wen Chen has no premonitory ground to open a mouth to say: "Oh."


    His voice was smooth, with no fluctuations: "I''m a little dizzy."


    Mo Yi:


    He turned around on the bed, looking at Wen Chen lying on the other side of the bed in the dark.


    Wen Chen also turned his head to look at Mo Yi. His face was blurred in the dark. Mo Yi could only see half of the dim lines illuminated by the light outside the window on Wen Chen''s side face, smoothly sliding into the dark.


    Mo Yi said helplessly:


    " All right


    After that, Mo Yi leaned forward, stretched out his arms, and gently hugged Wen Chen. The body in his arms felt cold and flexible, almost not like a living person. However, at the moment of being embraced, his muscles suddenly tightened and trembled under his arm.


    Mo Yi returned to his pillow and asked, "are you satisfied now?"


    In the dark, Wen Chen did not answer for a long time.


    Once again, his sleepiness hit like the tide, and Mo Yi''s eyelids began to fight.


    Just when he was about to fall into a deep sleep, Mo Yi vaguely heard Wen Chen send out a vague syllable in a low voice:


    " Well. "


    Then, as if all the sounds were moving away, the fresh and humid breeze after the rain with the cold breath of pine trees sped silently.


    It seems that the stars are inverted, and the light and shadow are colorful.


    The buzzing sound of the alarm clock wakes Mo Yi from his sleep.


    He frowned a little, then groped with his eyes closed and rang the alarm at the head of the bed.


    Mo Yi opened his eyes slowly, but was startled by the scene in front of him -


    Wen Chen''s face was close at hand, the bright light outside the window showed his facial features, and his light eyes showed a light brown color in the sun.


    He laughed, touched Mo Yi''s lips, and then quickly backed back. His low voice made a slight vibration in the air:


    "good morning."


    Mo Yi felt relieved for a while. He pushed aside Wen Chen and sat up straight:


    " Good morning


    As he got out of bed, he asked, "you look awake. Didn''t you fall asleep this time?"


    Mo Yi had a good sleep this time. As expected, he did not have that nightmare again. The startling moment he experienced in Jiang yuanrou''s villa yesterday became like a nihilistic dream, and the impact seemed to be slowly disappearing.


    Wen Chen looks at him, answer way: "I fell asleep, just wake up very early just."Mo Yi nodded, indicating that he knew.


    He got up and went to wash himself. He picked up the mobile phone he had left aside. He walked to the bathroom and loosened Jiang yuanrou''s hair:


    [I''m in the copy today. Can you do me a favor? ¡¿


    Jiang yuanrou replied quickly. ¡¿


    Mo Yi thought for a moment, and his fingers were typing on the screen of his mobile phone: "do you have any other accommodation? ¡¿


    two minutes later, Mo Yi''s mobile phone vibrated twice, with a list of addresses sent by Jiang yuanrou.


    Mo Yi glanced at random, then put his mobile phone outside the bathroom and took a shower in the bathroom. After coming out, he found that there was a message on his mobile phone.


    From Jiang yuanrou:


    [what do you need to prepare there? ¡¿


    Mo Yi wiped his hair with a towel and replied with one hand:


    [no need. ¡¿


    he thought for a few seconds and added: "I just want to test a conjecture. ¡¿


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 Chapter 144

    An hour later, Mo Yi and Wen Chen came to Jiang yuanrou''s address.


    Here is quite unified with the villa style of the last time, taking the way of low-key exterior and exquisite interior.


    Jiang yuanrou greets them into the room. She can''t see the mess she had seen two days ago. Her long curled hair is tied up in a beautiful bun. Several strands of soft hair fall down on her cheek side. She is wearing simple household clothes. She seems to have been waiting for a long time.


    After a brief exchange of greetings, they went to the living room and sat down.


    Wen Chen followed silently, the lines of his face were sharp and deep, just like a ghost.


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyes flit across Wen Chen''s body, then stops on the backpack carried by Mo Yi, and frowns with some doubts.


    The strong nylon fabric is dark brown and black, and it flickers faint reflection in the light. It looks simple and low-key. The inside is bulging and falling down heavily. The bottom of the backpack is pulled by gravity.


    Jiang yuanrou recognizes this backpack, and Mo Yi is carrying it into the last copy.


    She drooped her eyes and took a sip of the tender green tea in her tea cup. Then she looked up at Mo Yi and asked, "what can I do for you?"


    Mo Yi''s lips were slightly pursed, and he replied in an unconventional way: "do you remember the information you provided to me before?"


    Jiang yuanrou is slightly stunned, apparently not following Mo Yi''s idea of jumping off.


    Mo Yi repeated word by word: "players who enter the game can''t leave clear video records, and camera equipment in reality can''t shoot anything related to the game. If a player tries to describe the existence of the game to ordinary people, he will be punished by the game."


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyes became dignified. She put down her tea cup, nodded her head and replied, "that''s right."


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes, touched his fingertips subconsciously and said slowly:


    "and according to the previous copy, we speculate that the game will only prevent the exchange of information between people at different cognitive levels."


    Jiang yuanrou gives a "um" sound. Her light brown eyes are staring at Mo Yi''s face. It seems that she can''t understand what he wants to say.


    Mo Yi continued:


    "if the player enters the copy in public or in front of ordinary people, the game will definitely prevent such visual image communication between the two people with different cognitive levels. According to the power it has shown before, the traces left by the player who will die in the game in real life and the memory in the mind of the cognitive person will surely be prevented It''s not that hard to remember and control the players'' minds


    Mo Yi stopped, his eyes fell on a green tea cup in front of him, and then whispered:


    "however, the level of understanding between players and players, such as you and me, belongs to the same level, so the game will not prevent the exchange of information between us."


    Jiang yuanrou frowned and seemed to have guessed something, but she asked with some uncertainty:


    "so What do you really want to do? "


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at Jiang yuanrou''s fuzzy face through the water mist curling up in front of him and said:


    "you said last time that you entered the copy a week later, right?"


    Jiang yuanrou nods.


    Just listen to Mo Yi continue: "I want to ask you to help is very simple, just look at how I get into the copy, and then tell me when I come out."


    Jiang yuanrou bit her lip with her teeth, but she still couldn''t resist. She asked her inner doubts:


    "this Is it related to the conjecture you said in your text message to verify? "


    Mo Yi nodded.


    Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath and replied, "that''s OK."


    She seemed to think of something and asked in some doubt, "but Why come to my place? "


    Jiang yuanrou seemed to be aware of the ambiguity in her words, and hastily added: "it''s not that I don''t want to do anything, but it''s just a little superfluous? After leaving the copy anyway, I still want to go back to your home. Why don''t you just call me there? "


    Mo Yi''s face is calm, can''t see what expression changes: "it''s because of this."


    Jiang yuanrou is stunned.


    "Because - I always come back to my house."


    Mo Yi continued: "I have tried many different places before entering the replica, standing by the bed, standing in the living room, or other corners of the room to enter the replica, but no matter where I enter the replica, I always wake up in the same place - my bed."


    He raised his eyes and gazed at Jiang yuanrou with dark eyes. His voice was steady:


    "it''s like the archive point of the game, isn''t it very interesting?"


    Jiang yuanrou pondered for a few seconds, looked back at Mo Yi, and said, "I finally understand why Yuanbai excluded me from your dialogue before."Her fingers tightened slightly: "the place your eyes are looking for is different from ours from the beginning."


    "- you don''t want to survive one game after another, and you don''t want to get out of the game by earning enough points You went for the game itself from the beginning, didn''t you? "


    Mo Yi didn''t answer, just gently hooked his lips.


    Jiang yuanrou has an illusion that she is seeing this gentle and handsome man for the first time. This is her first time to see the madness and danger hidden in the gentle appearance of this man, his arrogance and arrogance, as well as his desire for control.


    This is also the first time clearly understand the difference between yourself and each other.


    She just wants to win - to win this bloody and cruel game, to win freedom after a hard journey, and to cry with her loved ones and the infinite possibilities of the future.


    However, Mo Yi was afraid that he was not prepared to follow the other party''s


    from the beginning, he wanted to break the rules and let it run according to the orderly and rational rules created by himself.


    How cold, firm, proud and slow.


    Jiang yuanrou clearly connected the young man who was younger than himself and the arrogant hacker.


    She felt afraid.


    It''s not just the dangerous act of walking on a tightrope - it''s another kind of madness to fight against this huge, almost omnipotent "game.".


    And the fear of Mo Yi himself.


    This strange mood is too turbulent and fast, leaving also without warning, Jiang yuanrou even himself is not willing to admit his heart''s true ideas.


    However, Mo Yirou did not worry about him when he was with her She felt somehow that they were a perfect match.


    Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath, looked away, and slowly replied:


    "OK, I''ll help you."


    Soon it was time for Mo Yi to enter the replica.


    A camera was set up in the room, facing Mo Yi standing in the middle of the room. Although he knew that the success of the camera might not be of much value, there might be some unexpected results if one was used as a control experiment.


    Mo Yi carries his pack and breathes out slowly.


    He watched Jiang yuanrou, who was sitting on one side and staring at himself, felt a strange tension in his heart.


    Mo Yi looked down at the dial on his wrist. The pointer on the dial silently turned on the pale dial and moved toward the top without stagnation.


    As soon as the pointer reached the top, Mo Yi only felt the darkness in front of him and lost his consciousness.


    When he wakes up again, he is back in the dark game space.


    The mechanical female voice rings around her, but different from the previous several times, Mo Yi seems to have heard the sound of electric current in its voice, which seems to be disturbed by something. Behind the sound line, there is a shallow metal murmur:


    "welcome Mo Yi, a member of the senior member club, to return to the game. Points are settled..."


    Mo Yi stood in the dark and waited quietly.


    The settlement time seems to be a bit long this time.


    There seems to be a undercurrent in the darkness around us. Just watching gives people a great sense of pressure and danger.


    After a long time, the girl''s voice sounded again, and the noise of the disturbed electric current seemed more obvious.


    "Tie - Zi - success! Congratulations to player Mo Yi for getting points from player Jiang yuanrou. Congratulations to player Mo Yi for achieving Zizi level hiding The reward points are 15000


    The sound stopped.


    The ear is quiet, there is no sound of the boundless, dead silent pressure, people can not help but feel faint uneasiness in slowly breeding spread.


    At this time, Mo Yi heard a sudden expansion of the voice sounded, as if it was a buzzing general alarm sound in the ear can burst, and then a cold man''s voice sounded:


    "the system detects the player''s illegal behavior in the previous copy, and the system store will be closed for one round."


    Mo Yi raised his eyebrows a little - it was quite fresh.


    The scene suddenly changed. The blue page of the game store slowly unfolded in front of him. But different from the previous several times, each grid in the game store was gray and could not be purchased. Mo Yi looked down at his balance, and a bright red lock locked the number. It was obvious that he did not have it before this copy started I can buy any props.


    However, Mo Yi is not very concerned, after all, the props that can be used in the game are very weak due to the long cooling time and the negative effect of binding, and sometimes it may even delay.


    But he is still very sorry that he can''t see the exclusive store of A-class members.The items in the member store are much more valuable than the props in the general store.


    Whether it is use value or research value.


    Mo Yi slightly narrowed his eyes and hid the emotion in his eyes. Then he directly chose to start the game.


    The female voice seems to have returned to the normal state before and sounded in the empty dark space without emotion:


    "the game is transmitting..."


    The familiar sense of earth shaking suddenly attacked Mo Yi. After a bout of dizziness, he felt that his consciousness gradually recovered and his sense of things around him gradually sharpened.


    He is lying down this time. The soft and elastic bed supports the curve of his back, which greatly alleviates the weightlessness and vertigo caused by game transmission.


    Nose end smell a cold and sweet and greasy aroma, seems to be some strange incense general long time does not disperse.


    Mo Yi''s eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes. His sight became clear with his movements, as if there was a thin white membrane in front of him.


    Gorgeous color block and bright color conflict instantly into the field of vision.


    Mo Yi was stunned.


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 Chapter 145

    Bright colors constitute complex patterns, which spread from the center of the ceiling layer by layer. Abstract patterns interweave and stack, bringing a kind of visual vertigo.


    Mo Yi noticed that the color of the top painting on the ceiling was a bit old, and it was covered with dust. It seemed that it had been some years.


    He blinked some sour eyes, then put his palm on the bed, and slowly sat up.


    Mo Yi can''t help but be surprised by the scene in front of him.


    He was in a very luxurious room.


    Under the body is a soft velvet quilt, silk fabric embroidered with delicate patterns, feel like water.


    The room is a magnificent baroque style. The round curves decorate the half arched pillars in the corner of the room. The marble sculptures on the wall are shining with pearly luster under the soft and dark yellow light. Oil paintings are hung on the walls on all sides, and thick picture frames are hung on the wall. The heavy wood is covered with light gold silk thread.


    Even Mo Yi, who doesn''t know about this aspect, can see how valuable this room is.


    He turned to get out of bed and saw a dark red wax sealed envelope on the top of the cupboard at the head of the bed.


    Mo Yi''s eyes slightly stopped, reached out and picked up the envelope. The figure on the wax seal was a little fuzzy. The round figure was intertwined with complicated lines, which seemed to be some kind of family emblem.


    He opened the envelope, and a delicate note fell out of it, which said in bold script:


    "Dear Mr. Moyi:


    Mr. de Claus and his wife, Ms. de Claus, sincerely invite you to attend their wedding three days later."


    It turned out to be an invitation to a wedding.


    Mo Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, turned to the back of the note, and gently touched the sunken dark lines on the back of the note with his fingertips. It seemed that it was the family emblem with the same shape as the wax seal.


    There are no other valuable clues.


    Mo Yi put the envelope and invitation in his backpack, then stood up and went to the only window in the room. Then he looked out through the carved gold-plated window couplets.


    The game has not yet started, the countdown of blue has not appeared, there is only a vast darkness outside the window.


    Mo Yi tried to push the window. Some rusty window shafts creaked and slid out without warning.


    He couldn''t help being a little stunned This is the first time that Mo Yi has seen a window that can be pushed open in the copy.


    Mo Yi leaned forward a little, but he could only see the scale and half width of the whole building, some old and old walls and the dry plants climbing on them. In addition, only the tomb like darkness peeped quietly in the distance.


    He straightened up, closed the window as it was, and turned thoughtfully towards the bed.


    A dark shadow appeared in Mo Yi''s afterglow.


    Mo Yi''s heart beat hard. Just now, he was still a little flustered. He suddenly looked up at the direction where the shadow appeared -


    only a familiar figure appeared in the field of vision.


    It seems that Ouchen''s figure is quite similar to that of Ouchen''s figure, which is quite different from that of ouchein''s painting.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and slowly recovered his ups and downs:


    " You scared me


    Wen Chen smelled speech and turned to look at Mo Yi. The light colored eyes showed honey like color under the dim yellow light in the room, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised:


    "I thought you knew I would come in."


    Mo Yi is speechless.


    After all, he just from the game transmission of vertigo and slow come over, for a while really did not think of Wen Chen need to through the copy of the player "put in.".


    He seemed to suddenly think of something and asked, "by the way, according to the view outside the window just now It seems that this copy is not semi open. How can the window be opened so easily? Is this replica feature? "


    Wen Chen looked at Mo Yi, Zhang Zhang mouth seemed to be ready to say something, but as if thinking of something, hesitantly pursed his lips.


    Mo Yi seems to understand what: "punishment?"


    Wen Chen facial muscle is tight, did not answer.


    In fact, Mo Yi didn''t pay much attention to this problem. He waved his hand: "it''s OK. Anyway, I''m..."


    Wen Chen suddenly interrupted him, sped up and said: "in the game A little bit of a problem has arisen, and it has no time to take care of too many details now. "


    Mo Yi was stunned: "I didn''t mean --"


    Wen Chen did not pass the line of sight, the lines of his lips were straight, and his calm face seemed to be a little nervous.


    Mo Yi frowned and whispered, "you are not allowed to do this next time."He recalled the faint murmur of the mechanical sound he had heard in the system space before, and frowned thoughtfully. According to reason, Wen Chen''s rescue of Jiang Yuanbai should not have such a lasting impact on the game, unless


    Mo Yi broke away from his own thoughts. His eyes fell on Wen Chen''s tight jaw. He sighed helplessly. Finally, he put the matter aside and asked:


    "by the way, what were you looking at just now?"


    Seeing Mo Yi as if he was not ready to continue to investigate, Wen Chen seemed to be relieved and quietly replied:


    "a painting."


    Mo Yi''s curiosity was aroused. He went to Wen Chen and looked at the painting hidden in the shadow of the pillar along his sight.


    In the heavy and gloomy dark frame is a pale, red and naked woman lying quietly in the deep red velvet. The soft and undulating shadows and sharp color contrast impact the vision. Her long black hair is like a piece of torn silk across her thin shoulder and flows in the crimson cloth under her body.


    Her eyes were closed and her face was calm. She could not tell whether she was alive or dead.


    Mo Yi frowned slightly, and slowly stepped forward, reaching for the back of the frame --


    What rough texture touched his fingertips, he twisted the protruding foreign bodies behind the frame with two fingers, and then exerted a little force.


    A piece of yellow paper was pulled out of the frame by Mo Yi, and the fine dust floated out.


    Mo Yi looked down at the messy handwriting on the note and read out the lines in a low voice:


    "a headless corpse on the thirsty pillow was like a river


    the blood flowed out of the bed sheet like a pasture


    Mo Yi was stunned and looked at the oil painting again. He saw a thin blood thread on the woman''s pale and slender neck. The more lustrous crimson was sticking to the dark red velvet, and the undulating folds were spreading. The blood and the color of the cloth were intertwined, and the boundary between the two was almost impossible to distinguish.


    He looked down and read the little poem on the note again.


    Mo Yi frowned. He felt that he was vaguely familiar with these lines, but he could not remember where he had read them.


    Just then, he heard a faint noise of confusion in the distance.


    The voice of shallow tears mixed with impatient arguments, through the thick door to the ear - everything is so familiar.


    Mo Yi looked at the closed door, then turned to Wen Chen and asked:


    "do you still need to be invisible in this copy?"


    According to the information that Wen Chen told Mo Yi before, his appearance is likely to increase the difficulty coefficient of the copy, so he will follow him in invisible form in the third copy. However, according to the information disclosed by Wen Chen just now, the game''s supervision on the operation of this copy is not very strict, so Mo Yi will ask Wen Chen''s idea.


    Wen Chen was still staring at the oil painting on the wall. He quickly took a look at Mo Yi and replied:


    "no need."


    Mo Yi nodded and was about to open the door of the room. She heard that Chen continued to say: "br >


    " I''m very interested in the theme of weddings. "


    Mo Yi:


    The wedding in the copy? Are you sure?


    He paused in silence, then reached out and opened the door of the room.


    In front of us is a long corridor. The decoration in the corridor is as gorgeous and luxurious as that in the room. The beautiful silver lamp on the wall and the dark yellow candle light on the arm will illuminate the spacious corridor.


    The strange fragrance that Mo Yi asked when he woke up seemed to be more intense. It spread cold and sweet in the closed corridor, which made people hold their breath slightly.


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen go to the place where the voice comes from.


    At the end of the corridor is a huge staircase paved with dark red carpet, leading to the first floor with bright lights. Then Mo Yi realized that he had woken up in a room on the second floor.


    At the end of the stairs, a group of people stood in twos and threes.


    The fierce quarrel that just reached Mo Yi Er has stopped. Only one young girl is still standing in the corner, wiping tears and making a low sob. It sounds strange in this dead and luxurious house. In the other corner of the room, there is a middle-aged woman who is a little fat, wearing a long skirt and high-heeled shoes that are not suitable for sports Qing''s eyes are full of hostility.


    It seems that the running in period between the new and the senior is over.


    Standing near the side of the stairs, a senior person saw Mo Yi standing at the top of the stairs, and couldn''t help shouting impatiently: "hurry up, hurry up! I''ll be waiting for you. "


    He murmured a few curses, then pressed the cigarette end on the stair handle, leaving an ugly semicircle mark on the dark glazed surface.


    When Mo Yi and Wen Chen go down the stairs, the familiar mechanical female voice rings"Hello, welcome to stay alive.


    Your only mission is to survive at Claus House for nine days.


    The following are the tips for you:


    the lips that made my heart infatuated,


    the spring tide in my chest which is stronger than the sunshine,


    all take away, what is left?


    Terrible, my soul!


    Only the faded sketch drawn by the tricolor pencil,


    gradually disappeared in loneliness like me.


    Every day, the unjust old man of time,


    uses thick and hard wings to erase the traces... "


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 Chapter 146

    As soon as the voice of the mechanical female voice dropped, the tall and carved window on the side lit up a bright blue light.


    The new couple''s eyes were subconsciously attracted to the past, and their faces became more and more pale and desperate - every scene and every detail at present reminds them that this is no ordinary trick show, and the development of things is far beyond the scope of their common sense.


    The low sobbing again rang, lingering in the sumptuous and solemn hall, one could not help but chill his back.


    The senior man who pressed the cigarette end muttered in a low voice impatiently These new people will cry


    His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.


    But the low whimper did not stop.


    Just then, a young girl came out of the shadow of the marble porch, and her face was full of fear:


    "I I haven''t cried since I started to speak in that strange voice... "


    People can''t help but feel the horror - who is crying now?


    The low sobbing sound seemed to have no sign of stopping, whimpering in the ear, as if from the dark corridor in the deep hall, and as if near the ear, people could not help but feel cold.


    The senior man seemed to be shocked. He straightened up his back and said in a loud voice:


    "..." Who''s up to something? It''s not funny at all! "


    Another senior, who seemed quite calm, stepped up and said, "all players, will you come to the center of the hall?"


    The crowd gathered towards the center of the hall. Mo Yi and Wen Chen also took two steps symbolically forward with the flow of people, and came to the crowd.


    Mo Yi quietly looked around the crowd who gathered in front of the stairs and silently counted it in his heart: there are 23 players in this copy, excluding Wen Chen.


    Although there are a lot of players this time, the copy time is very long, and new players account for a large proportion - it seems that this copy is not very difficult.


    Mo Yi slightly lowered his eyelashes to cover his eyes.


    Now all the players are concentrated in a small space in front of the stairs, standing in front of each other, no one left behind, no one has tears on his face, but the strange cry is still around the hall.


    The faces of those new people were all white. The girl who had just made a sound was shaking slightly and looked at the crowd in a daze:


    " Come on, what''s going on? "


    The cry stopped abruptly.


    Now the hall was empty and dead, as if the invisible wind could be heard through the gloomy corridor.


    They were cold behind their backs, gazing at the same pale faces of others. No one spoke. The atmosphere was extremely depressed, as if even the breath was a burden.


    At this time, a cold voice sounded behind him without warning: "dear guests..."


    Ah, a few new people screamed madly


    Moy paused and took a deep breath - he was not frightened by the initial noise, but by the shrill shrieks of the newcomers.


    He stepped forward, crossed the other players, and looked in the direction of the sound.


    I saw a man''s figure appeared in the shadow of the hall without warning, as if the whole person had melted into the thick dark darkness. His thin figure seemed to be just a shadow, and his pale face had no expression at all. He just looked at the crowd quietly and seemed to be waiting for something.


    Several other senior people have already helped those new people who were scared seriously down.


    Everyone watched the sudden figure with vigilance, and the atmosphere in the hall was tense and stagnant.


    The skinny man slowly stepped forward, and his full figure finally appeared in the light.


    He was dressed in a dark black housekeeper''s uniform. Both the meticulous neckline and the cuffs exposed from the black coat were clean and snow-white. A thin gold chain was shining on his chest and extended into the pocket of his coat.


    The most uncomfortable thing is his face. His facial features have no characteristics, as if they can melt into every group. However, when the face is taken out alone, it gives people a strange sense of discord, as if staring at a disordered and reorganized puzzle.


    He began to speak - still in that cold, polite tone:


    "distinguished guests, welcome to the wedding of Mr. and Ms. de Claus. I am the steward of Claus House, and I will receive you in the next few days."


    The housekeeper pauses, and his gloomy and empty black eyes slowly turn around the crowd:


    "you must have been invited. Please keep them well."


    After that, he took out the old gold pocket watch from his coat pocket and looked down at it"Now it''s two minutes before ten in the morning. Lunch will be delivered to your rooms in half an hour. If you need anything, you can ring the bell to call the maid. You can visit the house before 10:00 in the evening.


    Do you have any questions? "


    The crowd still looked at him in silence. A new man asked timidly:


    "that Our room is The room you wake up in? "


    The Butler still kept the polite smile, which seemed to be wearing a pale mask. He replied without a pause:


    "yes, miss."


    After that, he bent down and applied his force. The radian of his action was just like a ruler:


    "since you have no problem, I will leave first."


    After that, the housekeeper stepped back two steps slowly, and quietly merged into the shadow of the marble porch.


    His body soon disappeared completely in sight, and the crowd looked at each other, speechless at the other players.


    The heavy and deep sound of the clock broke the silence without warning, reverberating in the spacious and extravagant hall, when it struck ten times - it was ten o''clock in the morning, as the housekeeper had just said.


    One of the senior players cleared his throat and said:


    "that In that case, let''s team up separately and look for clues everywhere. How about meeting under the stairs at eleven o''clock? "


    After a burst of chaotic formation, everyone moved separately in twos and threes, and the hall soon ceased to be noisy before, and gradually became quiet.


    Mo Yi Ze and Wen Chen walk around the hall slowly.


    As he walked slowly to the end of the hall, he saw that the grand and magnificent gate was closed tightly, and on both sides stood the symmetrical and plump marble statues, whose arc curvature and moving lines were pleasing to the eye.


    Mo Yi tried to reach out and push the gate -- motionless.


    He didn''t expect much. He just shrugged his shoulders, then turned and walked in the other direction.


    At this time, Mo Yi seemed to hear some faint music It seems to be playing the piano.


    He stood there and listened attentively. The soft music came to his ears intermittently, as if it were the whisper of a lover''s ear, but it was vague and distant, and his listening was not very real.


    For some reason, Mo Yi always felt that the sound of the tune seemed familiar. He frowned slowly, and then walked along the music toward the corridor on one side of the hall.


    The sound of the music gradually becomes clear as it approaches. The piano sound seems to be very gloomy. It plays in a strange and strange tune, which makes the listener feel heavy.


    The farther forward, the candle light in the corridor is dimmer, and the air is filled with cold and sweet aroma.


    At the end of the corridor is the side hall. The door is half closed, and the clear piano sound comes from the crack of the door.


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen looked at each other, reached out and pressed the cold door panel of the side hall, then slowly applied force, the carved door of the side hall was pushed inward carefully --


    the piano sound suddenly stopped.


    Mo Yi looked into the side hall along the crack of the open door. He saw that the room was dark. He could only see some vague outlines undulating in the dark. There was silence in his ears, and the piano sound could no longer be heard.


    He took out a flashlight from his knapsack, then pushed open the door of the side hall, and went inside with Wen Chen.


    The side hall is quiet and cold, and the temperature seems to be much higher than that on the floor of other rooms. The cold air slowly invades into the bone crevices, which makes people feel goose bumps all over.


    Mo Yi moves the flashlight in his hand slowly and frowns slowly.


    The scene in this room is quite different from that in the hall.


    All the furniture in the side hall was covered with a thick layer of white cloth, which seemed strange and solemn in the dark.


    Mo Yi walked slowly toward the room, Wen Chen was behind him half step closely following him, the thick carpet under his feet absorbed their walking sound completely, he used flashlight to illuminate the furniture covered with white cloth in the room, and could only see a vague and rigid outline under the light.


    He stopped at a corner of the side hall, slowly reached for a piece of white cloth over a half person high ridge and lifted it vigorously.


    A cloud of dust rose and fluttered under the light of the flashlight.


    A piano is exposed in front of Mo Yi. The cover of the piano is opened, and the black-and-white piano keys are exposed in the light. It is from here that the music sounds just now.


    Mo Yi stretched out his hand and wiped it gently. A thin layer of dust covered his finger abdomen.


    He bent down to pick up the white cloth on the ground and covered the piano again.


    Mo Yi''s eyes wander aimlessly in the side hall, as if searching for something.At this time, his eyes fell on the wall opposite the piano. There was a huge picture frame hanging on the wall, which almost occupied the whole wall. It was covered with white cloth like other things in the room.


    Mo Yi frowned suspiciously and looked around the whole room.


    In addition to the huge frame in front of me, which is covered with white cloth, the oil paintings on other walls, like other ordinary decorations, are quietly suspended on the wall and are not covered.


    Mo Yi quickly stepped forward, reached for a corner of the white cloth, and was about to lift it vigorously -


    before waiting for him to move, he only heard a familiar voice coming from behind him. It sounded cold and polite:


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 Chapter 147

    Mo Yi made a move and turned to look behind him.


    The housekeeper did not know when he appeared at the open door. In the dark, he could only see the vague outline of his pale face. His deep eyes were like two black holes, staring at him coldly.


    Mo Yi released a corner of the white cloth in his hand without a trace, turned around and said without changing his face:


    "I just turn around at will."


    The housekeeper''s bleak voice came from the darkness far away:


    "I''m very sorry, the servant in this room has not been cleaned up for the time being, so it''s not suitable for receiving guests. Please move to another room."


    Mo Yi looked around the whole room. The pale cloth covered the high or low furniture like a shroud, and stood silently in the thick darkness. It always made people wonder whether there was something peeping under it.


    He took back his eyes and walked to the door. As he walked, he asked:


    "but I seem to hear the piano coming from here just now? "


    The housekeeper leaned over to make way for him. His dark eyes were fixed on Mo Yi. There was no mood fluctuation on his pale face. He looked like he was wearing a cold mask:


    "I''m afraid you heard me wrong. The piano in this room has not been passive for a long time."


    Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes a little, and quietly replied, "is it That may be my auditory hallucination


    He and Wen Chen came out of the side hall one after another. The wide and warm corridor neutralized the cold temperature in the side hall. The cold smell of the stone tomb cellar was replaced by the sweet and greasy smell again.


    Mo Yi walked forward slowly for a few steps. Then he seemed to suddenly think of something. He asked casually:


    "by the way, do you know who can play the piano in this house?"


    "Sorry, I don''t know," the housekeeper replied in a polite tone that was no different from that just now


    Then, Mo Yi asked, "did you ever squint? Can''t the de Claus play the piano


    The housekeeper''s cold and pale face almost had no change. He replied in a respectful and distant tone: "I''m very sorry. As a servant, I shouldn''t talk about the employer. I hope the respected guests will understand."


    His answer is as impenetrable as a wall of iron, and it is almost impossible to find any mistakes and omissions.


    Mo Yi nodded gently and stopped asking questions:


    "OK, excuse me."


    After saying that, he then housekeeper brush body, and Wen Chen together one front after another along the long corridor always the direction walk.


    Before they return to the hall, Mo Yi subconsciously turns back to look behind him.


    I saw that thin and gloomy housekeeper was still standing in the same place, watching Mo Yi and Wen Chen''s back, and his rigid face blurred into the darkness of the side hall. He could only vaguely see the pale white cloth in the quiet and open door of the side hall.


    Seeing that he might not be able to return for a short time, Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath, and then stepped into the brightly lit hall. The exquisite marble statues and the arched porch showed the owner''s wealth.


    This Claus House is obviously very large. Even if there are more than 20 players in it, it is still quiet as if only two of them are in it. There is no other people''s movement. The silence is disturbing.


    Mo Yi lowered his head and rubbed his knuckles absently, as if thinking about something.


    Wen Chen stepped forward, stopped by Mo Yi''s side, and then asked softly:


    "what are you thinking?"


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at him thoughtfully and said, "just now when I asked the housekeeper if anyone could play the piano, he directly replied that he was not sure. However, when I asked him if his master could play the piano, he said that he couldn''t talk about the master..."


    Wen Chen picks eyebrow to see to him: "so?"


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and said word by word: "he can use the same answer to prevaricate me, but he didn''t."


    He gazed at Wen Chen and said slowly, "why?"


    Wen Chen looks at him quietly without answering. Mo Yi doesn''t care. He just moves his eyes and subconsciously falls on the corridor where they left just now. The mood in his dark eyes is not clear. He hooks his lips without trace:


    " It''s interesting. "


    Wen Chen''s eyes moved down slowly and fell on the arc of Mo Yi''s pale lips. The color of a pair of light colored eyes deepened slightly, and the protruding laryngeal knot moved slightly.


    Mo Yi noticed Wen Chen''s excessively hot sight and withdrew his sight. He asked, "what''s the matter?"


    Wen Chen turned his head in an instant, and looked away from him in a disguised way. He pretended to be calm and said: "I''m sorry It''s nothing, just the way you think... "


    Mo Yi raised his eyebrows: "eh?"Wen Chen''s face still did not have any redundant expression, but the tip of his ear was a little red. He clenched his fist and put it on his lips. He coughed twice and said in a voice so light that he could hardly hear it clearly It''s very nice. "


    Mo Yi didn''t expect that Wen Chen would be so straightforward in the copy. The sudden praise made him a little shy. His face was slightly hot, and he subconsciously replied: "I''m sorry Thank you


    It seems that he realized that his answer was a little strange, so Mo Yi stopped for a moment, and after thinking about it, he added with some uncertainty:


    " You too? "


    Smell speech, Wen Chen''s eyes slightly stare big, turn to look at Mo Yi, the heat on the ear has spread to his cheek, pale face and cold facial features seem to live up in an instant, he gently hooked his lips, a pair of light colored eyes tightly staring at Mo Yi: "say it again."


    Mo Yi, somewhat unnaturally, turned his head and said, "haven''t we been to that direction yet? Let''s go and have a look at it -- "


    before he finished his words, he strode towards the direction he had just pointed out, and his rapid pace was slightly disordered.


    The radian of Wen Chen''s lips still has no sign of disappearing. His eyes are bright and bright and stare at Mo Yi''s back, and then step forward to follow up.


    They spent the next half an hour searching the whole hall, but found nothing but a better understanding of how luxurious the house was.


    And the sound of the huge dome reverberated again.


    Before the meeting time with other players, Mo Yi and Wen Chen stopped looking for meaningless things. The other players also came back to the hall and met at the bottom of the stairs.


    The crowd gathered together for a simple self introduction, and then began to summarize the clues found in each player''s house. But because the time of this separation is not long, and the house is really out of the ordinary, so we basically have no particularly valuable harvest.


    **The veteran player who had proposed to move separately looked down at his wristwatch and said, "now it''s almost lunch time as the housekeeper said. We''d better try to abide by the timetable in the copy. Now we''d better go back to the room where we wake up and wait. If there''s no other arrangement, we''d better go back to the room where we wake up, We''ll still gather here on this staircase, don''t you think? "


    His proposal was reasonable, and everyone nodded and then dispersed.


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen also go up the stairs. Before turning the corner, Mo Yi''s eyes unconsciously cross the hall where there is no one in the sky, and then steps slightly.


    Walk beside him, the Wen Chen of the other side also immediately stops footstep, turn a head to look at him.


    Mo Yi frowned slowly and fixed his eyes on the two marble figures with different movements at the closed gate Seems to have changed direction?


    He finally took a deep look at the two lifeless stone carvings, then turned to Wen Chen and said in a low voice:


    "it''s OK, let''s go."


    They walk up the stairs, and then follow the path to the room where Mo Yi wakes up.


    Mo Yi opened the door, and the familiar scene in the room came into view. However, the wrinkles and traces that he once lay on the big soft and luxurious bed have disappeared. It is as smooth as the surface of a lake without wind. It seems that someone took the opportunity to make the bed when he left.


    He slightly narrowed his eyes, and then walked to the room, Wen Chen followed closely.


    The door closed slowly behind them, blocking out the dim yellow candle light in the corridor, and closing the silence inside.


    Mo Yi walks to the frame where he finds the note and stands still. Then he stares at the dead woman in the oil painting quietly.


    I don''t know if it''s his illusion He always felt that the thin blood on the woman''s pale neck seemed to become clear and distinct.


    Just then, there was a gentle knock at the door - three gentle and polite taps.


    Mo Yi went to the door and opened the door. There was no one at the door. There was only a silver tray standing upright at the door. The delicate dishes and bowls were covered with the same silver lid. Beside the utensils, there was a small note with something written on it.


    He looked around with his head. There was no moving figure in the long corridor.


    Mo Yi bent down to pick up the tray and then walked back into the room.


    He put the tray on the table, then reached out and picked up the small piece of paper on the tray -


    on the light goose yellow paper, there were beautiful flowered characters written in dark blue ink, and the words on it were:


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 Chapter 148

    At two forty in the afternoon, the door of the room was knocked.


    Mo Yi stepped forward to open the door. A pale and stiff faced maid was standing outside. She had the same empty black eyes and the same distant and polite tone as the housekeeper. She bowed deeply and said:


    "distinguished guest, afternoon tea is ready. Please come with me."


    After saying that, she then turns to go to the depth of the corridor, Mo Yi and Wen Chen quickly exchange a look, and then stride to follow up.


    The maid led the way in front of her, keeping a five step distance with them all the time.


    After walking through several deep and lengthy corridors, turning around numerous marble figures, and climbing several floors of stairs, which are narrow or wide, straight or curved, the maid finally stopped, opened the door of the hall in front of her, and then leaned over and bowed slightly:


    "please."


    The soft light in the room flows out from the open door. Mo Yi and Wen Chen step forward and step into it.


    This is a very delicate small hall. The warm green wallpaper makes the room bright and vigorous. The soft embroidered sofa chairs are scattered in the room. The rose fragrance in the room is mixed with the faint fragrance of tea and the rich sweet smell of tea. There are several players in the room, and they seem to have just arrived soon.


    Other doors in the small hall opened and the rest of the players filed in and sat down on the sofa.


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen go forward, pick a shadow close to the corner at random, and sit down in the room.


    The pale housekeeper came in through the side door and said with his dark shadow:


    "I hope you can enjoy the afternoon."


    After that, several maids with porcelain plates came forward and brought the hot black tea and sweet tea to them. Quietly, they set the delicate food on the small table in front of the people, and then retired to a corner of the room to wait in the same silence.


    Mo Yi, a senior woman sitting near the door, remembers her name as Wang Ya, stops the housekeeper and asks:


    "that When will the de Claus arrive? "


    The housekeeper turned his head and looked at her with the dark eyes on her pale face. The flat corners of his mouth slowly raised a ceremonial arc: "I''m very sorry, sir and madam have some chores to deal with and can''t be here for the time being. They want me to convey their apologies and hope to see you at dinner today."


    The housekeeper moved his eyes, turned to the other players in the room and continued:


    "if you are bored, ladies can find picture books and other gadgets in the room on the left, and men can find cigars and whiskey in the room on the right."


    After that, he bowed deeply again, and then stepped back to the middle of the room, leaving the players to look at each other in the room.


    One of the players suggested, "well In this case, why don''t you look for clues in these rooms first? "


    People nodded in agreement, and then they stood up. The low voice of talking and searching for things were absorbed by the overlapping curtains. Mo Yi could only hear some whispering words. He stood up and turned around in several rooms at random. The rooms were large, each of which was luxurious and exquisite, and filled with European nobles'' afternoon tea time Possible pastime.


    Mo Yi just glanced at it in a hurry, then went straight to the door of the room and reached for the door handle.


    A haunting voice sounded at his side. The voice was distant and polite: "Dear guest, what can I do for you?"


    Mo Yi made a move and turned his head to one side. He saw the pale and stiff face of the housekeeper staring at him not far away.


    He replied quietly, "it''s nothing. It''s just a little boring. I want to go out and have a look."


    The housekeeper stepped forward slowly, and his eyes moved slightly to Mo Yi''s back:


    "but you haven''t finished your tea yet."


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly, and his voice was calm and gentle: "I don''t have much interest in tea."


    The housekeeper''s expression on his face remained unchanged. He gazed at Mo Yi with his empty black eyes. His bloodless lips kept the standard curve of etiquette: "but my master told me to take good care of you..."


    Mo Yi, with an expression of listening attentively, pressed down the door handle under his palm with secret force --


    as if he had been welded to death by steel.


    Mo Yi knew clearly that he had no possibility to go out.


    The housekeeper''s voice came to his ears So, how about asking the maid to change a cup of tea for you? What can I do for you now


    Mo Yi took back his hand without trace and nodded gently: "it''s OK."After saying that, he turned to turn around and his eyes met Wen Chen behind him. Mo Yi slightly shook his head imperceptibly. Then he moved away from his eyes and walked to his seat.


    Mo Yi reached out and picked up the brand-new tea cup that had just been replaced. He dropped his eyes and took a sip. The warm and fragrant smell of black tea immediately permeated his mouth, but his heart became more and more heavy.


    Everything is too normal and harmless, but it makes Mo Yi feel uneasy.


    Moreover, from the beginning of this copy, they were forced to follow its rhythm and time, which made Mo Yi have been in the copy for a short time, and no useful clues have been found.


    In addition, from just now on There is a problem that puzzles Mo Yi all the time:


    since the wedding is held in three days, but the required survival time of the copy is nine days, then What about the remaining six days?


    Mo Yi put down his tea cup and sighed deeply. Anyway, he is trapped here.


    When the bell rang five times, the tea in the room had already been removed for a long time, and the tea had been changed several times. The housekeeper came forward and said to the players in the room:


    "dinner is ready, please move."


    After saying that, the housekeeper turned to open the door that Mo Yi could not open easily, and then walked out.


    They followed him and walked forward. The corridor was long and quiet. The carpet was soft and thick under his feet. The candle on the silver candlestick beside him made a slight explosion, and several bright lights flashed and jumped.


    Mo Yi originally tried to find an opportunity to slip away on the road, but several maids who had led the way followed the crowd, their pale faces and black and empty eyes were staring at the players. Before Mo Yi had figured out how to get rid of them, the team in front of him stopped.


    The restaurant is much closer than Mo Yi imagined.


    He saw that the housekeeper opened the door of the restaurant, and the brilliant lights and soft music came to his face. Mo Yi followed the crowd and was about to enter the hall.


    At this time, he heard Wen Chen ask in his ear in a low voice: "do you want to leave?"


    Mo Yi nodded subconsciously. Then, before he could react, he felt that his arm was pulled by a strong force, and then he suddenly fell to the wall. His back was tightly attached to the cold and hard wall of the corridor, and his protruding bone diaphragm was painful.


    Mo Yi looks at Wen Chen with a big stride forward. His tall figure hides the light behind him. His deep facial features are divided into clear areas by light and shadow, and his light colored eyes are sharp and bright under the backlight.


    Before he calmed down, he saw the other side''s face quickly enlarged in front of his eyes, and then something soft pressed on his lips.


    In the corridor, the sweet and fragrant incense was instantly replaced by the cold and cold smell of pine forest.


    Mo Yi is stunned. Subconsciously, he reaches out and presses Wen Chen''s arm. The skin under the palm is cold and soft, and the undulating texture is full of strength. At this time, he realizes what Wen Chen is doing.


    He turned his eyes slightly and smelled Chen''s back. Other players seemed to pass by them without seeing. The stiff and pale faces of the maids showed no sign of turning to this side.


    After all the people entered the hall, the housekeeper stood in his place and looked around the corridor slowly with his empty eyes like two stagnant black spots. The other party''s eyes moved to the two people''s bodies. Mo Yi''s heart could not help but lift slightly. The next second, the Butler stepped back a little, and then opened his arms to close the restaurant door.


    The bright lights and melodious music were shut in the door, and the corridor became quiet again.


    Mo Yi''s line of sight moves slightly, again and Wen Chen''s line of sight is opposite, he stares at each other''s dark gray like fog''s eyes, palm slightly exerts force.


    Wen Chen retreats a step, the space between two people is pulled apart.


    Mo Yi took a long breath and looked up at the closed door of the restaurant, then turned to Wen Chen:


    " Thank you very much


    Wen Chen looks at him, say: "you are not a person."


    Mo Yi was stunned What? "


    Wen Chen tightly gazed at Mo Yi''s dark eyes and said in a low voice, "you are not alone. You don''t need to carry all things by yourself. All puzzles are solved by yourself. I know that most of the time you don''t need my help, but Sometimes, you can rely on me a little bit. "


    Mo Yi pursed his lips.


    Wen Chen was stunned and his voice was low and heavy You still have me


    After that, he looked away and quickly changed the topic: "by the way, where do you want to leave for?"


    Mo Yi took a deep look at him and said, "it was the room covered with white cloth before. The housekeeper drove me out of it in such a hurry. There must be something fishy in it."


    After that, they turned and walked out, through the corridor and stairs, and went straight to the side hall connected by the hall on the first floor.Ten minutes later, they finally stepped into the dark corridor again and stood at the door of the side hall.


    A small, delicate lock had been hung on the side hall door, shimmering in the dim light.


    Mo Yi takes a step forward and subconsciously probes into his backpack, but his action stops in the middle. He droops his eyes and ponders for a second. Then he turns his head to Wen Chen:


    "can you open it?"


    Wen Chen''s lip corner slightly hook up a small arc, step forward, stretch out his hand on the lock gently a brush, only listen to "click" a metal crisp ring, that small lock fell into his palm.


    The door of the side hall opened slowly in front of Mo Yi, and the cold and cold breath of the stone coffin poured out in an instant. The vague outlines covered with white cloth like corpses were undulating in the cold and dark room, looking lifeless and frightening.


    There was silence in my ears.


    Mo Yi turned around to look around, and after confirming that there were no other people in the vicinity except them, he turned on his flashlight and walked into the room.


    This time, he went straight to the picture frame which was hung on the wall and was covered with white cloth.


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 Chapter 149

    Mo Yi tightened his fingers and pulled the white cloth down. The fine dust rose in a moment in the cold room like a cellar and was flying in disorder under the light of a flashlight.


    He stepped back half a step to avoid the dust, and then fixed his eyes on the back of the white cloth.


    A half man high oil painting was framed in a heavy black wooden frame and hung upright in the middle of the wall.


    There is a dignified noble woman in the painting. It seems that the painting has been for some years. Even if it is covered with white cloth, it can''t stop the invasion of dust. The paint on it dries up and cracks, making the whole painting dark and fuzzy. But even so, it can still vaguely distinguish the beauty of the people in the painting.


    But In any case, this is an ordinary painting.


    Mo Yi frowned slowly, and with the light of a flashlight, he observed the half man high oil painting carefully. His eyes wandered on the unclear outline of the man in the painting. Then he stepped forward, reached out and groped behind the frame for a while -


    except for the dust on his hands, no clue was found.


    Mo Yi''s face is heavy ground ground to retreat a step, standing on one side Wen Chen opens a way to ask a way:


    "how?"


    His voice echoed in the empty and cold room, which startled Mo Yi, who was deeply in meditation. He was a little too slow to recover. He whispered to himself:


    "this is the most strange..."


    He turned his head and looked at Wen Chen standing beside him. He frowned tightly and said hesitantly, "I didn''t find anything."


    After that, Mo Yi backed back a few steps thoughtfully, then turned around and walked to the piano covered by white cloth.


    He reached out and lifted the white cloth, then tentatively pressed a note on it - a low and beautiful piano played briefly in the room, then fell silent again.


    Moy paused, then put his hands on the black and white keys of the piano, and slowly tried to press the other notes, not very skillfully played - the melody he had heard in this room stuttered, which sounded low and melancholy, and made people feel heavy from the bottom of his heart.


    He frowned tightly and whispered:


    " I''m sure I''ve heard it somewhere. "


    Mo Yi''s fingers fell with inertia and knocked on one of the piano keys. A sudden and discordant note sounded in the room. He stopped and gazed at the piano, as if thinking about something.


    After a few seconds, he seemed to think of something. He looked up at Wen Chen and asked with hesitation:


    "do you think that the sound of this piano is particularly accurate?"


    Mo Yi stepped back and looked at the piano. Then he said slowly, "if the piano in this room has not been moved for a long time, as the housekeeper said, the sound of this piano will not be so accurate."


    He frowned and stopped talking.


    After a few minutes, Mo Yi took a deep breath, then quickly moved forward a few steps, picked up the white cloth on the ground, covered the piano and oil painting again, restored the room to its original appearance, and then turned to Wen Chen and said:


    "let''s go."


    Wen Chen turns a head to see to him, query ground picks eyebrow.


    Mo Yi shrugged and replied, "now all the" clues "I get in this room are scattered and unknown, but we have no conditions to connect them


    He turned his head around the dark and silent room and narrowed his eyes slowly:


    "it''s so normal It makes me feel wrong.


    After saying that, Mo Yi turns to walk to the door, Wen Chen follows closely, two people in the face walk before the side hall outside lock restored original.


    When he got to the hall, Mo Yi focused on observing the marble statue standing at the gate of the house for a few seconds. Just like Mo Yi saw it last time, there was no sign of moving. It looked like a simple dead thing. It stood there cold and lifeless, staring at everyone passing by with pale eyes.


    Mo Yi moved his eyes and adjusted his restless mood.


    After all, this is a copy of nine days. The clues must not be as dense as those copies that only have a few hours. We can''t rush for a moment now.


    He took a slow breath, then whispered, "let''s go. Maybe we can catch up with their last dish."


    After that, they walked along the original road towards the restaurant. They bypassed the corridor and walked up stairs of different shapes. The house was so big that Mo Yi even suspected that he was lost from time to time.


    Finally, they vaguely heard the sound of chatting and melodious music.


    Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to turn the corner of the corridor in front of him. However, Yu Guang saw that there was a blurred figure on the carpet slowly magnifying, which was coming from the direction of the restaurant.


    His heart is tensed instantly, the way that Wen Chen lets them two people invisible just now flashed in the head.Mo Yi did not have time to think about it, subconsciously pulled Wen Chen from the side, pushed it to the wall, and then quickly stepped forward and pressed his lips up.


    The distance between the two people was shortened in an instant. The shadow of the corridor wall instantly surrounded their close bodies. Their noses were intertwined, and they could almost see the slight radian of each other''s eyelashes shaking.


    The sound of footsteps behind him approached, and he turned directly into the corridor within milliseconds. Then, Mo Yi heard the footsteps and suddenly stopped, and then a slight air pumping sound sounded, which sounded sharp and abrupt in the silent corridor.


    Mo Yi breathed a little, as if aware of something.


    He stepped back a step, the distance between the two people opened, let go of the hand on Wen Chen''s shoulder, and then slowly, one by one, turned his head to look at the side.


    See a new player is standing at the entrance of the corridor, covering his mouth with his palm, staring at the two people, as if by no small shock.


    Realizing that both Mo Yi and Wen Chen''s eyes fell on themselves, the girl''s face turned red, as if to bury her head under the carpet. She explained in a hurry: "I, I, I, I just came out to go to the toilet. I''m sorry to disturb you, I''m sorry, I''m sorry, I''m sorry --"


    she turned her head at a loss and turned to the opposite direction The direction ran away.


    Mo Yi:


    All right.


    Mo Yi takes a deep breath and turns to look at Wen Chen.


    I only heard that Chen was standing against the wall, and his collar was scattered in disorder, revealing a small piece of pale skin. The deep facial features were divided into clear light and dark boundaries by the dim light, and the corners of his lips had an obvious radian.


    He looked at Mo Yi with a look of innocence It doesn''t work that way. "


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, bit his back teeth with force, and said slowly:


    "well Why did you do that before? "


    Wen Chen straightened up and licked his wet lips. His simple action was particularly sensational when he looked at the mountain in the gloomy corridor. He replied solemnly:


    "Yingjing."


    Mo Yi slowly and deeply breathed, recited countless sentences without getting angry, and finally suppressed the emotion from the bottom of his heart.


    Then, a sense of powerlessness rose from the embers. Mo Yi could not help but lift his hand and pinch the bridge of his nose. I don''t know why. Ever since Wen Chen began to be inseparable from him, his mood swings have been much richer than before.


    At this time, there was a small sound of running in the corridor.


    The red faced newcomer ran back from the direction he had left with his head buried, and whispered as he passed by Mo Yi Sorry, the toilet is not in that direction. "


    Mo Yi:


    He took a deep breath and whispered to Wen Chen Come on, go in. "


    Unexpectedly, after entering the room, the housekeeper was not in the dining room, while those pale and stiff faced maids were still dutifully sticking to their posts, delivering exquisite dishes to the table, and serving the players like puppets. The lights were bright in the room, and musicians in Tuxedo were playing melodious music in the whole restaurant The atmosphere seems to be so relaxed that it almost doesn''t look like a replica.


    Mo Yi ate some food in a hurry. While listening to the players'' talk on the dining table, he observed the audience. He noticed that in such a long period of time, the gloomy housekeeper did not appear once.


    At the end of dinner time, the crowd dispersed and the former maid led them to their rooms.


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen also returned to their room. After simply washing, Mo Yi sat cross legged on the soft bed, frowned and pondered over the discovery tonight, and tried to piece together the scattered clues in his mind.


    Just then, he seemed to hear something.


    Mo Yi was stunned. He raised his head and listened to him carefully -


    his low sob came through the thick wall, which made him wonder if he was listening to his own illusion.


    Mo Yi looks to Wen Chen: "did you hear?"


    Wen Chen nods.


    Mo Yi stood up from the bed, picked up his backpack from the corner of the room, opened the door and ran outside. He said decisively, "go and have a look."


    In the dimly lit corridor, the low cry seems to be more obvious. This time, Mo Yi is definitely not his own auditory hallucination.


    He walked quickly along the direction of the voice. The cry in his ear sounded gloomy and penetrating in the dark and cold corridor. As he approached, he became clear and became like It rings in my ears.


    Mo Yi couldn''t help feeling a little chilly behind him. He took a deep breath and quickened his pace.


    The next second, the cry stopped.


    Mo Yi slowly stopped his pace. He saw a door in front of him sliding open a small crack. The bright light came out from the crack, leaving a bright light mark on the carpet in the corridor.Mo Yi''s eyes are still.


    He smelled the familiar smell of the air - the cold, sweet and greasy smell mixed with a fishy smell of rust.


    The smell of blood.


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 Chapter 150

    The air in the corridor condensed into a nearly static solid, and sank down cold and dark, as if only a narrow light mark on the carpet was left in the whole space.


    The light bloody smell spreads in the nose, and the sweet and greasy rust smell overflows in the narrow space.


    Mo Yi stepped forward a few steps, went to the door, then slowly raised his hand and pressed it on the door panel. Before exerting any force, the door slid inward, and the light mark on the ground widened, and he was surrounded by the bright light in the room.


    The smell of blood in the air was more intense.


    He looked into the room -


    the delicate marble statue in the room was plated with light gold by the yellowish light. In addition to the same luxury and luxury, the layout and decoration of the room were not similar to that of Moyi''s room.


    Mo Yi''s vision falls on the goose down bed in the middle of the room. The outline of the bed is slightly raised. He slowly steps forward, and his vision gradually becomes clear.


    A woman in a silk nightdress was lying in bed, stretching her slender arms like a martyr.


    Her skin all over her body seemed to have been roasted by the fire. It turned brown and dry, and wrinkled like a piece of dehydrated parchment, which was in sharp contrast with the light colored nightdress on her body. It looked shocking and miserable.


    Mo Yi went to the bedside and carefully identified it. Fortunately, her facial features were still intact.


    And this dead body, this is exactly tonight he and Wen Chen meet in the corridor that new player.


    Mo Yi frowns, pale lips tightly pursed into a straight line, dark eyes seem particularly cold.


    At this time, a shrill scream came from behind: "ah


    Mo Yi was startled and turned to look behind him. He saw another player standing in the open door, covering his mouth and staring at him blankly. He said incoherently, "you You This... "


    Her screams pierced and disturbed the long silent air in the old house. In the corridor, there was the sound of door spindle opening and closing and the sound of busy feet. Other players followed the sound and gathered in the corridor and the door of the room within a few minutes.


    That player just recovered from the panic just now, big tears sliding down his cheek and sobbing helplessly.


    **Separated from the crowd, he walked quickly to the bed, looked down at the pale corpse on the bed for a few seconds, then turned to look at the still crying player and asked, "did you find it?"


    The new player sobbed and shook his head and said:


    "no No, my room is just Next door, I heard There is a sound outside. Then I come out and see that Xiaoyun''s door is open. "


    She looked at Mo Yi with vague tears, then pointed to him with trembling hands, and continued, "then, I saw him standing by the bed And then I saw In bed... "


    She sobbed and couldn''t go on, but the people in the room looked along the direction of her finger, and the air was suddenly silent, and only the new player''s sobbing could be heard in the whole room.


    Seeing that everyone''s eyes were focused on his own body, Mo Yi''s face remained unchanged. He stepped forward and said:


    "I heard someone crying in the room, so I ran out to have a look. I followed the voice to the door, pushed aside and found the body on the bed."


    A discordant voice broke out in the crowd: "what you said is light Did anyone else hear the cry except you? Who can prove it to you? "


    The players'' eyes focused on the same point along the sound. Mo Yi recognized that the man who made the sound was the man who extinguished his cigarette end on the stair handrail at the beginning of the copy. Mo Yi remembered his name as Li Wang. He gave a frivolous and malicious smile and continued to say:


    "besides, I remember you didn''t appear at dinner tonight? Do you mind telling us where to go


    The eyes of the crowd suddenly became alienated and suspicious, and a voice echoed in the crowd:


    "yes, I remember you came in halfway through dinner."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Yes, yes, I also have an impression... "


    The player who had been sobbing stopped crying at the moment. He slowly stepped forward to the bedside, covered his mouth to stop himself from crying out, and then said intermittently:


    "I, Xiaoyun and I are both new people and live next to each other, so they all act together. I remember that when Xiao Yun went out to the toilet for dinner today, they were both People came in, and then Xiao Yun came back I always look in his direction. When I ask her what happened, she doesn''t say... "


    She couldn''t go on and began to sob in a low voice.


    People are more and more alert when they look at Mo Yi''s eyes. The sight is full of fear and doubt. In the copy with great mental pressure, especially when one person has died, everyone''s spirit is tense, and they begin to subconsciously seize every opportunity to release the pressure.Li Wangmu Lu said maliciously, "what? Explain it? "


    From the beginning of this accusation, Mo Yi has been watching coldly, with a calm face and no mood fluctuation.


    After hearing Li Wang''s words, Mo Yi just glanced at him lightly, just like looking at a clown with a slight hook on his lips and asked, "so What do you suspect of me


    The dark waves were hidden in his gently swept eyes, like a deep lake and abyss. The invisible pressure and deterrence made Li Wang step back involuntarily.


    He was stunned for a long time, and then realized that he was frightened by the other party. He stepped forward in anger and raised his voice and said, "of course it is!"


    As soon as his voice was out of the mouth, Mo Yi''s next understatement blocked him back: "do you have another look at the death of the corpse on the bed, do you really think I can do it?"


    Li Wang choked for a moment. He just stood behind the crowd. He didn''t really see the dark and strange appearance of the corpse on the bed. But now that the matter has come to an end, he doesn''t want to show any timidity and cowardice. So he raised his voice and bluntly called out: "who knows if you are a real player? Maybe it''s the ghosts that mix with us? "


    Mo Yi felt a little funny:


    "if I was a ghost, would I wait until I was found out after killing, and then let myself bear all the doubts?"


    His eyes narrowed slightly, raised his slender fingers and pressed them on his lips. His eyes were staring at Li Wang with a smile on his lips. His voice said softly:


    " If I''m really a ghost, I''ll hide in the crowd when all the people are together, and then guide the public opinion among the people, and take the opportunity to push all the suspects to the first person who found the body, and then let the players suspect each other and mess around... "


    Mo Yi''s voice was soft and deep, and his words were clear and piercing. Li Wang looked around at other people''s gradually alienated and frightened eyes. Finally, he couldn''t help but get flustered. He jumped and yelled:


    "you, you shut up! You are just framing me


    Mo Yi raised his eyebrows and was surprised: "do you think I''m talking about you? How could it be? "


    His face looked calm and gentle, and said faintly, "people who can think of such a plan will not be too stupid."


    Li Wang''s face gradually turned red. He gasped and looked at Mo Yi. The red blood in his eyes gradually spread. He was a little shivered: "you You call me stupid? "


    He clenched his fist and hit Mo Yi: "do you think I''m stupid?"


    his fist was easily intercepted by a hand in mid air. His long, pale and bony fingers quietly grasped the fist with blue veins. However, the muscles on that arm were tense and shaking, they could not move forward.


    Wen Chen looked at Li Wang coldly, and his fingers tightened slowly --


    only the harsh friction sound of bones and bones sounded in the silent room, which made the teeth sour.


    "I apologize," he said coldly


    Li Wang''s face turned pale from red with excitement just now. The sweat of big and big grains slid down his twisted facial features, and his clenched teeth overflowed with painful groans and groans. He trembled, and finally he couldn''t help shouting:


    "ah, ah, ah, let go! I, I''m wrong!! Please let go


    Wen Chen is not moved to gaze at him, the eyes of the light colored beast are slightly narrowed, which contains the danger and edge that is hard to be forced to look at.


    His fingers continued to tighten, and the room was filled with Li Wang''s painful howls.


    Until Mo Yi Tong couldn''t listen to it any more, he stretched out his hand and held down the cold palm of Wen Chen''s hanging on the side of his body.


    At the moment when Wen Chen released his fingers, Li Wang''s body seemed to have lost its only support. He fell on the ground in a moment. His whole body was soaked in sweat. He held his arm tremblingly. His fingers were red and swollen and twisted in a strange direction.


    There was a dead silence in the room.


    At this time, * * broke the deadlock, came forward and said, "Oh, in fact, we don''t have to be so rigid."


    He turned his head and looked at Mo Yi. He said in a good voice, "we all don''t really mean to doubt you. We just want to know where you went during the dinner time before. Since you are not suspicious, we might as well tell us that it is not a win-win situation to just dispel everyone''s doubts."


    **The words are soft with hard, other players also look at Mo Yi, waiting for his explanation.


    Mo Yi stares at them, his eyes are dark and obscure.


    In fact, he didn''t mind sharing the clues he found, just Whether it was the watching and indulgence of the attack on him just now, or the pressing questions under secret pressure, he was really very unhappy.


    Mo Yi picks up the corner of his lips, and a flash in the pan smile appears on his cold face. Then he reaches out and pulls Wen Chen standing on the side and burns a kiss on his lips.


    He let go of Wen Chen, turned his head and looked at the player in the room who was startled by his action, and said coldly, "of course, it''s going to be intimate with my boyfriend."**His face was blue and red, and he looked away awkwardly and said, "ah, so Ha ha Ha... "


    In the end, the party broke up.


    Back in his room, after closing the door, Mo Yi reached out of his pocket and took out a small folded note -


    just now when the players were around the crying newcomer, he took the opportunity to retreat to a corner of the room, and then touched the note behind the oil painting frame near the door.


    The same yellowing texture and the same handwriting.


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 Chapter 151

    Mo Yi spread out the crumpled paper in his hand, and the dust fell down. On the paper, it was written in scribbled handwriting:


    "your kiss is spring. Your mouth is a medicine bottle. You come from the black abyss, or come from the stars?"


    There are two lines of poetry with unknown meaning.


    He frowned slowly, carefully examining the fuzzy handwriting on the note, while searching for the relevant traces in his memory.


    But what remained in his mind was only some vague impression, so Mo Yi basically got nothing.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, folded the note again and put it into the pocket inside his backpack. He put it together with the note found behind the oil painting frame in his room.


    When he finished all this, he raised his head and found that Wen Chen was standing beside him, staring at himself tightly.


    Mo Yi was startled.


    His sight moved slowly from Wen Chen''s bright, starry eyes to his red ear tips hidden in his black hair. Only then did he think of his action under impulse when he was in front of the public.


    Mo Yi has always been calm and self-sustaining, but he is also a little embarrassed for a moment. He opens his mouth and seems to want to explain something.


    But the first fuzzy syllable has not yet been exported. Wen Chen takes a big step forward, shortens the distance between them. Then he reaches for Mo Yi''s jaw and kisses him fiercely.


    Mo Yi only felt a pain in his lips. His cold and soft kiss and his hot and short breath suddenly bumped up. The faint rust smell that belonged to someone was diffused between his lips and teeth.


    Different from the fierce and ferocious action just now, Wen Chen''s action became gentle, licking and rubbing her lips like a small animal, as if she was afraid to refuse.


    Mo Yi sighed in his heart, then slowly opened his teeth and gently sucked Wen Chen''s lower lip in response.


    Wen Chen''s breath is suffocating, and then more excited to kiss back.


    With the rapid and disordered breathing, the slight water stains of lips and tongue are clear and sensational in the silent room.


    After a long kiss, Mo Yi presses Wen Chen''s back neck and opens the distance between them a little. Then he stares at Wen Chen''s face.


    His pale face was covered with deep and shallow blush, and even the corners of his eyes were dyed red. His light eyes narrowed slightly. The fierce eyes like predators tightly grasped Mo Yi, and his breath was short and disordered.


    Wen Chen''s fingers pressed on Mo Yi''s shoulder tightened slightly, and his body slowly leaned forward. He gently put his cold forehead against Mo Yi''s warm forehead, and then asked in a very low voice:


    " You don''t have no feelings for me, do you? "


    Mo Yi sighs slowly - since he met Wen Chen, the number of sighs has increased several times more than before - and then he replies with compromise:


    "of course."


    He pressed his fingers on the cold and soft skin behind Wen Chen''s neck, stroked it gently with his thumb along the sharp curve of his jaw, and then replied in a low and light voice:


    " Or do you think anyone can sleep in my room? "


    The breath of Wen Chen becomes abrupt rise, light gray Mou son is bright like star moon, almost make Mo Yi can''t bear to say go on.


    But he has to say -


    "however, I have feelings for you, which does not mean that there is no estrangement between us - so, I will say it directly..."


    He sighed and said in a steady and cold voice:


    "if you know me as you say, you will find what I am doing."


    Wen Chen gazed at him and nodded slowly. Although they could not express their words clearly, they both understood Mo Yi''s voice beyond the picture - he was dealing with the game.


    And Wen Chen, good coincidence - is a part of the game.


    Chen asked in a low voice:


    "are you willing to make this matter clear, does it mean that You trust me a little more? "


    Mo Yi takes a deep breath, nods slowly, and looks at Wen Chen in an impartial way:


    "yes."


    Not a little, but a lot.


    It''s more likely that he''ll be able to give his own hand and control to the other side even before he gives up his plan.


    Wen Chen gazed at him with a smile on his face:


    "your wish is the meaning of my existence."


    Mo Yi''s breath was slightly stagnant. He only heard that Chen came up to him and gently imprinted a cold kiss on his lips, but it was as hot as a brand. He murmured as if in a whisper:


    "I will help you."


    Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes, covered up the expression in his eyes, and pressed his fingers on the back neck of Wen Chen more forcefully, almost white. His face was still, his voice was slightly astringent, and he could hardly hear the original tone"Even if Which means, you''re going to disappear? "


    Wen Chen stretched out his hand and slowly encircled Mo Yi. His cold and loose breath surrounded him as if after a rainstorm. His voice was low and gentle, and he said as if under oath:


    "-- even if it means I will disappear."


    Mo Yi stuck his jaw in the sunken shoulder socket of Wen Chen, his hands around his broad back, and his arms tightened slightly.


    He lowered his eyes. Gently asked, "do you believe me?"


    Wen Chen nods, his line slants hard jaw to direct Mo Yi''s back, without hesitation ground "um" one.


    Mo Yi pushed Wen Chen aside, gently lifted the corner of his lips, and drew a sharp and arrogant arc:


    "that''s good."


    He raised his hand to pinch the thin ear tip of Wen Chen, looked at the small piece of cold and clean skin turning red and hot at his fingertips, and then slowly said, "you will not disappear."


    Wen Chen''s eyes did not avoid staring at him, gently asked: "so, do you promise me to be your boyfriend?"


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and laughed: "No


    He pinched Wen Chen''s chin, and then gathered together to kiss gently on his pale lips: "however, when the game is over, maybe it."


    The radian of Wen Chen''s lip angle could hardly be suppressed. His eyes focused on Mo Yi, as if he were looking at the whole world.


    Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head to stagger Wen Chen''s line of sight, but his eyes inadvertently fell on the oil painting hanging at the door of the room.


    He was stunned for a moment, then frowned thoughtfully.


    Wen Chen followed Mo Yi''s line of sight and saw that the woman on the oil painting looked like a swan on her neck, and the bloodstain became wider. Now it looks like a blood red ribbon wrapped around the snow-white and slender limbs, as if you could see the gurgling blood overflowing from the smooth wound.


    Mo Yi squints his eyes, and then slowly reaches out to wipe it on the canvas. His finger pulp is instantly stained with a touch of wet touch. He looks at his finger and sees that his fingertip has been dyed red.


    I don''t know whether it was painted or blood.


    Mo Yi was stunned. He seemed to think of something. Then he took out the note he found after the painting from his backpack and said silently: "a headless corpse on the thirsty pillow is like a river, flowing out red and active blood..."


    He looked at another note and turned his eyes around the scrawled handwriting:


    "are you from the black abyss, or from the stars?"


    Mo Yi''s eyes sank. He looked up at Wen Chen and said:


    "I need to see the oil painting in the new man''s room."


    After that, he turned his head and opened the door. He walked along the long and dark corridor in a hurry. Wen Chen followed him.


    They quickly arrived at the door of the room.


    The light in the room was still on, the door was wide open, and the cold, sweet and greasy smell and bloody smell filled the corridor.


    Mo Yi slowed down his pace and walked into the room slowly. His eyes flitted over the bed. The dark corpse was as dazzling as coke in the light.


    He withdrew his sight, then turned to look at the oil painting near the door of the room. When he was in this room before, due to the chaos and complexity of the situation, coupled with the role of light and shadow, Mo Yi did not actually see what was being painted in the picture. This was the first time he carefully looked at the painting.


    The dark and thick frame was wrapped with golden silk thread, and several simple still life were painted on the canvas. The silk tablecloth was laid behind the screen and below the still life. The soft shadows and light and dark changes fluctuated under the light.


    In the middle of the picture are a few scattered bottles and plates, with an apple half eaten.


    The most eye-catching is the glass bottle in the corner of the canvas. The delicate and thick bottle reflects colorful light under the light. The rich, deep and almost black liquid flows along the bottle mouth, and the texture of asphalt flows on the table top.


    Mo Yi stretched out his hand and gently wiped it on it. The thick canvas made a slight noise with his movements.


    he looked at his finger belly and saw that there was a light layer of black paint on it.


    It looks as if it has been directly contaminated from the potion poured from the picture.


    Mo Yi seemed to have finally confirmed his guess in his heart. He slowly let out a breath, then turned his head to Wen Chen and asked, "do you still remember the hint of the beginning of the game?"


    Wen Chen nods.


    Mo Yi looked at the black paint on his finger, gently twiddled his fingertips, and whispered:


    "only the faded sketch drawn by the tricolor pencil, like me, gradually disappears in loneliness."


    He took a deep breath and said, "in Baudelaire''s time, tricolor sketching was a very popular type of drawing at that time. It used three colors: black, red and white."Mo Yi raised his eyes and said, "it''s black now."


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 Chapter 152

    Today, I went to see sea king with Jiyou, so I didn''t have time to finish the update, fruit baa!!!! (tiger landing apology


    is in the crazy code word, about the morning replacement, everyone do not wait!


    PS: the number of words can only be more or less!


    PSS: it will be updated tomorrow!!


    The bright blue light illuminates Mo Yi''s expressionless face. The high brow bone casts a deep shadow on his face, covering the sunken eye socket and staring at the small space in front of him.


    It has to be said that Jiang Yuanbai''s information provided him with a new idea.


    He''s now using these ideas to modify his previous algorithm.


    Mo Yi stops tapping the keyboard, calmly and peacefully looks at the screen in front of him, and slowly exhales a breath.


    I have to say, this time was very smooth.


    He lowered his eyelashes and took a look at the dial on his wrist - less than twenty hours before he next entered the copy.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes, moved his fingertips and pressed the Enter key on the keyboard.


    With a clear sound from the pressing of the key cap, the number on the screen on the right which has been stagnant for a long time starts to change again, and the number above is growing rapidly with the change of time.


    Mo Yi stood up from the desk, opened the door of the study and went out.


    Wen Chen raised his head from the sofa and asked, "how?"


    Mo Yi stretched a little stiff back for a while, nodded his head and replied, "it''s OK, it''s making progress."


    As he spoke, he walked into the kitchen and saw several simple dishes warming up on the stove.


    Mo Yi ate some absentmindedly. After putting the empty bowl in the dishwasher, he simply washed it as fast as he could, and then turned and walked to his room.


    He set an alarm clock on his mobile phone to make sure he woke up within 10 hours of entering the game.


    "Mr. Mo sat on the sofa and looked down on the sofa


    After that, he closed the door behind him.


    Wen Chen is looking at the door that closes tightly, drooped a little eyes slightly, long eyelash leaves thin shadow in deep eye socket, face still does not have what expression.


    He stood up in silence and walked slowly to the door, his pace as silent as a cat.


    Wen Chen hesitantly pursed her lips.


    He raised his hand, and his bony palms were placed parallel not far from the door panel. It seemed that the distance between the palm and the door panel could not be crossed by any means, so he hung steadily in the air.


    He knew that Mo Yi could detect his sense of existence in the fog.


    But he didn''t want to give up an opportunity to be so close to Mo Yi.


    This makes Wen Chen a little confused for a moment.


    At this time, he heard Mo Yi''s voice coming from inside, which seemed to be distorted through the door:


    " I hear you at the door


    Wen Chen''s whole body was stiff Seriously, how did he do it?


    His muscles were tense, and he couldn''t find a word to answer, so he kept silent in embarrassment and pondered over what to say.


    Just then, a light, almost inaudible sigh came from the door.


    Mo Yi''s voice seems to be frustrated and helpless Come on in


    Wen Chen''s eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was afraid of Mo Yi''s regret. He opened the door and quickly walked in. Then he quickly closed the door behind him.


    The ceiling light in the room has been turned off, only the table lamp on the bedside table is still on. Mo Yi is sitting on the head of the bed with his back. The dim light of the small desk lamp prints soft lines on his side face.


    The light is like water in his deeply sunk clavicle, and a small piece of skin at the intersection of shoulder and neck is illuminated with warm texture, as if it will shine and attract people''s eyes.


    The vision of Wen Chen cannot help but fall on that piece of skin.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose a little tired. Then he accentuated his voice and stressed:


    " This is really the last time! "


    Smell Chen absentmindedly ground nods a head, seem to have not listened to Mo Yi''s words.


    Mo Yi restrained his impulse to raise his hand again. He took a deep breath of the faint regret in his chest. He could not help feeling that he had made a wrong decision.


    Wen Chen has already come over. Mo Yi yawns and is tired again. He raises his eyelids and looks at Wen Chen. Then he moves to the bed and says in a low voice:


    "turn off the light."


    Wen Chen obediently reaches out to turn off the desk lamp, and the room instantly returns to darkness.


    Mo Yi felt that the bed on his side was sunk by gravity, and the mattress below made a slight squeak in the dark.The slight cold breath spreads out, just like the moist and cool taste of pine forest after rain, which makes people feel calm.


    Mo Yi closed his eyes and felt his senses slowly sink into the darkness. It seemed that he finally broke a small gap in the shackles of his heart, so that he could finally catch his breath.


    Although he didn''t show it all the time, Mo Yi was very clear in his heart about the impact of being wrapped up in the black material in Jiang yuanrou''s villa It''s not as small as he looks.


    He clearly remembered the feeling of sinking into the deep darkness.


    Cold, desperate, dirty, unable to break free, unable to escape.


    The invisible, silent and colorless darkness, like muddy tentacles, dragged him down to the bottom of the sea in the dark. The suffocating pressure pressed heavily on his body every time, and the cold sea water poured into the eardrum.


    Even after breaking away from the black mucus, the weight-loss feeling brought by the fall is still haunting around his body like gangrene, and then covered up by Mo Yi.


    Although for such a long time, Mo Yi is used to having the same dream after dream.


    But this time it''s not the same.


    It''s like the nightmare that haunts him for many years suddenly comes true, breaks through the boundary between reality and illusion and invades into reality. It''s as if he has lost control of everything.


    This feeling was terrible -


    Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath and pressed back some of his ups and downs again.


    At this time, he heard the voice of Wen Chen coming from the side of his pillow:


    "today..."


    Mo Yi opens his eyes and stares at the shadow that seems to be changing in the darkness before his eyes, and quietly waits for what Wen Chen says next.


    Only heard Chen continue to say, the voice seems to have no fluctuation: "Jiang Yuanbai You hugged him


    Mo Yi one Leng, did not keep up with Wen Chen''s train of thought, subconsciously ground makes a voice: "hmm?"


    His voice is still low and gentle, but Mo Yi seems to hear a strange grievance: "today in the villa, I see you holding Jiang Yuanbai."


    Mo Yi is now finally following Wen Chen''s train of thought, and her expression on her face can''t help but be a little subtle:


    " That''s because he fainted


    The darkness became silent. Mo Yi could only hear his breathing sound in the quiet night, as if all the voices were silent.


    Wen Chen has no premonitory ground to open a mouth to say: "Oh."


    His voice was smooth, with no fluctuations: "I''m a little dizzy."


    Mo Yi:


    He turned around on the bed, looking at Wen Chen lying on the other side of the bed in the dark.


    Wen Chen also turned his head to look at Mo Yi. His face was blurred in the dark. Mo Yi could only see half of the dim lines illuminated by the light outside the window on Wen Chen''s side face, smoothly sliding into the dark.


    Mo Yi said helplessly:


    " All right


    After that, Mo Yi leaned forward, stretched out his arms, and gently hugged Wen Chen. The body in his arms felt cold and flexible, almost not like a living person. However, at the moment of being embraced, his muscles suddenly tightened and trembled under his arm.


    Mo Yi returned to his pillow and asked, "are you satisfied now?"


    In the dark, Wen Chen did not answer for a long time.


    Once again, his sleepiness hit like the tide, and Mo Yi''s eyelids began to fight.


    Just when he was about to fall into a deep sleep, Mo Yi vaguely heard Wen Chen send out a vague syllable in a low voice:


    " Well. "


    Then, as if all the sounds were moving away, the fresh and humid breeze after the rain with the cold breath of pine trees sped silently.


    It seems that the stars are inverted, and the light and shadow are colorful.


    The buzzing sound of the alarm clock wakes Mo Yi from his sleep.


    He frowned a little, then groped with his eyes closed and rang the alarm at the head of the bed.


    Mo Yi opened his eyes slowly, but was startled by the scene in front of him -


    Wen Chen''s face was close at hand, the bright light outside the window showed his facial features, and his light eyes showed a light brown color in the sun.


    He laughed, touched Mo Yi''s lips, and then quickly backed back. His low voice made a slight vibration in the air:


    "good morning."


    Mo Yi felt relieved for a while. He pushed aside Wen Chen and sat up straight:


    " Good morning


    As he got out of bed, he asked, "you look awake. Didn''t you fall asleep this time?"


    Mo Yi had a good sleep this time. As expected, he did not have that nightmare again. The startling moment he experienced in Jiang yuanrou''s villa yesterday became like a nihilistic dream, and the impact seemed to be slowly disappearing.Wen Chen looks at him, answer way: "I fell asleep, just wake up very early just."


    Mo Yi nodded, indicating that he knew.


    He got up and went to wash himself. He picked up the mobile phone he had left aside. He walked to the bathroom and loosened Jiang yuanrou''s hair:


    [I''m in the copy today. Can you do me a favor? ¡¿


    Jiang yuanrou replied quickly. ¡¿


    Mo Yi thought for a moment, and his fingers were typing on the screen of his mobile phone: "do you have any other accommodation? ¡¿


    two minutes later, Mo Yi''s mobile phone vibrated twice, with a list of addresses sent by Jiang yuanrou.


    Mo Yi glanced at random, then put his mobile phone outside the bathroom and took a shower in the bathroom. After coming out, he found that there was a message on his mobile phone.


    From Jiang yuanrou:


    [what do you need to prepare there? ¡¿


    Mo Yi wiped his hair with a towel and replied with one hand:


    [no need. ¡¿


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 Chapter 153

    Mo Yi and Wen Chen step out and just walk into the corridor, they just listen to the heavy bell ringing in their ears. The metallic hum reverberated through the air, one sound after another, and it stopped after eleven full taps.


    At this time, the figures of the people in front of them suddenly no longer move forward, as if the road ahead was suddenly blocked.


    Mo Yi looks up and looks at Wen Chen. They quickly exchange a look, and then quickly walk to the front of the team.


    Through the crowd, I saw a thin black shadow standing in the middle of the winding stairs downstairs, as if tearing a gap out of the overhead light, standing straight in front of the crowd who rushed downstairs. The aura around the body was like an invisible wall blocking the players'' March.


    A straight black uniform, a snow-white shirt protruding from the cuffs and necklines, and a cadaveric face.


    The haunted housekeeper stood in front of the stairs, staring at the crowd with his black eyes like holes. There was no expression on the pale face composed of uncomfortable facial features, which made people shiver.


    In the heavy and dead air, there seemed to be a faint vibration of the aftersound of the bell.


    They could not help but breathe less.


    The housekeeper said slowly, "dear guests, it''s time to rest. Tomorrow, Mr. and Mrs. de Claus have prepared a lot of activities for you, so please keep your energy


    He looked around the players in front of him slowly with his black hole like eyes, and added clearly: "please stay in your room during the rest time. Don''t walk around the house at will. Wish you a good dream."


    After that, the housekeeper gave a deep salute to the silent players, and then turned to walk to the side of the darkness. The thin figure was slowly swallowed up by the strong darkness in the house, and even the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared.


    The players looked at each other.


    In the end, she broke the deadlock: "that In this case, it''s better to follow the instructions of NPC. We''d better go back to see the note behind the oil painting in your room tonight, and the rest of the clues will be exchanged after the rest time is over tomorrow morning. "


    Everyone nodded in agreement.


    The players gathered on the stairs slowly dispersed and walked towards their rooms.


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen also went down the stairs, along the corridor back to their room.


    The door closes behind him, and the bright light in the room separates this independent space from the deep corridor. As Wen Chen is not an official player in the copy, naturally, he does not have his own room, so it is obvious that they have to share the only bed in the room tonight.


    After simply washing and rinsing, Mo Yi threw his body on the soft velvet bed. He felt that the tiredness he had experienced all day was reflected in the tight muscles of his shoulders and neck. At the moment, with his deliberate relaxation, he was sending out a slightly astringent pain.


    He reached out and pressed his brow, his pale face tinged with fatigue.


    Wen Chen walks to the other side of the bed, reaches out to extinguish the light at the head of the bed, and the room is shrouded in darkness.


    Mo Yi only heard the sound of hearing the sound from his ear, and then felt the weight of the bed beside him. The soft velvet mattress magnified every movement on the bed to the maximum, and then transmitted it clearly.


    Wen Chen''s voice sounded in the dark, and the low voice line seemed to be able to bring the faint vibration in the air:


    "good night."


    Mo Yi replies softly: "good night."


    He opened his eyes, and there was a fuzzy ceiling on his head. He did not know why, after the dark came, his sleepiness and sleepiness disappeared with the light. Instead, he became hyperactive of his nerves. Perhaps the work and rest that had been too reversed before entering the copy finally began its long-planned revenge and revenge. A kind of excessive soberness occupied Mo Yi''s mind, His obsessive-compulsive memory of everything and every detail that happened in the copy today is like being forced to stare at a slow movie with wide eyes.


    A slight white noise fills the eardrum. Mo Yi is familiar with the process of his body. He knows that he can''t sleep tonight.


    He adjusted his breathing, trying to create the illusion that he was about to fall asleep.


    Then, in the dark, Mo Yi heard the subtle sound of the sheets being crumpled and rubbed. Then, he felt something pressing on his eyes -


    a cold and dry palm gently covered his face with an irresistible softness.


    Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, slowly blink eyes, eyelashes across the palm of the other party''s hard feeling is vividly magnified by the dark.


    The palm of the hand trembled imperceptibly with his movements, and the fingertips on his temples gently rubbed his skin. The voice of Wen Chen reached his ears, and his voice was hoarse with slight stagnation:


    "close your eyes."


    Mo Yi subconsciously closed his eyes. The palm on his face moved away. The bed beside him creaked clearly under the pressure, and the sides of his body sank slightly. Then something cold and soft pressed on his eyelids, and his breath was sprayed on his forehead, bringing a little wet.He opened his eyes and opened his lips a little, but nothing came out. Actually, Mo Yi didn''t know what he wanted to say. He just watched the dim outline of Wen Chen in the dark.


    Only heard Chen say on his head: "this can not call good night."


    What he said is endless, but I don''t know why Mo Yi clearly knows his complete subtext - sleep with eyes open is not called good night.


    Mo Yi smiles gently, raises his hand to press Wen Chen''s back neck, takes him to his own direction, and then raises his head in the dark, estimates a loud kiss on his forehead:


    "thank you."


    Perhaps it was the fermenting darkness, or Wen Chen''s interruption. The white noise disappeared, and Mo Yi soon fell asleep.


    Until the knock on the door woke him from his sleep.


    Mo Yi quickly broke free from his sleep, and his nerves regained tension and clearness as quickly as possible. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. According to the time of this copy, it should be 7:30 now.


    A gentle knock on the door rang again.


    Mo Yi got up from the bed, went to the door and opened the door. On the ground, he saw a delicate silver basin with steaming hot water. Beside the basin was a towel, which seemed to be prepared for washing. He took the basin into the room and put it on the small table.


    He simply washed his hands by soaking them in hot water, but he felt that the touch of warm water seemed to be wrong


    The thick and greasy feeling runs through the fingers, giving people a strange feeling of nausea -


    Mo Yi looks down at the small basin, and the water in the basin turns bright dark red. The strong and fishy smell of rust is mixed with cold, sweet and greasy fragrance Rolling slowly as if alive


    He was startled, subconsciously took out his palm from the basin, stepped back a few steps, and opened the distance from the basin of blood.


    The voice that hears Chen after death: "how?"


    Mo Yi was distracted by his shouts, and then looked down at his hands. His hands were wet and full of water. Under the light, he looked up at the silver basin. He saw that the bright red blood in it had disappeared completely, leaving only the transparent water flowers excited by his excessive actions.


    ¡­¡­ Red.


    Mo Yi seems to think of something, his eyes are slightly heavy.


    He wiped his hands on the towel hanging by the basin, and then walked quickly to the painting at the door and studied it carefully.


    The thin blood band on the neck of the woman painted above has become close to the thickness of a finger, deeply burned on her slender neck. Large areas of blood and the dark red bed sheet under her snow-white and naked body are mixed together. But this time, the blood trace has become so heavy that it can be seen without discrimination, and it is full of dripping light under the light.


    Wen Chen has already walked to his side at the moment, follow Mo Yi''s eyes to look at the oil painting, slowly narrowed his eyes.


    Mo Yi crooked his lips, but there was no smile on his face. He said softly:


    "yesterday was black. It seems that today''s victims should be red." At that moment, as like as two peas were heard,


    heard the sound of knocking at the door. Wen Chen walked over to open the door. Only a small tray like the last one was seen on the ground, with a delicate dish on it and covered with silver - just like yesterday''s lunch.


    Wen Chen took up the tray and went to Mo Yi. However, Mo Yi''s attention seemed to be attracted by something in the past. His eyebrows frowned slightly, and he focused on the oil painting. There was a faint light in his dark eyes. This was a sign when he found any clues.


    So Wen Chen just quietly put down the tray, patiently stood by his side waiting.


    Mo Yi slowly reached out his hand, thoughtfully touched the heavy and dark frame of the oil painting, and then suddenly looked up:


    "follow me."


    After saying that, Mo Yi opens the door in a hurry and strides out. Wen Chen follows closely.


    Other people have not left the room, the corridor is quiet as if it is still in the middle of the night. Mo Yi walks through the winding stairs and narrow corridor of the house, quickly passes through the magnificent and bright hall on the first floor, and then quickly walks to the side hall.


    He had bright eyes and a slight shortness of breath, and could almost hear his heart beating nervously in his chest.


    Frame.


    Of all the oil paintings in the whole house, Mo Yi only saw four of them framed with heavy black wood wrapped with gold thread.


    Two hanging in the house of the dead, one in his own room.


    In addition, there is a similar frame.


    The portrait in the side hall.


    Wen Chen comes forward a few steps, stretched out his hand to take down the lock on the side hall door, two people push the door to go to the room.


    The cold air spread and stirred a layer of goose bumps on Mo Yi''s exposed skin. He took a deep breath, stepped forward slowly, and reached for the white cloth covered on the oil painting hanging on the wall.The black wood frame wrapped with gold thread was exposed - followed by the old cracked oil painting -


    Mo Yi''s heart shrank as if tightly held by an invisible hand.


    I can see that the paint on the figure in the painting is dry and dry, except


    Her dark eyes and ebony hair were bright and moist as if they had just been colored, and they fell down on her waist like a waterfall, flashing a charming light in the dim light.


    Those two bright black eyes are inlaid on the face with fuzzy outline, and they are closely watching Mo Yi standing in front of the painting.


    This strange picture looks very hairy,


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 Chapter 154

    Mo Yi gazed at the oil painting in the hazy darkness, holding his breath subconsciously, as if worried about something to disturb.


    The blurred and cracked face on the oil painting looked back at him quietly. The dark eyes were like deep black holes, as if two holes without emotion -- the unpredictable eyes cast from the cold room as deep as the cellar.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and took his eyes away.


    Now, those scattered clues are finally connected by a clear clue. The veil that has been covered in this copy is finally lifted by the wind, revealing a part of the vague outline.


    So far, this copy has probably killed people by color, killing the players in the room with the oil paintings of the corresponding colors, and then dipping their colors to make up for the painting hanging in the hall, or - to restore it to what it used to be.


    Then, this oil painting must be the key to this copy.


    Mo Yi looks at the oil painting quietly hanging on the wall again, and the woman whose face is not clear in the painting.


    So Will this woman be the bride? Could it be Mrs. de Claus, who only heard of her name but not her? If so? If the painting is not completely filled, will the wedding be held in two days? ¡ª¡ªIf not, who would she be?


    Numerous questions then came, like heavy stones, which were put into Mo Yi''s stomach, and slowly fell to the depths with his thoughts.


    Mo Yi took a few steps forward and looked at the portrait. His eyes moved inch by inch on the rough canvas, not letting go of the slightest possible clue -


    finally, he raised his hand and gently stroked the lower right corner of the portrait, hiding a bulge under the fading and peeling paint.


    It is a circular symbol. Although Mo Yi can''t see the specific pattern on it, he can be sure that it is the same pattern that he found on the clothes of the deceased after the invitation card.


    Mo Yi frowns and stares at the strange pattern.


    According to the law, the decoration printed after the invitation should be the noble''s family emblem, but on the day of entering the copy, Mo Yi never saw it in any other place where the family emblem might appear, whether it was silver knife and fork Embroidery tablecloth or those expensive and luxurious decorations.


    Just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, a strange commotion broke out of the room.


    Mo Yi Leng Leng, by the faint voice outside the door pulled back to the reality, he turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and then they quickly walked to the door.


    Many people had gathered in the hall. They all looked confused and uneasy. They were arguing with each other. No one noticed that Mo Yi walked out of the side hall.


    Mo Yi stepped forward and casually pulled a man and asked, "what happened?"


    "At least, the man seemed to be pale, but he did not have the ability to speak


    Mo Yi''s heart is tight, motionless ground asks a way: "where?"


    The player raised his finger to the second floor and said, "but I suggest you don''t watch --"


    before he finished, Mo Yi walked quickly along the place he pointed to. Just after he got to the second floor, he smelled a strong smell of blood, even several times more than that of last night.


    I saw several people surrounded in one of the corridors, but most of them did not stop at the door and peep inside like they did last time. Instead, they stood in the corridor with pale white faces.


    The smell of blood became more intense, as if it could almost condense into substance. Even Mo Yi could not help feeling a burst of physiological discomfort.


    He frowned more tightly, and walked quickly into the open door.


    As soon as he entered the door, the strong smell of rust fell face-to-face like a solid wall, making Mo Yi''s step subconsciously slow. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose and looked in the direction of the smell.


    There was a protruding human figure lying upright on the bed, but he could not recognize his appearance at all.


    it was like that all the cells and capillaries under the skin were broken. The blood gushed from every pore on the corpse without stopping, flowing, and dyed the body red from head to foot, just like a river The whole bed was wet with blood, and trickled down along the sheet, forming a large pool of blood beside the bed. However, there was no trace of blood stained on the body''s snow-white nightdress, which floated spotlessly in a deep river of blood.


    That explains why there is such a strong smell of blood.


    Mo Yi turns his head and subconsciously looks for the oil painting close to the door. His sight is fixed on it.


    A dying woman was depicted in the black wood frame with golden threads. Her pale chest was cut open, and her bleeding red heart was revealed. Her naked limbs and a bloody hand were raised as if struggling. The veins on the back of the skinny hand were protruding like a dying bird.Red.


    He took a slow, deep breath and drew back his sight.


    From the other end of the room, pale faced * * went to Mo Yi, handed him a note and said, "this is I found it behind the paintings in this room. "


    Mo Yi took the note and saw a poem written in familiar scrawl:


    "like catching a bird that was suddenly shaking, I took out the bright red heart from his chest, and then, in order to make my pet eat enough, I threw it to the ground with contempt."


    Yes, red.


    Mo Yi''s eyes were slightly heavy, and he stepped out of the room. Other players also got up and gathered in the hall and corridor in twos and threes. He looked around the quiet crowd and asked, "have you looked under the oil paintings in your room after you went back?"


    The other players nodded, pale and frightened, and then the tide came around, each holding a crumpled, dusty note in their hands.


    Mo Yi looked at the past one by one - as he thought, the poems on everyone''s paper symbolized a kind of color.


    However, the most puzzling thing is Not only red and white, but also black.


    But two black players died yesterday.


    Except, this copy doesn''t exactly follow one color per day, or Will these black colors be used in addition to filling the portrait?


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes, and his quiet black eyes closed under his long eyelashes. He thought for a few seconds, then looked up and said to the crowd:


    "follow me."


    After saying that, he went straight to the side hall when he came to it. The players who didn''t know why looked at each other, so they had to follow up quickly.


    When passing through the dark corridor, Mo Yi heard people''s whispering behind him.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Have you ever been to this place? " "No, and you?" "I didn''t even notice that there was a corridor here." "strange, me too. It''s clear that this place is not remote..."


    Mo Yi knows clearly that this room can''t be found at will. If he doesn''t follow the piano to find the side hall, he will be as blind as others to the extra room here.


    At this time, he had already reached the end of the room. When he left the side hall just now, he did not lock the door again. So Mo Yi just pushed the door open with a slight push. The cold breath spread with his movement, which made people shiver.


    As soon as Mo Yi entered the room, he stepped slightly and looked straight at the end of the room.


    The oil painting was quietly hanging on the wall. The huge white cloth covered the whole painting, and the falling wrinkles were engraved with deep shadow. However, Mo Yi remembered that he did not cover the white cloth back before he left.


    He took a deep breath, and slowly walked over, then reached for the white cloth and pulled it down.


    Just listen to the sound of Hua, white cloth with Mo Yi''s action is pulled down, revealing the picture below.


    Just now, only the woman with black hair and eyes dyed with color stayed quietly in the picture frame. Her beautiful lips were bright and ruddy, just like drinking blood. The whole face was fuzzy and faded. Only her eyes and lips seemed to be re dyed with vitality. A pair of black hole like eyes staring at all the people standing in front of the painting as if they were burning ghost fire.


    The players standing in the room were silent, as if they were forced to look away from the painting by some force. They looked at the painting closely, as if seeing the moths in the dark. They were attracted by the dangerous and fatal things.


    Mo Yi slowly back a few steps, fingers slightly send, white cloth from his fingertips slide to the ground, forced into a ball.


    He gazed at the crowd and simply said his guess. Then he paused and said solemnly:


    "according to the previous rule, the next player to die should be the red player. However, except that the oil painting is the clue, we don''t know how this copy of the play killed people or in what order. So, I suggest, The implied words on the note are red, so you''d better dispose of the oil paintings in your room


    "Are you sure?" asked the player eagerly? Will it work? "


    Mo Yi''s eyes lingered on him for a moment and replied, "I don''t know. What I said just now is just a suggestion. Whether or not to do it or not and how to do it depends on you. After all The consequences of the action are on your own. "


    In the dangerous copies, you never know what choice you have made, or the decision will ring the death knell for yourself, and every move may have hidden dangers.


    No one knows whether it is a blessing or a curse to dispose of the oil paintings in the room. Players whose keywords are white and black can wait, but Red players can''t afford to do nothing, so either take the risk or pray that they won''t be a fraction of the dead.


    Although most players are scared, they are not stupid enough not to know how to choose.Looking at the crowd, Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and walked with him. His face was dignified.


    To be honest, he decided to share the information. One of the reasons was that he didn''t want the players to die too many people in the first three days, so that the subsequent copies could not be carried out. Another reason was that He''s trying.


    Just a few minutes before he entered the side hall, the Butler drove him away.


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 Chapter 155

    While other players are in a hurry to go to their own room time, Mo Yi and Wen Chen also returned to their room.


    The oil painting close to the door of the room is quietly hanging on the wall. In the painting, the woman''s pale and bare body is particularly dazzling in a hazy shadow. The blood trace on her neck is more and more clear. It looks like the human head is separated from each other. The bright blood red sheet mattress under her pale body forms a strange and strange picture.


    Mo Yi gazed at the painting, then turned to look at Wen Chen and calmly said, "according to the current appearance of this painting, I think I may be the next one."


    Wen Chen didn''t answer directly. He just turned his eyes and swept around the oil painting. He hooked his lips. A trace of contempt flashed in his light colored eyes.


    Mo Yi sighed and stretched out his hand to straighten Wen Chen''s chin: "I know you have no problem protecting me from the copy..."


    Wen Chen picks eyebrow, seem to be in query - that you say this does what?


    Mo Yi gazed at Wen Chen''s eyes and said earnestly, "but sometimes, wealth and danger are in pursuit, so I want to ask you a favor. "


    Wen Chen realized Mo Yi''s voice over, her eyes sank slightly, her lips tightened slightly, and she frowned.


    Mo Yi reluctantly increased some strength on his hand. Naturally, he touched the curve of Chen''s jaw with his fingertips, and continued: "it''s not that you completely ignore my safety, it''s just If I''m in deep danger, don''t appear to resolve immediately, give me a little time to observe. "


    Wen Chen still brow tight frown, light colored eye Mou tightly stare at Mo Yi, low ground says: "but..."


    Mo Yi interrupted him and added slowly: "besides, if it''s really dangerous, I still have props to help."


    Wen Chen slowly let out a breath, reached out and took Mo Yi''s hand on his cheek and sent it to his lips. He gently dropped a cold kiss and said in a low voice All right


    Mo Yi gathers close relatives to hear Chen''s lip: "good."


    After he finished this action, both of them were in a daze.


    Mo Yi''s line of sight is a bit flighty ground, Wen Chen is suffused with the pale cheek of blood color, low cough a, seem to want to say something.


    But at this time, Wen Chen suddenly approached without warning, and deepened the simple touch between the lips into a short and fierce kiss. After a few seconds, they separated breathlessly.


    Mo Yi sighed, and then the broken jar broke the ground to raise his hand and kneaded Wen Chen''s hair. He said, "OK, come and help."


    Wen Chen wears some messy hair, light colored eyes with shallow smile, he said: "wait a minute."


    just as like as two peas, he raised his hand to Moyi''s wrist and gently passed his fingers on his carpal bones. When he let go, Moyi saw that his wrist was more like a light grey fog chain, and he was almost exactly the same as the last one. He just listened to Chen''s ear and said, "just in case."


    Mo Yi didn''t care. He just nodded his head and looked at the oil painting hanging in the shadow of the corner again.


    He frowned, thought for a moment, and then lifted it from the wall of his room -


    so relaxed that he hardly encountered any resistance, as if it were a common oil painting.


    He thought for a few seconds, opened the door, took the painting out, and then casually opened an empty room at the end of the corridor and put the painting down against the wall.


    When Mo Yi returned to the room again, he opened the door and found that the painting with a faint blood smell was still hanging on the wall quietly, as if he had never left.


    It seems useless just to take the painting away from the room.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, lifted his hand again to remove the oil painting from the wall, then pulled the canvas out of the frame, and then turned his head and handed it to Wen Chen.


    only Wen Chen gently drew down with his fingertips and heard a sharp and piercing tearing sound of cloth and silk. The oil painting was broken into two parts, falling with dust and pigment fragments.


    Mo Yi casually threw the broken frame and canvas to his feet, and then looked up again at the empty wall because of the loss of the painting. Strange things happened.


    I saw a pale color slowly emerging on the dark red wallpaper, and then the outline gradually became clear. She became a woman lying on her back with her pale face, her eyelids closed, her expression calm and calm, and a bloodstain across her slender neck.


    Then, there is the blood red sheet under her body, the blood flowing and interwoven, and the texture of the canvas gradually emerges.


    Finally, there is a heavy black frame wrapped with gold thread.


    It looks like this painting is growing directly from the wall, and the whole process takes place in front of Mo Yi, only a few tens of seconds before and after.


    He was slightly stunned, and then lowered his head to pick up the canvas which had been divided into two parts by Wen Chen, unfolded them and smoothed them out, only to see a blank on it.Mo Yi turned and ran to the room where he had just put the oil painting he had just taken off. Sure enough, the oil painting against the wall also became a blank, as if it had been a blank canvas from the beginning.


    He took a slow, deep breath, frowning.


    It seems that unless the wall can be destroyed, it is impossible to remove the painting from the wall.


    And according to the usual habits of replicas The possibility of such an approach is remote.


    Mo Yi left the empty room and walked slowly to his own room. As he walked, he looked down and pondered. At this time, his nose seemed to smell something strange - it seemed that it was the smell of burning some spices. The cold and sweet taste slowly spread out, which made him stop involuntarily.


    The corridor in front of me seems to be infinitely elongated, and there is a deep darkness ahead.


    There was silence in my ears.


    In the corridor, it seems that there is a faint whimper in the corridor.


    Mo Yi''s feet stopped, and just then, the corridor wall beside him began to slowly seep blood. It seemed that there were some wounds hidden under the thin wallpaper, which were generally soaked with crimson blood, and then slowly meandered down along the halo of blood. The gurgling blood flow converged into a large stream of blood, which quickly flowed onto the carpet, and the strong smell of blood spread ¡£


    The bloodstain flowing to the ground began to flow, as if guided by some strange force, leaving a strange space in the middle of the carpet - it looks like It seems like the woman lying on her back in the painting.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly and stood quietly waiting.


    I saw the relief on the ground slowly dominant, the woman''s pale undulating body lying in a pool of blood, and then Mo Yi''s ear seems to catch something strange -


    it seems that it is whispering, it seems to be crying, and it seems to be reciting, which is heard in a chaotic and fuzzy way.


    It seems that It''s from behind.


    Mo Yi holds his breath subconsciously and slowly turns his head to look behind him. The corridor behind him seems to be twisted and stirred by the whole disturbance. All the colors are mixed together and spread to Mo Yi''s feet from the dark black hole in the distance, which makes him feel almost sucked in


    Then, he heard a clear, low voice, and slowly read the broken sentence: " On the thirsty pillow, a headless corpse, like a river, flowed red and active blood, making the sheets drink greedily like a pasture... "


    This is the poem hidden behind the oil painting.


    Mo Yi''s hand slowly exudes a cold sweat. He recites the name of the props in his heart. The surface of the cold and smooth glass beads is hard in his hands. He looks at the slowly moving and rotating corridor and the color of breaking and melting. His eyes are slightly astringent, but he does not dare to blink for fear of missing any clues.


    The river of blood flowing from the wall spread to his feet and neck. Mo Yi felt a pair of cold palms slowly climbing up his legs.


    He looked down and saw the woman in the painting lying on her back beside her feet. Her thin and pale arm wrapped around her legs like a snake. The blood was flowing from the fracture on her neck. Her peaceful closed eyes slowly opened, revealing a layer of lifeless gray film covering the dark eyes.


    They were the eyes of the corpse, but they were staring at him.


    Mo Yi''s fingers slowly tightened -


    and just then, he felt the tension on his wrist suddenly clear up.


    Then, there was a whirling sensation. It was like putting Mo Yi into the washing machine and stirring it. The strange feeling occupied his body and mind. Hearing the slow chanting voice suddenly became sharp, just like the sound of scraping hard on the glass with his fingernails -


    Mo Yi opened his eyes suddenly and gasped heavily.


    He found that he was lying in Wen Chen''s arms at the moment, and the other party''s hands were tightly around his wrist, as if shackled on his wrist bone.


    The nose has a strong smell of blood.


    Mo Yi raised his head with some difficulty and looked at himself. His naked skin was covered with a thin layer of blood, as if he was secreting blood from his pores. With the movement of his head up, Mo Yi felt warm liquid flowing down his cheek.


    He struggled to raise his hand, only to see the red hand.


    Wen Chen took a towel to help him wipe the blood on his face and body, then helped him stand up and asked in a low voice:


    "are you ok?"


    When Mo Yi was about to nod his head, he just heard the noise coming from outside the door. Someone was running through the corridor, and half a broken word came into his ear through the wall and the half opened door:


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 Chapter 156

    I have a cold today Headache, sore throat and pain all over the body


    Replace later tonight Tomorrow will be updated


    the number of words will only be more or less


    sorry


    I''m sorry


    the cold fingers subconsciously put more force on his own mandible, and suppressed the exclamation that was about to fall off in Mo Yi''s palm on his side, holding and closing the flashlight, while the spare fingers have already pinched the glass beads just aroused by reflex consciousness.


    Pale finger tip slightly forced, as if in the control of their own pinch down the * *.


    This prop can freeze the monster within three meters for five seconds. Although it can''t completely free him, it can deal with some critical situations.


    The footsteps behind him rang again.


    It''s getting closer this time.


    There is only one wall away from Mo Yi.


    He could almost distinguish the sound of the sole rubbing against the rough ground, the dull sound of the heavy heel landing on the ground, and the subtle, sharp, harsh metallic sound.


    The material behind is almost soaked with cold sweat and squeezed between the back and the wall. The cold and cold touch penetrates into the body through the skin and slowly spreads into the gap of the spine.


    Mo Yi''s muscles are stiff and tight. The cold feeling spreads from his back to his limbs. It seems that only the round glass ball between his fingers has some temperature.


    The footstep seemed to pause for a moment, then slowly, heavily, and dragged away.


    The sound of the soles of the feet rubbing against the ground, together with the sharp metal sound, slowly went away to the distance. In Mo Yi''s ears, it slowly became smaller and weaker, until it could no longer be heard.


    Mo Yi put down his fingers tightly covering the lower half of his face. His palms were cold and wet with sweat. The dull pain caused by the stiff muscles on his fingers flowed like the tide, which made his fingertips twitch slightly.


    His face did not change, only a long breath, and then slowly opened his eyes.


    His blood red eyes were still staring at him in the dark, ferocious and terrifying.


    Even if he has made psychological preparations, Mo Yi''s heart still beats hard when he sees this scene again.


    He soon calmed down, his brain turned and analyzed like a sophisticated machine, and quickly came to the most likely hypothesis -


    it was no threat.


    Mo Yi has always been confident in his ability, so he slowly relaxed his muscles, changed the glass bead in his hand to another free hand, and then moved a few steps in the opposite direction in the dark.


    With a slight movement of his finger, he turned on the light in the lowest compartment.


    A bloody body appeared in the light. His arm was lifted high and his palm was nailed to the wall with thick nails. On his ferocious and pale face, his blood red eyes were unwilling to stare at the direction of the door, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair, just like dust glass beads.


    The most terrible thing is that there is almost only skeleton left on the body. The viscera in the belly flows down along the gravity and piles up a greasy beach at the feet of the corpse. The blood red skin and muscle tissue are exfoliated precisely, and then nailed to the wall with nails to form the complex patterns on butterfly scales.


    Mo Yi subconsciously thinks of the huge and ugly butterfly picked out with her nails in the room where she wakes up.


    As expected, it was dead.


    He took a deep breath and put the glass beads in his hands into his smart backpack.


    When he was in the dark just now, he remembered the amazing blood pool on the ground and the dazzling drag marks on the ground. When he hid in the room, the flashlight lit up the ground in a panic before closing it -


    the bloodstain dragged on the ground was just dragged into the room.


    So the "stuff" in this room There is a high probability that they are dead and will not pose a threat to themselves.


    Mo Yi looked at the ugly corpse in front of him with some complexity. Although his conjecture was verified to be correct, he was shocked to face such a miserable and horrible corpse.


    However, perhaps due to the baptism of the previous three copies, Mo Yi almost no longer felt the nausea in his stomach.


    He frowned and retreated a few steps. The strong, almost congealed smell of blood almost made his sense of smell fail and occupied his senses and nerves fiercely.


    In refraction, Mo Yi seems to have thought of something. He presses down the flashlight in his hand slightly. If there is a substantial light column projected at the foot of the bloody corpse.


    Next to that pile of greasy viscera, there was a small group of coats, stained with blood and dust, but the logo on it was still visible - it was a well-known sports brand.


    Mo Yi frowned, went to the front, reached out to pick up the group of clothes, and then forced to shake open.


    The strong smell of blood came to my face, the dust floated up, and the wrinkled clothes unfolded.Yes, it''s really a modern sweatshirt.


    Mo Yi''s look in the eyes of the moment sank down, a pair of dark eyes in the flashing light.


    He re projected the light beam from his hand to the corpse. He saw that the man was wearing pants matching his sports suit, which was also contaminated with blood. In one corner of the room, there was a tattered backpack.


    The nylon fabric reflected 80% new luster under the light. There was a big crack on it, as if it had been torn by some sharp weapon. The contents of the cloth fell to the ground, and a flashlight rolled to the ground not far away.


    Mo Yi shudders at a terrible conjecture.


    The bloodstains in his waking room and out of the corridor were old Tan, and the blood near the elevator and dragged into the ward were indeed half solidified and bright red.


    This corpse is dressed up in a modern way, and all kinds of familiar objects in his backpack -


    this dead man is probably a player just like him.


    There was a chill behind Mo Yi.


    What he entered this time, I''m afraid, is not a brand-new copy, but more like a semi-finished product that has not been cleared.


    In the past, the player will decide to start the game after the players meet. But this time, the reason why the game is announced to start when he has only one person is probably because the players of the previous wave have already met and are likely to It''s been a disaster.


    A more serious problem slowly surfaced.


    What about Jiang yuanrou?


    They must be in the same copy this time, and the game won''t pit them at this point, but they should have been leaked into two different places in the copy, and they should not be on the same floor.


    Mo Yi clenched his flashlight fingers slightly and subconsciously looked into the thick darkness outside the ward door.


    It seems that he needs to find the key card to open the elevator as soon as possible.


    He focuses on the body nailed to the wall - it''s good to have players who have already explored it, which can save him a lot of the benefits of searching for clues.


    Mo Yi thought bitterly and happily. Then he rummaged in the pocket of his coat in his hand. There was nothing useful except some fragmentary things.


    He throws his sportswear back under his feet and steps toward the player''s broken backpack.


    There are some familiar props that need to be brought into the dungeon. Almost every player with some experience will carry them. Mo Yi has enough with him, so he doesn''t need to increase his own weight.


    He flipped through the contents, and as he moved, a packaged Mint rolled out of his backpack, stained with dust and blood on the ground.


    Mo Yi stares at it for a moment. Subconsciously, he thinks of the fog that sticks to feeding his candy. He frowns.


    He pursed his lips, turned his eyes from the candy, then stood up from the ground and patted the dust on his body.


    There is almost nothing valuable in this player''s backpack. Moreover, it may be to prevent players from killing each other. Therefore, after the player dies, the props they carry will be automatically recycled by the game and cannot be picked up by the players of the same copy.


    Mo Yi got nothing.


    At this moment, he seemed to think of something, and then projected his eyes on the miserable body.


    He hesitated for a moment, and then stepped forward - a sticky touch came from the slippery ground under his feet, and the smell of more blood ran unstoppably into his nostrils, and the exposed bones and viscera of the corpse magnified in his eyes.


    Mo Yi held his breath and groped for the pocket of the body''s trousers with his fingers.


    Through the thin cloth, he could almost touch the cold, stiff, lifeless skin of the corpse.


    In the dark, Mo Yi''s eyes lit up. He took out the thing that was making a sound with his fingertips, but I lit it up with my flashlight in my hand.


    It was a worn, yellowish sheet of paper, folded casually into four folds, with dark brown blood and fingerprints on it, perhaps because it had been in the pocket for a long time, it looked a little wrinkled.


    Mo Yi unfolded it carefully to prevent the loud paper rubbing sound in the dead darkness.


    In the light, everything on the paper was visible - this is a map of this floor.


    Mo Yi''s heart relaxed a little, and his eyes stopped at one end of the map for a moment:


    there is an elevator, and the ward next to the elevator is where he is now.


    Then, another logo on the map attracted all Mo Yi''s attention.


    A room at the other end of the corridor was marked with the words "staff room", and next to the staff room was a blackened room. The dark color completely covered the room, and it was impossible to make out the logo on it.


    Mo Yi gently wiped it with his finger - the sticky touch touched his finger belly, and the flashlight illuminated the blackened place.It''s blood.


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 Chapter 157

    The cold seems to be more serious


    please keep warm!!!!


    Head into paste, code word close to turtle speed, so update later


    I''m very sorry You don''t have to wait tonight, go to bed early. Qvq


    PS: the number of words is only a lot more, and it will be updated as usual tomorrow


    in the last copy she and Jiang Yuanbai experienced, although they did not open the branch line, they still managed to hold on to the end of the countdown. However, just at the end of the copy, Jiang Yuanbai suddenly turned pale and muttered to himself:


    "what I didn''t finish --! "


    Before he finished his words and Jiang yuanrou didn''t have time to react, the countdown of that copy returned to zero. When she opened her eyes again, she would have returned to the real world -


    but Jiang Yuanbai did not.


    Therefore, Jiang yuanrou began to look for him. Although she has gradually transferred her power over the past few years, she still has a lot of resources and human resources that can be mobilized. At first, Jiang Yuanbai was lucky enough to hide from Jiang yuanrou, so under her full search, she soon found out his original whereabouts.


    Not long after Mo Yi left city a, he also reserved a flight ticket to city A.


    Everything is clear.


    The previous doubts can no longer stop her. Jiang yuanrou finds the real place corresponding to the original copy she has experienced in a hurry, and then does not hesitate to look for clues.


    As a result, she became a candidate for the senior member club.


    After listening to Jiang yuanrou''s story, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something. He frowned and asked, "so What did you choose for the membership test? Do you want to open it immediately or actively after? "


    Jiang yuanrou showed a bitter smile: "I didn''t choose."


    Mo Yi a Leng: "no choice?"


    Jiang yuanrou nodded and took a sip of the half cold water in the cup. Her face was almost paler than the cup in her hand:


    "yes, I think there is a trap in this question, so I have no choice, so it has been in my mind for a long time, asking the same question again and again whether the next copy will open the membership test.


    I haven''t slept for two days because of the noise. "


    Looking at her tired face and the thick black and blue at the moment, Mo Yi sighed and helped her refill the half empty cup.


    Jiang yuanrou puts the cup in her hand on the table and makes a crisp sound. She raises her eyes and looks at Mo Yi carefully. The light brown eyes are half praying and half uneasy. She takes a deep breath and then hesitates and asks:


    "next copy, can you Help me, come with me, save yuan Bai? "


    Mo Yi frowned and asked in a confused way:


    "wait, help him out? How do you know Jiang Yuanbai is not dead? "


    Jiang Yuan as like as two peas and a small box of gray poulled from her pocket. She opened the lid, and saw a glass bead just like the one before mo. It looked cloudy, and it was as if it were covered by dust. The glass beads were shimmering red.


    She explained: "this is a prop in the game. Yuan Bai and I have one each. Black means the other is dead, and red means the other is in danger of dying."


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyes at the glass beads are somewhat complicated:


    " It''s been like this since I came back to the real world. "


    She closed the box in her hand and rubbed it twice with her thin white fingers, half attached and half reluctant, and then put it back into her pocket.


    Jiang yuanrou''s face showed a self-confident expression belonging to her. She said thoughtfully:


    "moreover, what I have done in the past few days is more than what I just said."


    Mo Yi was interested and raised his eyebrows slightly: "what else?"


    "Do you remember what I said before, those friends who have disappeared after the truth has been explored? I sent people to investigate all the information after their disappearance and found many interesting things -


    most people are like other people who died in the game, and their memory of them is slowly blurred, even they do not remember their existence. But There are still a small number of people whose relatives and friends still remember them, and they are looking for them by posting notices to the police. "


    Jiang yuanrou leans forward and stares at Mo Yi with her eyes burning. Her breath is a little short:


    "but Yuanbai belongs to this type.


    In addition to us game players, other ordinary people also remember him


    Mo Yi frowned irrefutably. On his pale face, a pair of dark eyes half squinted thoughtfully:


    "then how can you be sure that you will have Jiang Yuanbai in your next copy?"


    Jiang yuanrou''s shoulders suddenly collapsed. She closed her eyes a little tired. Her petite body fell into the dark sofa, looking more and more thin and fragile¡°¡­¡­ I''m not sure. "


    Mo Yi pursed her lips, knowing that she must still have the following. After all, Jiang yuanrou, as a person with such status and ability, is somewhat certain to meet him in such a weak posture and ask him to join her in the next copy.


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyelashes trembled, her pale lips opened and closed several times, took a deep breath, and then said in a low voice:


    "do you remember the props I mentioned before? You can join other players in the dungeon.


    It was originally my last inventory with Yuanbai, but I just refreshed it in the store before the last copy, so I saved two more. "


    She bit her lips, and her pale lips were stained with a little abnormal blood color, and her voice was also a little hoarse:


    "but now I''m not sure it''s going to work. "


    Mo Yi''s eyes narrowed. He knew what Jiang yuanrou meant.


    The life and death of Jiang Yuanbai in the copy is unknown. Whether the prop that can enter the copy with other players can take effect is still unknown.


    What''s more In order to know why Jiang Yuanbai did not leave the replica, Jiang yuanrou has become a candidate member of the senior member club. Although she has not yet chosen when to open the test copy, under such high-intensity harassment, Jiang yuanrou will have to make a choice sooner or later.


    However, according to Mo Yi''s experience in entering the dungeon these times, no matter which one Jiang yuanrou chooses, the next copy is not easy to fool.


    Jiang yuanrou must have understood this, her petite figure bent down, her tired pale face buried in her cold hands, and the whole person looked sad and depressed.


    And when she lifted her face from her hands, she became the elder sister of the Jiang family who was young enough to develop the whole enterprise. She was decisive and determined.


    Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath. Her big light brown eyes regained her sense and strength. She looked at Mo Yi with a low voice but determined:


    "I''m such a brother. I owe him a lot from childhood to adulthood. Even if I hope to be shallow, I can''t ignore him."


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang yuanrou''s resolute face, and a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes.


    Jiang yuanrou straightened up with a straight back like a javelin, without any previous decline.


    "You are the first player I have ever seen who has survived after becoming a candidate member. Therefore, I come to you this time and ask for your help in my name, Jiang yuanrou."


    Jiang Yuan Rou stopped and continued: "the props purchased in the game can''t be traded between players, but the game points can be transferred to other players."


    Although Mo Yi''s face is still, but the bottom of his heart is a shock.


    Jiang yuanrou slightly lowered her eyes. On her calm face, she was only rational and cautious of the businessman. She continued to say to herself:


    "of course, the authority to transfer points is also obtained by exchanging points - I am willing to exchange 70% of all points I get in this game for you to accompany me into the next copy. If you can save Yuanbai, I will After the experience of the copy of the points will be extracted to you 50%


    It''s a very good condition - it''s even bleeding.


    After that, Jiang yuanrou took out another small gray box from her pocket. After opening it, there was a small glass ball, which was shining brilliantly under the light.


    She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yi and explained:


    "this is the item exchanged in the game, which can be regarded as a contract, which can guarantee the fulfillment of my promise in the future, and guarantee that I will not do anything to hinder the contract, such as unfavorable to you, etc


    Mo Yi dropped his eyes, gently rubbed his fingers at the soft and delicate edge of the cup, and then said coldly:


    "you can keep the points before you."


    Jiang yuanrou was surprised at first. She didn''t expect that the price would be pushed down by someone bargaining. Then, she seemed to realize something, and her face showed some excitement:


    " You agreed? "


    Mo Yi nodded and raised his eyes to Jiang yuanrou. His eyes were tinged with a faint smile:


    "anyway, Jiang Yuanbai is my friend."


    After the conversation, Jiang yuanrou drove Mo Yi back to his apartment and drove away after the lights in his room were turned on.


    Mo Yi took off the thin windbreaker he was wearing outside and hung it on the hanger. With a cool face, he lifted the curtain with his fingertips and watched Jiang yuanrou''s car lights getting farther and farther away.


    Behind him came a familiar low voice:


    "your decision is very interesting."


    Mo Yi hears the voice to twist head, see only hears Chen to stand in the porch of the room, with that pair of light gray eyes to gaze at him deeply.


    The tall and tall body is tall and straight, and the bright light flows down from his head. The facial features with deep outline are handsome and classical. In the shadow of the light, it looks like a stone carving, with a strong evil spirit and a sense of aggression.Mo Yi smiles and doesn''t answer. He just puts down the curtain on his fingertips and turns to sit down in front of the sofa.


    Wen Chen walks to him in front of, sat down beside him, light colored eyeball attentively looks at him.


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 Chapter 158

    Today is more serious. I went to the hospital to hang water and lie down for a day


    it was updated in the morning, and the number of words was only a little more


    I''m very sorry, qvq


    you must pay attention to your health


    In the last copy she and Jiang Yuanbai experienced, although they did not open the branch line, they still managed to hold on to the end of the countdown. However, at the end of that copy, Jiang Yuanbai suddenly turned pale and muttered to himself:


    "what I didn''t finish --! "


    Before he finished his words and Jiang yuanrou didn''t have time to react, the countdown of that copy returned to zero. When she opened her eyes again, she would have returned to the real world -


    but Jiang Yuanbai did not.


    Therefore, Jiang yuanrou began to look for him. Although she has gradually transferred her power over the past few years, she still has a lot of resources and human resources that can be mobilized. At first, Jiang Yuanbai was lucky enough to hide from Jiang yuanrou, so under her full search, she soon found out his original whereabouts.


    Not long after Mo Yi left city a, he also reserved a flight ticket to city A.


    Everything is clear.


    The previous doubts can no longer stop her. Jiang yuanrou finds the real place corresponding to the original copy she has experienced in a hurry, and then does not hesitate to look for clues.


    As a result, she became a candidate for the senior member club.


    After listening to Jiang yuanrou''s story, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something. He frowned and asked, "so What did you choose for the membership test? Do you want to open it immediately or actively after? "


    Jiang yuanrou showed a bitter smile: "I didn''t choose."


    Mo Yi a Leng: "no choice?"


    Jiang yuanrou nodded and took a sip of the half cold water in the cup. Her face was almost paler than the cup in her hand:


    "yes, I think there is a trap in this question, so I have no choice, so it has been in my mind for a long time, asking the same question again and again whether the next copy will open the membership test.


    I haven''t slept for two days because of the noise. "


    Looking at her tired face and the thick black and blue at the moment, Mo Yi sighed and helped her refill the half empty cup.


    Jiang yuanrou puts the cup in her hand on the table and makes a crisp sound. She raises her eyes and looks at Mo Yi carefully. The light brown eyes are half praying and half uneasy. She takes a deep breath and then hesitates and asks:


    "next copy, can you Help me, come with me, save yuan Bai? "


    Mo Yi frowned and asked in a confused way:


    "wait, help him out? How do you know Jiang Yuanbai is not dead? "


    Jiang Yuan as like as two peas and a small box of gray poulled from her pocket. She opened the lid, and saw a glass bead just like the one before mo. It looked cloudy, and it was as if it were covered by dust. The glass beads were shimmering red.


    She explained: "this is a prop in the game. Yuan Bai and I have one each. Black means the other is dead, and red means the other is in danger of dying."


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyes at the glass beads are somewhat complicated:


    " It''s been like this since I came back to the real world. "


    She closed the box in her hand and rubbed it twice with her thin white fingers, half attached and half reluctant, and then put it back into her pocket.


    Jiang yuanrou''s face showed a self-confident expression belonging to her. She said thoughtfully:


    "moreover, what I have done in the past few days is more than what I just said."


    Mo Yi was interested and raised his eyebrows slightly: "what else?"


    "Do you remember what I said before, those friends who have disappeared after the truth has been explored? I sent people to investigate all the information after their disappearance and found many interesting things -


    most people are like other people who died in the game, and their memory of them is slowly blurred, even they do not remember their existence. But There are still a small number of people whose relatives and friends still remember them, and they are looking for them by posting notices to the police. "


    Jiang yuanrou leans forward and stares at Mo Yi with her eyes burning. Her breath is a little short:


    "but Yuanbai belongs to this type.


    In addition to us game players, other ordinary people also remember him


    Mo Yi frowned irrefutably. On his pale face, a pair of dark eyes half squinted thoughtfully:


    "then how can you be sure that you will have Jiang Yuanbai in your next copy?"


    Jiang yuanrou''s shoulders suddenly collapsed. She closed her eyes a little tired. Her petite body fell into the dark sofa, looking more and more thin and fragile¡°¡­¡­ I''m not sure. "


    Mo Yi pursed her lips, knowing that she must still have the following. After all, Jiang yuanrou, as a person with such status and ability, is somewhat certain to meet him in such a weak posture and ask him to join her in the next copy.


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyelashes trembled, her pale lips opened and closed several times, took a deep breath, and then said in a low voice:


    "do you remember the props I mentioned before? You can join other players in the dungeon.


    It was originally my last inventory with Yuanbai, but I just refreshed it in the store before the last copy, so I saved two more. "


    She bit her lips, and her pale lips were stained with a little abnormal blood color, and her voice was also a little hoarse:


    "but now I''m not sure it''s going to work. "


    Mo Yi''s eyes narrowed. He knew what Jiang yuanrou meant.


    The life and death of Jiang Yuanbai in the copy is unknown. Whether the prop that can enter the copy with other players can take effect is still unknown.


    What''s more In order to know why Jiang Yuanbai did not leave the replica, Jiang yuanrou has become a candidate member of the senior member club. Although she has not yet chosen when to open the test copy, under such high-intensity harassment, Jiang yuanrou will have to make a choice sooner or later.


    However, according to Mo Yi''s experience in entering the dungeon these times, no matter which one Jiang yuanrou chooses, the next copy is not easy to fool.


    Jiang yuanrou must have understood this, her petite figure bent down, her tired pale face buried in her cold hands, and the whole person looked sad and depressed.


    And when she lifted her face from her hands, she became the elder sister of the Jiang family who was young enough to develop the whole enterprise. She was decisive and determined.


    Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath. Her big light brown eyes regained her sense and strength. She looked at Mo Yi with a low voice but determined:


    "I''m such a brother. I owe him a lot from childhood to adulthood. Even if I hope to be shallow, I can''t ignore him."


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang yuanrou''s resolute face, and a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes.


    Jiang yuanrou straightened up with a straight back like a javelin, without any previous decline.


    "You are the first player I have ever seen who has survived after becoming a candidate member. Therefore, I come to you this time and ask for your help in my name, Jiang yuanrou."


    Jiang Yuan Rou stopped and continued: "the props purchased in the game can''t be traded between players, but the game points can be transferred to other players."


    Although Mo Yi''s face is still, but the bottom of his heart is a shock.


    Jiang yuanrou slightly lowered her eyes. On her calm face, she was only rational and cautious of the businessman. She continued to say to herself:


    "of course, the authority to transfer points is also obtained by exchanging points - I am willing to exchange 70% of all points I get in this game for you to accompany me into the next copy. If you can save Yuanbai, I will After the experience of the copy of the points will be extracted to you 50%


    It''s a very good condition - it''s even bleeding.


    After that, Jiang yuanrou took out another small gray box from her pocket. After opening it, there was a small glass ball, which was shining brilliantly under the light.


    She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yi and explained:


    "this is the item exchanged in the game, which can be regarded as a contract, which can guarantee the fulfillment of my promise in the future, and guarantee that I will not do anything to hinder the contract, such as unfavorable to you, etc


    Mo Yi dropped his eyes, gently rubbed his fingers at the soft and delicate edge of the cup, and then said coldly:


    "you can keep the points before you."


    Jiang yuanrou was surprised at first. She didn''t expect that the price would be pushed down by someone bargaining. Then, she seemed to realize something, and her face showed some excitement:


    " You agreed? "


    Mo Yi nodded and raised his eyes to Jiang yuanrou. His eyes were tinged with a faint smile:


    "anyway, Jiang Yuanbai is my friend."


    After the conversation, Jiang yuanrou drove Mo Yi back to his apartment and drove away after the lights in his room were turned on.


    Mo Yi took off the thin windbreaker he was wearing outside and hung it on the hanger. With a cool face, he lifted the curtain with his fingertips and watched Jiang yuanrou''s car lights getting farther and farther away.


    Behind him came a familiar low voice:


    "your decision is very interesting."


    Mo Yi hears the voice to twist head, see only hears Chen to stand in the porch of the room, with that pair of light gray eyes to gaze at him deeply.


    The tall and tall body is tall and straight, and the bright light flows down from his head. The facial features with deep outline are handsome and classical. In the shadow of the light, it looks like a stone carving, with a strong evil spirit and a sense of aggression.Mo Yi smiles and doesn''t answer. He just puts down the curtain on his fingertips and turns to sit down in front of the sofa.


    Wen Chen walks to him in front of, sat down beside him, light colored eyeball attentively looks at him.


    Mo Yi gazed down at his pale fingertips and said casually:


    "Jiang yuanrou represents resources. In reality or in the game, just accepting her points is equivalent to binding her to my side. Why not


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    The cold didn''t get better. It was probably updated in the early morning.


    please don''t wait for the number of words to be increased


    next, Jiang yuanrou told Mo Yi the whole story.


    In the last copy she and Jiang Yuanbai experienced, although they did not open the branch line, they still managed to hold on to the end of the countdown. However, at the end of that copy, Jiang Yuanbai suddenly turned pale and muttered to himself:


    "what I didn''t finish --! "


    Before he finished his words and Jiang yuanrou didn''t have time to react, the countdown of that copy returned to zero. When she opened her eyes again, she would have returned to the real world -


    but Jiang Yuanbai did not.


    Therefore, Jiang yuanrou began to look for him. Although she has gradually transferred her power over the past few years, she still has a lot of resources and human resources that can be mobilized. At first, Jiang Yuanbai was lucky enough to hide from Jiang yuanrou, so under her full search, she soon found out his original whereabouts.


    Not long after Mo Yi left city a, he also reserved a flight ticket to city A.


    Everything is clear.


    The previous doubts can no longer stop her. Jiang yuanrou finds the real place corresponding to the original copy she has experienced in a hurry, and then does not hesitate to look for clues.


    As a result, she became a candidate for the senior member club.


    After listening to Jiang yuanrou''s story, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something. He frowned and asked, "so What did you choose for the membership test? Do you want to open it immediately or actively after? "


    Jiang yuanrou showed a bitter smile: "I didn''t choose."


    Mo Yi a Leng: "no choice?"


    Jiang yuanrou nodded and took a sip of the half cold water in the cup. Her face was almost paler than the cup in her hand:


    "yes, I think there is a trap in this question, so I have no choice, so it has been in my mind for a long time, asking the same question again and again whether the next copy will open the membership test.


    I haven''t slept for two days because of the noise. "


    Looking at her tired face and the thick black and blue at the moment, Mo Yi sighed and helped her refill the half empty cup.


    Jiang yuanrou puts the cup in her hand on the table and makes a crisp sound. She raises her eyes and looks at Mo Yi carefully. The light brown eyes are half praying and half uneasy. She takes a deep breath and then hesitates and asks:


    "next copy, can you Help me, come with me, save yuan Bai? "


    Mo Yi frowned and asked in a confused way:


    "wait, help him out? How do you know Jiang Yuanbai is not dead? "


    Jiang Yuan as like as two peas and a small box of gray poulled from her pocket. She opened the lid, and saw a glass bead just like the one before mo. It looked cloudy, and it was as if it were covered by dust. The glass beads were shimmering red.


    She explained: "this is a prop in the game. Yuan Bai and I have one each. Black means the other is dead, and red means the other is in danger of dying."


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyes at the glass beads are somewhat complicated:


    " It''s been like this since I came back to the real world. "


    She closed the box in her hand and rubbed it twice with her thin white fingers, half attached and half reluctant, and then put it back into her pocket.


    Jiang yuanrou''s face showed a self-confident expression belonging to her. She said thoughtfully:


    "moreover, what I have done in the past few days is more than what I just said."


    Mo Yi was interested and raised his eyebrows slightly: "what else?"


    "Do you remember what I said before, those friends who have disappeared after the truth has been explored? I sent people to investigate all the information after their disappearance and found many interesting things -


    most people are like other people who died in the game, and their memory of them is slowly blurred, even they do not remember their existence. But There are still a small number of people whose relatives and friends still remember them, and they are looking for them by posting notices to the police. "


    Jiang yuanrou leans forward and stares at Mo Yi with her eyes burning. Her breath is a little short:


    "but Yuanbai belongs to this type.


    In addition to us game players, other ordinary people also remember him


    Mo Yi frowned irrefutably. On his pale face, a pair of dark eyes half squinted thoughtfully:


    "then how can you be sure that you will have Jiang Yuanbai in your next copy?"


    Jiang yuanrou''s shoulders suddenly collapsed. She closed her eyes a little tired. Her petite body fell into the dark sofa, which made her look more and more thin and fragile. Her voice was a little erratic:


    " I''m not sure. "Mo Yi pursed her lips, knowing that she must still have the following. After all, Jiang yuanrou, as a person with such status and ability, is somewhat certain to meet him in such a weak posture and ask him to join her in the next copy.


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyelashes trembled, her pale lips opened and closed several times, took a deep breath, and then said in a low voice:


    "do you remember the props I mentioned before? You can join other players in the dungeon.


    It was originally my last inventory with Yuanbai, but I just refreshed it in the store before the last copy, so I saved two more. "


    She bit her lips, and her pale lips were stained with a little abnormal blood color, and her voice was also a little hoarse:


    "but now I''m not sure it''s going to work. "


    Mo Yi''s eyes narrowed. He knew what Jiang yuanrou meant.


    The life and death of Jiang Yuanbai in the copy is unknown. Whether the prop that can enter the copy with other players can take effect is still unknown.


    What''s more In order to know why Jiang Yuanbai did not leave the replica, Jiang yuanrou has become a candidate member of the senior member club. Although she has not yet chosen when to open the test copy, under such high-intensity harassment, Jiang yuanrou will have to make a choice sooner or later.


    However, according to Mo Yi''s experience in entering the dungeon these times, no matter which one Jiang yuanrou chooses, the next copy is not easy to fool.


    Jiang yuanrou must have understood this, her petite figure bent down, her tired pale face buried in her cold hands, and the whole person looked sad and depressed.


    And when she lifted her face from her hands, she became the elder sister of the Jiang family who was young enough to develop the whole enterprise. She was decisive and determined.


    Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath. Her big light brown eyes regained her sense and strength. She looked at Mo Yi with a low voice but determined:


    "I''m such a brother. I owe him a lot from childhood to adulthood. Even if I hope to be shallow, I can''t ignore him."


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang yuanrou''s resolute face, and a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes.


    Jiang yuanrou straightened up with a straight back like a javelin, without any previous decline.


    "You are the first player I have ever seen who has survived after becoming a candidate member. Therefore, I come to you this time and ask for your help in my name, Jiang yuanrou."


    Jiang Yuan Rou stopped and continued: "the props purchased in the game can''t be traded between players, but the game points can be transferred to other players."


    Although Mo Yi''s face is still, but the bottom of his heart is a shock.


    Jiang yuanrou slightly lowered her eyes. On her calm face, she was only rational and cautious of the businessman. She continued to say to herself:


    "of course, the authority to transfer points is also obtained by exchanging points - I am willing to exchange 70% of all points I get in this game for you to accompany me into the next copy. If you can save Yuanbai, I will After the experience of the copy of the points will be extracted to you 50%


    It''s a very good condition - it''s even bleeding.


    After that, Jiang yuanrou took out another small gray box from her pocket. After opening it, there was a small glass ball, which was shining brilliantly under the light.


    She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yi and explained:


    "this is the item exchanged in the game, which can be regarded as a contract, which can guarantee the fulfillment of my promise in the future, and guarantee that I will not do anything to hinder the contract, such as unfavorable to you, etc


    Mo Yi dropped his eyes, gently rubbed his fingers at the soft and delicate edge of the cup, and then said coldly:


    "you can keep the points before you."


    Jiang yuanrou was surprised at first. She didn''t expect that the price would be pushed down by someone bargaining. Then, she seemed to realize something, and her face showed some excitement:


    " You agreed? "


    Mo Yi nodded and raised his eyes to Jiang yuanrou. His eyes were tinged with a faint smile:


    "anyway, Jiang Yuanbai is my friend."


    After the conversation, Jiang yuanrou drove Mo Yi back to his apartment and drove away after the lights in his room were turned on.


    Mo Yi took off the thin windbreaker he was wearing outside and hung it on the hanger. With a cool face, he lifted the curtain with his fingertips and watched Jiang yuanrou''s car lights getting farther and farther away.


    Behind him came a familiar low voice:


    "your decision is very interesting."


    Mo Yi hears the voice to twist head, see only hears Chen to stand in the porch of the room, with that pair of light gray eyes to gaze at him deeply.


    The tall and tall body is tall and straight, and the bright light flows down from his head. The facial features with deep outline are handsome and classical. In the shadow of the light, it looks like a stone carving, with a strong evil spirit and a sense of aggression.Mo Yi smiles and doesn''t answer. He just puts down the curtain on his fingertips and turns to sit down in front of the sofa.


    Wen Chen walks to him in front of, sat down beside him, light colored eyeball attentively looks at him.


    Mo Yi gazed down at his pale fingertips and said casually:


    "Jiang yuanrou represents resources. In reality or in the game, just accepting her points is equivalent to binding her to my side. Why not


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 Chapter 160

    I have a little better cold today, so I can probably replace it a little earlier.


    After these days, we should be able to resume the normal update time. Thank you for your understanding


    I love you.


    in the last copy she and Jiang Yuanbai experienced, although they did not open the branch line, they still managed to hold on to the end of the countdown. However, just at the end of that copy, Jiang Yuanbai suddenly turned pale, Murmured to himself:


    "what I didn''t finish --! "


    Before he finished his words and Jiang yuanrou didn''t have time to react, the countdown of that copy returned to zero. When she opened her eyes again, she would have returned to the real world -


    but Jiang Yuanbai did not.


    Therefore, Jiang yuanrou began to look for him. Although she has gradually transferred her power over the past few years, she still has a lot of resources and human resources that can be mobilized. At first, Jiang Yuanbai was lucky enough to hide from Jiang yuanrou, so under her full search, she soon found out his original whereabouts.


    Not long after Mo Yi left city a, he also reserved a flight ticket to city A.


    Everything is clear.


    The previous doubts can no longer stop her. Jiang yuanrou finds the real place corresponding to the original copy she has experienced in a hurry, and then does not hesitate to look for clues.


    As a result, she became a candidate for the senior member club.


    After listening to Jiang yuanrou''s story, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something. He frowned and asked, "so What did you choose for the membership test? Do you want to open it immediately or actively after? "


    Jiang yuanrou showed a bitter smile: "I didn''t choose."


    Mo Yi a Leng: "no choice?"


    Jiang yuanrou nodded and took a sip of the half cold water in the cup. Her face was almost paler than the cup in her hand:


    "yes, I think there is a trap in this question, so I have no choice, so it has been in my mind for a long time, asking the same question again and again whether the next copy will open the membership test.


    I haven''t slept for two days because of the noise. "


    Looking at her tired face and the thick black and blue at the moment, Mo Yi sighed and helped her refill the half empty cup.


    Jiang yuanrou puts the cup in her hand on the table and makes a crisp sound. She raises her eyes and looks at Mo Yi carefully. The light brown eyes are half praying and half uneasy. She takes a deep breath and then hesitates and asks:


    "next copy, can you Help me, come with me, save yuan Bai? "


    Mo Yi frowned and asked in a confused way:


    "wait, help him out? How do you know Jiang Yuanbai is not dead? "


    Jiang Yuan as like as two peas and a small box of gray poulled from her pocket. She opened the lid, and saw a glass bead just like the one before mo. It looked cloudy, and it was as if it were covered by dust. The glass beads were shimmering red.


    She explained: "this is a prop in the game. Yuan Bai and I have one each. Black means the other is dead, and red means the other is in danger of dying."


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyes at the glass beads are somewhat complicated:


    " It''s been like this since I came back to the real world. "


    She closed the box in her hand and rubbed it twice with her thin white fingers, half attached and half reluctant, and then put it back into her pocket.


    Jiang yuanrou''s face showed a self-confident expression belonging to her. She said thoughtfully:


    "moreover, what I have done in the past few days is more than what I just said."


    Mo Yi was interested and raised his eyebrows slightly: "what else?"


    "Do you remember what I said before, those friends who have disappeared after the truth has been explored? I sent people to investigate all the information after their disappearance and found many interesting things -


    most people are like other people who died in the game, and their memory of them is slowly blurred, even they do not remember their existence. But There are still a small number of people whose relatives and friends still remember them, and they are looking for them by posting notices to the police. "


    Jiang yuanrou leans forward and stares at Mo Yi with her eyes burning. Her breath is a little short:


    "but Yuanbai belongs to this type.


    In addition to us game players, other ordinary people also remember him


    Mo Yi frowned irrefutably. On his pale face, a pair of dark eyes half squinted thoughtfully:


    "then how can you be sure that you will have Jiang Yuanbai in your next copy?"


    Jiang yuanrou''s shoulders suddenly collapsed. She closed her eyes a little tired. Her petite body fell into the dark sofa, looking more and more thin and fragile¡°¡­¡­ I''m not sure. "


    Mo Yi pursed her lips, knowing that she must still have the following. After all, Jiang yuanrou, as a person with such status and ability, is somewhat certain to meet him in such a weak posture and ask him to join her in the next copy.


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyelashes trembled, her pale lips opened and closed several times, took a deep breath, and then said in a low voice:


    "do you remember the props I mentioned before? You can join other players in the dungeon.


    It was originally my last inventory with Yuanbai, but I just refreshed it in the store before the last copy, so I saved two more. "


    She bit her lips, and her pale lips were stained with a little abnormal blood color, and her voice was also a little hoarse:


    "but now I''m not sure it''s going to work. "


    Mo Yi''s eyes narrowed. He knew what Jiang yuanrou meant.


    The life and death of Jiang Yuanbai in the copy is unknown. Whether the prop that can enter the copy with other players can take effect is still unknown.


    What''s more In order to know why Jiang Yuanbai did not leave the replica, Jiang yuanrou has become a candidate member of the senior member club. Although she has not yet chosen when to open the test copy, under such high-intensity harassment, Jiang yuanrou will have to make a choice sooner or later.


    However, according to Mo Yi''s experience in entering the dungeon these times, no matter which one Jiang yuanrou chooses, the next copy is not easy to fool.


    Jiang yuanrou must have understood this, her petite figure bent down, her tired pale face buried in her cold hands, and the whole person looked sad and depressed.


    And when she lifted her face from her hands, she became the elder sister of the Jiang family who was young enough to develop the whole enterprise. She was decisive and determined.


    Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath. Her big light brown eyes regained her sense and strength. She looked at Mo Yi with a low voice but determined:


    "I''m such a brother. I owe him a lot from childhood to adulthood. Even if I hope to be shallow, I can''t ignore him."


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang yuanrou''s resolute face, and a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes.


    Jiang yuanrou straightened up with a straight back like a javelin, without any previous decline.


    "You are the first player I have ever seen who has survived after becoming a candidate member. Therefore, I come to you this time and ask for your help in my name, Jiang yuanrou."


    Jiang Yuan Rou stopped and continued: "the props purchased in the game can''t be traded between players, but the game points can be transferred to other players."


    Although Mo Yi''s face is still, but the bottom of his heart is a shock.


    Jiang yuanrou slightly lowered her eyes. On her calm face, she was only rational and cautious of the businessman. She continued to say to herself:


    "of course, the authority to transfer points is also obtained by exchanging points - I am willing to exchange 70% of all points I get in this game for you to accompany me into the next copy. If you can save Yuanbai, I will After the experience of the copy of the points will be extracted to you 50%


    It''s a very good condition - it''s even bleeding.


    After that, Jiang yuanrou took out another small gray box from her pocket. After opening it, there was a small glass ball, which was shining brilliantly under the light.


    She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yi and explained:


    "this is the item exchanged in the game, which can be regarded as a contract, which can guarantee the fulfillment of my promise in the future, and guarantee that I will not do anything to hinder the contract, such as unfavorable to you, etc


    Mo Yi dropped his eyes, gently rubbed his fingers at the soft and delicate edge of the cup, and then said coldly:


    "you can keep the points before you."


    Jiang yuanrou was surprised at first. She didn''t expect that the price would be pushed down by someone bargaining. Then, she seemed to realize something, and her face showed some excitement:


    " You agreed? "


    Mo Yi nodded and raised his eyes to Jiang yuanrou. His eyes were tinged with a faint smile:


    "anyway, Jiang Yuanbai is my friend."


    After the conversation, Jiang yuanrou drove Mo Yi back to his apartment and drove away after the lights in his room were turned on.


    Mo Yi took off the thin windbreaker he was wearing outside and hung it on the hanger. With a cool face, he lifted the curtain with his fingertips and watched Jiang yuanrou''s car lights getting farther and farther away.


    Behind him came a familiar low voice:


    "your decision is very interesting."


    Mo Yi hears the voice to twist head, see only hears Chen to stand in the porch of the room, with that pair of light gray eyes to gaze at him deeply.


    The tall and tall body is tall and straight, and the bright light flows down from his head. The facial features with deep outline are handsome and classical. In the shadow of the light, it looks like a stone carving, with a strong evil spirit and a sense of aggression.Mo Yi smiles and doesn''t answer. He just puts down the curtain on his fingertips and turns to sit down in front of the sofa.


    Wen Chen walks to him in front of, sat down beside him, light colored eyeball attentively looks at him.


    Mo Yi gazed down at his pale fingertips and said casually:


    "Jiang yuanrou represents resources. In reality or in the game, just accepting her points is equivalent to binding her to my side. Why not


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 Chapter 161

    The food in delicate dishes is like water flowing to the table. The melodious music is flowing quietly in the fragrant air, and the crisp jingling sound of cup and plate collision rings in the banquet.


    Mo Yi drooped her eyes and sipped the amber wine in the cup and looked around the whole room without trace.


    In the shadow near the door stood the Butler''s thin figure, a pale face hidden in the dark, if you do not look carefully, it is almost impossible to find his existence.


    All the players at the table seem to be absent-minded. Although the color and smell of food in the porcelain plate are particularly attractive, maybe there are too many things happening today, so most players do not seem to have much appetite. They just mechanically cut the things in the plate with their knives and forks, and then send the small pieces into the entrance.


    Mo Yi takes back his sight. His eyes pass through the door of the room carelessly. He can''t help but give a slight pause.


    The shadow near the door was shrouded in a thick darkness, but it could still be seen that there was no one there.


    He was stunned and blinked slowly. For a moment, he couldn''t believe his eyes.


    Clearly The housekeeper was here just now.


    Mo Yi instantly recalled the housekeeper who disappeared at dinner last night. Although he was not in the banquet room at that time, seeing the housekeeper close the door of the banquet hall at the door was the last time he saw him that night.


    He thoughtfully pasted the cold edge of the glass to his lips, but he did not drink it.


    Although Mo Yi is really curious about where the housekeeper went and what he did during the period of his disappearance, under the present situation, he wants to know what he can do with this period of time


    Mo Yi put down the glass in his hand, reached out to find the servant standing on the side and asked softly:


    "do you have any whiskey


    The servant nodded respectfully, turned and left less than half a minute later, he came back with whisky. Mo Yi raised his hand to pick it up. However, Mo Yi accidentally touched the silver knife on the ground, which made a dull noise on the carpet floor. The servant bent down to pick it up, but Mo Yi stopped him. He calmly replied, "I come, you go and get another pair."


    The servant looked at Mo Yi with dark eyes for a long time. Then he went back to the locked glass cabinet in the corner of the room to get a clean knife and fork, and replaced it skillfully.


    Mo Yi picked up the dirty knife and handed it to him.


    The waiter''s eyes turned slowly on the table. It seemed that he didn''t find anything unusual. So he politely took over the dirty knife and fork in Mo Yi''s hand, bowed respectfully, and then backed back to the place where he had just stood and waited quietly.


    Mo Yi was just passing over. He put the whisky in his hand to his lips and took a sip. His eyebrows frowned subconsciously. Then he wiped his mouth with his napkin and spit the liquor in his mouth quietly.


    He replaced the glass in his hand and pushed it away with his fingertips without a trace.


    And Wen Chen then naturally stretched out his hand to put the whisky in front of him and pushed the fruit wine belonging to Mo Yi in the past.


    Mo Yi asked in a very low voice: -- Have you got it? "


    Wen Chen nodded gently, a little cold touch touched the back of Mo Yi''s hand, which naturally fell to his side. He raised his hand to take it - it was a silver knife wrapped in a thin napkin.


    Mo Yi quietly took the knife, and put it close to the arm hidden in his sleeve, the shirt close to the skin wrapped it firmly, and the complicated decoration of the cuffs of the Victorian Dress concealed its existence.


    I''m afraid it''s very difficult for players to take things out of the room so easily. At the same time, Mo Yi asked Wen Chen before. Due to the limitation of the copy itself, Wen Chen can''t take the initiative to participate in too much. Although it''s not impossible to directly open the cupboard with tableware, it will lead to a certain degree of copy backfire - so he played a little tricks to reveal Some omissions or bad intentions, so that the waiter will all focus on their own body, and Wen Chen can take the opportunity to open the door to pick up new tableware, secretly take something, so that he is not active invasion, but just a hole in the hole.


    Exquisite dishes were sent to the long table and placed in front of everyone. After the main course was eaten, the maid immediately served the dessert.


    Time passed by like a stream of water, but so far, the process of the dinner has not changed much.


    Mo Yi frowned and raised her eyes around the room. The housekeeper still didn''t come back. Everything seemed peaceful and peaceful.


    Other players are also obviously a little impatient, the atmosphere began to slightly agitate up.


    Li Wang, sitting on the other side away from Mo Yi, had the most obvious facial expression. He stretched out his hand and pulled his tight bow tie. Then he called a man servant and asked in a volume that everyone else could hear: "so what are we going to do tonight? We have to be dressed so badlyThe servant''s face was stiff and pale, but his voice sounded gentle and polite: "there''s a dance tonight, sir."


    The ball?


    Mo Yi was stunned. After a second''s delay, he realized that someone had asked his question. The servant looked at the player and said in the same respectful tone: "yes, from tonight on, Mr. de Claus and Mrs. de Claus will hold a grand dance party for their newlyweds for three consecutive days. After dinner, they will lead you there."


    Everyone looked at each other, and they saw the same bewilderment on each other''s faces. They ate the food on the plate with their heads down. More than ten minutes later, through the thick wall and the closed door, the vague bell rang.


    When the clock struck eight times, Mo Yi looked down at his watch -- it was just eight o''clock in the evening.


    The servant, who had just explained, came forward and took the people who had been eating dinner for a long time and went to the deep of the room.


    There is a tall bronze gate in the deep of the room. It is depicted with exquisite relief. It is not clear to see under the dim light. The servant reaches out and pushes the door open. Mo Yi''s eyes look into the door through his shoulder.


    The walls and ceiling are deep dark red color. The floor is covered with bright red carpet. Under the light, it looks like a velvet texture. The whole room is like being immersed in blood, as if everything is blood red. There is no window in the spacious room. The low ceiling makes the whole room look depressed and closed, which makes people gasp.


    Scattered in the room are several white marble statues, standing in different forms in the corner, even their pale bodies are reflected a faint red.


    The whole room looks weird - but on top of that, there''s all the leisure and luxury that a high society Prom salon needs, whether it''s wine or fine food.


    The male servant stood at the door, bent down deeply and motioned inward. However, the players hesitated. Looking at the strange atmosphere in the room, they were afraid to step forward.


    Players do not move, the man does not move, both sides seem to be static sculpture general rigid, the atmosphere is tight and dead.


    Finally, * *, biting his teeth, took the lead to walk in, and other players followed him to the room.


    When the last player entered the room, the bronze door closed slowly, and the melodious music sounded as if there was an induction. However, Mo Yi looked around the room and could not find anyone to play the music. However, the music sounded so clearly in his ears, as if playing in the room.


    The players stood quietly in the room, staring at each other at a loss.


    One player asked in a low voice, "I''m afraid What now? "


    **He took a deep breath and replied with a pretence of ease: "take a step and see a step."


    Suddenly, just at this moment, Mo Yi seemed to notice something. He walked into the room, squinting his eyes and looking at the nearest marble statue.


    The stone statues in front of them are different from those outside the door. Their muscle texture is not prominent or body-building, their faces are not profound, and their movements are not as artistic and dynamic as other marble statues in the house. Moreover I don''t know why. Mo Yi always feels familiar with the marble statue in front of him.


    At this time, he was stunned, and then turned to count the number of marble statues in the room:


    one, two, three, four There are four stone statues.


    And four players died in two days - is that a coincidence?


    While he was observing, suddenly, there was a scream behind him, and an unusual riot broke out in the crowd.


    Mo Yi was startled. He turned his head and looked behind him. He saw a player standing closest to the door screaming in a panic. However, his limbs couldn''t move any more. He could only see the blue veins on his neck protruding with force, his face red and his eyes spitting out. He cried out in despair: "help me! help me!! I can''t move


    From his legs, thighs, waist and chest, everything became hard and pale, which made people feel chilly.


    But in just a few minutes, a living player becomes a marble statue.


    The crowd was stunned and silent.


    Mo Yi wrung his brow in meditation and walked forward quickly. He tentatively bent his fingers and knocked on the shoulder of the player who had become a marble statue.


    There was a thumping sound.


    Behind him came a voice of shock and anger What the hell are you doing? Do you have any -- "


    Mo Yi frowned impatiently and said coldly," shut up. "


    The two short, loud words, with a sense of oppression that people can''t resist, make the * * involuntarily stop.


    Mo Yi attentively listened to the music in his ear. He changed a tune, which seems to have changed since that player began to petrify.He turned away with his lips pressed, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he could not help but give a slight pause.


    The four marble statues in different shapes just now changed their positions at the same time. They stood in their original position, facing the people with the pale and colorless hard face hole, and their pale eyes and eyes were staring at the people coldly. They looked strange and terrible.


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 Chapter 162

    Other players seem to notice something wrong, turn around and follow Mo Yi''s eyes to look back, but then straight on the white marble statue, can''t help but be shocked, stiff looking back at the marble like cold and hard face.


    But Mo Yi is thinking about another thing.


    He recalled that he had seen marble statues moving in the hall before If he had read it correctly, would the other marble statues in the house have been changed by the living people?


    So, this brings up a more critical problem.


    If so, are those marbles made by the players who once entered the dungeon, or by the pre-existing living people in the dungeon?


    Mo Yi''s brows tightly frown, and stare thoughtfully at the rigid and strange marble statue in front of him.


    The air in the room was so tight that the stagnant air was choked by the rich fragrance. Besides the melodious and cheerful tunes that never stopped, it was a dead silence.


    At this time, the statues in front of him suddenly moved -


    their movements were stiff and unnatural, but they were obviously moving. Mo Yi felt that all the players'' nerves and bodies around him were tense, It was as if they were looking for an opportunity to escape - but they were in the closed, unobstructed room in front of them at the same time.


    So players can only secretly watch the statue in front of them, hoping to seize some opportunities.


    I saw the statue in front of me in a face-to-face manner, with hard and hard arms on each other''s body. It looks like It was as if I was about to start dancing.


    But then, they stay in this position, as if they had never moved and had been in this form from beginning to end.


    People stare at the statue in front of them, and look around the room with vigilance, waiting for the possible changes and dangers in the next second.


    However, Mo Yi was stunned. Then he looked at the marble statue in front of him more attentively, and listened to the happy and melodious music in his ear. The music seemed to have just entered a new paragraph, and the changes between the notes seemed to be more intense and lively, and then it became relaxed, as if it was about to enter the final chapter.


    He suddenly raised his voice and said, "dance."


    These two short words are fleeting, but Mo Yi''s voice is firm and powerful, which immediately attracts everyone''s attention.


    Players suddenly realize that the music played in the dance and the movements of these statues suggest what they should do now Dance!


    The atmosphere of this room is too weird and depressing, and the fixed thinking has hindered players'' thinking. Instead of thinking about the hints given by the copy, the room only cares about the dangers that may come next.


    But after Mo Yi wakes them up, they wake up in an instant and begin to look for their partner in a panic.


    Mo Yi slowly exhaled a breath, subconsciously looking at his side.


    I saw in a chaotic sound and color noise, Wen Chen is standing in place, quietly watching himself.


    It is like an eternal stone in the impact of chaotic torrent, or a thick shadow tearing apart the changes of light and shadow in the room.


    Wen Chen stepped forward slowly. His body was tall and straight, his face was handsome and calm, and he was wearing an ancient and complicated dress, which made people feel confused for a time. He stretched out his right arm gracefully, his slender white palm extended, and his light gray eyes flashed under the light and asked:


    "may I?"


    Mo Yi''s sight is slightly stunned, and his lips are tinged with a slight smile. He puts his palm on Wen Chen''s hand and replies softly:


    "as you "Wish."


    the smile on Wen Chen''s face was a little more real. He folded his fingers and held Mo Yi''s palm in the palm of his palm, and then drew him close to himself. Then, he led Mo Yi''s palm on his thin waist, while he put Mo Yi''s shoulder on him. His four eyes were opposite, his nose was intertwined, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.


    The war and noise in my ears seemed to fade away like the tide, and everything was quiet.


    Mo Yi drooped his eyes, tightened his lips tightly, and murmured and cursed.


    Wen Chen didn''t seem to think that Mo Yi''s reaction would be like this. He couldn''t help being slightly stunned. He asked nervously, "what''s the matter?"


    Mo Yi raised his eyes, deeply looked into Wen Chen''s pale eyes, and then suddenly approached Wen Chen''s lips and pecked at them. Then he quickly backed back with a mysterious smile on his face:


    "nothing."


    Wen Chen is Leng first Leng Leng, the corner of the lip is difficult to restrain to rise up, almost instantaneously put the question behind him, and then out of control revealed a silly smile that was inconsistent with his cold face.The two stood together in the same tall and straight figure and the same color dress, although they still looked harmonious and matched in this room which was as red as blood.


    At this time, the sound of music in my ear is slowly quieting down, and then a new tune rings. At the moment when the new note falls, there is a piercing scream in my ear.


    Mo Yi''s eyes moved, his steps changed slightly with the change of music, and looked in the direction of the sound.


    In the middle of the dance floor, there was a player whose face was frightened and flustered, searching everywhere. The familiar pale white slowly spread on their bodies. Even though he tried to struggle and move his body, his feet were firmly nailed to the ground, and then quickly became one of the numerous marble statues in full view of the public.


    It''s obvious that he''s dancing.


    The player who was dancing with him stepped back in an instant, but as soon as she let go, the hard and pale color began to spread on her body. She screamed and prayed, but still turned into a marble figure in fear and despair.


    Within five minutes, two more people died.


    A new flurry of panic surged up in the crowd like a wave. While they continued to dance rigidly, they whispered to each other, and their faces were unabashed with panic. Now what the players are facing is not a visible monster, but an invisible and silent threat. This kind of unpredictable sense of crisis is like a dark cloud over the heads of people, just like it is I don''t know when the blade on my neck will panic.


    Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, also some surprised raised eyebrows, he used only Wen Chen can hear the voice said:


    "can we get closer?"


    Wen Chen nods, two people dance to that pair of marble statue without trace ground.


    Mo Yi watched the two marble statues carefully while walking along with the music. However, in the process of dancing, it was difficult for Mo Yi to release his hand and fully observe the two killed players, so he had to dance with Wen Chen beside the two statues, observing in the interval of turning, but As like as two peas, the two statues are just like other marble figures, and no difference is seen at all.


    Time goes by like this. When Mo Yi is at a loss, he just stops listening to the music in his ear. The dance hall is silent and seems to have no intention to ring again.


    Some of them stood at a loss in the middle of the room. Some of their stiff hands were still on their partners. They didn''t know whether to stop or to continue. Their eyes fell on the two statues that appeared at the beginning of the room. They didn''t know when to change their posture. Their stiff arms moved away from each other''s bodies, and the dancing posture disappeared.


    It was only then that we were convinced - it was probably the interval.


    Players have released their partners, but still dare not let each other too far away from themselves, for fear that the music will ring again without warning, and it will be too late to find their own partners.


    Mo Yi quickly walked to the two marble statues, frowned and looked at them from top to bottom.


    Their naked skin looks pale and hard under the light, and their faces are still vividly frozen with fear before they die. People who do not know may think that this is a masterpiece of some master, which makes people shudder.


    But the dress didn''t change into stone, but it was still set on the body of the stone figure.


    Mo Yi walked slowly around the stone statue, his lips were tight, his face was heavy, and he seemed to be puzzled.


    At this time, his pace suddenly slightly stopped, and a particularly reasonable conjecture appeared in his mind. Mo Yi was stunned. Then he quickly walked to the person who first became a marble statue. Then he reached into his arms and groped for something from top to bottom.


    No.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows curled up and walked quickly to the other marble statue, groping on him --


    found it!


    As soon as his eyes lit up, he slowly took out what he had found from the inner pocket of the marble statue with his fingers:


    it was a delicate gold stamping paper, with faint dark lines flashing in the light, and on it were several familiar lines of handwriting - the wedding invitation!


    The eyes of other players were attracted by Mo Yi''s actions, and were stunned instantly after seeing what he had in his hands.


    **He walked quickly to the first man who turned into a marble statue and searched. After a minute, he turned around and shook his head slowly.


    There was no invitation card with him.


    The breath of the crowd was breathed for a moment, and the pale and strange housekeeper''s words appeared in his heart:


    "you must have received the invitation, please keep it well."


    However, for such a long time, this copy did not appear any time to use the invitation. Many players who were not very experienced gradually despised it. It happened that the dinner party today needed to change clothes, so they did not bring the invitation.Several of the players'' faces have turned white - they stagger back a few steps, their legs so weak that they can only stand upright with their hands on the table.


    And worst of all, once the music starts, people who stop dancing will die, and those who don''t have an invitation will suffer the same fate.


    The atmosphere in the room was instantly dignified, and the vigilant expression was revealed from everyone''s eyes.


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 Chapter 163

    Everyone in the room has a heavy heart in their eyes. There is a strong sense of vigilance and panic in the deep eyes. Players stand rigidly in place, and the room is in a dead silence for a time.


    At this time, Mo Yi seems to be aware of something, he quickly swept the players in the room, and then slightly stunned.


    Wait No.


    Mo Yi''s face slowly became dignified. He narrowed his eyes and looked at all the players who normally stood in the room, counting the number of players silently in his heart. Now there are only 15 players standing in the hall.


    There are 23 players in this copy, including him. Four of them died in these two days. Three people in the dance hall have turned into marble statues. Now there should be 16 players left in the hall.


    So, where''s the player who didn''t go?


    Mo Yi''s brows are locked, and his eyes slowly slide across the faces of the players standing in the hall - they all seem to be looking at each other with vigilance, and no one notices when there is a person missing in the room.


    The dance partners of those players who forgot to bring their invitation cards are now quietly far away from the few faceless players, and then they begin to look for other partners again. The players with sweat and pale faces seem to be in despair, In the dark eyes, the unique fierce light of the people in the desperate situation is lit up. They stare at all the people except themselves, and some even stare at the redundant invitation card found from the dead players in Mo Yi''s hands with covetous eyes.


    Other players are not blind, they slowly back away from them, showing a look of defense and vigilance.


    The air slowly filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, the atmosphere was almost explosive.


    Seeing that things are going to be irreversible, Mo Yi can''t help but frown slightly - now the number of players has been reduced too much, and now can''t be indulged.


    He stepped forward slowly and said, "everyone, calm down first."


    Mo Yi''s voice is not big, but it is particularly abrupt in the dead hall. All the people''s eyes are attracted to him. Mo Yi''s face is calm. He slowly unfolds the redundant invitation card in his hand. His clean and white fingers gently place on the paper, and says faintly:


    "each invitation card has its own Names, even if you get someone else''s invitation, I''m afraid it won''t help. "


    His articulation is clear and gentle, and his black eyes are quiet, which makes people follow his thoughts involuntarily.


    "How do you know?" a desperate player retorted! It''s not you who are going to die! "


    Mo Yi shook his head slowly and replied, "haven''t you found it? This room doesn''t kill all the players who don''t have invitation cards. Instead, they choose one player to kill each time they start a new song. Up to now, there have been three songs played, and now it is... "


    He pauses and looks down at his watch: "it''s nine forty-six."


    Mo Yi looked around the quiet players and continued: "we entered this room about a little more than eight o''clock. After subtracting the rest time just now, each song is about 20 minutes long. According to the housekeeper''s statement yesterday, we need to return to our respective rooms at 11 o''clock, so the dance will definitely end before 11 o''clock It means... "


    Before his voice dropped, a senior player on the side took over the beginning of the speech: "then, if you don''t count the rest time, there should be two more songs..."


    Mo Yi nodded, then turned to look at the players whose faces had changed a little bit and said:


    "so, you see, it''s not lifeless, but -"


    as soon as he turned his words, he gently rubbed the thin invitation card with his fingers, and said slowly, "in this level of dance, it''s a great offense to use others'' invitation cards, and no one will Know the consequences of embezzlement or Punishment. "


    Mo Yi''s eyes stopped on the players, and then held the edge of the invitation with his fingers and handed it out --


    "so, anyone want to try it?"


    No one answered, and no one came forward. Even the player who had said something against Mo Yi had a timid silence on his face. The faces of those players who were desperate just now are not as pale and bloodless as they were just now, and their reason seems to be slowly returning. Everyone''s eyes flashed with contemplative look


    Mo Yi took back his eyes with satisfaction, stepped forward, put his invitation card back into the arms of the player who had become a marble statue, and then stepped back a few steps and stood back The position of talent.


    At this time, his light suddenly aimed at something, could not help but slightly, looking in that direction.


    In the middle of the vacant dance hall, I don''t know when a player''s figure appeared. His body was stiff and straight standing in the middle of the empty hall. There was a bright rose pinned on the chest of the dress, which stood out from the dark cloth.Mo Yi was stunned and quickly looked at the other players in the hall and counted them silently in the bottom of his heart --


    sixteen players.


    Now the player standing in the middle of the room should be the one who disappeared after entering the dance hall.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observed the man standing in the center of the hall, and saw that his face and lips were pale to the point of no blood color. There was no expression on his gold paper like face, and a pair of empty eyes without focus looked straight to the distance, as if he had been caught by a nightmare, and looked strange.


    The voices of other people slowly faded down, and gradually noticed that the man who did not know when he had appeared in the hall was watching him with vigilance.


    Just then, the man moved.


    He slowly turned to his side, his empty eyes looking straight into the air around him. Then he made a graceful and dignified salute and slowly extended his right hand to the air.


    The crowd watched the strange scene in front of them, and there was a strange silence in the air.


    The man held his hands in a virtual way, as if to draw the air closer, and then he put his arm across the air and made a dance.


    The sound of music slowly sounded in the air, and we all ran to our partners as if we were just waking up from a dream. Then we danced slowly with our own dance accompanied by music.


    The familiar scream and hissing sounded behind him, but Mo Yi didn''t intend to turn around and look. He just danced on the dance floor with Wen Chen embracing each other, and put his whole attention on the man who danced in the middle of the dance floor and the air.


    Players are cautious not to approach, leaving a circle of empty space around the man, and the stiff and unnatural player is embracing the air in front of him, dancing in the blank hall.


    Whether it is the forward and backward step, the pause and rotation of heel and toe, or the position and placement of arms, it is like he hugs a real person in his arms.


    Mo Yi looked at him with his spare light. At this moment, he seemed to think of something -


    he pressed his palm slightly on Wen Chen''s waist, his wrist slightly downward, and slowly let the silver knife hidden in his sleeve slide out and slide into his palm silently with the clever force and action of friction.


    Mo Yi takes advantage of the time of rotation, the upper part of his body is close to Wen Chen, with the posture of embracing, cleverly borrows from the back of Wen Chen, and forcefully removes the napkin wrapped on the blade, and then inserts the napkin into the sleeve of his other hand.


    He carefully separated the palm of his hand from Wen Chen''s waist, and stuck the back of the silver knife in his palm to prevent being cut.


    he heard Chen''s deep voice from his ear, and the slightly moist breath was spitting on the earlobe:


    "don''t worry, you won''t be hurt."


    Mo Yi was stunned. Tentatively, he touched the blade with his finger. It was hard and round. It seemed that something wrapped the blade. He looked down with the remaining light, and saw that the blade was covered with a layer of dark gray film, so that even if he touched the blade, he would not be hurt.


    He hooked his lips and said in a low voice, "thank you."


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen are close to the man''s side without trace. He carefully uses the silver knife face to shine on the man. ¡ª¡ªHowever, the movements and dance steps made it difficult to stabilize the ups and downs of his hands, and the man did not always stay in the same place, which made Mo Yi''s intention extremely difficult.


    He could only try to fix his wrist while trying to stop the man''s moving figure on the narrow surface of the silver knife.


    The music in my ear changed to a new one - a new victim appeared, but it was obvious that no one had stopped or even changed their face.


    This new music is more soothing. The player embraces the air and slowly shakes his dance steps slowly -


    Mo Yi finally successfully prints the man''s shaking body on his knife.


    The silver surface of the knife is slightly curved, reflecting a silver light, so that everything printed in it is slightly distorted and blurred. I saw in that player''s stiff outstretched and curved arms, a pale figure appeared in the void.


    Mo Yi tightly tightened his fingers, made the knife slide into his sleeve again, and then moved naturally around Wen Chen again. With the music and his slow moving steps --


    the next time, the sound of the music finally stopped slowly, the melodious aftersound was floating in the air, and the people''s bodies stopped ¡£


    Mo Yi looked at the center of the hall, and saw that the player''s rigid and straight body seemed to be pulled away from him as soon as the music disappeared. It was also like that the silk thread on the limbs of a puppet was cut by something invisible.


    The man fell to the floor with a bang.


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 Chapter 164

    Today, I made up a whole day in the library, and I didn''t have time to code the words.


    in the morning of this evening, I made up an update


    only a lot more words


    next, Jiang yuanrou told Mo Yi the whole story.


    In the last copy she and Jiang Yuanbai experienced, although they did not open the branch line, they still managed to hold on to the end of the countdown. However, at the end of that copy, Jiang Yuanbai suddenly turned pale and muttered to himself:


    "what I didn''t finish --! "


    Before he finished his words and Jiang yuanrou didn''t have time to react, the countdown of that copy returned to zero. When she opened her eyes again, she would have returned to the real world -


    but Jiang Yuanbai did not.


    Therefore, Jiang yuanrou began to look for him. Although she has gradually transferred her power over the past few years, she still has a lot of resources and human resources that can be mobilized. At first, Jiang Yuanbai was lucky enough to hide from Jiang yuanrou, so under her full search, she soon found out his original whereabouts.


    Not long after Mo Yi left city a, he also reserved a flight ticket to city A.


    Everything is clear.


    The previous doubts can no longer stop her. Jiang yuanrou finds the real place corresponding to the original copy she has experienced in a hurry, and then does not hesitate to look for clues.


    As a result, she became a candidate for the senior member club.


    After listening to Jiang yuanrou''s story, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something. He frowned and asked, "so What did you choose for the membership test? Do you want to open it immediately or actively after? "


    Jiang yuanrou showed a bitter smile: "I didn''t choose."


    Mo Yi a Leng: "no choice?"


    Jiang yuanrou nodded and took a sip of the half cold water in the cup. Her face was almost paler than the cup in her hand:


    "yes, I think there is a trap in this question, so I have no choice, so it has been in my mind for a long time, asking the same question again and again whether the next copy will open the membership test.


    I haven''t slept for two days because of the noise. "


    Looking at her tired face and the thick black and blue at the moment, Mo Yi sighed and helped her refill the half empty cup.


    Jiang yuanrou puts the cup in her hand on the table and makes a crisp sound. She raises her eyes and looks at Mo Yi carefully. The light brown eyes are half praying and half uneasy. She takes a deep breath and then hesitates and asks:


    "next copy, can you Help me, come with me, save yuan Bai? "


    Mo Yi frowned and asked in a confused way:


    "wait, help him out? How do you know Jiang Yuanbai is not dead? "


    Jiang Yuan as like as two peas and a small box of gray poulled from her pocket. She opened the lid, and saw a glass bead just like the one before mo. It looked cloudy, and it was as if it were covered by dust. The glass beads were shimmering red.


    She explained: "this is a prop in the game. Yuan Bai and I have one each. Black means the other is dead, and red means the other is in danger of dying."


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyes at the glass beads are somewhat complicated:


    " It''s been like this since I came back to the real world. "


    She closed the box in her hand and rubbed it twice with her thin white fingers, half attached and half reluctant, and then put it back into her pocket.


    Jiang yuanrou''s face showed a self-confident expression belonging to her. She said thoughtfully:


    "moreover, what I have done in the past few days is more than what I just said."


    Mo Yi was interested and raised his eyebrows slightly: "what else?"


    "Do you remember what I said before, those friends who have disappeared after the truth has been explored? I sent people to investigate all the information after their disappearance and found many interesting things -


    most people are like other people who died in the game, and their memory of them is slowly blurred, even they do not remember their existence. But There are still a small number of people whose relatives and friends still remember them, and they are looking for them by posting notices to the police. "


    Jiang yuanrou leans forward and stares at Mo Yi with her eyes burning. Her breath is a little short:


    "but Yuanbai belongs to this type.


    In addition to us game players, other ordinary people also remember him


    Mo Yi frowned irrefutably. On his pale face, a pair of dark eyes half squinted thoughtfully:


    "then how can you be sure that you will have Jiang Yuanbai in your next copy?"


    Jiang yuanrou''s shoulders suddenly collapsed. She closed her eyes a little tired. Her petite body fell into the dark sofa, looking more and more thin and fragile¡°¡­¡­ I''m not sure. "


    Mo Yi pursed her lips, knowing that she must still have the following. After all, Jiang yuanrou, as a person with such status and ability, is somewhat certain to meet him in such a weak posture and ask him to join her in the next copy.


    Jiang yuanrou''s eyelashes trembled, her pale lips opened and closed several times, took a deep breath, and then said in a low voice:


    "do you remember the props I mentioned before? You can join other players in the dungeon.


    It was originally my last inventory with Yuanbai, but I just refreshed it in the store before the last copy, so I saved two more. "


    She bit her lips, and her pale lips were stained with a little abnormal blood color, and her voice was also a little hoarse:


    "but now I''m not sure it''s going to work. "


    Mo Yi''s eyes narrowed. He knew what Jiang yuanrou meant.


    The life and death of Jiang Yuanbai in the copy is unknown. Whether the prop that can enter the copy with other players can take effect is still unknown.


    What''s more In order to know why Jiang Yuanbai did not leave the replica, Jiang yuanrou has become a candidate member of the senior member club. Although she has not yet chosen when to open the test copy, under such high-intensity harassment, Jiang yuanrou will have to make a choice sooner or later.


    However, according to Mo Yi''s experience in entering the dungeon these times, no matter which one Jiang yuanrou chooses, the next copy is not easy to fool.


    Jiang yuanrou must have understood this, her petite figure bent down, her tired pale face buried in her cold hands, and the whole person looked sad and depressed.


    And when she lifted her face from her hands, she became the elder sister of the Jiang family who was young enough to develop the whole enterprise. She was decisive and determined.


    Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath. Her big light brown eyes regained her sense and strength. She looked at Mo Yi with a low voice but determined:


    "I''m such a brother. I owe him a lot from childhood to adulthood. Even if I hope to be shallow, I can''t ignore him."


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang yuanrou''s resolute face, and a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes.


    Jiang yuanrou straightened up with a straight back like a javelin, without any previous decline.


    "You are the first player I have ever seen who has survived after becoming a candidate member. Therefore, I come to you this time and ask for your help in my name, Jiang yuanrou."


    Jiang Yuan Rou stopped and continued: "the props purchased in the game can''t be traded between players, but the game points can be transferred to other players."


    Although Mo Yi''s face is still, but the bottom of his heart is a shock.


    Jiang yuanrou slightly lowered her eyes. On her calm face, she was only rational and cautious of the businessman. She continued to say to herself:


    "of course, the authority to transfer points is also obtained by exchanging points - I am willing to exchange 70% of all points I get in this game for you to accompany me into the next copy. If you can save Yuanbai, I will After the experience of the copy of the points will be extracted to you 50%


    It''s a very good condition - it''s even bleeding.


    After that, Jiang yuanrou took out another small gray box from her pocket. After opening it, there was a small glass ball, which was shining brilliantly under the light.


    She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yi and explained:


    "this is the item exchanged in the game, which can be regarded as a contract, which can guarantee the fulfillment of my promise in the future, and guarantee that I will not do anything to hinder the contract, such as unfavorable to you, etc


    Mo Yi dropped his eyes, gently rubbed his fingers at the soft and delicate edge of the cup, and then said coldly:


    "you can keep the points before you."


    Jiang yuanrou was surprised at first. She didn''t expect that the price would be pushed down by someone bargaining. Then, she seemed to realize something, and her face showed some excitement:


    " You agreed? "


    Mo Yi nodded and raised his eyes to Jiang yuanrou. His eyes were tinged with a faint smile:


    "anyway, Jiang Yuanbai is my friend."


    After the conversation, Jiang yuanrou drove Mo Yi back to his apartment and drove away after the lights in his room were turned on.


    Mo Yi took off the thin windbreaker he was wearing outside and hung it on the hanger. With a cool face, he lifted the curtain with his fingertips and watched Jiang yuanrou''s car lights getting farther and farther away.


    Behind him came a familiar low voice:


    "your decision is very interesting."


    Mo Yi hears the voice to twist head, see only hears Chen to stand in the porch of the room, with that pair of light gray eyes to gaze at him deeply.


    The tall and tall body is tall and straight, and the bright light flows down from his head. The facial features with deep outline are handsome and classical. In the shadow of the light, it looks like a stone carving, with a strong evil spirit and a sense of aggression.Mo Yi smiles and doesn''t answer. He just puts down the curtain on his fingertips and turns to sit down in front of the sofa.


    Wen Chen walks to him in front of, sat down beside him, light colored eyeball attentively looks at him.


    Mo Yi gazed down at his pale fingertips and said casually:


    "Jiang yuanrou represents resources. In reality or in the game, just accepting her points is equivalent to binding her to my side. Why not


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 Chapter 165

    Mo Yi frowned slowly. He held the door handle harder and shook it back a few times. It was as tight as steel pouring. It was as if the door panel and the wall in front of him had grown together completely. Even the sound of the door lock and the door frame didn''t come out.


    He slowly released his hand and stepped back a few steps. His face gradually became dignified.


    Wen Chen''s voice spreads from behind his: "how?"


    Mo Yi looked at the tightly closed door and replied absently: "the door It won''t work. "


    At this time, the door panel in front of me made a knock on the door.


    The percussion sound was heard in front of his eyes without warning, which made Mo Yi scared. Before he could recover his mind, the more urgent knocking sound sounded again --


    "Dong Dong Dong"!


    Mo Yi steadied his mind and walked forward slowly. Before the next knock on the door, he put his hand on the door handle and exerted a little force -


    the door handle can be moved.


    Mo Yi''s heart slightly shakes, but his face is still not obvious, he holds his breath and waits.


    At the moment of the next quick rain like knock on the door, he clenched the handle of the door and pressed it down. Then he opened the door with a sudden force!


    The knock on the door stopped abruptly.


    There was nothing at the door.


    Literally, nothing.


    The corridor in front of us has turned into countless twisted and rotating patterns. Dark red, brown, brown and yellow are mixed together. It seems that the corridor is twisted into a strange shape by an invisible hand. In the depth of this scene, there are empty and dead dark shadows, just like the spreading darkness, which makes people numb. It seems that there is something hidden in the dark The terrifying thing of the forest, quietly dormant waiting.


    It looks like It''s like what Mo Yi saw in the corridor after he was chosen as the victim of red.


    Just as Mo Yi was staring at the scene in front of him -


    a strong force grabbed the door panel from Mo Yi''s hand, and then threw it back into the door frame, making a deafening sound of "bang", which made his ears vibrate with a buzzing sound.


    There was only a moment of silence in the room.


    Mo Yi frowned, gently pinched his numb left tiger mouth with his right hand, then slowly stepped forward two steps to the door, and put his palm toward the door handle on the door panel.


    Once again, it became a solid and hard form, unable to move at all.


    Mo Yi''s brow is more tight because of doubt. He slowly opens the distance between himself and the door, and then turns to look at Wen Chen standing behind him.


    The words in his mouth haven''t come out yet, just see and hear Chen lift chin slightly toward the room, meaning to see to the bedside.


    Mo Yi is a Leng, follow Wen Chen''s eyes toward the room to see, only in his own bedside, that is, the first day put the invitation on the bedside cabinet, end upright put a small tray.


    And what he can be sure of is that when he wakes up, it is definitely not there.


    Mo Yi quickly walked past, saw a few small dishes on the tray, he lifted the lid - food.


    At least this copy won''t starve them to death.


    Mo Yi thought of it with self mockery in his heart, and then skillfully took those small dishes out of the tray, then picked up the tray and carefully looked for any possible clues.


    There seems to be nothing on the plate except the food that the copy provides to the player.


    And


    Mo Yi''s eyes lingered on the silver tray for a moment, and then moved away regretfully - and the whole tray was made of material close to the fog surface, so it could not be used as a mirror.


    He sighed silently, and thought in his heart comfortingly: anyway Even if it can reflect things, it can''t be used. After all, the things sent into the player''s room can''t be hidden. After all, they will be directly recycled by the copy after the player uses them, just like the trays and dishes delivered a few days ago.


    Mo Yi frowned and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the tray on the head of the bed, and fell into deep thinking.


    At this moment, he seemed to think of something. He suddenly got up and took out the folded invitation card by touching it in his pocket.


    I don''t know when the previous string of words has changed. The above content has become -


    "Dear Mr. Mo Yi:


    Mr. de Claus and Mrs. de Claus sincerely invite you to attend their wedding ceremony at six o''clock this evening."


    Mo Yi was staring at the words on the invitation before his eyes. His eyes stopped at "six o''clock" for a few seconds. Then he reached out and turned the invitation to his back: there was still that dark, round, round pattern on it, which was shining slightly in the light. Although he could not see the specific outline above, it seemed to be much clearer than when Mo Yi saw it before.He frowned and identified it carefully for a while, then he walked quickly to the door of the house price, and looked at the picture which had already changed beyond recognition. The red, black and white on the picture stirred together and mixed into a huge circle. It rotated in the black and gold frame, and looked like a huge eye staring at Mo Yi standing outside the painting.


    He held up the invitation card in his hand, placed it beside the picture frame and compared it with the slight changes in the outline and texture and the changes in details.


    finally convinced as like as two peas of the invitations.


    In this case, then the tattoos of the skirts on the bodies should be the same as before.


    Mo Yi folded the invitation card and put it back in his pocket. Then he stood in front of the painting with his arms in his arms. He looked at it carefully with his head tilted. He tried to understand the connotation of this too abstract picture, but he still got nothing.


    Maybe Now it''s still unfinished?


    Mo Yi frowned. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the possibility was reasonable. The picture on the invitation card was gradually becoming clearer, and the painting on the wall seemed to be gradually changing. Every time Mo Yi saw it, he would find that it was not the same as last time.


    He stepped back slowly, drawing a little distance away from the painting, trying to gaze at the painting from a distance.


    But at this time, Mo Yi felt that his back had hit something. He turned his head and looked behind him. He only saw Chen standing behind him. A pair of light colored eyes looked at him deeply under the contour of his eyebrows. In the backlight, he looked sharp and bright, as if containing thousands of words.


    Mo Yi raised his eyebrows doubtfully and asked, "what''s the matter?"


    Wen Chen pursed his lips, and his sight was a little drifting. His face was still calm and indifferent. He said in a low voice:


    "you have been wandering in the room for an hour."


    Mo YILENG Leng, looked down at his watch: like Indeed, it seems that he has been immersed in his own thoughts for a long time.


    Wen Chen stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder. The expression in his eyes was very serious:


    "and he didn''t eat."


    Mo Yi was stunned. At this moment, as if in response to what Wen Chen said, his stomach suddenly purred. At this time, Mo Yi realized the emptiness and slight colic in his stomach. He could not help but stretch out his hand to hold his stomach, his facial expression slightly distorted and nodded, and then said with some difficulty:


    " ... You''re right. "


    He turned and walked towards the dishes on the bedside table, and hastily stuffed some cold food into his stomach.


    Wen Chen a Leng, quickly step forward to come forward, stretched out his hand to press Mo Yi''s action.


    But it''s late After trying to suppress the hunger in the stomach, a new feeling of discomfort rises from the stomach - it seems that the cold food was stuffed too fast on an empty stomach, and the cold and hard food fell down in a mass in the stomach.


    Mo Yi''s brow is a little contrite to wrinkle for a moment, and then release it without trace.


    He stood up as if nothing had happened and said with a smile, "I''m full."


    After saying that, he was ready to go to the oil painting hanging at the door, but just half way away, he heard Chen pull his wrist.


    Wen Chen sighs low and low, pulls Mo Yi to the bedside to sit down, and then covers his stomach with his palm, gently and skillfully knead it for him.


    The cold temperature penetrated through the thin clothes, but Mo Yi quickly felt the relief of pain.


    He raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Wen Chen. He opened his mouth to ask what he wanted to ask, but in the next second, he changed into another word: "what''s the matter?" Thank you very much


    Wen Chen''s eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and her face looked at him with some seriousness. Her deep-seated face was a little cold:


    "I know my stomach is not good, and I can''t stop it..."


    Before he finished his words, Mo Yi couldn''t help but show a shallow smile, and his cold voice was also tinged with a little smile: "you sound like an old lady."


    The familiar feeling brought by this sentence instantly attacked two people, making them both unconsciously slightly stunned. The smile on the corner of the lip subconsciously converged and deeply stagnated each other.


    Wen Chen''s eyebrows and eyes slightly softened for a moment, then magically took out a candy from nowhere and put it into Mo Yi''s mouth. Then he went to lick his sweet lips with candy and said with a smile: "if it still hurts Want to see a rabbit? "


    Mo Yi''s brow twitched, and the unpleasant experience of watching the rabbit before surged back to his mind in a very vivid way, and slowly revealed a smile of skin and flesh:


    "no, thank you."


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 Chapter 166

    Mo Yi one Leng, turn head and Wen Chen to look at one eye, then stand up to walk toward the door.


    Sure enough, this time, the door handle can be moved again -


    just listen to the creak, the door opens inward with his pull, and the crack of the door expands gradually. Mo Yi feels the cold wind blowing from the door, like the last breath of a dying man, slowly runs across his exposed neck, making him shiver involuntarily.


    Outside is the corridor.


    The dark red soft carpet is tinted with a light yellow light by the exquisite wall lamps in the corridor. The high Baroque ceiling and walls surround it. On the floor of the door, there is a tray with brand-new dresses on it. But in addition, everything in front of you looks very familiar.


    This is Back to normal?


    Mo Yi frowns suspiciously and walks out across the tray on the ground.


    When he really stood in the corridor, he found something wrong. He saw that the corridor which should have extended to the distance was engulfed by the thick darkness, and there was no way before and after. The corridor in front of him seemed to be suspended in the deserted void, only the cold and silent wind came slowly from the void.


    Mo Yi''s eyes are slightly heavy. He looks at the darkness in front of him deeply, and then takes back his eyes.


    It seems that waiting until six o''clock this evening is the only way.


    He bent down, picked up the tray on the floor, turned and walked into his room.


    The door again slowly covered that section of the corridor, and Mo Yi''s back click closed.


    Mo Yi picked up the dress on the tray and looked at it carefully: its flowing fabric was pure black like night color, and there was no trace of variegated color, There is no unnecessary decoration and pattern on the whole dress. Even in his eyes, it looks a little simple, let alone compared with the dress provided for the dance last night - Mo Yi rubbed the soft cloth with his fingers, and gently scratched the fine stitches of the clothes - but the workmanship and fabric were still the same luxury and high-end.


    He threw the dress on the bed at random, then looked down with his arms in his arms, and couldn''t help being a little distracted.


    If the wedding is to be held at six o''clock this evening, it is reasonable to say that black, white and red should be gathered together In this case, the remaining white should have been completed. It may be that the copy will kill the player with the oil painting referring to white hanging in the room when the player and player are isolated today, but there is another possibility


    You know, last night in the ballroom, the player was turned into marble and died.


    Every time a player is killed according to the color, the player''s body will turn into the corresponding color, such as the body burned by fire, or the corpse with massive bleeding under the skin and covered with thick blood, then Does white refer to the miserable white after the player becomes a marble?


    If so, the petrifaction in the ballroom last night is selective


    Mo Yi still remembers that there were as many players as * * who didn''t bring an invitation last night, four players died because they lost their invitation cards, and three players were implicated because they didn''t have a dance partner So the players who die because of losing the invitation are not random copies, they are selective.


    He now regrets that he didn''t pay close attention to the players who died during the dance last night.


    After all, Mo Yi once read all the player''s notes and remembered them clearly. If he had paid attention to them, it would be very easy for him to sit in the seat according to the number. Now he doesn''t have to vacillate between the two possibilities.


    He stretched out his hand a little tired, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then sat down by the bed.


    Then, Mo Yi felt the cold fingers pressing on his temples. He opened his eyes and fell backward.


    Sure enough, he was caught by a cold embrace with a faint smell of pine forest.


    Wen Chen bent down and touched him lightly between his eyebrows. Then he adjusted his posture so that he could feel more comfortable.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and gazed at him. From his point of view, he could only see the beautiful lines of Wen Chen''s jaw and neck. At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and asked:


    "by the way, do you know why when the first player was petrified last night, other players who did not dance were not petrified? After all, the music had already started."


    Wen Chen slightly bowed his head - his lips came into Mo Yi''s sight - just as he was about to answer, Mo Yi interrupted him: "this question probably has nothing to do with the whole copy. I''m just curious. If you..."


    Wen Chen low ground smile a, answer a way: "really do not have much connection, so even if I reveal come out also have nothing to do with."


    Mo Yi stopped talking.


    Only heard Chen explain: "these are two sets of rules. One is that every time a new tune starts, it will kill a player who has no invitation. The other is to kill a player who does not dance at the beginning of the dance music. The first set of rules takes effect when the music is changed for the first time, and the second set of rules takes effect after the marble statue is put into a dance posture. After all, it is not in any role It''s a massacre, not a survival, "he saidMo Yi nodded thoughtfully, and then sat upright with the bed beside him. His soft hair brushed Wen Chen''s chin. Whispered:


    "that''s it." It''s not much different from his guess.


    Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Wen Chen behind him. He took a deep breath and asked, "so Are we really going to be locked up in this room until 6 p.m


    Wen Chen reached out and gently touched his chin, and in a low voice, he replied:


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 Chapter 167

    In the following time, Mo Yi almost demolished the whole room.


    No matter the thick and heavy curtains or the gaudy decorations that can be seen everywhere in the room, Mo Yizai searched carefully. Every crack that might contain clues did not escape this kind of carpet search, and was thoroughly pulled out for inspection.


    Wen Chen was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring coldly at Mo Yi, who was looking around in the room. He was lifting the porcelain in the corner of the room. He looked at the pattern on the bottom of it with his head tilted. He took a deep breath. He should not have expected too much when he heard Mo Yi say, "let''s hurry up to do something interesting.".


    At the moment, Mo Yi has put the porcelain in hand on the floor near the door. He begins to bend down and grope for the edge of the thick carpet in the corner of the wall. After a few seconds, he lifts the carpet covering the floor and starts to roll it up slowly. However, the rolled up carpet is soon blocked by the exquisite wooden table placed near the door.


    So he got up and lifted the heavy wooden table to the empty ground.


    Mo Yi blinked his dark eyes because he got up quickly. He stretched out his hand to support the wall for a breath. His pale face was already flushed with exercise, and sweat began to seep from his forehead.


    Wen Chen''s fingers lifted slightly, saw that the furniture blocking the Moyi road was pulled up by some invisible force, and slowly floated to the air dozens of centimeters away from the ground. If you look carefully, you can see the light gray smoke winding on the bearing points of the furniture.


    Mo Yi raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He turned to look at Wen Chen behind his eyes. His dark eyes swept over his body. His voice was a little hoarse and said:


    "thank you."


    After that, he raised his hand to the bare, carpet free floor and asked, "would you please put them over there?"


    With Mo Yi''s instructions, Wen Chen manipulates the furniture floating in the air and moves slowly in that direction. Mo Yi bends down to continue rolling the thick carpet on the ground into more and more thick barrels, so that the area of the open space is enlarged again, so as to make room for Wenchen to control the suspended furniture.


    Wen Chen moved his fingers slightly, his eyes moved slowly with Mo Yi''s movements, and wantonly moved from his pale arms and thin wrists, which rolled up his sleeves for convenience of action, to the half of his waist exposed from his shirt when he bent down, and then slowly moved up to the shoulder blade which fluctuated with Mo Yi''s movement, and then with his shoulder The smooth texture of the back glides to the junction of the deep set shoulder socket and neck.


    His eyes are getting deeper and deeper It''s probably an interesting thing.


    Mo Yi straightened up, wiped the sweat that was falling down along with his temple with the back of his hand, slowly exhaled a breath, and then looked down at the incomplete ground in front of him -


    he saw that it was covered with a layer of floating wool that seemed to fall off the wool carpet. It was tightly attached to the floor surface like a thin fine dust Thin gray floating hair, you can see what seems to be under the fuzzy outline and lines.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his head to look at Wen Chen. Unexpectedly, he saw that the other party suddenly moved his eyes to avoid looking at him. He was stunned. The voice that was about to be exported was pressed in his throat and asked:


    "what''s the matter


    Wen Chen''s face soon returned to normal. He coughed in a low voice and said as if nothing had happened:


    "nothing."


    Mo Yi''s eyes wandered around him suspiciously. At last, he let go of the question. He pressed his doubts about Wen Chen''s strange attitude in his heart. He turned back to look at the faint patterns on the ground and asked:


    "can you lift all the furniture on the carpet at the same time?"


    Wen Chen nods: "of course."


    He gently lifted his fingers and saw that all the furniture pressed on the carpet in the room floated slowly into the air, including the big bed under Wen Chen''s body. He sat down on the edge of the bed suspended in the air, looked down at Mo Yi, propped up his chin with one hand, and asked, "is it ok now?"


    Mo Yi''s eyes lit up, and he pursed his lips to restrain his excitement. Then he went to the bed and floated beside Wen Chen, who was a little higher than himself. He pulled down his upper body and gave him a loud kiss on his cheek:


    "great."


    Wen Chen''s slightly staggered vision, also similarly tightly pursed up the lips, the black hair in the hot red ear tip exposed.


    Mo Yi was a little excited and walked to the carpet that he had just rolled up. Then he rolled the whole carpet covering the room into the corner. Then he took out a long white bath towel in the bathroom and wiped off the floating hairs on the floor.


    As the gray floating dust disappeared, the fuzzy pattern hidden in the ground gradually emerged -


    it was a huge dark circle, almost covering the floor of the room.Mo Yi squatted down and looked at the pattern inside the circle carefully. At this time, he seemed to find something strange and frowned slightly. He slowly extended to the outer edge of the circle on the floor. The shallow and uneven surface touched his fingers, and there were still fine fluff and dust on it, which left a trail on the ground with Mo Yi''s fingers Clear marks.


    I saw that the outline of the circle on the ground was slightly raised, and the thick lines of the fingers looked carefully It seems to be a simple and abstract snake head with its mouth open.


    Mo Yi stood up, stepped back a few steps, and looked at the circle on the floor from a distance -


    now he can see that the circle in front of him is actually a snake with its head and tail in each other. Its slender body forms a huge circle on the dark wooden floor, and its tail is held in its mouth with a big opening.


    At this time, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something.


    He was stunned. Then he put his hand into his pocket and felt for it. His fingertips touched something hard and smooth, and fell down coldly. Mo Yi took it out of his pocket, and then opened his hand to examine it.


    This is the ring he found in the secret room in that side hall.


    Pigeon blood is like a bright red ruby on the pure gold ring, surrounded by a circle of broken bricks like stars. Under the light of the room, it is shining with luxury and gorgeous luster. Mo Yi''s fingers move slightly. The ring in his palm tilts to one side with his movement, revealing its pure gold ring -- like a snake with a tail like bite tightly together. It is a simple snake head Open your mouth as like as two peas, and you can hold your tail in your mouth, almost the same as the totem on the ground.


    Mo Yi looked thoughtfully at the ring that glowed heavily between his fingers. He gently rubbed the mark of the snake''s head with his finger belly. Then he looked up at the other patterns of circles on the floor. He saw that the huge circle was occupied by meaningless patterns and lines, just like the patterns on the oil painting in the room. Different colors twisted around each other The snake''s body is tightly twisted together and looks like a whirlpool moving slowly.


    When Mo Yi falls into deep thought, the voice of Wen Chen suddenly rings out behind him: "time is coming."


    Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, looked down at his wristwatch: imperceptibly already nearly 5:30 in the afternoon.


    It seems that he was too absorbed in the carpet search of the whole room for clues that he did not notice the passage of time. But This also means that lunch today was not delivered in time.


    Thank you very much He some absentmindedly toward Wen Chen to smile, then seem to suddenly think of something, opened his mouth to ask: "by the way Can you restore the room to its original state? "


    Wen Chen nodded and handed him the dress that Mo Yi put on the bed.


    Mo Yi took the dress and went to the bathroom. He changed the simple black dress to his body. Because the style of the dress was much simpler than the last one, it didn''t take him long.


    Just as he put the last button on his neck, through the closed door of the toilet, Mo Yi heard a gentle knock on the door and spread it into his ears -


    Dong Dong Dong.


    Mo Yi quickly tied the knot, opened the door of the bathroom, and subconsciously turned his head to look at his room. He saw that the room had been completely restored to its original state. It was totally unthinkable that the carpet of the room had been lifted up a few minutes ago, the furniture was piled up in disorder, and another part of the furniture was suspended in the air. Before the chaos and disorder has become neat and clean, and before Mo Yi check-in almost the same.


    He drew back his eyes, walked quickly to the door, opened the door - the housekeeper was quietly standing at the door looking at him, his face seemed paler than ever, his dark and empty eyes were as dull as darkness, staring at him in the dim light, and there were only black and white colors all over his body, the collar and cuff of the pale white shirt and The dark uniform forms a strong color contrast, as if there is no other color.


    He said slowly: "the wedding is about to start, dear guests, please follow me."


    Having said that, the housekeeper owed to him, and then turned and walked backward.


    After he turned around, Mo Yi realized that the corridor that was supposed to be extending horizontally had turned into a vertical one.


    The door of Mo Yi''s room becomes the origin of the corridor, and the whole dark corridor starts from his room and extends to the front, as if other rooms and floors have disappeared. In front of him, there is only one extending out, which leads to the unknown darkness in front of him. The thin and dark figure of the housekeeper is like a shadow under the dim light Generally, waiting for him not far away.


    Mo Yi reached out and touched his pocket. The invitation card made a unique rustle in his pocket. He settled down and then turned his head to look at his side.


    I only heard that Chen had already changed into the same black dress. She came out of the room slowly and stood by his side. Her light colored eyes were staring at him deeply.Mo Yi slowly exhaled a breath and nodded to him:


    "let''s go."


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 Chapter 168

    The long corridor in front of me is straight and dark, and the front is shrouded in a gloomy darkness, which seems to lead to the unknown abyss. The air in the corridor is cold and wet, as if to invade through the thin clothes on the body, penetrate the skin and slowly spread along the blood vessels.


    There was a strange smell in the air.


    The smell of ripe, sweet and cold, mixed with the smell of dust and carpet in the corridor, mixed into a strange sense of dim and cold age.


    The thin figure of the housekeeper walked slowly in front of him. The yellow wall lamp beside him outlined his figure in a clear outline. With his forward steps, he gradually became bright and dark, It passed him like a lantern - his pace was steady and silent, and it seemed that he was always walking a few steps away from them. He could not help but feel the illusion that he was something untouchable illusion or shadow, forever walking in the long invisible corridor.


    And this corridor is really long, with no end in sight.


    As if everything else in the house had disappeared, the huge stairs and gorgeous chandeliers, the graceful and fluent statues of miserable white marble, the huge halls and luxurious decorations all disappeared like a dream or a bubble. The whole world seems to be left with this cold and gloomy corridor, which leads to the boundless darkness in the dead silence like a graveyard.


    Mo Yi has already felt tired.


    He walked in this narrow and secluded corridor, and the cold air pressed on his chest like a heavy stone. He seemed to have been walking for a century, but still did not come to the end.


    Just when Mo Yi wants to raise his wrist to have a look at his watch, the housekeeper in front stops without warning.


    It seemed that the cold and dead darkness had just slowly revealed its true face, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear -


    at the end of the corridor, there stood a bronze gate.


    Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, also subconsciously slowed their own pace, not far from the gate to stand.


    This is The front door of the dance hall last night?


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the huge gate in the dim but not very clear light in the corridor. It seemed that he was not particularly sure


    It seems to be different from that when Mo Yi saw it last night.


    The huge gate is carved with complicated relief sculptures, which are deeply and shallowly shadowed by the lights in the corridor. They are printed on the bronze gate, which looks very strange. However, those delicate reliefs can be seen indistinctly, as if they are images of characters.


    Before Mo Yi could identify the above pattern clearly, the housekeeper turned around in front of the bronze door, staring at Mo Yi with his dark eyes, then slowly stretched out a pale and withered hand and said:


    "please show me your invitation card."


    Mo Yi reached out of his pocket and took out the invitation. The housekeeper took the invitation and opened it. Then he looked down and handed it back to Mo Yi. With a polite smile on his pale face, he bent down slightly and pushed the door inward --


    "please."


    With the dazzling white light coming, Mo Yi has adapted to the dim light line in the corridor, and his eyes are forced to squint. The painful cornea is blurred by physiological tears, and he can only see the bright white light which is bright to the eye.


    He blinked his eyes vigorously, forcing the moist water vapor out of his slightly stinging eyes. Some out of focus eyes slowly focused again, and the scene in front of him became clear again.


    In front of us is a huge hall, almost can not see the end, the whole hall is covered with pale white color, from the floor to the wall, even to the exquisite style of tables and chairs are a dazzling white, snow-white gauze curtain hanging down in the air, the whole room is like a plain, it does not look like a wedding symbol of pure color, but more like It''s the dying indifference in the ward.


    The whole room looked cold and lifeless, and the cold temperature was blowing slowly from the door with the silent wind.


    At this time, behind Mo Yi came a heavy metal percussion sound.


    In a daze, he turned his head and looked behind him. He saw that the huge brass door was slowly closed, and the last dark gap narrowed into narrow lines, and then covered it with a heavy, noisy and indescribable sound behind the brass door panel, and then quickly reverberated and spread behind the walls of the whole room.


    Mo Yi''s heart can''t help but jump, and so on Didn''t he just stand in the corridor.


    He doesn''t remember walking into the hall


    And What about Wen Chen?


    Then, Mo Yi witnessed that the pale color covering the whole room climbed up the gate like the rapidly spreading ice and snow in the ice and snow. Pale and brass interweaved, just like the competition and struggle between the two colors on the tall and silent wall, the pale took the upper hand and quickly swallowed up the dark bronze color.The original position of the gate has turned into a lifeless white as the rest of the room.


    Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath. The cold and dry air slid into the lung cavity along the respiratory tract, bringing a chill and a slight tingling sensation, which gradually calmed his mind.


    Subconsciously, he rubbed the slightly rough surface of the invitation card with his fingers and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.


    It seems that the judgment of this copy for the wedding scene is much more strict than the other positions of this copy. There is no invitation to enter, and even Wen Chen can''t break through this boundary.


    It''s very interesting.


    Mo Yi''s face did not change, put the invitation card in his hand again into his pocket, and then adjusted his dark black dress and walked towards the deep of the pale room.


    In front of the hall is the altar, surrounded by blood red roses. The bright color of blood blooms in the whole pale and colorless room, just like the blood spreading on the snow-white carpet, which is as dazzling as the blood spreading on the snow-white carpet, and finally he has a panoramic view of the whole hall Strange and morbid colors.


    In front of the altar, a long snow-white carpet spread to the end of the room, and on both sides of the carpet were numerous guest seats -


    full.


    All the seats were full, all the male guests were dressed in dark, colorless gowns, and the female guests were also dressed in a long black dress, which looked like they were attending a funeral, not a wedding.


    Mo Yi slowly walked up to the nearest guest. Without a trace, he looked at the guest who was closest to him. He could not help but feel a little stunned.


    The faces of the guests were pale and emotionless. They remained as if they were frozen. Their pale eyelids and pupils were wide open. Their rigid limbs were wrapped in black cloth, which fixed their movements into the same shape as a shroud.


    they were all marble figures.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, then slowly walked forward. At this time, his eyes were keen to catch something


    The guests in the front of the whole seat moved!


    Mo Yi subconsciously slowed down his pace a little. The moving guest in front of him slowly turned his head He


    he recognized the man''s face - this is one of the players.


    I saw that man''s face looked stiff and expressionless. There was a combination of fear and uneasiness in his facial features. A pair of black eyes moved anxiously, as if he didn''t know where to put them. When he saw Mo Yi, he gave a slight pause, and then he twisted his head back.


    Mo Yi walked forward quickly.


    Sure enough, the first three rows of guest seats were filled with players, while those who died were replaced by familiar marble statues. Mo Yi went to the only spare seat and picked up the pale paper on which his name was written in dark black handwriting.


    That must be how the seats are allocated.


    Mo Yi sat down in that seat, and the whole hall fell into a deep silence again. The faces of every player around him were stiff and unnatural. Everyone seemed to be waiting for the death penalty to arrive, waiting for the arrival of the final moment. Everyone''s eyes were full of fear of the unknown.


    The oppressive atmosphere is like stagnant water pressing on everyone''s heart, like a dense net slowly tightening, making it difficult for people to breathe. The heart is like a drum beating. It seems that every beat of the heartbeat dances on the point of death''s knife. Without a jump, it brings sharp and suffocating pain.


    Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the players around him and counted them silently in the bottom of his heart.


    There are no fewer people alive than when they were last separated.


    That means that the players who died in the ballroom are attributed to the number of white oil painting metaphors.


    Mo Yi takes back his eyes and looks down at his watch - five minutes to six.


    Well, that means the wedding will take place in five minutes.


    The second hand on the dial moved slowly, one by one without stopping, moving forward without any sense of stagnation. The tiny and inaudible tick marks the irresistible passage of time, and slowly comes forward with steady steps.


    Mo Yi felt that the person sitting on his left was shaking silently. He turned his head and looked at the player sitting beside him His eyes were tight, his face was pale with cold sweat, and there was no snow color in his face. His fingers were nervously digging his pants, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.


    He seems to have reached the limit.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and seemed to be ready to open his mouth to comfort him. But before he could speak, he only heard the metal collision sound coming from behind him in a deep silence, which made all the players in the audience tremble.


    Then there was the sound of opening the door slowly.


    Mo Yi turned his head in accordance with the sound. He saw that black, rich as ink, slowly spread from the door, and slowly spread on the walls and the ground. He also dyed the curtain curtain curtain into heavy black. The originally lifeless and miserable White was swallowed up by black, and spread towards the altar like a black hole.He looked down at the dial on his wrist - two minutes to six!


    Mo Yi''s heart is shocked, the finger subconsciously tightens, leaving a slight dull pain in his palm.


    It''s time for the wedding to start!


    As if all the players from the black stand up to eat faster and faster.


    The red rose was crushed into red juice under the disorderly steps of the crowd, and cluttered on the pale ground.


    Everything in front of me is composed of black, white and red, like a strange and strange picture.


    The deep and rich darkness spread more rapidly, just like a ferocious beast rushing towards the players who could not retreat. Mo Yi''s face was heavy, his fingers were loose and tight, and he was holding the simple glass ball in his hand. He just took the props out of his backpack when he found out that the situation was not right.


    But he''s not sure if he wants to use it.


    When Mo Yi was in the room before, he had a vague guess at the bottom of his heart, which became more and more specific and clear with the passage of time. Mo Yi was not sure whether he would gamble his life on this almost groundless guess.


    Finally, Mo Yi clenched his teeth and tightened his fingers slightly Then he put the props back into the backpack.


    Now it''s just a bet!


    The darkness came towards them like living creatures. Mo Yi only felt that all the colors in his vision were fading away like the tide. His consciousness slowly fell into the extremely dark and extremely heavy ice cold lake. In a blur, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.


    It seems to be whispering, it seems to be crying, it seems to be reciting.


    The deep and chaotic voice whispered the broken syllables of non idiomatic sentences, like incantations, dragged Mo Yi''s consciousness toward the depth -


    this is the voice that Mo Yi heard when he was in danger in that corridor.


    Then, Mo Yi''s consciousness completely fell into deep paralysis and darkness, silent, colorless and without light, just like a mother, she hugged him with open arms and dragged him to the deeper.


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 Chapter 169

    Whirling vertigo and asphyxia caused by weightlessness hold the throat tightly. The strong darkness and buzzing noise hold the consciousness tightly, as if to squeeze out the residual force in the body like the residual water in the sponge. The nerves are twisted into twisted ropes and pulled to disperse around.


    The cold and dry air fiercely pours into the contraction undulating numb chest cavity, brings the burning pain to the respiratory tract.


    The pain becomes clear as consciousness recovers.


    Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes. The shadow in front of him had not yet dispersed. There was only a dark circle of light surrounded by black shadow in his sight range. He gasped and gasped, and his numb limbs gradually awakened. He transmitted clear and obvious pain to the brain which had not yet fully recovered consciousness, bringing the long lost feeling of being alive.


    In front of the eyes of the dark aperture gradually clear up, the line of sight is gorgeous color blocks and intense conflict of colors, abstract patterns overlap, spread from the center layer by layer, complex patterns mixed together, bring a kind of visual vertigo.


    The consciousness slowly blinks out of the water like a drowning one.


    He recognized what it was -


    it was the top picture of the room.


    Mo Yi propped up the soft bed beside him with his palm, slowly lifted up his body, and looked around his room -- the magnificent baroque style, the half arched pillars in the corner of the room, and the walls with oil paintings on all sides.


    Such a familiar sight strikes his retina, which is transmitted to the brain along the nerve of vision, and instantly reactivates his dull perception in his sleep.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly, and then quickly turned out of bed. However, his numb legs softened when they touched the ground. He had to support the table beside him with his hands to prevent himself from falling on the carpet.


    Under the palm is not obvious foreign body feeling and sliding touch.


    Mo Yi leaned up and sat down beside the bed. Then he turned to look under his palm. On the bedside table, there was a white envelope. On the envelope was the familiar dark red wax seal, and on the round wax seal was a slightly fuzzy emblem. On the retina film that Mo Yi had been watching for a long time, a dark red round spot was branded.


    He took a deep breath, stretched and clenched his cold, numb hand, pressed down his slightly excited mood, and then reached for the envelope at the head of his bed.


    After opening the envelope, the white invitation fell out.


    "Dear Mr. Mo Yi:


    Mr. de Claus and his wife, Ms. de Claus, sincerely invite you to attend their wedding ceremony in three days."


    is as like as two peas.


    Mo Yi subconsciously reached out to his jacket pocket, but felt empty.


    He looked down and saw that the clothes he was wearing were no longer the black ones before, but the ones he wore when he entered the copy.


    Mo Yi pressed his lips tightly, and his dark eyes were dim. He got up and walked off the bed and walked quickly to the door of the room.


    The picture frame hanging in the shadow near the door is gradually exposed. The black wood wrapped with gold wire is deeply precipitated in the dark, and gradually becomes clear in the sight with the shortening of distance. In the picture frame, there is a woman lying on the dark red velvet. There is a thin red rope on the red, naked and white neck, and the face with closed eyes is like a deep sleep.


    The circular irregular pattern that had been spinning in the frame had disappeared.


    He raised his hand and fumbled skillfully behind the frame for a while, then he found a piece of paper covered with dust, on which was the same poem as before.


    Everything seems to be reset to the origin.


    Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath, closed his eyes forcefully, and cleaned up his slightly confused thinking.


    That''s true.


    Holding a trace of fantasy, he put his hand into his pocket and groped for it. He felt the cold and hard thing with his fingertips. Mo Yi felt a little relieved. Then he took the thing out of his pocket. He saw that the Golden Snake ring was connected from head to tail, and the blood red stone on it flashed like an eye under the light and looked at him quietly.


    Mo Yi gently rubbed the subtle lines of the snake''s head with his fingers, and his eyes drooped to cover his dark eyes.


    According to Plato, the snake is a perfect creature with eternal life, which symbolizes eternal repetition and cycle. Therefore, after seeing this pattern repeatedly before, Mo Yi had some groundless doubts in his mind - maybe the time of this copy is not linear, but at the scene of the wedding ceremony, the development of events proved his conjecture.


    The duration of this copy is cyclical, and all of their players are trapped between the three days before the wedding and the moment before the wedding. According to the clues of the current copy, three days is a cycle, and players'' survival time is nine days, which means they have to stay here for three cycles.


    After the first loop, everything in the copy is reset - except for the ring.Then the ring must have a special meaning.


    Mo Yi put the ring back into his pocket and walked thoughtfully around the room for a while. Then he walked quickly to the window and pushed the window open with his hand. The wooden window made a harsh rubbing sound. The familiar scene outside the window was revealed. A light blue countdown was suspended in the dark air, and the numbers on the top were not stopped The room was surrounded by the dead darkness.


    He waited for a long time, and then he felt that he was surrounded by the whole body behind him. His strong arm was slowly tightened on his waist, and a deep familiar voice sounded in his ear: -- You''re OK. "


    Mo Yi slightly slants the head, avoids Wen Chen to speak in his ear when the breath of flowing, slightly side to look to Wen Chen, see him only half of the face on the face is gloomy, with can''t hide worry, he said stuffily: "before that room, I can''t enter, that room''s rules should be greater than the scope that I can contend in the copy."


    "It''s OK." Mo Yi shook his head and said placidly:


    "at least now I have made a little clear about this copy, which is a great progress."


    He pulled up the window in front of him, patted Wen Chen''s tight arm around his waist and motioned him to let go:


    "let''s go out and see how the others are doing."


    Wen Chen pursed her lips and nodded gently. Her soft hair rubbed Mo Yi''s shoulder and neck itched slightly.


    Wen Chen stepped back a few steps with Mo Yi. He stretched out his hand to open the door, but as soon as the door was opened, he only heard the noise of quarrels and jingling collision, which quickly passed through the long corridor and the silent air, and passed into his ears unimpeded. It seemed to be quite serious.


    Mo Yi slightly a Leng, turn head and Wen Chen to look at one eye, and then quicken the pace, quickly toward the direction of the voice to go.


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 Chapter 170

    The corridor outside the door has become normal again. The four walls frame out the narrow and deep space and extends horizontally to the two sides. The door that was empty as a black hole before and the corridor extending straight forward seem to be just an illusion disappeared in the daytime.


    Even if the sound of Chen Yi''s room is clear and the sound of the room is cold, it can''t block the sound of the room.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I don''t believe it! If this damned house is smashed, it can still be so divine


    Then there was a confused tearing sound and a vague overlapping voice.


    Mo Yi''s pace is slightly a meal, eyebrows wrinkled without trace - he recognized the voice.


    Li Wang.


    This man is just a full-time Shiba. He is not only a bully, but also a narrow-minded and stupid player. He is impulsive but has no brain. He is the kind of player who starts to be conceited by a moment''s cleverness and luck. He doesn''t know how to live to the present.


    A trace of impatience flashed through Mo Yi''s eyes.


    When he stepped into the hall, he saw people struggling and tearing at the bottom of the stairs. A few players, led by Li Wang, who seemed to have lost their senses, were smashing things in the hall. Pieces of porcelain and wood furniture were scattered on the carpet. A few players were trying to dissuade them from trying to control the situation, while more players were standing numbly in the corner, Some people were still sobbing, and the whole scene was in a mess.


    Herding is the most terrible mania.


    Li Wang was still shouting in his hoarse voice, and the players who were still keeping their senses were gradually influenced by their remarks, and the expression on their faces became slightly relaxed with the passage of time.


    At this time, a small voice sounded not far away:


    "enough."


    The two short words, like wedges, pry open the chaotic atmosphere in front of us. With the cold metal texture, they deeply pierce into the eardrums of the people. The oppressive feeling that is hard to ignore in the voice makes people feel nervous. Subconsciously, they turn to the direction of the sound.


    Mo Yi was standing on the top of the stairs, looking down at the crowd. His dark eyes were like the dark lake, with an unfathomable cold. His face was calm, and he could not see any change in his mood, but he did not know why it made people feel chilly.


    Even the most wanton Li Wang, who was shouting just now, could not help but shiver slightly.


    Mo Yi''s sight slowly turns around the people at the bottom of the stairs. His sight goes to Li Wang''s body without a trace. He looks at the other party subconsciously and moves away from looking at himself. He can''t help but squint his eyes.


    He is used to not interfere in the choice and fate of other players in the copy, analyzes the clues in the copy from the perspective of an onlooker, and seldom participates in the game progress of other players. Although the difficulty of the copy in front of you is not very big, it takes a long time. Although there are many players, new players who are easy to be interfered with and senior people with little experience occupy the majority. Especially now, under the agitation of people like Li Wang, if he does not come out to control the scene, things are likely to become difficult to clean up.


    Mo Yi went down the stairs and said coldly, "after one-third of nine days, internal strife begins. Are you ready to rely on heaven''s blessing for the remaining six days?"


    His voice had no ups and downs, but the irony was so sharp that it was hard to stare at.


    Mo Yi turned his eyes to Li Wang, and continued: "if you don''t know any clues, you will make a rash decision. Let''s not say whether you can really damage the house. If so, can you afford the consequences of demolishing the house?"


    He narrowed his eyes and uttered two simple words: "stupid."


    Li Wang''s face was blue and white. Being scolded and stupid in person made him very angry. His blood ran straight up his cheek. But just as he was ready to open his mouth impulsively, he saw Mo Yi standing a few steps away from him.


    And that pair of dark eyes means to point in his right arm to scratch.


    The intense pain that had not faded in memory seemed to be reflected on the body once again. The fingers that had not healed completely twitched and trembled physiologically. The uneasiness and fear in the bottom of his heart made Li Wang step back subconsciously. The words that had not yet been spoken were stuck in his throat and made a strange clucking sound.


    Mo Yi withdrew his eyes and continued to calmly say, "you should all have found that time is repeating, which is actually a good thing. At least you can know what may happen next, which means that you have time to look for clues. This is already the best possibility. Do you have any dissatisfaction with this?"


    People looked at each other, and there was a murmur in the crowd. The previous panic and confusion were finally suppressed by calm emotions. Mo Yi was right. If this copy is really a time line cycle, it means that they have already known what will happen after that, which is a very big advantage for them.While everyone was whispering, a familiar voice came from behind the crowd: "dear guests, welcome to the wedding of Mr. de Claus and Ms. de Claus. I am the housekeeper of Claus House, and I will receive you in the next few days."


    This time, everyone had psychological preparation. This time, no one was scared by the housekeeper''s voice.


    Players follow the direction of the sound, only to see the housekeeper standing in the shadow like the last time, pale face like a mask without emotion, reflecting the ghost like light in the dark.


    "You must have received the invitation. Please keep it well."


    What happened next was almost the same as what happened three days ago. After the housekeeper said exactly the same words as the last time, he went into the darkness again and disappeared quietly as usual with the sound of the steps away.


    Mo Yi''s eyes stopped at the place where the housekeeper left, then turned to look at other players, broke the silence and said:


    "let''s continue to search for the unfinished places last time. This time, pay more attention to clues about portraits. The rules of killing people in this copy are very easy to grasp. What we need now is to find a way to escape this rule ¡£¡±


    After that, the other players slowly dispersed and began to look for clues aimlessly in the house.


    Mo Yi stood in the center of the hall, looking up thoughtfully at the marble statue with smooth muscular lines in front of the gate. He saw it staring into the air with a pair of pale eyes. He stretched out his fingers and touched its cold and hard surface. The smooth stone felt as if it was just a simple dead thing.


    At this time, Mo Yi seems to think of something, suddenly can''t help but stupefied.


    if this is as like as two peas, then all the details should be exactly the same three days ago.


    However, this time, there was no sound of the sobbing like silk thread, and the intermittently gloomy piano sound.


    The whole hall was quiet and frightening.


    Mo Yi frowned slowly, took back his fingers, and walked quickly along the route he remembered toward the side hall. The corridor outside the door has become normal again. The four walls frame out the narrow and deep space and extends horizontally to the two sides. The door that was empty as a black hole before and the corridor extending straight forward seem to be just an illusion disappeared in the daytime.


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked quickly along the direction of the sound. The familiar bright lights in the hall slowly spread out before their eyes, and the voices of players'' disputes became clear. Even the cold temperature in the house could not stop the spread and upgrade of gunpowder.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I don''t believe it! If this damned house is smashed, it can still be so divine


    Then there was a confused tearing sound and a vague overlapping voice.


    Mo Yi''s pace is slightly a meal, eyebrows wrinkled without trace - he recognized the voice.


    Li Wang.


    This man is just a full-time Shiba. He is not only a bully, but also a narrow-minded and stupid player. He is impulsive but has no brain. He is the kind of player who starts to be conceited by a moment''s cleverness and luck. He doesn''t know how to live to the present.


    A trace of impatience flashed through Mo Yi''s eyes.


    He stepped into the hall and saw people struggling and tearing at the bottom of the stairs. Several seemingly irrational players headed by Li Wang were smashing things in the hall, and pieces of porcelain and wooden furniture were scattered on the carpet. A few players were trying to dissuade them from trying to control the situation, while more players were standing numbly in the corner, and some were still Sobbing in a low voice, the whole scene is a mess, chaos.


    Herding is the most terrible mania.


    Li Wang was still shouting in his hoarse voice, and the players who were still keeping their senses were gradually influenced by their remarks, and the expression on their faces became slightly relaxed with the passage of time.


    At this time, a small voice sounded not far away:


    "enough."


    The two short words, like wedges, pry open the chaotic atmosphere in front of us. With the cold metal texture, they deeply pierce into the eardrums of the people. The oppressive feeling that is hard to ignore in the voice makes people feel nervous. Subconsciously, they turn to the direction of the sound.


    Mo Yi was standing on the top of the stairs, looking down at the crowd. His dark eyes were like the dark lake, with an unfathomable cold. His face was calm, and he could not see any change in his mood, but he did not know why it made people feel chilly.


    Even the most wanton Li Wang, who was shouting just now, could not help but shiver slightly.


    Mo Yi''s sight slowly turns around the people at the bottom of the stairs. His sight goes to Li Wang''s body without a trace. He looks at the other party subconsciously and moves away from looking at himself. He can''t help but squint his eyes.


    He is used to not interfere in the choice and fate of other players in the copy, analyzes the clues in the copy from the perspective of an onlooker, and seldom participates in the game progress of other players. Although the difficulty of the copy in front of you is not very big, it takes a long time. Although there are many players, new players who are easy to be interfered with and senior people with little experience occupy the majority. Especially now, under the agitation of people like Li Wang, if he does not come out to control the scene, things are likely to become difficult to clean up.Mo Yi went down the stairs and said coldly, "after one-third of nine days, internal strife begins. Are you ready to rely on heaven''s blessing for the remaining six days?"


    His voice had no ups and downs, but the irony was so sharp that it was hard to stare at.


    Mo Yi turned his eyes to Li Wang, and continued: "if you don''t know any clues, you will make a rash decision. Let''s not say whether you can really damage the house. If so, can you afford the consequences of demolishing the house?"


    He narrowed his eyes and uttered two simple words: "stupid."


    Li Wang''s face was blue and white. Being scolded and stupid in person made him very angry. His blood ran straight up his cheek. But just as he was ready to open his mouth impulsively, he saw Mo Yi standing a few steps away from him.


    And that pair of dark eyes means to point in his right arm to scratch.


    The intense pain that had not faded in memory seemed to be reflected on the body once again. The fingers that had not healed completely twitched and trembled physiologically. The uneasiness and fear in the bottom of his heart made Li Wang step back subconsciously. The words that had not yet been spoken were stuck in his throat and made a strange clucking sound.


    Mo Yi withdrew his eyes and continued to calmly say, "you should all have found that time is repeating, which is actually a good thing. At least you can know what may happen next, which means that you have time to look for clues. This is already the best possibility. Do you have any dissatisfaction with this?"


    People looked at each other, and there was a murmur in the crowd. The previous panic and confusion were finally suppressed by calm emotions. Mo Yi was right. If this copy is really a time line cycle, it means that they have already known what will happen after that, which is a very big advantage for them.


    While everyone was whispering, a familiar voice came from behind the crowd: "dear guests, welcome to the wedding of Mr. de Claus and Ms. de Claus. I am the housekeeper of Claus House, and I will receive you in the next few days."


    This time, everyone had psychological preparation. This time, no one was scared by the housekeeper''s voice.


    Players follow the direction of the sound, only to see the housekeeper standing in the shadow like the last time, pale face like a mask without emotion, reflecting the ghost like light in the dark.


    "You must have received the invitation. Please keep it well."


    What happened next was almost the same as what happened three days ago. After the housekeeper said exactly the same words as the last time, he went into the darkness again and disappeared quietly as usual with the sound of the steps away.


    Mo Yi''s eyes stopped at the place where the housekeeper left, then turned to look at other players, broke the silence and said:


    "let''s continue to search for the unfinished places last time. This time, pay more attention to clues about portraits. The rules of killing people in this copy are very easy to grasp. What we need now is to find a way to escape this rule ¡£¡±


    After that, the other players slowly dispersed and began to look for clues aimlessly in the house.


    Mo Yi stood in the center of the hall, looking up thoughtfully at the marble statue with smooth muscular lines in front of the gate. He saw it staring into the air with a pair of pale eyes. He stretched out his fingers and touched its cold and hard surface. The smooth stone felt as if it was just a simple dead thing.


    At this time, Mo Yi seems to think of something, suddenly can''t help but stupefied.


    if this is as like as two peas, then all the details should be exactly the same three days ago.


    However, this time, there was no sound of the sobbing like silk thread, and the intermittently gloomy piano sound.


    The whole hall was quiet and frightening.


    Mo Yi frowned slowly, took back his fingers, and walked quickly along the route he remembered toward the side hall. But in the middle of the journey, his steps suddenly stopped.


    The deep corridor in my memory has now become a solid wall.


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 Chapter 171

    Mo Yi''s eyes fell on the piano constructed by fog. The gray surface slowly flowed slowly under the light of the flashlight. It was smaller than the real object. It looked quite small and delicate. He tentatively reached out and slid a little on the piano cover. The surface under his finger belly was smooth and hard, with ice cold toughness.


    He lifted the lid of the piano, his fingers on the deep thick gray and light gray white composition of the key simply hit a few notes, in the dark and empty room.


    The sound is very accurate.


    But the timbre is slightly different from the ordinary piano. Its sound quality is more clear and cold, as if the spring breaks through the heavy ice and brings collision and percussion sound.


    Mo Yi took a step forward. The piano formed by the fog was like a stirred image on the water surface, which dissipated into wisps of soft gray smoke, which was scattered by Mo Yi''s forward body shape. It floated back slowly along his waist and quickly melted into the silent and invisible darkness.


    He held Wen Chen''s chin and pecked at his lip like a dragonfly, with a smile in his voice:


    "good job."


    Before Mo Yi left, Wen Chen raised his hand and clasped his back of the head. His slender fingers fell into the soft hair, which deepened the touch between the lips and the lips into a tender kiss and entanglement.


    Mo Yi subconsciously raised his hand and pressed Wen Chen''s waist. Through the cloth, he could feel his smooth and flexible waist line, and the strength contained in it was vividly transmitted to the fingertips with the traction of the movement.


    They soon separated, Mo Yi helplessly smile: "satisfied?"


    Wen Chen raised his hand to smooth Mo Yi''s ruffled collar, and then gathered together to lick his lower lip. In his low voice, he had a slight smile: "satisfied."


    They carefully re closed the restaurant door and walked down the road towards the hall.


    There is no one in the hall. Only the huge and bright chandelier on the top of the head can illuminate the gorgeous wall decoration in the room, and the thick carpet on the ground can absorb all the sounds. The silence covers the empty room.


    Mo Yi turned his head and nodded to Wen Chen. Wen Chen understood and raised his fingers. Fine mist gathered in the air, and then quickly gathered together to form the framework and structure of the piano. The gray and white piano soon appeared in front of Mo Yi. In addition, Wen Chen carefully put a thin layer of fog around the hall to prevent it The sound of the piano will attract other players.


    Mo Yi lifted the cover of the piano and put his long fingers on the keys of different colors.


    I don''t know if it''s useful.


    He slowly took a deep breath, forced down the fear in his heart, and then began to play according to the tune he remembered.


    The melancholy melody flowed in the empty hall, as if the gray river flowed quietly in the dark. The oppressive and sad melody made the listeners feel depressed involuntarily.


    To be on the safe side, Mo Yi played it two or three times before he stopped. When he pressed the last key, the piano, which was formed by the fog under his palm, seemed to have lost its skeleton and skin. The wisps of gray mist lingered between Mo Yi''s fingers and slowly dissipated.


    He held his breath slightly and walked quickly to one side of the hall, his heart contracting as the distance shortened.


    Mo Yi looked at the place which was covered by the figures of several marble statues. He could not help but pause slightly. At this time, there appeared a deep corridor, which was dark and dim, and led straight into the darkness.


    As I remember.


    Mo Yi''s heart is slightly relaxed and slowly exhales a breath. He speeds up his pace and walks inward along the deep corridor.


    The door of the side hall was closed tightly. Under the light of the dim wall lamp, it showed a vague outline. The whole was covered in a deep shadow. Mo Yi stepped forward and pushed the door open.


    The familiar cold breath flowed out along the opening gap of the side hall door, and the dead temperature slowly spread like a cold grotto, brushing over the naked skin, bringing a shiver.


    In the dark, Mo Yi goes to the room.


    There is no light in the broad and dead room, only the irregular outline of the furniture covered in the pale cloth fluctuates quietly in the dark, looking like the dried corpse that time has been solidified forever.


    Mo Yi went straight to the deep of the room, stretched out his hand and pulled off the white cloth covered by the huge oil painting hanging on the wall. The fuzzy and ancient portrait appeared again in front of him. There was no vitality in the dried paint. The red, white and black colors that had been dyed before were completely washed away at the moment, as if the time was over The total backflow generally returned to its previous gray state.


    And the obscure woman was gazing at him quietly on the cracked and gloomy canvas.


    Mo Yi steps forward and observes In the lower right corner of the oil painting is the familiar circular pattern, which is printed in one corner of the picture like a signature. It is divided into several pieces with uneven edges by the cracked paint on the canvas. If it is not carefully observed, it is easy to ignore it.He raised his finger and stroked it gently on the slightly raised circular pattern. The old and slightly dry canvas vibrated gently under his touch, and a shallow layer of floating dust was raised and floated in the light of the flashlight.


    Some rough touch brought slight pain to his fingertips. Mo Yi slowly tightened his brows and gazed thoughtfully at the pattern. He had seen the circular pattern on the oil painting a long time ago, but at that time he did not know what the pattern represented. In addition, it appeared in too many other places, both on invitation cards and on clothes, So it''s not surprising to see the oil painting which is the key clue at first sight.


    It didn''t attract much attention from Mo Yi before.


    But now Mo Yi has found something strange that he didn''t notice before


    He reached out of his pocket and took out that gorgeous ring. The pigeon blood red gem glowed slightly in the light. Mo Yi held the ring flat on the tip of his finger, and then slowly approached the oil painting. The outline of the edge was vague and dim.


    As the distance between the two becomes shorter, that feature becomes more apparent.


    rings are as like as two peas in oil paintings. Even the contour distortion of the paint due to drying and cracking of the paint is aligned with the edge of the gemstone on the ring.


    The light of the flashlight comes down from behind, overlapping the shadow outline of the two -


    perfectly.


    Mo Yi attached the ring to the surface of the oil painting, and when their outlines completely coincided, suddenly, there was a vibration on the canvas that could not be ignored, as if someone had knocked it violently on the back of the oil painting.


    The canvas bulged forward slowly.


    Dust and dried particles of paint fell down, and the canvas made a nearly tearing sound.


    The canvases protruded more deeply, as if some strange monsters were hurtling from the left to the right, trying to get rid of the shackles of the canvas. The shape of the bulge gradually became clear in the dark -


    Mo Yi slowly stepped back two steps, aiming the flashlight in his palm at the deformed part of the canvas.


    It''s a face.


    A wide open mouth, as if in a silent roaring face, with deeply sunken pigment eye socket staring at him empty, fuzzy line outline of the face propped up the canvas into a strange shape, distorted the canvas into almost illegible patterns.


    It rushed forward desperately, the tearing sound of cloth and silk became clearer in the quiet and dark room, the dust and pigment particles fell more fiercely, the heavy black picture frame wrapped by gold thread pounded the hard wall violently, and made a piercing crash sound in the room.


    Then, just as it was about to burst out of the canvas, everything seemed to have been pressed reset.


    The canvas returned to its smoothness, and the distorted pattern returned to its former appearance. The blurred portrait quietly gazed at Mo Yi on the old dry canvas.


    Mo Yi clenched the flashlight in his hand tightly. He felt a layer of sweat in his palm, which made the hard metal of the flashlight slightly slippery.


    Ear is his own slightly rapid heartbeat, in addition to this is a dead like silence.


    The dark side hall is like a dead Sarcophagus, emitting the smell of decay and cold.


    At this time, the surface of the oil painting in front of his eyes suddenly began to spread thin and thin threads like a spider web, and then it quickly peeled off in front of Mo Yi, and then fell to the ground. At first, it was dry paint, then large pieces of canvas, one by one, floated down from the black wooden frame area, and quietly melted into one In the dark.


    Mo Yi held his breath, his cold fingers tightened subconsciously, and the light spot of the swinging flashlight was fixed in the frame -


    the canvas in front of him finally completely peeled off.


    A huge mirror appeared in the frame of the picture framed by black wood.


    In the mirror, Mo Yi saw his face. He saw that his face was illuminated by the flashlight tightly held in his hand. Behind him was the boundless darkness and thick shadow. In the deep darkness, there were countless irregular shapes covered by pale cloth, which devoured every ray of light.


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 Chapter 172

    "Squeak -"


    the harsh scratching sound rings in the quiet and dark room, just like sharp fingernails crossing on the smooth mirror surface, which makes the tooth root sour. It is abrupt, monotonous and high pitched. It shakes people''s eardrum and scrapes people''s nerves. It makes people want to block their ears to block the entrance of this kind of near torture sound.


    With the harsh scraping sound, twisted handwriting gradually appeared on the smooth mirror.


    The blurred white shadow in the mirror is like a wisp of smoke, which is not far behind.


    it seems that there is an invisible blade across the mirror, leaving a deep white mark on it -


    Mo Yi holds his breath, his eyes move with the struggling letters on it, and then recites them silently in the bottom of his heart.


    S -- I -- s --


    just before the last s had been written, a gloomy voice seemed to come from the depths of the darkness, and a thunderbolt pierced through the dead silence of the room:


    "who is there?"


    Before the sound fell, I just heard the sound of "click and wipe" not far away.


    Mo Yi can''t help but be surprised, a trace of ominous premonition from the bottom of his heart quickly across.


    In the next second, there are thin cracks spreading on the smooth mirror surface, and the blurred white shadow behind them spreads violently outward. Like a spider''s web, the mirror illuminated by the flickering light of flashlight quickly blurs the original clear image into the distortion and confusion of abstract painting.


    The crooked English letters were soon destroyed by the cracked mirror, as if they were thrown into a stone and the whole lake was broken up.


    Mo Yi quickly turned to look at the white shadow standing behind him -


    empty.


    Nothing.


    His spare light glimpsed the thin figure at the door. His pale face and dark eyes quickly aroused Mo Yi''s memory housekeeper!


    Before he could do anything, he just heard a clear crackle not far away from his body. The cracked mirror in the dark frame suddenly broke apart. The transparent glass fragments whirled and splashed everywhere under the flickering flashlight light. The cold white light was reflected in the tens of thousands of small pieces, which quickly melted into the deep and rich darkness Medium.


    Mo Yi subconsciously bows and raises his hand to block his face. But even so, he still feels a small and sharp tingling sensation, which quickly runs across the back of his hand and cheek. Huge glass fragments are printed in the retina, which are flying at a speed that is hard to capture. Gradually, he enlarges and enlarges them in his vision.


    His arm was suddenly pulled by a strong force. Mo Yi''s whole body fell to the direction of his strength. The darkness suddenly came down in front of him, as if all the light and shadow had disappeared in the familiar and cool breath. He felt the tightening of Wen Chen''s arm on his shoulder and back and hugged him back.


    There was a clear footstep in my ear, which seemed to be the sound of leather shoes knocking on the ground.


    Mo Yi couldn''t help but feel a little stiff. He adjusted his head slightly in Wen Chen''s arms, so that his line of sight could just see the open space on his side. I saw the housekeeper pale and fuzzy, like a mask of general face slowly approaching, even the sound of the pace in the dark empty room sounded.


    He took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing frequency. The sound of friction between his ears and the cloth on his chest was heard.


    This time should be similar to the scene in the corridor last time. Mo Yi is not worried about the housekeeper seeing him.


    He was surprised that there was no obvious barrier between the picture frame and the door. His experience of being blocked by the housekeeper in the side hall for the first time made Mo Yi not doubt his night vision ability. In addition, he did not turn off his flashlight immediately when the housekeeper came in. It was obviously a very obvious target in the dark room, but just now, he was blocked in the side hall by the housekeeper The housekeeper asked "who is there" at the door, which shows that although the housekeeper knows there is someone in the room, he does not see who is standing in front of the picture frame.


    ¡­¡­ This is very strange.


    Is to say is Wen Chen just used what method?


    Why, after this method works, is it necessary to use the earliest embrace to block the housekeeper''s search?


    Mo Yi frowned in some confusion and pursed his lips subconsciously.


    The sound of footsteps passed behind Mo Yi and walked towards the wall with the portrait.


    Mo Yi suddenly remembered that the mirror had broken! Now in the frame?


    His heart suddenly jumped, slowly turned his head, and his eyes slowly turned toward the corners of his eyes with his own movement. He could hear the gurgling sound of his spine rubbing and turning in his ears, which was very clear in a dark and silent room.


    At the edge of the line of sight, the housekeeper''s thin and dark figure is like a silhouette. The vague outline is almost integrated with the darkness around him. Standing in front of the picture frame, he seems to be looking up at the picture swallowed by the darkness. His figure almost completely blocks Mo Yi''s sight and can''t see anything in the dark.


    Mo Yi subconsciously tightened his fingers, and his heart beat faster and faster.Suddenly, just at this time, the Butler''s body suddenly shortened, and the portrait in front of him was exposed. In the heavy frame wrapped with gold wires, the rough canvas appeared vague and dim in the dark, and the dried paint cracked and faded, leaving a deep shadow on the canvas. The woman with a vague face stood quietly in the frame in a long skirt that could not be seen , staring at the people outside the frame with dim eyes.


    Everything is back to what it was before, and nothing seems to have happened.


    Mo Yi was stunned. His sight swept the ground beside him in a small range. There was nothing. There were some glass fragments and mirror residues. The ground was clean. Only the floating dust that seemed to have been there for a century was quietly staying in the dark.


    It''s like it was just his fantasy.


    The next second, the housekeeper straightened up and listened to the sound of cloth breaking. The blurred portrait on the portrait was covered by a pale sheet.


    It turned out that he was bending down to pick up the cloth on the ground.


    The housekeeper slowly turned his impassive face, looked at the whole dark and silent hall carefully, and then walked with his steady and even steps towards the entrance of the side hall.


    Not far away, I heard the squeak of the shaft of the door opened and the slight collision sound of the gently closed door.


    Darkness and silence reigned in the side hall.


    Mo Yi breathed out a breath in silence, then retreated a few steps and withdrew from Wen Chen''s arms. He said softly:


    "thank you very much."


    Wen Chen smiles silently. He raises his finger and gently rubs his cheek with his cold finger belly. A little cold touch is rubbed on his cheek which is slightly hot due to tension. The distinct touch feeling seems to wake up Mo Yi''s memory.


    He seemed to think of something, raised his hand and stroked his face.


    It doesn''t hurt.


    Before, the sharp feeling of glass scraps on the cheek disappeared like the mirror itself. The touch on the face was smooth and smooth, without any trace of injury.


    Mo Yi raised the other hand, and the knuckles were pale with excessive force. He slowly unfolded his stiff, almost numb fingers.


    With his movements, the red blood slipped from his fingers and fell into the darkness. Mo Yi continued his movement as if he could not feel the pain. His stiff fingers finally opened completely. In the palm of his white and bright red hand, half a sharp broken lens dyed red by blood was lying in his palm, and the sharp edge was deeply sunk Into the rolled up skin, blood flowed down the lines.


    Mo Yi slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and the shoulder that had been tight just now finally relaxed.


    Just now, when the piece of glass hit him, he caught it in the air with quick eyes and hands, and then held it tightly in the palm of his hand. Because of the excessive force, he could hardly feel the pain.


    Good, Xinkui, this piece of broken glass has been grasped by himself, or I''m afraid it will disappear like other scattered glass fragments.


    Half spread out in the air the palm of the palm was Wen Chen gently dragged.


    Mo Yi looked up at him. Unexpectedly, he saw his brow locked and his lips closed down unconsciously. The originally cold and deep facial features seemed to be tightened, and the shallow gray pupil seemed to suppress his anger.


    Wen Chen did not say anything, just carefully picked out the pieces of the mirror from the wound in his palm.


    Mo Yi, who was in a trance, took a breath of cool air. Then he only saw the expression on Chen''s face, which seemed to be more depressing, and his poor face, which was less emotional, became solemn and solemn like a sculpture.


    Mo Yi raised another spare hand and gently ordered the brow of Wen Chen. He said in a low voice, "don''t worry, I don''t hurt."


    Wen Chen didn''t speak, just gently picked out the pieces of glass, and then looked up at him:


    " I don''t like you getting hurt. "


    His shallow gray eyes were filled with flimsy fragility and anger.


    Wen Chen lowered his head and gently kisses Mo Yi''s pale fingertips stained with blood. His cold lips and cold fingers touch each other. He doesn''t know the difference between you and me. He whispers in a low voice: "I''m just Angry with myself... "


    After his voice went down, even if Mo Yi was so close to him, he couldn''t really hear it.


    Mo Yi fingertip is inching, deep black eyebrow is downcast, gaze at Wen Chen, suddenly cold not Ding ground asks a way: "have sugar?"


    Wen Chen a Leng, some do not understand ground to look at him, and then fingertip slightly move, Mo Yi hangs in the palm of the side of the body, was suddenly lifted up in the mist into a mellow candy.


    He opened his hand and saw that the beautiful orange candy was full of bright and dreamy colors in the dim light. Mo Yi only used one hand and refused Wen Chen''s hand to help him. Then he tore the wrapping paper apart with some difficulty, and turned his fingertips dexterously to peel out the sugar ball completely.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at Wen Chen. He raised his hand without changing his complexion and put the candy against his lips. Then, a strong, round sugar ball hit Wen Chen''s hard teeth, wiped the soft tip of his tongue and rolled into his mouth.Wen Chen mouth contains candy, the expression on the face is a bit at a loss, staring at Mo Yi at a loss.


    Mo Yi asked, "is it sweet?"


    Wen Chen''s cold temperament was destroyed by the funny bulge on his cheek. He looked back at him blankly and nodded hesitantly.


    Mo Yi looked at Wen Chen, and then said solemnly:


    "then don''t think about the ones that have not. Please peel one for me."


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 Chapter 173

    Wen Chen gazed at Mo Yi with a faint stare. His light colored pupil showed a dark gray under the dim light. His thin lip corner was gently pursed. The anger and frustration in his eyes were restrained unconsciously. It was like the sky with clouds and rain after the storm, or the fine sand beach with shallow lines after the sea tide receded.


    He checked his lips with restraint, and with a faint smile on his face, he said in a deep voice:


    " Good. "


    Mo Yi vaguely saw that in the dark, there was a light mist gathering quickly, and a soft touch touched his lips. It seemed that the hard thing wrapped in it reached the teeth through the differential lip flap, and made a "Da" sound. The sweet and greasy smell of strawberry spread in the nose.


    In the dim light of the side hall, Wen Chen leaned forward, attached his lips, and put the round strawberry sugar ball into Mo Yi''s mouth with the cold tip of his tongue. The sweet sweetness quickly burst out on the tip of his tongue. The slightly sour orange flavor and the sweet strawberry flavor mixed and blended in the mouth, and the strong sweetness curled up by the fingertips slid from the root of the tongue to the throat.


    The two soon separated. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and licked the sugar ball with a light orange on his cheek side. He said in a meaningful way:


    "it''s very sweet."


    Wen Chen''s ears began to burn uncontrollably. With his burning eyes, he looked into Mo Yi''s eyes deeply. His voice was hoarse and oppressive:


    "you --"


    Mo Yi restrained some soft colors on his face and replied solemnly:


    "I''m talking about sugar, of course."


    ¡°¡­¡­ That''s it


    Wen Chen was not disappointed at all, but the radian of the corner of his lips became more and more obvious. He moved quickly and went to lick Mo Yi''s warm lips. His voice was slightly hoarse, deep and gentle: "that''s what I said is you."


    Mo Yi coughed a low, restrained voice, and then tried to bring back the topic:


    "OK, we haven''t finished searching this side hall yet."


    With that, he wanted to take his palm out of Wen Chen''s hand, but he was pulled by Wen Chen:


    "and so on."


    I only heard that Chen took out the alcohol and bandage to deal with the wound from Mo Yi''s backpack. He simply dealt with the palm of his hand which had already removed the glass slag, and then wrapped it up carefully. Finally, he tied a delicate bow around his thumb on the back of his hand. After carefully examining his masterpiece, he finally managed to make a point Head, said:


    "it''s ok now."


    Mo Yi moved his sour wrist a little, felt that the bandage did not affect the flexibility of his palm, and said with a smile, "thank you very much."


    After that, he raised his head subconsciously and took a deep look at the oil painting covered with snow-white cloth on the wall beside him. His dark eyebrows and eyes slowly sank down. The relaxed freehand brushwork between his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be covered by the dark clouds of deep thinking. His dark eyes were like an abyss, gazing thoughtfully at the white cloth covered in the oil painting.


    He still remembers the words written on it before. If the housekeeper didn''t stop the process just now, Mo Yi would know what the painting was trying to tell him. Now he only knows the incomplete part of the word sis.


    What exactly does this mean? What would be the complete content?


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows slowly wrinkled, his eyebrows carved a deep impression. He took a deep breath and gathered up his slightly confused thoughts. Then he turned his eyes and looked at Wen Chen. He said, "


    ," let''s go and see the chamber before. "


    After that, they walked toward the deep side hall. The furniture, large and small, covered with pale white cloth, rose and fell in the dark. The vague outline divided the room into several parts, which was like a labyrinth. According to his memory last time, he groped among the pale furniture, and the flashlight in his hand was on the dark narrow road in front of him On the swing, the size of the coffin like furniture lighting.


    After passing through layers of obstacles, Mo Yi finally came to the position where he found the dark room last time.


    He stepped forward and skillfully lifted the fine blanket hanging on the wall.


    In front of his eyes, the dust fluttered up and down. Under the light of the flashlight, Mo Yi looked like a mosquito being disturbed. Mo Yi raised his hand and aimed the light of his flashlight under the blanket, but he could not help but pause slightly.


    Last time, we saw a hidden door that was almost integrated with the wall texture. If we didn''t look carefully, we could hardly see the crack. It seems that it was built for fear of being found. This time It''s not the same as before.


    A dark gray door is suddenly inlaid on the pearl shell color wall. The lines on the door are interwoven and undulating into simple and simple lines, which cast thin shadow lines under the light of the flashlight. Although the texture is almost the same as that of the wall, the distinctive color difference and the completely different patterns tell the viewer that there is a door here.Strange


    Mo Yi frowned suspiciously. He stepped forward and tentatively pushed the door in front of him.


    It''s not locked.


    The door slid noiselessly into the darkness, and this time it did not get stuck in the middle, but opened very directly.


    Mo Yi turns his head and looks at Wen Chen, and then they walk slowly towards the door. The light inside is very dim, as if all the light has been swallowed up by the darkness. The strong smell of dust and rotten smell come on his face, almost choking Mo Yi.


    He wrinkled his nose, slightly pursed the corners of his mouth, and flashed the flashlight into the room -


    behind the door, it was not the same deep corridor as the last time, but a very narrow space, which showed the whole picture completely and quickly under the moving light of the flashlight.


    It seems to be a utility room.


    Mo Yi stood in the same place and slowly turned a circle. The round light column of the flashlight moved with his movement in the room. In this sundry room, there were all kinds of broken furniture and old utensils covered with dust. They were covered with a layer of gray color in the dark, and they were quietly emitting for the past year in the corner of the room The staleness of the times.


    The corridor and room that he had seen since he had opened the door the last time seemed to be an illusion, which was replaced by the grey and dirty sundry room in front of him.


    Mo Yi slightly pursed up the lip angle, the dark eyes reflected the spot in the hand, the deeper the notch in the eyebrow.


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 Chapter 174

    Mo Yi walked slowly to the deep of the room. His eyes were carefully examined in the dark room with the moving light column of the flashlight. The dry and stale air in the room mixed with the strong smell of dust spread in the nose. The cold air stagnated without flowing, and the whole miscellaneous things were filled with dead and old breath.


    There is a thick dust on the sundries piled up around the body. The cobweb like flocculent surface is covered with dark gray under the light, which makes the whole sundry room full of people and can hardly hold the standing position.


    Mo Yi recalled that he had chased a vague figure to this position in the side hall last time, so This time, it''s totally different from the last one. Is it because of this?


    Or Is it related to another key item in this copy?


    Mo Yi is holding the flashlight and his fingers are moving. He feels the heavy weight in his pocket and the cloth beside him is falling down. The cold and hard feeling seems to stick to the warm and soft skin through the thin clothes, which makes his nerves shrink slightly.


    Who does this ring belong to?


    What does the abbreviation engraved on it mean?


    Numerous mysteries, like clouds of smoke, clog Mo Yi''s eyes and thoughts, making this long-time copy even more confusing.


    According to his previous experience, Mo Yi had a vague guess in his heart -


    the figure that has always appeared in the dark and in the mirror may not be in opposition to their position.


    The first time it appeared in the room that the secret door led to. In that narrow encounter between Mo Yi and it, he found the key prop of this copy, The ring, when Mo Yi saw it the second time, was at the dance party, and the third time he saw it was in the mirror just now. Although the notch left on the mirror was interrupted by the housekeeper who later entered, it was still a useful hint.


    In addition, this time Mo Yi came to the dark door before, but opening the door was not the scene before Does this mean that Mo Yi saw that figure in the dark is to lead him to the darkroom, and once there is no guide, players can only find the real room under the Tapestry - the utility room.


    Mo Yi frowned, and thought flashed on his pale face.


    Although he is not sure about the identity of this figure, he feels that It''s trying to tell players something.


    Mo Yi thought of the scene when he saw the figure - either in the dark or in the mirror, so it didn''t show up directly because of some restriction in the copy?


    He slowly took a deep breath. The cold and dry air slid down the respiratory tract into the lung cavity, bringing slight tingling, and pulling Mo Yi back from his mind.


    In any case, it''s no use daydreaming here now.


    Mo Yi took back some of his divergent thinking, then bent down to remove the sundries in front of him. With some difficulty, he cleared out a road that was barely passable for people. Then he turned over and walked slowly towards the narrow sundry room filled with things.


    The state of the body is limited by the narrow passage in front of you, and the hand holding the flashlight can only hang on one side of the body.


    Mo Yi walked cautiously along the gap. He could only see the narrow light shaking in his sight. He reluctantly lit up the debris piled up in front of him. In addition, it was a piece of gray and dark.


    Ear is the rustle of cloth friction, in a dead silence appears monotonous and abrupt.


    At this time, the darkness suddenly flashed through the flickering light of the flashlight, and the pale outline was illuminated.


    It''s a face.


    The pale and fuzzy face stopped straight in front of Mo Yi, only a few inches away from him.


    Mo Yi''s pupils constricted, and a cold sweat burst out behind him. His body''s stress reaction made him want to retreat, but he was limited by the narrow channel. The debris piled up around him began to shake unsteadily with his movements, but he was held fast by his subconscious eyes and hands --


    then the darkness returned to his eyes again, but Mo Yi''s mind was still deeply imprinted The outline of that face.


    He stood cold and listened for a moment, holding his breath.


    Nothing could be heard except the slight noise of the rustling dust.


    Mo Yi still vaguely remembers that he saw in the light that he had just passed by unintentionally. He seemed to be able to stand in the open space ahead. His mind was like an electric rotation. He barely calmed down. He tried his best to restrain his physiological reaction of trying to escape backward. Then he began to move and pace slowly in the narrow channel, and quickly got out of the debris ¡£


    He slowly moved his stiff wrist and lifted the light of his flashlight to the spot where he had just seen the face.


    I saw a marble statue of the same height standing quietly in the dark.


    Mo Yi slowly exhaled a breath, and his tense nerves finally relaxed. His injured palm began to feel prickly with cold sweat, and his back was covered with cold sweat. The clothes on his skin were also cool.Xin Kui just he controlled his subconscious struggle, did not collapse the debris in the whole room.


    Otherwise it would be very difficult to deal with now.


    At that time, although the situation was critical and sudden, Mo Yi''s thinking was not rigid at that time. If he really met a boss in such a narrow channel, such an environment would not only restrict himself, but also the other party. In addition, during the period of fright and suffocation, the other party did not make any action, and he did not hear any sound Then the situation is likely to be a false alarm.


    What''s more - although Wen Chen''s ability in the copy is limited by the degree of movement, it''s very easy to find out whether there are dangerous factors hidden in such a small room. If Wen Chen didn''t warn him just now, then the possible danger in front of him is very likely to be insufficient for fear.


    So Mo Yi used the fastest time to calm down and boldly made a decision to move forward.


    Through the gap came to smell Chen''s voice: "are you ok?"


    Mo Yi calmed down and replied in a slightly hoarse voice It''s OK. "


    At this moment, he noticed that there seemed to be some difference between the marble statue and the outside, and the dark black clothes wrapped his whole body tightly.


    Mo Yi approached a few steps and looked at the marble statue in front of him with some doubts,


    but when he came to the opposite side of the marble statue, he could not help but be a little stunned.


    Between the marble like a familiar face - without any characteristics, as if it can be integrated into the crowd of facial features are rigidly fixed on the head, looks like a mask general weird and ghostly, giving people a strange sense of discord, as if watching a disordered reorganization of the puzzle.


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 Chapter 175

    Mo Yi was slightly stunned, and then slowly frowned. He walked to the marble statue and observed the face of the stone statue with the light of his flashlight in his hand.


    The same pale face, the same facial contour, all the details of the face are lifelike, and its eyes are not as pale and colorless as other marbles. Instead, it devours all the bright dark black, as empty as a black hole, which is no different from a real person.


    Mo Yi holds his breath slightly, tentatively reaches out his hand and touches the face of the statue in front of him.


    It looks like the smooth texture of the fingers is hard under the light of the flashlight.


    It''s dead.


    But every detail of it is so lifelike that it scares people''s heart. Mo Yi can''t help but feel an illusion. It will move in the next second and slowly turn its head to look at itself.


    But it stood still in the dark, its dark, empty eyes staring into the distance.


    Wen Chen also came in from the place where Mo Yi had just passed through. He carefully examined Mo Yi and determined that he was unhurt in a short period of time away from his sight. Then he turned his head and looked at the dusty marble statue.


    Mo Yi adjusted the angle of his wrist and controlled the flashlight to shine on the rest of the room.


    The thick shadow in the deep of the room is illuminated by a weak and pale light column, and the moving light source dispels some dead darkness, and slowly displays other scenes in the room in Moyi''s sight.


    In the depths of the room, there were countless pale marble statues, standing in the same position in the dark, gazing at him quietly.


    As the round light of the flashlight moves on the face of each marble statue, Mo Yi breathes a breath of cold air silently.


    Although all the stone statues have the same face.


    Housekeeper.


    Mo Yi felt a strange and subtle sense of human being climbing up his back and slowly infiltrating into his skin, bringing cold and discomfort that could not be ignored.


    Slowly, he took a few steps into the darkness, shortening the distance between himself and the group of marble statues with housekeeper''s faces, walking forward and observing them carefully one by one.


    At this time, Mo Yi found some details that he had not had time to pay attention to just now.


    In these dense marble statues, although most of them are complete, some of them are damaged and incomplete. Some "housekeepers" have broken their arms and legs, some "housekeepers" have a huge hole in their heads, or the vague and ordinary facial features are broken, revealing the empty and pale inner lining under them.


    Are these marbles hollow?


    Mo Yi was stunned. He got close to the marble statue which was missing on his cheek. He stretched out his hand and gently scratched through the irregular crack. The sharp texture on the edge brought slight pain to his finger pulp.


    However, in addition, Mo Yi seems to feel something strange and sticky


    Greasy, cold, like the skin of a cold-blooded animal attached to mucus.


    Strange


    Mo Yi used a flashlight to shine on his hands. He saw a little semi solidified liquid on his finger belly. The chaotic viscous liquid dyed his pale fingers a slightly dirty color, emitting a familiar smell.


    Sweet and greasy, cold.


    The smell that Mo Yi had smelled several times in the corridor or in the house before now seemed to concentrate on his fingertips, as if from the moment he touched the skin. The sweet and greasy smell began to gather in the narrow and silent darkness, which represented the breath of death and ominous, silent and strong, almost making people feel physiological discomfort.


    Mo Yi couldn''t bear to wrinkle his nose. He turned down his head and pulled out a paper towel to wipe the liquid on his fingers. But even so, the sweet and disgusting smell still lingered around his nose for a long time.


    He flashed his flashlight into the hollow parts of the marble, peering through the irregular breach.


    In the pale inner wall of the marble statue, there was a layer of such unknown liquid, which was shining in the light.


    Mo Yi slowly stepped back two steps, and then raised his eyes to the countless neatly arranged marble statues at the back of the room. His dark eyes flickered slightly under the light and fell into deep thought.


    Can the smell you smell at the scene of the player''s death come from this liquid? Will it have anything to do with the housekeeper? Although there are so many things that are still unclear and it is too early to draw a conclusion immediately, Mo Yi''s intuition tells him that he has made a big step forward.


    Before, he could only see the tip of the iceberg on the water, and could only glimpse the copy. But now, Mo Yi felt that he was slowly approaching the truth. Although the seemingly disordered clues in front of him seemed unrelated, as long as he found the key entry point, he could string them into a complete network.And now he''s got some vague ideas.


    Mo Yi takes a deep breath and takes back his eyes.


    At this time, only heard Chen behind him without omen, said: "time is not much."


    Mo Yi was pulled back to reality by his words. He looked down at the dial on his wrist. It was two ten in the afternoon.


    According to the previous experience, the servants in the house would knock at the player''s door at 2:40 and take them to tea in the afternoon. Therefore, if they leave now, they still have time to return to their room before the maid knocks.


    Mo Yi finally took a deep look at the dark room. The pale marble was arranged in order in the silent darkness. Countless pairs of empty and dark eyes were staring at the front. The fuzzy and rigid facial lines appeared strange in the dark, which made people feel cold behind.


    "Let''s go," he whispered


    After that, Mo Yi and Wen Chen together pushed out toward the outside of the sundry room along the narrow passage. The stale dust smell that rubbed out all the way covered the residual sweet and greasy taste on the body. The sundry room in the dark still looked narrow and chaotic. It was impossible to see that such a wide space was hidden behind the accumulation of the above debris.


    They walked out of the dark door one after another, followed the path they had entered before, and walked through the labyrinth of tall furniture wrapped in white cloth in the side hall, then passed through the dark and cold side hall, narrow and dark corridor, and finally stood in the wide hall again.


    There was no one in the hall. It was so quiet that I could hear the sound of breathing.


    However, at this time, Mo Yi saw that in the darkness on the other side of the hall, a thin figure appeared slowly.


    The familiar pale face, the dark and empty eyes, the face covered with false and polite masks, and the black and straight uniform were no different from the countless marble statues standing quietly in the dark just now.


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 Chapter 176

    Mo Yi could not help breathing.


    The shock of what he had seen in the dark room had not yet dissipated. In his mind, countless white marble statues arranged orderly in the dark appeared in his mind. Countless dark and empty eyes coincided with the eyes in front of him. The cold sight fell on his body and moved slowly, bringing a sticky feeling like reptiles.


    Mo Yi suppressed his own heart and looked back at the past.


    The housekeeper''s eyes slowly fell on Mo Yi''s body side, which was stained with dust. There were faint bloodstains on the gauze stained with dust, and tightly twined the pale and thin palms falling on his side.


    "Ah, are you hurt?"


    His questions sounded distant and polite, and the cold and gloomy voice seemed to have a soft hissing sound, which made the listener''s back uncontrollably cool.


    Mo Yi hid his hand behind his back without trace and covered it with the shadow of his body:


    "it''s just carelessness."


    The housekeeper''s eyes moved up slowly from his side, and his empty eyes were tightly fixed on Mo Yi''s face:


    "do you need help to deal with the wound?"


    Although he asked so, he didn''t seem to care about Mo Yi''s answer to his own question, and walked towards him quickly. The distance between them was quickly narrowed. The Butler''s pale and thin palm reached out to Mo Yi, but he quickly avoided it.


    Mo Yi took a step back and replied, "it''s just a small injury. Don''t bother you."


    The housekeeper took back his frozen hand without changing his face. The radian of the smile on his face was still standard as measured by a ruler, as if it were a delicate and perfect mask. He said in a cold voice:


    "in that case --"


    before the words were finished, the housekeeper''s facial expression seemed to freeze in an instant.


    His smile, which had not changed since Mo Yi entered the copy, slowly disappeared from his lips. The rigid lip lines tightened and straightened, and became a short straight line without any emotion. It was like a perfect mask on his face, as if a thin gap had been split, from which slowly flowed the silent stiffness.


    The housekeeper looked at Mo Yi without expression. There was something cold and dark in his dark and empty eyes. He said softly, "it''s strange."


    His voice was slow and calm, as vague and soft as the murmur on the pillow in the night. But somehow, Mo Yi could hear it clearly, and only heard him repeat:


    "it''s strange."


    The housekeeper looked at Mo Yi with his black hole eyes and looked calm and strange:


    "I smell the smell that should not appear."


    The cold shiver slowly climbed to his back, and Mo Yi instantly recalled the strange liquid he had accidentally stained on his fingers in the dark room. The cold and sweet smell seemed to be the breath of death and decay, lingering vaguely in the dark China, like a gangrene attached to bones.


    The thick smell of dust covered it up, but it never disappeared.


    Now, at least in front of the housekeeper.


    At this time, the housekeeper''s still expressionless face appeared some subtle changes. The elements of the five senses, which seemed to have been not very harmonious before, seemed to be more conflicted. Under the vibration, the incomplete jigsaw became more chaotic and twisted. His dark and empty eyes seemed to take on the shocking horror, which made him change from the simple It is a subtle sense of disobedience with real people, and step into the abyss of inhumanity.


    He held out his hand to Mo Yi:


    "can I see your palm?"


    Mo Yi''s back slowly rose a cold sense of evil, as if something hairy things climbing up his nerve, he slowly back vigilantly, the heart slightly tightened.


    Just then, he felt a cold hand gently holding his wrist.


    Mo Yi turned his head to look around, his eyes straight into Wen Chen''s light colored eyes. His eyes with a slight metallic cold light and his cold touch on his wrist seemed to say silently - I''m here.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, nodded to him slightly, and then turned to look at the housekeeper again.


    He carefully keeps the distance from the housekeeper and tries his best to extract information from him:


    "tell me what it tastes like first."


    The housekeeper''s pale face looks like a piece of ice melting slightly in the sunlight under the bright light of the hall. His facial features are twisted slightly. His plaster like skin surrounds his empty eyes. His voice is cold and mechanical. There is a gurgling sound in his throat like hard objects:


    "-- your hand."


    He seems to have become a puppet who can only repeat, with a crazy look in his dark eyes.


    Mo Yi heard the harsh sound of "Kara" and "Kara" coming from behind him. He was stunned and turned his face to look behind him.The marble statues that had been fixed on the wall moved slowly. They broke away from their original positions. Their pale faces turned straight to Mo Yi from various angles. Their pale eyes were empty and did not focus on him. Countless fine stones and wall skins fell to the ground with their movements, and they made a sound of hearing and sound The hall was particularly harsh.


    The marble statues moved slowly and rigidly, and the housekeeper was pressing him step by step. His empty eyes were staring at him without focus. His hoarse voice was like a broken tape:


    " Mistakes Broken... "


    Mo Yi''s heart leaped. At the moment when his eyes touched the housekeeper''s stiff face with a crazy and twisted look, he knew that the current situation could not be communicated.


    Mo Yi''s face is calm and his mind is like electricity. His palm is cold and steady.


    That would be preemptive.


    He picked up the decorative porcelain on the shelf beside him, swung his arm and smashed it on the housekeeper''s head. His action was fierce and decisive. He heard a crash, and the porcelain pieces split on the housekeeper''s head in an instant, just like a grand snowflake scattered on the ground, making a jingling sound.


    The housekeeper''s face instantly cracked a black crack like a spider web, which made him look more ferocious and terrifying. There was a huge crack in his face, but there was no blood flowing out. Only sharp and irregular pale edges were embedded in his head.


    The sweet, greasy and cold smell spread.


    At the moment of Mo Yi''s action, Wen Chen is no longer motionless. Wisps of mist spread from his whole body, twining on the marble statues that are rushing towards Mo Yi. The seemingly soft and thin mist is like an entity that pulls their joints, making them unable to move forward. After all, although he can''t directly do something to the boss in the copy, but It''s not very difficult to trip them up.


    Mo Yi calmly wipes out the blood bead that is scratched and oozes from his palm, and conveniently throws away the remaining pieces of porcelain in his hand.


    The housekeeper has not stopped, but is still trying to break away from the shackles of his body.


    Mo Yi squats down and looks at his broken skull hollow and stone.


    Sure enough, he is also a marble statue.


    However, the difference is that in his head, the thin viscous liquid is not dirty dark gray, but black and white red mixed appearance.


    Mo Yi reached out and picked up a piece of debris from the ground, carefully prevented the liquid on it from getting on his fingers, handed it to the housekeeper and asked softly:


    "what is this?"


    The housekeeper''s face looked distorted and ugly. He seemed to have lost his mind in his dark eyes. In his hoarse and sharp voice, he whispered the same words over and over like a broken recorder:


    " Mistakes Broken... "


    It seems that there is no communication.


    Mo Yi is a little disappointed to throw away the pieces, and then look down at his watch: time is running out.


    With a sigh, he lifted up the wooden frame that had been used to hold the porcelain and smashed it hard on the same place on the housekeeper''s head.


    At last he was completely still, most of his face was broken, fragments of marble were scattered on the carpet, and at the same time, the other marbles in the room stopped moving as if they had been taken away from their lives.


    It looks like a murder scene.


    Mo Yi threw away what he had in hand, rubbed his numb arm and let out a long breath.


    Wen Chen walks to him side, deep voice asks a way: "are you ok?"


    His eyes touched the tiny blood mark on Mo Yi''s palm and frowned slowly. It seemed that he was a little annoyed.


    Mo Yi looked up at him, shook his head and said, "it doesn''t hurt."


    "I have limited permissions within the replica." Wen Chen pursed his lips, and a trace of pain flashed between his eyebrows and eyes I''m sorry. "


    He can''t directly deal with the boss in the copy, or even directly help Mo Yi find clues. The only thing he can do is to be the final insurance against Mo Yi''s real distress. With Mo Yi''s prudence and ability, he rarely puts himself in that situation. Even if this happens, Wen Chen has no doubt that Mo Yi can rely on his own ability Deal with the situation well - this almost useless sense of powerlessness made him feel guilty.


    Mo Yi shook his head: "even if you don''t have the authority, you make my work much easier, and you don''t owe me anything. What can I apologize for?"


    He laughed, raised his hand to rub Wen Chen''s hair in a mess, and then said:


    "it''s too late to go."


    Just as he turned to leave, Mo Yi''s remaining light glanced at the ground and was stunned. He could not help looking at it. He saw the black, white and red viscous liquid flowing from the broken head of the housekeeper. He didn''t know when it had turned into a dark and dirty gray 161www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!

 Chapter 177

    Mo Yi was stunned, and his eyes fell on the wet carpet along the sticky liquid flowing from the broken marble fragments. His sight stayed on the dirty gray mucus for a long time. Suddenly, he looked down at his wrist watch:


    2:37.


    In three minutes the maid would come to his door and knock.


    Mo Yi turned his head and Wen Chen quickly exchanged a look, and then he turned around and ran to the top of the stairs, which was weakened by the carpet. The rapid footsteps echoed in the deep and silent corridor. In the house with complex corridor structure, Mo Yi stirred up the faint overlapping echo and slowly spread out in the dark.


    Ear is the whistling wind of running, mixed with messy footsteps and rapid heartbeat, whistling quickly.


    Deep corridor with the pace in front of the rapid backward, familiar scenes gradually spread out.


    Mo Yi has already seen the vague outline of his room. He is waiting quietly in the dark not far away. On the ground at the door of the room, it seems that there are still some dark things on the ground.


    As he gasped violently, he slowed down his galloping pace.


    As the distance narrowed, the blurry outline of the door became clearer - it was a tray with many dishes.


    Mo Yi then recalled that he missed the breakfast time at 10 o''clock this morning.


    At this time, his remaining light saw that the dim yellow light on the wall at the other end of the corridor had printed a deep figure. The fuzzy footstep sound approached slowly in the corridor, and the black shadow on the wall gradually amplified with the steady footstep sound -


    came.


    Mo Yi quickly bent down to pick up the tray on the ground. Wen Chen has already opened the door. They dodge behind the door as quickly as possible.


    He put the tray in his hand on the table beside him. The silver tray and the hard table edge collided and made a crisp sound. Mo Yi breathed out a puff of turbid air with relief. Then he bent down and pressed his hand on his knee. In his sight, the dark shadow like tide surged up in his sight. With his breath in his ear, he remembered the buzzing sound, which made him feel dizzy for a moment.


    Mo Yi felt a cold hand pressed on his shoulder. The cold and soft touch penetrated into the thin clothes with a slight force, acting on his body like a tranquilizer. Mo Yi blinked hard, and the dark film in front of him slowly dissipated. The hum in his mind seemed to disappear gradually. He took a breath, reached for the door frame beside him, and straightened himself up with the help of his hand. His eyes were on Wen Chen''s pale worried eyes.


    He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but his eyes crossed Wen Chen''s cheek and looked behind him. The dark picture frame wrapped with golden silk thread was half hidden in the shadow. The pale and naked woman was lying in the blood red velvet and satin, with a vivid and serene face directly facing him, and a thin blood thread was lying across his neck.


    The dark and lifeless black eyes were half open and covered with a light gray film.


    ¡­¡­ Open your eyes?


    Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, just to the mouth of the words can not help but silence.


    At this time, only listen to the door plate around the "Dong Dong" knock.


    The loud voice exploded in his just recovered ears, and the vibration from the door was transmitted to Mo Yi''s palm holding the door frame. Even though he had already prepared for this, he still felt a slight shock in his heart.


    Mo Yi focused on the painting hanging on the wall again: I saw that the woman''s eyes were still closed.


    Dong Dong Dong Dong.


    The knock on the door rang again.


    Mo Yi slowly took back his palm on the door, carefully opened a little distance between himself and the door panel, and fixed his eyes on the black brown door panel made of solid wood in front of him, as if it was something that would bite people.


    He counted the seconds in his mind.


    1¡¢ Two, three


    Three seconds later, the even knock on the door rings again, and Mo Yi reaches out to open the door.


    I saw that the pale and stiff maid was standing at the door, a pair of dark and empty eyes were watching him closely.


    She bowed deeply, and the content and tone of her speech were the same as last time:


    "distinguished guest, afternoon tea is ready, please come with me."


    Mo Yi is about to nod his head, but it seems to suddenly think of something. He is slightly stunned and then says in a hurry:


    "wait a minute."


    As soon as he had finished speaking, he closed the door again in front of the maid.


    Wen Chen, who had watched all this from the beginning to the end:.... "


    Mo Yi turns around, and his eyes are just on Wen Chen''s indescribable sight. He hooks his lips, reaches out and takes out that piece of broken glass from his pocket. He raises his hand and shakes it. Then he points to the bed in the middle of the room and makes a gesture of tearing.


    Wen Chen suddenly realized that he turned around and walked quickly to the bedside in the room. He stretched out his hand and gently tore off the long sheet from the bedside. Then he went back to the door and handed the cloth to Mo Yi.Mo Yi took the cloth, lowered his head, and carefully wound the long and soft cloth around the slender end of the irregular mirror fragment. The sharp edges and corners of the cloth wrapped the whole thing. The mirror fragments between his fingers flipped with his action, and the shining reflection on the wall was like an insect jumping and climbing.


    In this copy, you can see things that can''t be seen by the naked eye through a mirror, so the sooner it can be used, the better.


    At this time, Mo Yi inadvertently glimpses something unusual in the mirror. He can''t help but be a little stunned. His movements in his hands can''t help but stop, and his eyes extend behind him along the image in the mirror.


    He turned his head and looked behind him. He saw that the silver tray he had just brought into the room was spreading on the table at random. The small lid on the dishes on the tray was slightly shaken open with the action he had not paid attention to just now, revealing the exquisite food under it.


    Mo Yi reached for the outer edge of the bowl - it was cold.


    He held his breath slightly, adjusted the mirror in his hand to the right angle, rushed to the food with the lid lifted, and looked into the mirror again.


    In the irregular fragments of the mirror, we can see exquisite porcelain dishes, and Among them, Mo Yi tentatively fiddled with his fork in the bowl. His eyes were still staring at the patterns in the mirror. He saw that the deep and shallow red in the bowl was a viscous liquid, which was slowly dripping down the silver fork. The texture was -


    oil paint.


    Mo Yi''s fingers trembled slightly, and his heart tensed with this guess. It seemed that he was falling down with a heavy weight. It was like swallowing a hard and cold stone. His stomach was cold and uncomfortable.


    Is These days, are they eating pigment?


    Mo Yibai frowned incomprehensibly, moved away from his gaze at the mirror, and turned to staring at the colorful and rich food in the bowl in a daze - but it shouldn''t be. According to Mo Yi''s own conjecture about the game Starving players to death is not the end of the game.


    At this time, the more loud knock on the door interrupted Mo Yi''s meditation and pulled him out of his mind.


    It seems that the maid at the door is impatient, and starts the repeated and monotonous percussion again.


    Mo YILENG Leng Leng, back to God, and then raised his voice in response to the way: " Here we are. "


    After that, he tied the cloth belt wrapped with glass fragments in his hand in a hurry, put it in his pocket, turned around and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands quickly. He washed away the sweet and greasy taste of the housekeeper''s Marble fragments on his palm. When Mo Yi came out of the bathroom, he finally took a deep look at the end of the silver tray Then he turned and walked towards the door panel which had not stopped knocking since just now.


    Mo Yi stretched out her hand and opened the door. The maid''s pale and stiff face appeared behind the door again. Her deep black eyes did not seem to have much emotional fluctuation. Her voice was still cold and polite:


    "distinguished guest, time is running out, everyone is waiting for you."


    Mo Yi nodded his head and put the door behind him. He whispered, "let''s go."


    After saying that, he and Wen Chen followed the maid to the deep corridor. The road on the road was so familiar that it hardly needed too much difficulty to describe the shape of the next section of the road. The flickering dim light cast a dim shadow on the wall, as they moved forward, it seemed that they were slowly wriggling backward.


    Mo Yi seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts all the way, covering his dark eyes with his slightly drooping eyelids, his pale face glowing with cold light under the weak light, and his brows locked up behind the maid, and he walked forward step by step.


    Until the maid finally stopped, pushed the door close in front of her, then leaned over, bowed slightly, and said:


    "please."


    It is the same delicate small hall. The green wallpaper is vigorous against the dark color in the corridor. The hall is full and bright. It is full of exquisite sofas and small tables. However, the players in the room are demoralized. They sit on the chair like frosted leaves Zhou Mu''s drive to search for clues in the room.


    Mo Yi''s eyes turn slowly in the small hall.


    The other players who are still alive have arrived and filled the room to the full.


    Just then, he heard a familiar voice behind him:


    "you are late."


    Mo Yi climbs up behind his spine with a cold feeling, which runs straight to his head. The sense of horror attacks him like a wave, and pierces his brain like a steel needle, bringing endless tingling and coldness.


    He slowly turned his head and looked behind him. He could almost hear the rubbing sound of his neck bone turning in his ear.


    The pale, stiff, ill defined, mask like, polite face was facing him, and the thin, ugly lips flowed between the opening and closing of the words, without any fluctuation in tone:"Please take your seat. Tea will be here in a minute."


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 Chapter 178

    In the following time, Mo Yi has been a little absent-minded.


    In addition to the first round of the puzzle, Mo found the largest copy in the second week, Important clues are like hard and bare black stones on the beach. With the gradual retreat of the sea water, some eyebrows are revealed, but the explosive appearance of clues also makes the whole situation complicated.


    Mo Yi feels like a mouse in a maze, stumbling between the staggered walls to find a way out.


    But after going around the fork in the road, there is another dead end ahead.


    Mo Yi stirred the tea in his tea cup, watching the curling white smoke slowly rising, and covered his eyelashes with a thin and dense water mist.


    He''s not ready to drink.


    As he sat down just now, he used the mirror in his pocket to sweep the food in the tray in front of his eyes - as he expected, all the tea and cakes were scarlet and sticky paint, but when he flashed the mirror at the food on other players'' tables, it was nothing different.


    The feeling of being targeted is very bad.


    Mo Yi puts the delicate white porcelain tea set on the table. The slightly scalded black tea splashes out from the edge of the cup, and the round water stains slowly appear on the hollowed out tablecloth with snow-white lace.


    He looked up at the housekeeper standing in the corner of the room. The housekeeper was still black, only his collar and cuffs were covered with white. His pale face was shrouded in fuzzy darkness. From Mo Yi''s point of view, he could only see half of his stiff chin and lips with an invariable smile - there was no tragic image of him smashed by Mo Yi in the living room half an hour ago.


    From the perspective of the housekeeper''s present attitude, it is likely that he has no previous memory.


    But Mo Yi is not sure.


    Subconsciously, he groped for the tiny break in his palm which was cut by the flying debris. The slight pain feeling subtly stimulated the nerve under the skin, as if it was a thin silk thread tightly binding the reality and imagination, making his brain more awake under the stimulation of pain.


    At this moment, a voice rang at my side: "you are What''s the matter? "


    Mo Yi turns his head and looks in the direction of the sound. He doesn''t know when he gets close to him. He is looking down at his palm on the table.


    The bandage wrapped on his hand was dirty by dust and debris. The faint blood was seeping in the palm slightly curled up. The gray bandage was dyed dark, and it was out of place against the white tablecloth.


    Mo Yi is not used to * *''s sudden familiarity. He frowns a little, leans back to pull the distance between them. Then he turns his hand over and covers the bloodstain from his palm. He replies lightly:


    "nothing. It''s just that you are not careful when searching."


    **Mo Yi''s estranged attitude is also met with a snub of ashes, can''t help but have some chat.


    He shifted the subject somewhat stiffly and said, "it''s really complicated to say that this copy will reincarnate."


    **Looking at Mo Yi, who was silent, he asked casually: "I don''t see you in the hall before lunch No other player saw you this morning. Did you go anywhere? "


    The content of his words is too straightforward.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at him with a light expression: "I''m just wandering around. When the time comes, I''ll go back to my room directly. I don''t know you''ll gather in the hall at noon. So, do you have any important content to talk about? Help me keep up with the progress. "


    **The expression on his face was a little stiff, and the expression on his face could not be hung. He forced himself to maintain his pleasant expression, but his voice had taken on a bit of stifling stiffness: "it''s nothing..."


    Mo Yi''s face was aloof and indifferent. His dark eyes looked at him without any emotion. He succeeded in swallowing the unspoken words back to him. He gave a dry ha ha, and then walked back in a hurry from the direction he had just come.


    He drew back his eyes indifferently, and his eyes fell on the pale water mark beside the teacup, which had been almost dry during this time, and now left only a few shallow, almost indistinguishable spots.


    **It''s not hard to guess why he came to the auditorium for a long time, but because he didn''t show up for a long time, and he came to the hall at the latest in the afternoon, so he suspected that he had found any clues in this period of time, so he came to explore the news. However, Mo Yi was surprised that * * had always regarded himself as an expert and the leader of the whole team, so he found out that Mo Yi''s action was in another place Only when it is a challenge to his authority can he become so angry. Then At the moment, why is he willing to put down his body and come to him to spy on intelligence?


    Mo Yi takes a glance in the direction of * * without trace.He is sitting with Li Wang at the moment and seems to be discussing something.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully - something beyond his expectation must have happened during the period when he disappeared from the public''s sight.


    The afternoon tea ended in a low and eerie tone.


    As usual, the housekeeper stood at the door and politely invited all the players to follow him to the restaurant. Mo Yi stood up with the crowd and went to the dark corridor with the crowd.


    He''s not going to sneak away this time.


    Last time, Mo Yi left the team on the first day of dinner and went to the side hall. When he came back, he found that the housekeeper was not waiting in the dining room. He didn''t show up until he urged people to return to the room that night. During this period, players were completely unaware of the Butler''s whereabouts, which made Mo Yi curious - moreover, he really wanted to know what * * they wanted to do What''s the pattern.


    Players are full of heart to follow behind the Butler, toward the flickering faint spot of the corridor deep.


    The crowd soon came to the restaurant, and they all took their seats. The number of seats was still the same as before, which made the table seem empty. The number of players this time was much less than that of the last time. This idea troubled every player and made them feel uneasy.


    Fragrant dishes like water to send the general, in front of the players placed full.


    All the red pigments were sent to Mo Yi.


    Although Wen Chen put the food that had no problem on his side into Mo Yi''s plate, Mo Yi just fiddled with the tableware and moved the food in his plate for a few mouthfuls.


    His eyes have been intentionally or unintentionally swept over the unimportant side of the restaurant. Since the beginning of the meal, the well-dressed Butler has been standing quietly in the dead corner of the brightly lit dining room. The whole person is like a dark shadow stuck in front of the wall, as if it were a dead thing without life.


    Dinner was soon over.


    Nothing happened throughout the meal.


    The housekeeper never left.


    Mo Yi frowned with a little doubt and looked around at the players sitting at the table. They all ate the last dessert from the plate. The whole restaurant looked quiet, as if there was no hidden danger. After all the players finished eating, the housekeeper slowly came up and said, "distinguished guests, please Everyone followed their maids and left


    With that, he bowed deeply, then turned and opened the door of the restaurant, revealing the dimly lit corridor.


    Players follow the maid''s lead and go out.


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen also returned to their room. Mo Yi looked around his room roughly and found that the tray and the cold food on it had been taken away. The quiet and spacious room looked as clean as no one had ever lived in. Even the torn sheets were restored to their original state, and everything was calm.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed to be thinking about something. After a few seconds, he seemed to have made up his mind and turned to Wen Chen and said:


    "let''s go. Let''s go back to the side hall."


    After saying that, he turned to pull back the door plank behind him, poked out his head and looked into the corridor. After confirming that the maid had gone far away, Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked out of the door of the room one after another, and then walked quickly towards the side hall.


    Mo Yi could not help but feel a slight pause when passing through the hall. His eyes fell on the clean and tidy ground. The thick fluff on the carpet looked soft and warm under the bright light. The scattered marble fragments and viscous sweet and greasy liquid were missing, as if nothing had happened.


    He withdrew his eyes, slowly took a deep breath, and walked towards the side hall.


    The door of the side hall still stands quietly in the dark and cold corridor. There is no big change on it as when Mo Yi came here. Mo Yi pushes open the door, and the deep and cold breath spreads out along the open door. It seems that the cold water is pouring into the warm lake, and the cold dust is coming.


    Mo Yi skillfully walked to the deep of the room. After passing through the white maze, he finally came to the secret entrance of the dark room again. Wen Chen helped him lift the thick tapestry covering the door panel. Mo Yi reached out and pushed the narrow door board which was obviously different from the wall beside him.


    A large amount of dust was thrown up in front of the bright light column of the flashlight, flying in the light.


    He sensitively smelled the familiar smell mixed in the air - the sweet and greasy smell was floating in the cold and dark room like a gossamer, as if there was nothing or if there was a ghost.


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes were slightly dignified, and he walked quickly toward the pile of miscellaneous goods. He turned to his side and moved slowly toward the dusty debris piled up high above him. As he approached, the familiar sweet and greasy smell seemed more clear and thick, lingering in his nose for a long time.Mo Yi stands in the open space behind the pile of debris, shining his flashlight to the front.


    Next to the marble statue of the housekeeper he saw last time, another marble statue appeared.


    The uniform on its body is messy and dirty, stained with dust and marble snow-white debris. The clothing materials on its limbs also have traces of being bound. The most prominent thing is that the head of the marble statue seems to have been hit by a heavy object. The whole pale face is covered with spider web cracks, and the silent black eyes are the same as the marble around him Staring blankly into the distant darkness, there is a big hole in the side of the head, along which can be seen the gray dirty liquid.


    The air is familiar with the sweet and greasy smell, in the narrow space accumulation and collection, as if liquid in the dark slowly winding flow, making people feel nauseous.


    Mo Yi raised his arm to cover his mouth and nose. He turned his head and said to Wen Chen, "let''s go."


    The purpose of his coming here has been achieved.


    The conjecture is confirmed - the Butler is definitely not the monster in this copy.


    He''s just a prop.


    A mass production puppet and marionette.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, then turned and walked out along the narrow gap. His clothes were crumpled in the process, and dust fell on his shoulders and arms. He simply patted the dust on his body, and then walked quickly to the door of the sundry room.


    The dark and cold air in the side hall dissipated the sweet and greasy smell in his nose, leaving only the silent smell and temperature in the side hall like a stone chamber.


    The two of them skillfully returned along the original road. Now the seemingly complex terrain in the side hall could not defeat Mo Yi. They walked through it as if they were on the flat ground, and soon came to the open space in the side hall.


    Br >


    at this time, it seems that he is walking in the direction of the light painting on the wall.


    The pale cloth that should have been covered in the oil painting fell to the ground and piled up on the ground. The portrait under the cloth was exposed to the air.


    The profile of the portrait''s face is blurred, and the paint on it dries and cracks.


    But her eyes were dark and bright, and her long black hair spread over her shoulders like a waterfall.


    Mo Yi''s face was slightly tense. He looked up at the high portrait of the man silently and slowly took a deep breath.


    That means someone has filled it with black paint.


    New victims appear.


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 Chapter 179

    Mo Yi ran out of the side hall without hesitation. The lights in the hall were bright, and the Baroque heavy furniture and pale marble were covered with a layer of soft light. It was covered by the special heavy silence in the house, as if time and air were still at the same time.


    It doesn''t look like an accident.


    Mo Yi frowned a little suspiciously and walked toward the top of the stairs. The corridor was also silent.


    Is it that the body has not been found?


    Mo Yi walks to the rooms where other players live according to the route he remembers, and touches the end one by one. It''s not too late now, Many players are wandering around the house searching for clues, so the door of each room is tightly closed. There is no trace of blood smell or familiar sweet smell. Only the gloomy flavor of the ancient house is permeated in the dark and dim narrow corridor.


    The dead corridor stretched in front of my eyes as if I could not reach the end, but no body was found in any room.


    Mo Yi stopped his pace, his brows tightened into a thick dark cloud, and some absentmindedly fiddled with the bandage on his palm.


    It''s strange


    However, he turned to think that since he knew that someone was dead, it was not very urgent to look for bodies. It would be very strange to knock on the door one by one now. In any case, he would know which player died in the morning, and he would not be in a hurry for a moment.


    Mo Yi turns to walk out of the corridor and begins to look for other clues in the house.


    There was not much to gain until eleven o''clock.


    And when other players came back to the room one after another, he didn''t hear anyone scream or announce the discovery of the body. Mo Yi suppressed his doubts and had to return to their room with Wen Chen.


    After they quickly washed, they turned off the lights and lay side by side on the bed. Mo Yi stared at the fuzzy ceiling in the dark with his eyes wide open. His soft velvet was slowly fluctuating with the frequency of his breathing. He felt the uncontrollable anxiety and impatience, which stretched out from the deliberately suppressed mood during the day, and stretched out his touch recklessly in the darkness and silence Whiskers, black seeds like wild grass like crazy out of the head.


    Mo Yi has to admit that although the time of entering the replica is not short, he still hasn''t made many breakthrough discoveries, and he hasn''t even touched the basic thread of this replica.


    Strictly collect, tomorrow is the last day of this week. After all, most of the third day is trapped in the room and can''t move. Basically, there is no chance of free movement.


    This replica is like warm, slowly heated water, and they''re like frogs waiting to die.


    It grinds their patience carefully and carefully with peaceful scripts with few fierce conflicts, numbs players with exaggerated death numbers which are not much compared with the total number of people, and then approaches their bottom line little by little. With dazzling patterns and dazzling clues, or true or false clues, it makes the players in it feel dizzy and dizzy, unable to find the victims The real appearance hidden in the calm appearance.


    Mo Yi''s eyes are staring at the front without blinking. It seems that he wants to see through the darkness in his eyes. The faint feeling of acid rising spreads up, which makes him have to close his eyes. The dry eyes under his eyelids are covered by physiological tears.


    He began to comb through every clue he found throughout the copy.


    The longer he thought about it, the more frightened Mo Yi felt - he was already the farthest forward among all the players, but even so, he still felt as if his hands and feet were tied together. The loose and scattered clues and the long drawn time line made the whole copy covered with a layer of invisible fog, whether forward or backward The feeling of emptiness made him have an illusion of control.


    Control


    This thought, which flashed through his mind, made Mo Yi''s heart clench involuntarily, as if the blood all over his body was speeding up, and it seemed that he was frozen and stopped in an instant. The clues that had been carefully combed in his mind for several times now ran out of control again, just like a thin and dense network covering his heart.


    Just then, he heard a deep familiar voice coming from the darkness beside him:


    "are you ok?"


    In the silence, there is the sound of cloth rubbing and picking. Mo Yi feels that Wen Chen''s cold hand is groping under the quilt, and the dry palm is firmly stuck on the back of his hand, bringing a faint sense of peace of mind.


    Mo Yi can''t help being surprised by Wen Chen''s sensitivity.


    He realized that he did not show anything unusual in the dark. To be exact, his breathing rate and heart rate were deliberately maintained within a stable range, but Wen Chen seemed to be able to see through his disguised appearance of silence and was keenly aware of his own differences.


    This makes Mo Yi suddenly have an interest. He holds Wen Chen''s palm with his backhand and asks:"How long have you known me?"


    He added, "don''t be forced to answer within the rules."


    Wen Chen''s slender fingers held back forcefully, as if to transfer the strength of his body to Mo Yi. In the dark, there was no change in his voice:


    "I don''t know."


    This answer didn''t surprise Mo Yi. He had asked at random, and didn''t hear Wen Chen give the exact answer. He was eager to think about it. But he didn''t expect that Wen Chen''s low voice continued to spread from a distance in the dark:


    "I only know how long I remember you."


    Mo Yi was stunned -- he had never heard Wen Chen mention it before. His desire to explore was picked up and he asked:


    "remember? How do I say this? Does that mean you didn''t remember me before


    "Well." Wen Chen''s voice was a little low and hoarse, as if the quiet air stirred waves: "before I saw you, my consciousness was dark and chaotic. I didn''t know where I was or even who I was."


    His words became a little hasty: "but just when I saw you, it was like a voice in my veins that started to scream, urging and forcing me - I had to embrace you."


    This answer is Mo Yi unexpected, when hearing the last sentence of Wen Chen, the deep emotion contained in the tone makes his heart jump uncontrollably. It''s like There is something in the body that has been hidden for a long time, like a continuous noise.


    He kept his voice calm and continued, "and then?"


    "Then I began to absorb all the information and resources around me quickly, just like a child with a new mind. I began to have memories, and I began to be able to control my form, and then I began to vaguely remember you


    So Wen Chen''s consciousness and memory are also gradually restored with the passage of time.


    Mo Yi couldn''t help but wonder why he could produce such a strong emotion only by his unclear memory in his mind, thus prompting a normal mind to do so many unreasonable things.


    There was a slow low smile in my ear.


    Mo Yi found out that he had asked the question in his heart unconsciously, which made him frown a little annoyed.


    Wen Chen''s cold fingers climbed to his wrist along his palms and gently rubbed the hard protruding bones under the thin layer of flesh. His voice did not rush into the eardrum: "what I rely on is not memory."


    "What is that?" Mo Yi asked suspiciously


    Wen Chen''s voice has a soft emotion that he can''t understand:


    "it''s instinct."


    Mo Yi''s heart leaped slightly, feeling as if there was heat slowly spreading along the cold skin of Wen Chen''s wrist, almost to a certain degree of scalding. He subconsciously shook off the surrounding of Wen Chen''s fingers and said with strong self composure:


    "are you sure that what you saw at the first sight of regaining consciousness was the chick effect produced by me?"


    Wen Chen''s deep laughter came from the darkness. Mo Yi felt that the mattress under his body had sunk for a while, and then something cold covered his lips. His soft and moist touch left him.


    Mattress will vibrate honest ground conduction comes - Wen Chen to lie down afresh.


    Mo Yi hears the voice that Wen Chen uses with smile to reply: "if you so explain, I also have no opinion."


    I don''t know how to get it tonight. After a simple chat with Wen Chen, Mo Yi fell asleep more quickly than usual.


    The dark nightmare that haunted him for a long time did not come back.


    But he dreamed of something else.


    Mo Yi looks at the bright ceiling with his eyes open. The light leaves a spot on the beautiful and complicated pattern on the top painting. The shape of the spot makes him fascinated.


    And, most importantly, this time he woke up, he remembered some broken fragments of his dream.


    The sun was shining on the edge of the dark cup. The dark coffee fell on the white fish pattern on the cup, leaving mud colored spots. Then, the kiss of coffee came down with the smell of old books. He heard a voice in his ear: "you are too tired." Then, it was the darkness that came surging like the tide, swallowing all the colors, tastes and patterns. He walked forward in a daze.


    The ground was tinged with scarlet blood. The pale lifeless limbs lay quietly on the pool of blood. A pair of black eyes with shallow white panning were staring at him. There was blood flowing down the slender neck silently and violently.


    Strangely, Mo Yi knew subconsciously that it was a marble statue.


    It''s really a very strange dream, but it seems to be clearly printed in his mind.


    Mo Yi rubbed his dull painful head and got up from the bed.


    The next thing was the same as last week. Mo Yi didn''t see red in the water at the door this time. However, out of caution, he didn''t move the basin of water again. He just ate some energy sticks he carried for breakfast to satisfy his hunger.He went out of the room to join the others, and a lot of people had gathered in the hall.


    Mo Yi waited patiently for other players in the hall this time. When everyone arrived, he found the fact that the number of players had not changed.


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 Chapter 180

    Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, again carefully count the number of players gathered in the hall - no one is less.


    How could?


    He drew back his eyes and frowned slightly. The noise and talk of players in his ears were like a breeze. He quickly organized and constructed the general possibility in his mind. If the rule that death in the copy would dye the oil painting did not change, something must have happened to make up the black paint in the oil painting Will it be a player? If a player dies, then What will fill the crowd now?


    Mo Yi recalled the sweet and greasy paint pouring out of the housekeeper''s head which was smashed by himself yesterday.


    Can the death of the housekeeper paint the portrait?


    Mo Yi blinks, takes back his divergent thoughts, and listens quietly to the whispers of players around him, People seem to be haggard than a few days ago, and they are all a bit out of their wits - they also found that the total number of people has not changed, even if the new people have entered the copy time is not short, no one will hold unrealistic delusion that the game will be good, and now the calm has caused people''s panic.


    Now all the people begin to doubt whether the players beside them are still themselves.


    Suspicions and suspicions spread around the crowd, and it was almost impossible for the dark man to breathe.


    The commotion began to rise slowly in the crowd, as if the tone changing strings were mixed into the normal Sonata, gradually affecting all the instruments and parts, and the feeling of distrust occupied everyone''s heart, The noise in the crowd began to heat up, just like the pressure gradually rising under the pressure cooker. Waiting for a small touch to release all the suppressed panic and negative emotions


    Mo Yi''s heart was not good, but he had not had time to speak, the situation in front of him suddenly changed without warning, like a sudden gathering storm At the moment, I was a bit caught off guard.


    I don''t know whose mouth the gossip comes from, and it starts to explode quickly in the crowd, like cold water dripping into an oil pan, The despair and fear that had been accumulated since the beginning of the copy turned into anger, which flowed out of people''s eyes and mouth and stirred fiercely in the air. Fanaticism infected everyone like a cancer that had no medicine to cure. They changed from human beings who could think independently into animals dominated by their own emotions. Their reason was dusted, and no one but themselves believed it You will only attack everyone around you by instinct to protect yourself.


    Mo Yi''s premonition from this copy finally happened.


    There are too many people in the copy. This kind of mass panic will spread to everyone. On the contrary, there will be large-scale internal strife and mutual attack. This situation has appeared several times before, but they are suppressed in time. In addition, the time for people to enter the copy is not long, and they can not be swallowed up by fear and irrationality. This time is different


    The players around them began to quarrel desperately, as if to turn the desperation and fear suppressed in their hearts into angry words and vent them with sound. They began to attack everyone around without any reason, and counted every possible doubt on each other. Almost all of them began to believe in it. The panic grew exponentially and gathered more and more in the surrounding atmosphere More.


    The accusation and vicious attack with the meaning of venting and panic make Mo Yi''s ears ache. His brow is tight, but his eyes inadvertently scratch something -


    the hidden corners of his lips are full of darkness and pleasure that are hard to hide, as if they are poisonous flowers in the mud.


    His eyes were stagnant, staring at the face of the smiling man Li Wang.


    Li Wang noticed Mo Yi''s gaze and turned his eyes to him. The smile on his lips was not restrained, but slowly expanded.


    Then, Mo Yi began to hear some clear and clear accusations from the crowd:


    " Why did you come so late at tea yesterday afternoon? Where have you been? "


    "Yes, yes, and I remember he didn''t show up yesterday morning when he was supposed to gather."


    "He was the first one to find the body before." "I often can''t see him in the house." "me too." "and he took us to the side hall with the oil paintings. How could he know so much? And did you find the room with the oil paintings this week?" "No, I haven''t either"


    All the people''s suspicious eyes seemed to have finally found their way to Mo Yi. Before, both those who criticized others and those who were accused began to turn to him. In order to get rid of their own suspicion, they became more excited and looked ferocious The enemies of this world seem to be able to ensure their own safety by placing such charges on others.


    Although we have never been taught this way, we all know that we are the safest only when we follow people''s emotions. This is like a rule, imperceptibly imprinted in the human soul. Only when we are in danger can we be inspired to burst into turbulent waves and red angry eyes.Their false accusations and logic with numerous loopholes build up a false paper house. As long as they are stained with water, they will turn into rotten dregs, crumpled paper balls, which will stick to the dirty floor. However, they regard them as the truth and build them with words and emotions over and over again, as if this is the anchor of the storm, which has become the fulcrum for them to survive.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his face calmly staring at the twisted faces of the crowd. The dark eyes were calm, as if they were accusing other strangers rather than themselves.


    He shrugged coldly, and then said softly, "Oh."


    But it is obvious that Wen Chen standing beside Mo Yi is not as calm as he is.


    His eyes slowly sank down, a pair of light gray eyes in the light of inorganic luster, which seems to have fog in the slow flow, cold as if can exude ice dregs, as if the cold-blooded animals dangerous gaze, the outline of the deep and sharp facial features with a person difficult to directly look at the aggression, almost all the people who have been crossed by his eyes feel like being extremely The cold and pain of sharp blade.


    Wen Chen slowly step forward, the momentum of the whole body seems to spread around without being suppressed, which makes the eyes ache, and the sense of pressure in the throat is heavy on each player''s heart. It seems that the suffocation and palpitation caused by being forced to stand on the top of the cliff suddenly sweeps across.


    Mo Yi suddenly found that the voices of the players'' accusations seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, especially the players closest to him. He began to tremble gently, his pupils narrowed, and his forehead also faintly exuded cold sweat. As if his throat was gripped by something invisible, he couldn''t make a sound. His eyes were also staring at his side closely -


    he realized something and suddenly turned his head to see it To the Wen Chen that stands beside oneself.


    I don''t know if it''s an illusion. Mo Yi seems to see a faint mist from Wen Chen''s body, spreading in the dead corner of his eyes with a cold breath of death. He glances at Wen Chen''s pale fingers hanging on his side and grabs his hand.


    The fingers in the palm are as cold as ice. Every inch of skin and every muscle are tense. Mo Yi''s palm vibrates. It seems that there is some terrible power in it, shouting and roaring with destructive emotions.


    Mo Yi rubbed the back of Wen Chen''s hand with his thumb, and then pressed it gently.


    he felt that the cold finger in his palm seemed to move gently, and his tight muscles and skin relaxed imperceptibly. Wen Chen turned his head and looked at Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi finally saw the face of Wen Chen.


    His brow was depressed, and his masseter muscles were uplifted by force. The primitive ferocity of choosing people was spreading between his tight eyebrows and eyes.


    Just when he thought his silent dissuasion was useless, the next second, Wen Chen slowly took a deep breath. The unstable factors in his eyes seemed to be under control. The terrible desire for destruction in the deep light gray was slowly replaced by stable and cold colors. The light and hazy mist around him slowly dispersed. Finally, he gave a cold glance at the people who showed fear, Then he stepped back and stood on Mo Yi''s side.


    Mo Yi breathed a silent sigh of relief, and then looked up at the crowd. In his eyes, he was indifferent and despised, as if the players in front of him were insignificant ants. He hooked his lips, and finally took a deep look at Li Wang and * * standing at the edge of the crowd. Then he twisted his head and said to Wen Chen, "go."


    No one stopped them.


    No one dares to stop them.


    When they see two people''s bodies disappear in sight, the rest of the players look at each other, and then find that all of them are as pale as themselves and sweating, as if they have just broken away from the inhuman fear, and their voices are shaking with irresistible trembling:


    "I thought I''m going to die. "


    Mo Yi pulls Wen Chen to another corridor of the house and leaves the other players in the distance. He stops when he is sure that no one can hear and see himself again.


    Wen Chen''s eyebrows and eyes were cold and Su, as if the mood had not disappeared just now. He asked:


    "why stop me?"


    Mo Yi asked, "why do you want to punish them?"


    Wen Chen picks eyebrow, in the eye Mou once again fan bloodthirsty cold, tight pursed lip corner does not have the slightest temperature: "they slander to you."


    "He never touched his face in the game, even if his voice was cold and cold


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows and eyes began to be dignified. He took Wen Chen''s palm on his cheek side and said:


    "no way."


    Wen Chen Leng Leng, some doubt ground asks a way: "why? I thought you never cared about them. "


    Mo Yi nodded: "yes, I really don''t care about their life and death. No matter whether they are killed by copy or by what, I have no touch or objection."


    After all, most of the players will die in the suddenly changed copies after opening the branch plot. Caring about their lives is just as ridiculous for Mo Yi as to make him give up thinking.With a long sigh, he said slowly:


    "but this is not what I came into the copy for this time, and..."


    Mo Yi stopped half of the speech, and his eyes flashed with a look that Wen Chen could not understand. The semantic meaning seemed to imply something. Wen Chen couldn''t help but be a little stunned. He thought of what Mo Yi said to Jiang yuanrou before entering this copy. He said that he wanted to verify a guess.


    Wen Chen calmed down from the emotion just now, holding Mo Yi''s palm with his back hand, inserting his finger into the finger gap between his fingers, and then slowly tightening it to fit his cold palm and Mo Yi''s palm tightly. It seemed that every trace of grain was deeply trapped in the undulating and winding texture of each other''s skin, and his face finally became calm and gentle.


    Wen Chen asks in a low voice: "what idea do you have?"


    Mo Yi shook his head helplessly: "you know I can''t say it."


    He narrowed his eyes slowly. His dark eyes were obscured by his long eyelashes. He said softly, "but what I can say is that things are going well. This copy is very helpful for the verification of my guess."


    Wen Chen nods, then continues to ask a way: "that you this copy still prepares to look for hidden branch line?"


    Mo Yi smiles: "look for ah, why not look for."


    He blinked at Wen Chen, and his expression became a little relaxed, but the thoughtful look in his dark eyes was still accumulated in the depth of his eyes. It looked like the smooth rock left by the Black Lake: "only by finding the hidden branch line of the copy can we get closer to the depth of the whole copy, and help me to further understand the whole game."


    Wen Chen nodded, a pair of light colored eyes staring at Mo Yi deeply. He put his cold forehead close to Mo Yi''s, gently touched it and then drew a long distance. He said in a deep voice:


    "no matter what you want to do, if there is anything I need to do, please tell me, even if there is a cost, it doesn''t matter."


    Mo Yi lip corner slightly hook up, the eye light is slightly warm: "good."


    After a brief exchange, they turned around and walked out. The dark corridor around them seemed unreal and lengthy under the dim light. Under their feet were thick and soft carpets. Stepping on it silently, Mo Yi asked:


    "if you look at it from your point of view, what is the copy like in general?"


    "Well..." Wen Chen followed him and walked forward. He pondered for a while, and then slowly replied, "I''m sorry For me, these copies are a bit like the movies I saw a long time ago. I have a vague idea of their appearance, but I can''t know the specific plot and details. During the experience, I will be impressed with what may happen next. But generally speaking, it is like being covered with a veil. The harder the copy is, the thicker the yarn is, the harder it is for me to remember the next one What''s going to happen. "


    Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully and did not continue to ask questions.


    When they went back to the hall, they found that other players were no longer there. They seemed unwilling to face Mo Yi and Wen Chen, who might come back at any time. The hall with only two players was empty.


    Mo Yi looked around and sneered coldly. At this time, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He turned to Wen Chen and said, "by the way, I know why the total number of players is not less."


    He took the fragment of the mirror out of his pocket and said, "before they started to point the spear at me, I took the opportunity to look at each of their faces in the mirror while they were busy attacking each other. There was a man in the crowd who was marble, and his eyelids were white in the mirror, but there was only one, but generally speaking, black would have two sacrifices So I guess the housekeeper I killed may have replaced one of them


    Hearing Mo Yi mention the things just now, Wen Chen''s eyebrows and eyes unconsciously darkened again. He slowly took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and asked word by word: "how are you going to do it?"


    Mo Yi stretched out his hand without warning and pinched Wen Chen''s face again. Looking at his expression of surprise, he said with a smile: "don''t be excited. I''m not going to do anything."


    Wen Chen''s expression was disappointed and collapsed.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly: "I still want to know what it wants to do, how can it be so early to expose it."


    He smiles and looks light and relaxed:


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 Chapter 181

    What happened next is no different from last week.


    The housekeeper didn''t show up until 3 p.m. and politely invited the players to attend the dinner party tonight in full dress. Neither the tone nor the facial expression changed. The facial features which gave people a strange feeling were as if they were pasted on the pale face by paper. It seemed that they were even stiffer and hideous than usual.


    Mo Yi looks at his back and leaves. He can''t help but be distracted. This time, the players don''t get together as they did last time. Does the housekeeper have to find other people scattered in the house? The thought of the housekeeper trying to find the players running around in the corridors and halls one by one, and then repeat the information over and over again, he could not help feeling a trace of unspeakable humor.


    At this time, the cold touch on his wrist twists along the back of Mo Yi''s hand, and then stops at the base of his ring finger. The cold touch brings a slight shiver on his skin, which makes Mo Yi subconsciously turn his head to look at his side - but his eyes are empty.


    There was no one around.


    Mo Yi a Leng, but hear Chen''s voice from the other side of his body: "how?"


    He looked along the voice, only to see that Chen was on his right side. A pair of light colored eyes were staring at him with concern. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his right hand and gently circled his left wrist. His fingertips seemed to be able to feel the cold touch left on the wrist skin. He slowly shook his head: "nothing."


    It''s not an illusion.


    Mo Yi is very sure. But he didn''t know where the touch on his wrist came from, and why did he choose to appear at this time? He gently rubbed the root of his ring finger with his finger belly. His dark eyes were like the dark lake in the moonlight, rippling with unknown emotions.


    The ring finger of the left hand is the finger connecting the heart. Wearing a wedding ring on the ring finger means that the heart and heart of the lover will never be broken. But the player of this copy comes to attend the wedding ceremony of Mr. and Mrs. de Klaus as a guest What does the cold touch of touching yourself imply?


    Mo Yi suddenly seems to think of something. He slowly reaches into his left trouser pocket and takes out the ring.


    The pure gold ring is carved into the shape of a snake with its tail connected. The snake''s tail is tightly clenched by the wide opening mouth of the snake. The Perfectly Cut Ruby is as bright as pigeon blood. It reflects bright and light red under the light, as if it perfectly integrates purity and evil. Mo Yi gently turns the ring in his hand and looks at the two inscribed on the inside of the ring T.E


    but for some reason, Mo Yi always felt that the mark was shallower than before, and even became a little fuzzy.


    He gently rubbed the cold and smooth metal surface of the ring and the hard edge of the gem, and slowly pushed the ring to the tip of his left ring finger - the cold touch spread from the fingertip, as if it was a silent urge.


    At this time, not far away came the sound of footsteps, which pulled Mo Yi out of his mind. He quickly put the ring into his palm, and his fingers tightly wrapped the small ornaments in his palm. The hard edge burned the soft skin in his palm.


    He looked up and saw two dark figures walking slowly along the dark corridor. As the distance drew closer, two familiar faces gradually exposed to the light -- Li Wang and * *.


    The two of them came to Mo Yi one after another. Their faces showed morbid pallor in the dim light. Li Wang''s face was no longer the malicious smile that Mo Yi saw last time. He had returned to his usual shallow and frivolous manner. He turned around Mo Yi''s face with relaxed eyes, and then said in a strange tone: "Oh, why Still hanging out? Didn''t the housekeeper tell you it was time to change your clothes? Why, you''re not your own


    The hidden meaning in his voice was very ugly, but Mo Yi''s face did not change. A pair of dark eyes looked at him faintly, and even pressed the back of Wen Chen''s hand with his palm hanging on his side, so as not to let him make any impulsive behavior.


    **He grabbed Li Wang''s sleeve and whispered, "OK, let''s go."


    Li Wang finally stares at Mo Yi, and then continues to walk along the corridor with * *, passing by Mo Yi and Wen Chen.


    Wen Chen''s eyes slightly narrowed up, the mood in the pupil of light color fluctuates, with a faint killing intention staring at the two people''s far away back, he slowly opened his mouth: "it''s a pity."


    Mo Yi Shun hears Chen''s vision to see, Shun Kou took over the words: "what a pity?"


    Wen Chen took back his sight, and the expression on his face returned to depression and silence. He said softly, "it''s a pity that no one in them is the marble statue mixed in."


    There''s no reason to stop doing it yourself.


    Mo Yi heard his voice over and couldn''t help smiling: "it''s a pity indeed."


    It''s true that Li Wang and * * are not marble figures mixed into the players. Instead, they are replaced by another novice player. Mo Yi is shocked when he sees his pale face with stone texture in the mirrorBut that doesn''t mean they have no problems Not to mention why the two men suddenly became so familiar, Mo Yi noticed that they had just walked in one after another. Li Wang was in the front and * * was in the back. Li Wang was walking near the central axis of the corridor, while * * was walking on his side. Although it seemed that * * had stopped Li Wang''s further provocation, he started to walk From their body movements, we can see that in the "alliance" formed by the two people, Li Wang is the dominant one. However, according to his previous experience, Mo Yi does not think that * * is the kind of person who easily transfers his leadership.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and turned the warm ring which had been covered by body temperature in his palm. Then he put it back into his pocket again. He turned to Wen Chen and said, "let''s go, we should go back to the room now."


    When they returned to the room, they found the familiar dress suit lying quietly on the soft velvet bed, folded neatly.


    as like as two peas, he swept the pattern of his clothes: the same as last time.


    He shrugged his shoulders and walked to the bedside to pick up his clothes. He was ready to change his clothes. His eyes and eyebrows were slightly extended, and his dark eyes were flashing with colors of unknown significance:


    - the party this evening should be very interesting.


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 Chapter 182

    The time soon arrived at 4:20 p.m., and Mo Yi and Wen Chen had changed into the dress they had worn at the last dinner party and were waiting in the room for the maid to knock on the door and lead them to the hall where the dinner was held.


    Mo Yi stretched out his hand and slowly adjusted his bow tie. He felt that his invitation card was placed in the pocket inside the dress. With his action, he made a slight rustle of paper friction. In the right pocket, there was that heavy ring, which dropped down slightly with the cloth on his body, bringing a sense of existence that could not be ignored. He breathed slowly, and his dark eyes fell on the portrait at the door.


    In the dark frame, a pale and naked woman lies quietly on her back on the canvas. The dark red velvet is wrinkled and undulating under her skin, and her eyelids are closed. If you get close enough, you can see that there is a thin red line across her slender neck, which is deeply hidden in the shadow of the undulating skin, which is almost impossible to distinguish.


    The picture changed again.


    Mo Yi remembers that with the passage of time, the blood on the neck of the portrait will gradually expand and deepen. When it becomes a deep wound, it is the time for this copy to attack the players living in the room.


    When he left in the morning, the wound on the neck of the portrait was completely recognizable. However, when Mo Yi returned to the room, the portrait became what he saw when he first entered the copy. The thin and bright red silk thread wrapped around the woman''s pale neck could not be found without close observation.


    Why is that?


    Is it that the copy decided not to attack him anymore?


    After all, in this day, Mo Yi did not see the omen of the appearance of the illusion, and passed the previous time without any worry.


    He narrowed his eyes slowly, his pale face was more and more profound against the complicated collar, and his dark eyebrows were almost gloomy with classical beauty.


    The next second, there was a gentle knock at the door.


    Mo Yi takes back his eyes. He quickly walks to the door of the room and reaches out to open the door of the room.


    Outside was the familiar maid, who bowed deeply to them and said, "Dear guest, please follow me." After that, she turned and walked forward.


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen quietly keep up with her pace, follow her to the dark depths of the corridor, while walking while paying no trace of attention to the road they embarked on completely different from before.


    After the beginning of the second week, Mo Yi spent a lot of time exploring the whole house. Although the bright lines and dark lines in the house crisscross, and the terrain is complex and irregular, Mo Yi has almost outlined the shape of the whole house in his mind in these days of exploration and search, even if there is no servant or housekeeper Most of the important halls can also be found off the road. However, Mo Yi has never found the hall they are going to this evening. No matter which road to choose or which fork to turn, there is no corridor leading to that hall.


    This means that their current destination can not be reached without guidance.


    Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath, and the cold and dry air rushed into his chest, bringing a slight tingling sensation.


    He took his eyes away from the corridor wall on his side, and turned his head to look behind him. The place he had passed behind was pitch black, and it seemed that even the faint light of the wall lamp had been swallowed up. He could hardly see any light and specific outline, but could only see the boundless darkness without bottom.


    Mo Yi turned back and looked thoughtfully at the maid who was walking in front of her. Her thin and shriveled figure was outlined by the dim light, and the faint light fan spread under her feet. As her steps were fragmented, she walked on the ground.


    Stuffy sound is hazy by carpet, the ankle of thin bone Ling Ding in the line of sight stops in the dividing line of light and shadow.


    Mo Yi looked up along with the maid''s figure. She was staring at him with her dark and empty eyes. Then she stretched out her hand and pushed the door behind her slowly. The fragrance of flowers flowed out with the opening of the gate, accompanied by the soft music mixed in the air. It was like a wind with life that made his whole body feel instant Surrounded.


    The maid bowed deeply, and her shadowy figure seemed to blend into the darkness of the open door.


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen walk toward the room together.


    The top of his head is bright, just like the sunlight light, which makes Mo Yi accustomed to the dark environment in the corridor. His eyes are not adapted and squint. He blinks his eyes covered by physiological tears, and turns his head around the spacious and luxurious hall. The exquisite and luxurious ornaments on the wall are dazzling and beautiful under the light Marbles are all over the room, and the smell of food reverberates in the air.


    Most of the players have already arrived. They sit in their seats and cast their eyes on Mo Yi when they see him. However, when Mo Yi looks over, he suddenly moves his eyes away, either because of fear, or because of doubt, or for some other reason.The atmosphere suddenly became awkward and tense, and the morning atmosphere continued to this moment without pause.


    Mo Yi seems to have no idea about this, and keeps his face on the empty position beside the table.


    Before he sat down, he looked around the table faintly, but found that this time, there were no silver glittering knives on the table. Only the fork was left on one side of the plate, and he was slightly stunned.


    It''s a little strange.


    Mo Yi takes out the mirror in his pocket and stealthily puts the players on the whole table into the mirror image slowly -


    the player who he confirmed to be a marble statue in the morning is also in his list. Except for his pale and stiff face, there is almost no difference. But besides him, there are two more marble statues on the table.


    Mo Yi looks at the player in the mirror that appears to be some separated pale face and colorless pale eyes with the crack on the glass, and his heart can''t help shaking slightly.


    He took back the mirror without trace, and felt his heart beat a little faster in his chest.


    Mo Yi recognized the faces of the two players who had joined the marble statues. Last week, they handed Mo Yi a note on the back of the portrait. He clearly remembered that their corresponding colors were red.


    as like as two peas game player game player, that means that this copy is still killing by color. Only after killing people, it no longer abandons the body directly. Instead, it uses the same face marble as a substitute for the player group. And it still kills two players in each color. One of the black spots is replaced by the housekeeper who smashed the skull with the Moir, while the red is still two. Individuals.


    So According to the law observed in Mo Yi''s portrait in his room, this copy was originally intended for him. Then why did he change his attention?


    Mo Yi''s eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but the next second, he seemed to think of something, his eyes could not help but stare slightly.


    ¡­¡­ He didn''t eat this time.


    He never ate anything after using the mirror fragments he found in the side hall that the food in his plate turned out to be red paint!


    When each player dies, their corpses will appear in different colors, and the corresponding colors will also appear in the oil painting portrait in the side hall on the first floor. Then, the purpose of this copy is to paint with the paint in the player''s body


    - which means that in the last copy, they ate not only ordinary food, but also the target''s plate They are mixed with the same color as their corresponding pigments - and the mirror of tableware is too narrow and fuzzy, and can''t stay in the hands for too long, and no one wants to think that the mirror will be the key prop in this copy, plus the trust brought by the rules of providing food in the game No one found that their food would be pigment.


    Even Mo Yi wasn''t very wary of the food on his plate last week.


    This week, he found that his food was red pigment, so he didn''t take it into his body at all. Then, this copy lost the reason to kill him, so he gave up and turned to other players who had eaten the red pigment, smearing their body color on the canvas in the side hall.


    So when he returned to his room, he found that the oil paintings in his room had returned to their original state.


    That''s because the red color of this week has been made up.


    The clues connect into a clear vein in the mind, like the winding blood vessels in the pink texture of the human body.


    Mo Yi slowly breathed out his breath. His eyes fell on his fingers curled up slightly on the table, and looked at his blue and white knuckles. At this moment, the other players were finally all together, and they sat down one by one at the table. With their arrival, the dishes were sent to the table like water among the servant''s pale fingers, which was attractive under the light However, Mo Yi, who understood the killing rules in the copy, lost his appetite when looking at them, so he just managed to move a few mouthfuls and put down the tableware.


    It''s over soon.


    Players know what''s going to happen, so they''re all waiting.


    I saw the last male servant came over and took them away from the dining table and went to the deep of the room.


    The huge bronze gate stands in front of us, and the relief on it is covered by dim light, like the winding ups and downs of life. The heavy texture makes people feel nervous just by watching. From Mo Yi''s point of view, you can see the scale and half of the carved image on it, which seems to be many and many Character images.


    The broken eyebrows, eyes and limbs are stretched out from the blurred light, which coincides with the picture in memory.


    Mo Yi is slightly stunned and subconsciously takes a step forward --


    although he was not very sure last time, he was absolutely right this time


    This is the gate to the wedding!


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 Chapter 183

    The front door was slowly pushed open. The scarlet ceiling, scarlet carpet and scarlet wall made the dark light in the room full of bright red, and spread along the gradually expanding crack of the door. A deep wound was carved on the dark and fuzzy ground. The scarlet blood gurgled out along the crack, causing pain to the piercing eyes.


    The gradually released light flashed past the door panels that opened to both sides, illuminating the patterns on it a little -


    Mo Yi accidentally glanced at the door that passed silently in front of him, and he was slightly stunned.


    The unknown relief on the bronze gate was illuminated for a moment, which made him have a strange sense of deja vu. It seemed that some idea flashed through his brain, but the next second he returned to search again, there was no trace.


    The door is completely open.


    The familiar room appeared in front of the people again. The dark red color was printed on the retina of the people like the precipitated blood, and the faces of the players were also stained with cold red light. The whole room seemed to be soaked in the blood color, and the whole room was seeping out in layers, which almost made people feel suffocated surrounded by the surging blood.


    And, unlike last time, there was no marble statue in the room.


    The emptiness makes people feel empty.


    There was a flurry of uneasy whispers among the players. According to the experience of the last time, we could have expected the rules of the ball held in this hall, so all the players took the invitation letter and prepared it completely. At the moment, the changes in the hall were small, But what''s behind it makes players shiver - so what else will be the same?


    The atmosphere of uneasiness spread among the crowd, and the panic caused by uncertainty surges in the players'' minds like a dark tide. No one dares to go forward. The scarlet room in front seems to be shrouded in ominous clouds, releasing a faint breath of danger.


    Mo Yi stands on the side quietly, looking at the players'' faces.


    He almost guessed why there was no marble statue in the room. After all, the dance party tonight is to select white victims to color the oil paintings. If the rules are not changed, then all players will be able to avoid death tonight. After all, in the last week, we have learned how to avoid risks - in this case, tonight''s party The ball either changes the rules or adds variables to it.


    However, Mo Yi''s tendency is related to the latter one.


    His eyes skimmed over the faces of the replaced players and narrowed his eyes slowly. He suspected that it was for this reason that the copy put the marbles into the players'' group.


    As for his guess, though It depends on time.


    There was a strong voice of self-control in the crowd: "the last two marble statues should have appeared in order to tell us the rules. After all, they made dance movements, so we knew that we should dance to avoid being killed. Since we have already known this one, naturally we don''t need the marble to remind us. I think That''s why there are no stone statues. "


    **The explanation is reasonable and logical. The uneasy mood in the air is slightly suppressed by his words. The deeply repressed fear of the unknown in the players'' eyes is also weakened. They look at each other, take a deep breath, and walk into the scarlet room.


    The thick bronze gate closed slowly behind the crowd, making a slight metal crash.


    The soft music in the closed room slowly floating, like a gossamer in the air quietly stretch, there are unknown notes in the beat, constitute a melodious and beautiful music.


    According to our previous experience, it was only after the first player turned into a marble statue that they began to change music. After changing the tune, other marble statues in the room danced to remind players and gave them enough reaction time. After the next tune change, the rule of "turn into stone without dancing" will come into effect.


    This time, everyone''s invitation cards are with them, so it is obvious that there will not be the first player to turn into a stone statue because of not bringing an invitation. Moreover, there is no marble statue in the hall to remind the players of the rules. Then, the time when the rules in the previous impression come into effect can not be used in this week.


    So, to be on the safe side, the players decided to choose their partners at the first time after a brief discussion after entering the room - and no one was surprised or even relieved when they found that there was a silent missing person in the crowd after the door was closed.


    After all, this is exactly the same as last time, and after a person disappears, the number of people now is exactly even, which happens to be able to dance together in pairs, which is a good thing for players to hear and see.


    As a result of the experience of the last time, everyone was not in a mess like before. Instead, they quickly chose their own partners and began to slide into the dance floor with the music. Mo Yi noticed that there was basically no big difference between the players'' choice and the last dance.Mo Yi takes back his eyes, turns to look at Wen Chen, has been tightly pursed lips hook up a faint smile, a pair of dark eyes in the light like bright obsidian, he extended his hand to the man wearing the same style dress not far away, the other left arm back behind him, slightly owed:


    "can I invite you to dance, sir?"


    The men and women in formal dress danced in the music pool with beautiful music. The exquisite heels of shoes made even and regular noises on the scarlet floor. Wen Chen''s long body was like a shadow printed among the flowing crowd behind. Under the deep and sharp eyebrow peak, a pair of light gray eyes seemed to be lit up instantly by Mo Yi''s invitation, and he slowly hooked it up With thin lips, gently put your slender fingers in his palm, and then tighten them slightly --


    "my pleasure."


    Two slender figures in formal dress are close to each other. The figures of men of almost the same height are close to each other. They hold a subtle and ambiguous distance and control the balance between aggression and softness. They are close to each other. The scarlet walls and scarlet floors are hazy into abstract lines and large colors behind their bodies, and their ears are evenly breathing I don''t know whether it''s his own or that of the other party. It''s almost mistakenly thought that it''s part of the melody when mixed with the music in the background.


    The dance floor is peaceful and bright. Players dance with the music. Their facial expressions relax with the passage of time. The uneasiness hidden in the eyes seems to fade gradually.


    One song ends, another one.


    The atmosphere in the air is much more relaxed than before. With the end of the song, the dance music has stopped temporarily and a temporary rest time has come.


    The dance of the players also stopped temporarily with the stop of the song. Their looks were relaxed. Their hearts seemed to stretch slightly when they entered the room just now. They looked around the whole room. So far, no one died.


    The rules in this room have not changed, which makes every player feel relieved. The shoulder stretched up because of tension is also slowly relaxed. The look of hope has been revealed in the eyes of players for a long time.


    Mo Yi turned and walked toward the deep of the room, and walked slowly around the closed space. He narrowed his eyes slightly and tried to find any trace similar to the room where the wedding was held. He put his palm on the scarlet wall, and the cold and solid touch flowed along the palm toward the deep nerve, which made him feel it Some doubts -


    from now on, this room and that room do not seem to have much in common.


    This makes Mo Yi can''t help but have some doubts about his previous conclusion.


    Just then, his light caught a glimpse of a man walking slowly to the center of the dance floor.


    Dark gifts, pale faces, absent pupils, and bright red roses on the chest like a burning flame or a split wound - this is the player who disappeared as soon as he entered the door. At the moment, he is standing upright in the middle of the dance hall, his empty eyes fixed on a point in the distance, and he looks almost ghostly.


    This indicates that the second half of the dance is about to start.


    Mo Yi quickly walked toward Wen Chen, but the pace could not help but slightly pause. He looked at the player''s figure, then turned his head around the whole room, and then narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.


    In fact, this room is very large, but it seems a bit crowded due to too many things placed. As soon as you enter the door, it is a comfortable leisure area, and the dance floor is at the end of the whole room. If you overlap this room for dancing with that room for wedding The player who is standing in the middle of the spacious dance floor should be on the altar in the room where the wedding was held.


    Mo Yi''s eyes finally swept deeply on the red rose on the player''s chest, and then went to Wen Chen.


    The music begins.


    But when the first note rings, Mo Yi can''t help but feel shocked - he knows the tune!


    Gloomy and deep music from all directions of the room to the players, in the same strange and strange tune repeatedly played, each note is like a cotton soaked in water heavy pressure in the heart, melancholy and sad tone with a gloomy sense of foreboding, as if winding in the dark gray river.


    He heard the song more than once in this copy, and even flowed from under his fingertips. All the melody was almost deeply imprinted in his memory.


    Players can not help but move slightly stiff, panic and uneasy look slowly climb up their faces.


    Someone also recognized the song.


    This strange movement that used to play in the hall.


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 Chapter 184

    The gloomy and deep tone reverberates in people''s ears, and the same syllables are repeatedly knocked out. Players are pale and forced to dance with the music. Their movements are stiff and astringent, even if they step on the toes of their partners in panic and tension.


    No one expected the appearance of this song, just like an ominous alarm bell ringing in the ears of players, mercilessly and cruelly pierced their thin and naive delusions, as if the dark malice fell into all people''s hearts and sank into the abyss.


    Everyone''s attention is focused on the man dancing alone in the middle of the dance floor


    the pale man in front of his dark suit has bright red roses pinned in front of his suit. His stiff arms are half bent, and he embraces the air in his arms in vain. He dances in the spacious dance floor with slow rhythm, and the black soles strike a clear and monotonous sound on the ground, Feet, ankles, knees, wrists, arms, tight muscles smoothly lead to continuous movements of the body, forward, backward, rotate, and foot, and dance in the center of the dance floor --


    as if immersed in their own world, as if no one else moves along with the music, which is strange and tense.


    The players around them fell into a dead silence. They followed the gloomy melody mechanically in silence, as if some invisible hand held their thoughts and throat, making their muscles tense and their faces stiff.


    The music in my ears seems to be soothing. The original gloomy and sad melody seems to be injected with some tender shadows, softening the cold edges and corners between the notes and the cold rain like cold.


    Mo Yi noticed the change of tune and looked at the solo dancer over the shoulder of Wen Chen.


    I saw the man''s half curved arms slightly inward, pale face slightly lowered, as if staring at his invisible dance partner, empty and dark eyes seem to be filled with tenderness, as if staring at his life''s love or the most precious treasure in the world, the pace slowed down with the music, the music flowed under his feet, deep emotional imitation The music in Buddha''s ears seems to be getting more and more intense. The repeated tunes seem to be tuned up in an instant. The dull bass is compressed into suffocating groans. The high pitched treble is compressed into monotonous shrieks. It seems that the cruel truth of warmth has been lifted. The pain and sadness of his real face are compressed and condensed into every note Deep black despair, as if deep visible bone wound general, gurgling out the thick stench of pus blood.


    The man''s pace quickly rises, and the rose on his chest seems to be driven by the host''s sudden change of action. It seems that the rose is swaying in the wind like a burning flame. The bright red to dazzling petals float down from the fragile stems under heavy load -


    in the air, they slowly fall to the scarlet ground.


    Mo Yi''s eyes follow the rose petal, some trance staring at it slowly fell to the ground, as if a drop of solidified blood finally into the boundless blood pool.


    Suddenly, it seemed that he heard a scream in his ear, which penetrated through the dense white fog and entered his mind. It seemed that he was slow to stir up his dull nerves and senses. It took Mo Yi several seconds to react. It turned out that the scream in his ear was real.


    The shrill, painful, and shrill shrieks, like sharp blades, cut through the air in an instant, and blend into the instant music. With the gloomy tone gradually rising, it seems that the danger approaching step by step makes the desperate people retreat to the edge of the cliff.


    Mo Yi turns back in accordance with the voice and finds that the dance floor behind him has become a mess.


    Thick and thick blood spread on the ground, slowly flowing and spreading, and the strong smell of rust spread in the air. The pale and stiff face was stained with dazzling blood stains. The fingers as white as the face fell into the greasy wound without hindrance. Gradually, it went deeper and deeper. A large amount of blood gushed out along the fingers tearing the texture, which was frightening and painful The screams, mixed with the murmurs of prayer and struggle, gradually went mad under the dubbing of the music.


    The marble figures mixed into the players clung to their partners without expression, completely ignoring each other''s useless struggle, and indifferently tearing each other''s soft human body with their stone fingers. The broken internal organs and six internal organs plumped down to the ground along the cracked belly, and were pulled out with the body''s desperate struggle in great pain ¡ª¡ª


    The bright red bloodstains splashed on the faces of the nearby shocked players. The salty, fishy and warm liquid slid down the delicate and cold face of marble and the warm and frightened face of human beings at the same time. The thick and disgusting smell of blood spread in the scarlet hall, and the whole hall seemed to be soaked in rich blood color.


    Mo Yi''s face slightly coagulates, suddenly sharp voice way: "don''t stop."


    His voice is not big, but it is very clear in a chaotic closed space. He wakes up the players who are stunned by the unexpected scene. They come back to their senses as if they are just waking up. Then they find that their pace is slowing down unconsciously, and they are about to stop soon -


    and once stopped, it means death.


    They bravely continued to dance, the shock and fear on their faces were still subsided, and the sticky blood and visceral fragments under their feet were trampled and scattered by players'' disorderly steps, but no one dared to stop.The players who were attacked by the marble statues gradually lost their breath, their lax eyes were painfully and ferociously staring at the distance, and the crying and screaming voices gradually quieted down, and were finally covered by the gloomy and low music.


    The blood seems to gush out from the limbs endlessly. The pale marble kneels down beside the broken corpse, and inserts the hard fingers into the player''s body with residual temperature again and again. It seems to wring every trace of water in the wet towel to squeeze out the blood from the incomplete body, leaving only the corpse which appears pale like a stone due to excessive blood loss Cold, lifeless, falling in a pool of blood.


    Rigid players step on the blood pool and broken limbs, around the pile of pale limbs in the dance floor dancing intermittently, ear is as if never stop music.


    The people who were devastated by the cruel scene and the pressure of terror could not help but cry in a low voice. The sound of crying, as thin as a gossamer, mingled with the music, was like a river flowing in the dark, crushing the nerves and senses of normal human beings over and over again.


    Everyone''s face is covered with a pale mask of despair, fear and horror, but like a puppet being manipulated, he can''t stop, and he dances stiffly and stink with blood.


    Mo Yi turned to look at the man dancing alone.


    I saw his half curved arm slowly gathered around, cherishing the invisible dance partner in his arms. His other hand slowly climbed up the curve of the air in his arms, and then stopped in the air.


    There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and on the ground were viscera and limb fragments crushed into pulp by people''s feet.


    The roots of his fingers were tightened, and his knuckles were covered with terrible blue and white, as if to exert a fatal force on the imaginary characters in his hands. His face seemed to be torn by two extreme emotions, but the dance steps under his feet showed no sign of stopping, and he was still walking on the gloomy notes -


    1234.


    It was like a grand performance.


    He''s playing a silent murder.


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 Chapter 185

    The music stops at this moment.


    As if the invisible lead on the puppet was cut off, the man dancing alone in the corpse and blood instantly lost the strength to support his body, as if all his strength had been emptied and fell in a scarlet.


    Like a slaughterhouse, the room is dead, the air is full of rust smell, broken limbs and viscera spread on the blood red floor, the players in formal dress stand pale in the pale broken limbs and red blood pool, they still maintain the posture before the music ends, as if they have not responded.


    The bronze gate was slowly pushed open.


    The housekeeper in the dark uniform stood at the door, his dark eyes glanced around the room like purgatory. His vague and rigid face did not change at all. His pale face was printed with strange light red by the scarlet blood in the room. His voice broke the silence:


    "it''s late now..."


    At this time, the shrieking and miserable howl sounded in the room, interrupting the housekeeper''s unfinished words. The numb looking crowd slowly looked in the direction of the voice. It was the player who woke up in the gloom. He screamed in horror when he found himself lying in the corpses and plasma all over the ground, But when he struggled to avoid retreating behind him, he bumped into a half torn face behind him, and his voice burst into a more shrill scream.


    His scream, like a sharp awl, penetrates deeply into the protective shield created by players in the name of numbness when they are too scared and shocked. He drags them back to the reality filled with blood, corpses and death, forcing them to abandon the cover of self-protection and face the cruel and vicious status quo naked the pale and rigid marble statues, the broken limbs that are as pale as the stone statues due to the bleeding, and the pink texture revealed by the tearing skin covered with blood. Everything in the room turns into a sharp sword and stabs into people''s eyes, bringing terrible visual impact.


    Retching echoed in the closed room.


    The housekeeper''s face was not pulled up, as if covered with a thick plaster mask. He patiently followed his previous words and said:


    " You must have been very tired. "


    The cry of collapse spread among the crowd, as if some switch had been turned on. All of them began to run towards the outside of the dance floor, as if they were afraid of the plague, and wiped the blood splashed on their bodies while running. The sound of retching became louder and louder.


    The housekeeper went on, blind, and said, "please follow the maid back to your room and rest. Tomorrow will be the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. de Claude. Please have a good rest and come with your invitation cards."


    When the out of control player ran out of the dance floor, Mo Yi still stood still, his eyes focused on a certain point in the pool of blood, did not know what he was looking at, and when those players who were out of their minds and nearly collapsed were taken out of the room by the maids and bumped towards the outside of the room, he also moved - but he was facing The direction is not the gate.


    Mo Yi stepped over the corpse lying in the pool of blood and walked quickly towards the center of the dance floor. He stopped his pace, leaned down, and gently pinched the green flower stem with his fingers. Regardless of his fingertips being dyed red with red blood, he slowly picked up the rose that fell from the pocket of the player who was controlled by the quilt. The shape of the rose that fell on the ground was crushed and scattered. It looked like imitation Buddha experienced a storm like, delicate as a girl''s skin petals were dyed by blood into a strange red, blood beads along the edge of the petals rolling down, fell into the sea like blood on the ground -


    tick.


    Behind him sounded the housekeeper''s straightforward voice: "distinguished guest, what else can I do for you?"


    His voice wakes Mo Yi from his trance state. Mo Yi holds the rose with his blood stained fingers, turns his head and looks behind him. The housekeeper is quietly standing on the edge of the dance floor staring at him. His dark eyes are empty and cold. Players in the distance notice the strange look of turning his head here.


    Mo Yi shook his head and said, "nothing."


    After that, he strode over the corpses and viscera on the ground, walked out of the dance floor full of blood, nodded at the housekeeper as if nothing had happened, and then followed the maid who came forward to the door. The housekeeper also followed him. The scarlet room was left behind by them, and the bronze door was slowly closed.


    The relief above seems to be clearer than when Mo Yi saw it last time. The raised lines and lines on it reflect weak and strange light in the dim light. This time, he saw a pattern carved on it - half of the painful and numb man''s face was illuminated by the light, but the other half was hidden in the dark, filled with lines and lines in deep despair Between the lines, brass eyes staring at the front. The next second, with the closing of the gate, the pattern is instantly swallowed by the shadow, leaving only the deep darkness that can not be seen.


    Mo Yi finally gave a deep look at his back, then turned around and followed the maid to walk out of the hall. All the way, he quietly lowered his eyes and did not know what he was thinking.Even after he returned to his room, he was still silent. He just sat quietly on the edge of the bed, gazing thoughtfully at the rose in his hand. The blood on the rose had dried up, and the rose seemed to wither with the evaporation of water. The edge of the delicate petals was slightly rolled up due to lack of water, and it felt fragile and dry.


    Wen Chen accompany in his side soundlessly, next to him sat on the bedside.


    Mo Yi turned his head to look at him as if he had been awakened. His fingers were still playing with the thin stems of the flowers unconsciously. He looked at Wen Chen, and it seemed that he finally recognized the person in front of him for a long time, and his eyes showed a little sudden look.


    Wen Chen raised his chin against the rose in his hand, and asked in a gentle voice:


    "how, did you find anything?"


    Mo Yi looks at the rose in his hands like a dream. The strength between his fingers is slightly relaxed. The fragile and slender flower stems and the fragmentary broken flowers fall from his palms and fall gently on the carpet in the room. The dried up petals are scattered like Buddha funeral with his actions.


    He shook his head: "roses? Nothing was found to be relevant. "


    Mo Yi''s eyes fell on his fingertips, which were stained with blood, and continued to say in a trance:


    "but a lot has been found about this copy."


    Wen Chen''s eyes were slightly dignified. Mo Yi stood up from the bedside and walked to the oil painting hanging at the door of the room. His eyes fell on the closed eyes of the woman in the painting and said softly, "since entering this copy, I can always feel a sense of being monitored, such as when I walk in the corridor or when I pass by those marble statues A faint sight, or a housekeeper who always seems to know where I appear... "


    He paused, as if thinking about something, and then slowly said:


    "then, and over time, the feeling gradually evolved into a feeling of being manipulated."


    Wen Chen stares at him, the light gray pupil Mou inside flickers slightly light, he did not speak, just quietly waits for Mo Yi next content.


    Mo Yi continued: "I have almost experienced the cycle of two weeks, but according to my observation and conjecture, I actually feel that It can''t be called reincarnation completely.


    Reincarnation is just a whirl of the time line, and the specific external material conditions and rigid requirements are fixed. However, in the appearance of this replica now, the rules and elements can be flexibly adjusted and adjusted. Under the premise that the player knows the law of killing the replica and no one may sacrifice at the dance, it will be great to change the form of the dead victim The marble statues mingled with the crowd to prevent them from getting enough white paint at the dance the next night, and because the silver knives could print the face of the marble statues, they replaced the tableware at the dinner party tonight - I even suspect that it removed the silver knives from the banquet because they saw me use them as mirrors last week Strong. "


    After a long talk, he stopped to take a breath, then turned to Wen Chen and said slowly:


    "have you found that the change and operation of these rules all need a subject."


    Wen Chen looked back into Mo Yi''s dark eyes and whispered:


    "so you suspect Can this copy be manipulated? Behind all the actions and changes is an unknown subject? "


    Mo Yi nodded, his dark eyes lit up, and his speech speed was also accelerating unconsciously:


    "yes, according to the phenomenon I have observed before, it is obvious that this copy has two sets of rules. One is fixed and can not be changed artificially, which is inherent in the copy itself, while the other is artificially defined and can be changed by the giver It''s just like a chess player can change his layout, but can''t change the rules of chess. We are chessmen, and the chess player wants us to make his set of chess rules. "


    He slowly breathed out a breath, turned his head and looked at the oil painting which had no change compared with that at the beginning of the copy and said quietly:


    "since the players enter the copy, they have been hiding in the dark, watching us quietly, observing and even manipulating our behavior."


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 Chapter 186

    Mo Yi can''t sleep on the bed. His fingers caress the cold ring unconsciously under the thick and soft velvet quilt. The perfect hard edges and corners of ruby cut against his finger belly. The exquisite and complex snake shaped patterns on it feel confused in the dark.


    He felt that his guess was right, and he became more convinced over time.


    As his fingers moved slowly around the edge of the ring, he could almost outline in his mind the worn marks on the inside of the ring and the fuzzy acronym.


    Mo Yi recalled his thoughts when he was in the corridor during the day -


    he slowly pushed the ring up along the edge of his ring finger. The cold and hard metal surrounded the skin of his finger. With his action, he tied it loosely around the root of his finger. Mo Yi gently turned the ring, which was not a good fit, There was a little space between the ring and the fingers, which was a little bit larger for him.


    Mo Yi is quietly staring at the dark ceiling, waiting.


    But nothing happened.


    He slowly breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing whether it was disappointment or what it was like.


    Mo Yi shook his head with some self mockery. Just as he was about to take the ring off his finger, he heard a soft murmur outside the door. It was as light as if a gust of wind could be blown away. It was like a wisp of silk thread sliding in through the crack of the door, penetrating the darkness around him and slowly spreading to his ears.


    His nerves tensed in an instant, and he could not help but stop what he was doing.


    Mo Yi lowered his voice and gently called out the names of the people around him Wen Chen. "


    But there was no answer in the dark.


    He became alert and felt something wrong. He reached out to the bed beside him, but he felt empty.


    The bed beside me was cold and empty, and there was no trace of being pressed on the flat sheet, as if no one had ever laid on it.


    Mo Yi''s heart leaped slightly. The subtle words that lurked in the dark seemed to be clearer, but they still couldn''t hear what they were saying. It seemed that they were luring people''s curiosity and all their attention to distinguish the general.


    Quietly, he lifted the quilt on his body and slipped quietly down the bed. His feet stepped on the warm, fluffy carpet without a sound.


    Mo Yi held his breath and walked slowly in the dark. He walked cautiously in the direction of the sound.


    There was no light in front of him, like a curtain curtain curtain around his side. In the dark, it seemed that there were countless dense cotton wadding, which made everything in front of him chaotic. He felt the dark and walked forward, and a faint light appeared not far away from his eyes -


    there was a subtle light coming through the crack of the door and printed on the carpet A thin yellow light.


    Mo Yi silently pressed his palm on the door handle, and then pressed it down gently. The thin metal friction sound sounded in the dark, but his ears could only hear the murmur of his heartbeat and breathing. Adrenaline was sent to the whole body along with the rushing blood, which made his muscles tense up subconsciously.


    The door was gently opened by a small crack.


    He slowly approached the door, and a thin warm light hit Mo Yi''s face. His eyes narrowed slightly with the sudden light and looked out of the door.


    To Mo Yi''s surprise, the door is not the corridor he imagined. Instead, there is a room which is cramped because of numerous miscellaneous objects. The voice of whispering becomes clearer. Mo Yi can recognize the voice of a man and send the vague words to his ear through the crack of the door.


    An almost inconceivable conjecture sprang up in his mind.


    Mo Yi''s breath was uncontrollably a little bit rapid, but he was forced to suppress it with his amazing will. He slowly widened the gap in front of him a little, and then silently sidetracked his side to let the light shine into the room behind him along the crack of the door.


    He turned to look behind him.


    The cotton wadded darkness was illuminated by the weak light. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and distinguished the blurred scenery and outline in the dark by the light. The heavy gauze curtain softened the outline of the bed, the wardrobe in one corner of the room, the dressing table not far away from him, and the closed door on the other side of the room in the dark Together, it wakes Mo Yi''s memory which is not long ago.


    His heart can''t help shaking, he knows where he is This is the secret room hidden under the blanket deep in the side hall. Mo Yi followed the white shadow in the side hall at the end of the week, but when he opened the same door in the second week, it was indeed a sundry room.


    and Moyi as like as two peas in the room, he turned the corner of his roots in a thoughtful way, and his eyes were very small. He remembered that there were two identical doors in the room. Now the door with light is the one that didn''t open at that time.Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at the tiny cracks in the door that had been opened by himself --


    the soft voice of his voice seemed to gradually become clear with the passage of time. From a limited perspective, it seemed that there was a figure projected onto the ground by the corner light, and the thin and long black shadow was shaking on the ground not far from his own eyes How to move their own angle, can not see the real shadow.


    The intermittent sentences slowly spread to his ears and murmured in an exotic tone. Mo Yi carefully distinguished them for a long time, and finally heard some words and incomplete sentences. He was a little stunned and finally signed up in his mind.


    The "man" in the room was reading bordeville''s flowers of evil in French.


    The timbre makes Mo Yi inexplicably familiar.


    Just as he was pondering over where he had heard the sound, the whispering voice in the room suddenly stopped, and the quiet air seemed to solidify in an instant. Mo Yi''s heart string was slightly stretched and his breath was slowed down --


    "bang Dang!"


    The huge noise in the room finally made Mo Yi tremble all over. He saw a beautiful porcelain vase broken on the ground that could be seen from the thin crack of the door in front of him. The fresh rose with water drops was lying in the broken pieces of porcelain and a mess of water stains, as if it had been swept to the ground by something.


    A hand came out of the blind spot.


    That hand is really too thin, only the pale skin without blood is loosely wrapped with thin and thin bones. The frightening veins and blood vessels protrude from the back of the skinny hand. It is as thin as a skeleton. The hand slowly pinches the rose lying on the ground, and then takes it away from Moyi''s visual range.


    Then, Mo Yi heard the soft footstep sound, walking towards the distance, and then the sound of the door spindle opening and closing.


    Then the room became silent.


    Mo Yi breathed a silent sigh of relief. His fingers on the door handle were slightly relaxed. He felt a layer of sweat in his palm, which brought a slightly greasy touch. He stood up. His knees and legs were numb because they had not moved for too long. He moved his numb feet a little, and then boldly opened the door in front of him tentatively Look into the room.


    There is no one in the room, only the high stack of debris and old paper cast a deep shadow in the dim yellow light, and the room is filled with a strong smell of dust and pungent paint.


    Mo Yi slowly walked a few steps toward the door. Suddenly, his sight was tightly grasped by the things in the middle of the room, which made his steps unable to move. It was as if his whole body''s blood stayed here, and all his attention was deeply locked on it -


    it was an unfinished oil painting.


    Among a pile of messy and dried up pigment color plates, the canvas which is slightly yellowing under the light can see the texture of the cloth extension. On the canvas, a woman''s upper body is painted. Messy lines and rough colors are piled up and crowded on the canvas. The woman''s micro side face is outlined. The whole face has not been fully outlined, only a pair of affectionate black His eyes, surrounded by plush eyelashes, gaze silently out of the canvas.


    Although it is not finished, Mo Yi still recognizes that this is the portrait of the woman hanging in the side hall.


    And a rose with water drops is lying on the small table with paint beside the canvas. The delicate petals are rich in red, and they are suffused with the delicate luster of cloth in the light.


    He slowly stepped forward a few steps, slowly reaching out to touch -


    the next second, the sound of footsteps came from far away and approached slowly. The sound of the bolt opening suddenly broke the silence of the room, and woke Mo Yi from his meditation. His heart leaped suddenly, and then he turned to prepare to walk in the direction of his coming, but he was hurt when he turned around Under the accumulation of debris trip, unable to maintain balance to fall to the side.


    Mo Yi suddenly took a breath of cool air, and his heart beat high in a moment because of his weightlessness.


    ¡°¡­¡­ What''s the matter? "


    The familiar voice rings in his ear. Mo Yi suddenly turns his head, but sees Wen Chen frowning and looking at him. His light gray eyes are staring at him deeply. He seems to be saying something, but Mo Yi seems to have heard nothing. He is just panting violently and looking around him blankly. He seems not to know where he is It''s similar.


    In front of you, whether it is Baroque style gorgeous decoration or neatly arranged furniture in the room, you are familiar with it and you are at a loss.


    All the evidence seems to clearly show that Mo Yi is lying on the bed in his room at the moment, rather than in the secret room hidden behind the blanket. He felt his back soaked with sweat, the material of his clothes was tightly adhered to his back, and the velvet quilts were stacked around him, and the warm heat came from it.


    Mo Yi struggled to get up and looked down at his palm on the quilt.


    On the base of his pale ring finger, I saw that ruby ring was loosely hooped.


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 Chapter 187

    What happened before Are they dreams?


    Mo Yi was staring at the ring on his ring finger. It seemed that there was blood flowing slowly in the sharp ruby. He blinked slowly, and his mind was sober from the dim state just now, and the confused and trance look in his dark eyes slowly faded away.


    No.


    What he had seen before was too clear and vivid to be explained by simple dreams.


    Mo Yi slightly turns the ring at the base of his finger. The cold metal under his finger has caught the temperature of his finger and ironed his skin properly. If it is not a dream, then it is likely that this ring makes him see the scene. But what Mo Yi doesn''t know is that the scene he sees in that room is real-time? Is it just a ring in memory?


    He slowly took the ring off his ring finger and put it in the palm of his hand to examine it. The unfinished painting that I saw in that room flashed through my mind. In the picture, the dark eyes of the woman were gazing affectionately at the outside of the picture, and the rosy face was bright and vivid. It was the hero of the portrait hanging in the side hall - in this case, the second explanation would be more reasonable.


    So This ring let him see, is it the completion process of this painting?


    Mo Yi slowly tightened his fingers thoughtfully, and then put the ring with body temperature back into his pocket. Just as he straightened up to get out of bed, Yu Guang swept the roses he had put on the low cabinet beside the bed before the light went out.


    The petals have withered as if they were lack of water. Even the stems are covered with lifeless yellow. The withered petals are covered with dark brown blood, which looks like a corpse that has lost all its vitality.


    He stretched out his hand to pick up the withered rose, but it seemed to lose all its strength at the moment of leaving the cabinet. The petals that lost water and color on the branches fell one after another, and turned into powder at the moment when they touched the ground. In his palm, there were only bare flowers left, which seemed decadent and lonely.


    There was a slight pressure on the shoulders.


    Mo Yi slightly side of the head, just on the Wen Chen cast the line of sight, that almost inorganic material of the eye color seems to contain some deep and silent mood, seems to be transmitting silent concern. Mo Yi''s fingertip slightly one receives, conveniently throws the flower branch in the hand casually in one side, and then gently shakes his head: "it''s OK."


    Before yesterday, his heart was not without loss and irritability.


    However, after concluding that the operator behind the copy is not a certain established rule as before, but another one with the same intelligence as the players. Mo Yi basically knew why it was difficult for him to find the key clues in the copy. In the past, he overcame the obstacles fixed in the copy to find the clues On the opposite side of the chessboard, there is another existence. When Mo Yi looks for clues, he hides clues, and even puts out irrelevant clues to confuse his sight. Moreover, the opponent is in the dark and he is in the light, which leads to Mo Yi''s disadvantage from the beginning.


    That''s why he feels that the clues in this copy are numerous and miscellaneous, but he can''t find anything that can touch the core of the copy


    However, it is not hopeless now.


    Because there are still some established rules in this copy, and Mo Yi and the other party have to be restricted by the same rules. Now, his hope of turning the table is pinned on these established things. Only by finding the rules that the player and the other party must abide by, can he get rid of the situation of being controlled by others and make both sides finally play in the same position.


    According to our previous experience, no one will die within the third day. Although it means that the player is confined to his room and can not move, it is also the day with the least controllable changes in the replica.


    Mo Yi knows that the third day is the watershed, but he doesn''t know how to do it.


    So It''s up to you to act accordingly.


    Mo Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, and then his legs on the ground suddenly forced him to the bed. The soft velvet under his body was swayed by his weight. His legs overlapped, and his arms were bent under the back of his head. His eyes looked straight at the complicated patterns on the ceiling.


    The bed around him sank slightly. Mo Yi turned his head to look at his side. He only saw that Chen was lying beside him. Learning from him, he gazed at the ceiling with the same posture. After finding Mo Yi''s gaze, Wen Chen turned over his cheek and looked back, with a smile on his lips:


    "why, can''t I be lazy?"


    Mo Yi chuckled and his chest vibrated with the laughter: "I didn''t say I was lazy."


    Wen Chen props up body with elbow, gather together to kiss him.


    He let go of Mo Yi''s lips and gently kiss his forehead. His deep voice was warm as fluffy cotton wadding under the sun: "I think you should be lazy for a while."


    Mo Yi blinks and stares at his own small image in Wen Chen''s eyes, smiling at his lips"When it''s over, maybe."


    Wen Chen Mou inner mood is unpredictable, he slightly purses up the lip corner, sinks down the body with his own cold cheek to rub against Mo Yi''s, gently says: "good, that''s settled."


    Breakfast and wedding dress were delivered like last time. Mo Yi was able to watch the strange scene outside the door without any surprise. The waiting time today was too long. He didn''t have the patience to relax. In the time before 6:00 p.m., Mo Yi began to search the room to find out whether he might have stayed last time We haven''t searched the corner, but we haven''t found any new clues.


    Although not very unexpected, but the heart is still feeling a faint disappointment.


    At five thirty in the afternoon, a familiar knock came from the door. As like as two peas, Mo Yihe and Wen Chen,


    , had already changed their ready gown, and hurried to the door, and opened the already turned door. The familiar faces of


    housekeeper slowly appeared behind the door. MOE looked over his shoulder and looked back. Only behind him was the vertical corridor, which was exactly the same as last time, and opened with the open door as the starting point, and went straight into the dark depths. Extending, quietly leading to the unknown distance.


    They followed the housekeeper and walked along the corridor. The heavy carpet absorbed all the footfalls. It was as dark and dead as a grave, enveloping the three people''s bodies. The repeated and monotonous scene made people feel sleepy.


    Finally, the housekeeper stopped walking in front of him, and the familiar brass door was displayed in front of him. The dim light printed the relief on the door with shallow reflection. The painful face of the man carved on the door gazed at the three people in the dark. His half naked body muscles were stretched, as if he was holding something with the strength of his whole body -


    the Butler''s body covered Mo Yi Looking at Mo Yi, he stretched out his pale and thin palm at Mo Yi. His dark and empty eyes were staring at his face indifferently. His voice did not fluctuate at all:


    "please show me your invitation card."


    Mo Yi took out the gilded invitation from his pocket and handed it to the housekeeper.


    The housekeeper took the invitation and opened it. After carefully examining it, he handed it back to Mo Yi''s hand. On his stiff face, he raised a formal smile that was exactly the same as usual, and pushed the door behind him --


    "please."


    The dazzling white light hit him, and the pale hall spread out slowly in front of his eyes. No matter the tables and chairs or the gauze curtains were extremely clean white, Mo Yi slightly narrowed his stinging eyes and stepped into it without stopping. The bronze door closed behind him, blocking the figure of Wen Chen outside, and the gentle sound of karaoke sounded behind him Mo Yi knew that it was the sound of the pale wall covering the bronze gate, but he did not look back, just walked along the lifeless hall.


    He passed through the white curtain that blocked his eyes, and the familiar scenery appeared in front of him.


    At the end of a bleak white room is the altar surrounded by blood red roses. The bright color is as bright as blood, and the snow-white carpet seems to have not dried up blood, stacked layer by layer, surrounding the whole altar. All the seats next to me were filled with guests in black dresses, and then there were empty seats at the front.


    Mo Yi did not rush forward this time. Instead, he began to examine the guests of the marble statues one by one. He was surprised to find that although all the faces of the marble statues were stiff and pale, they were all different. From the race to the five officials, the details were different, as if everyone was a different person.


    Mo Yi recalled the player who had become a marble statue, and an idea came out of his mind.


    Is Has every marble statue here ever been a living person?


    He slowly took a deep breath, and then slowly walked forward along the central road. While walking, he observed the faces of all the people more carefully.


    suddenly, Mo Yi noticed that the face of one of the marble statues was the maid who had been guiding him.


    If my previous guess is right Did all the servants in the house have been victims? That is to say They were all living people?


    He was stunned. Before he could do anything, he just heard the voice of a player coming from the front:


    "Hello! here! What are you waiting for


    Mo Yi regained consciousness, he looked down at his watch: it will be six o''clock soon.


    He quickly walked to the front, found his own position, sat down, and then quietly looked at his own dial, the hands tick, without stopping to go forward, just two minutes before six o''clock, the sound of slowly opening the door sounded, and then, the endless darkness swallowed the pale color, with an unstoppable rapid momentum toward the crowd!


    The players around are not as panic stricken as before, just quietly close their eyes, waiting for the dark to come, waiting for the last week to open.


    Like other players, Mo Yi did not move.He opened his eyes and fixed his gaze into the dark. It seemed that he was waiting for something. The black spread so fast that he came to him in the blink of an eye. Just before the darkness engulfed him, Mo Yi broke the glass ball he held in his fingertips with his fingertips. His dark eyes looked calm and indifferent.


    No hesitation, no hesitation.


    This is the first time he has used a prop in a copy.


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 Chapter 188

    The turbulent darkness swept in like waves, and the heavy dizziness hit Mo Yi like a huge hammer, All the colors in front of him seemed to be dancing wildly, and finally they were swallowed up by the strong darkness into the color of silence -


    Mo Yi clenched his teeth and felt that every cell in his body seemed to be pounding and shaking wildly. However, he was tightly bound up by his skin and bones, and he could only make a hoarse but unwilling friction sound, The earth shaking illusion stirred wildly in his mind, and he could not help but feel the physiological nausea from the depths of his body.


    His fingertips trembled slightly, and his cold and sharp touch came from the skin that would slowly crush the glass beads just now. It was like a cold steel needle slowly embedded along the nail seam, and the painful feeling was as hard to ignore as the gangrene attached to the bone.


    Before entering the dungeon, Mo Yi will exchange some props that may be used in the copy in case of emergency.


    But since the first copy, he hasn''t used it once.


    The 24-hour cooling off period means that after using the props once, they can''t be used for the second time in the whole day. Moreover, it will bring negative effects with random effects and durations. However, the environment in the replica is always dangerous, No one knows if there will be a more critical situation in a period of time after using the props, so Mo Yi''s attitude towards the props in these copies is not necessary.


    The use of props this time is also the result of Mo Yi''s careful consideration.


    Because the time line of this copy is very long, and the fixed time point and specific death methods in the copy are basically found out, it is acceptable to have no props for 24 hours and certain negative effects. In addition Whether from the perspective of the hidden rules in the replica or Mo Yi''s inference, today is a very critical day. If we don''t seize the opportunity at this time, we won''t have a second chance. After all, his purpose from the beginning was not to live in the replica, but to dissect the replica by completing a branch task.


    Br >


    in the next hour, the player will be immune to the player''s voice


    The cold pain on the fingers has completely disappeared, and the dizziness and blurring before it seems to disappear gradually with the statement of the female voice with no emotion. The mind is clear again. Only listen to the female voice continue to say:


    "the side effects and duration will be generated automatically after the props fail."


    The girl''s voice disappeared in my mind, and my ears became cold and quiet again, as if all the voices were eliminated in the silent darkness.


    Mo Yi takes a deep breath and slowly opens his eyes tentatively. Fortunately, this action is not too difficult for him now.


    In front of him was a deep and strong darkness, which covered the whole range of his sight. Mo Yi almost doubted whether he had really opened his eyes. However, when he looked into the darkness carefully, he found that the darkness in front of him seemed to be a slowly rotating whirlpool, in which countless colors seemed to rotate slowly, almost absorbing human soul It''s like, it''s weird like a devil.


    And the darkness was so wrapped around him that he was almost suffocating.


    The stillness of death spread around him. Mo Yi felt nothing but cold. It was like that the whole person was deeply immersed in the low temperature and sticky swamp. The cold and piercing feeling was introduced into his body along his limbs and bones, which almost made his bones ache.


    He tried to move his finger.


    It can move.


    Mo Yi lifted his arm with force. He felt as if there was a reaction force pulling and tearing him in the dark, stopping his every move. It was as if he was deeply trapped in glue. Even some simple movements would cost a great deal of strength. Just the actions just now almost exhausted all the strength in his body.


    He stopped panting, then turned his head to try to see his surroundings clearly.


    I seem to catch a glimpse of some strange outline.


    Mo Yi used all his strength to slightly side over the body, and then cast his eyes toward the darkness on his side.


    In a dark depth, there is a portrait painting quietly suspended in the distance. The paint on the canvas dried up and cracked. Although the original appearance can hardly be seen, the amazing beauty of the woman in the painting can still be seen. The painting has been painted with color, the long black hair is like a waterfall scattered on the waist, and the blood red lips are bright and bright on the pale skin Eye piercing, black as ink like eyes as if able to capture the soul like, no emotion to gaze at the distance.


    The oil painting, which was recolored by the player''s body in the copy, is quietly suspended in the dark. The overall effect of the painting is like a master''s exquisite masterpiece, which is destroyed by the apprentice''s rough coloring skills. The rigid black, white and red colors make the whole painting show a strange and strange sense.However, different from what I saw in the side hall before, there are still scattered paint plates and brushes beside the oil paintings, and there is a withered rose on one corner of the painting tray.


    At this time, there was a hoarse and violent scream in the darkness and silence without warning. It seemed that it was not like the sound that human beings could make, like the combination of the sound of a sharp knife tearing the cloth and the fingernail scratching on the glass. It came from all directions in layers, like a steel needle, which brought sharp pain to the eardrum.


    Mo Yi''s heart gives a violent shock, subconsciously closes his eyes, and deliberately adjusts his breathing to a gentle state.


    The screams disappeared.


    Mo Yi''s heart is still beating uncontrollably. He slowly raises a gap in his eyelids and quietly stares at the environment around him. It is still dark and there is no human shadow.


    There was a murmur in the silence.


    The flower of evil.


    Mo Yi recognized the familiar voice, which was the male voice in his dream last night. At the same time, he also remembered why he was familiar with the voice last night Because that''s what he heard when he was hunted down the hallway as a red victim and fell into a fantasy.


    So Around these spinning, as if by countless colors knead together after the black, should be oneself in the corridor to see the slow spread of darkness.


    Even if you can hear the murmuring voice, Mo Yi still can''t see the slightest shadow in the sight.


    After a long time, the murmuring voice stopped without warning, and the deep male voice murmured in the volume of soliloquy:


    "wrong."


    Then, Mo Yi saw that the colors on the painting slowly faded. White, black and red were like washed off makeup. They were slowly sliding down the canvas, leaving dirty traces on the canvas, revealing the blurred outline and dry color under it.


    Oil painting is back to its original form.


    The darkness in front of us is slowly flowing, the speed of rotation is faster and faster, and countless colors are scattered, gradually forming the familiar walls, floors, decorations, corridors, rooms, all of which are rapidly divided and constructed in front of us. The appearance of Claus House is quickly outlined by the creeping darkness. If the darkness is actually scratched across the skin, stay It''s cold and sticky.


    Mo Yi later realized that the sticky feeling of climbing along his side.


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 Chapter 189

    At this point, a familiar metallic tone is heard:


    "the item will be invalid in five seconds."


    Mo Yi was slightly stunned, only listening to the female voice continued:


    "it is detected that the player will enter the scenario coma in the copy after the props fail. Due to the long period of time, the side effects of the props will take effect after the player wakes up -"


    before the voice falls, he feels that the front of his eyes is black, as if he is covered by a black curtain, All the light, sound and consciousness quickly drain from the body with the coming of darkness. The last sound Mo Yi heard before he lost consciousness was the metal sound that sounded again without emotional fluctuation:


    "5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."


    In the vision of gradually darkening, the dark and tumbling pigments gradually separate into clear colors, surging and interweaving with each other in the solid state and liquid state, rapidly constructing the skeleton and decoration of the residence, just like a gorgeous and strange dream, and then gradually become dim and dark with the withdrawal of consciousness.


    Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes.


    In front of us is the top painting with complicated lines. The bright colors are slightly dimmed due to time, winding into gorgeous and complex patterns.


    He was stupefied. It took him a long time to react. The third week began.


    A familiar voice sounded in my ear: "players have been detected waking up, side effects are being randomly selected..."


    Mo Yi''s consciousness gradually returned, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart. Although he didn''t know what the side effects of using props would be, according to the communication with Jiang yuanrou before entering the replica, he could know that the specific side effects and duration of using props were related to the player''s experience during the period when the props were in effect, For example, the props Jiang yuanrou used in the last copy was to avoid a fatal injury, and her side effect was a stab wound in the abdomen.


    Less than a minute later, the apathetic sound of the game rang again, announcing the results:


    "side effects [severe winter], lasting for three hours."


    Before Mo Yi''s reaction, he felt as if an extreme cold feeling rose from the depths of his soul. Along with the texture, blood and bones, the whole body was rapidly spreading. The cracks in the bones were covered with terrible cold, with bursts of pain. Almost no one could feel the existence of hands and feet. There was only extreme cold pain. Even thinking became sluggish, as if the brain was also low It''s warm and frostbitten.


    He felt his vision trembling slightly. After a long time, he found that he was shaking violently and uncontrollably. Mo Yi could not help but curl up into a ball, but could not relieve the cold from the inside of his body.


    An anxious voice sounded in his ear, and it passed through the ears that seemed to be blocked by cotton. Mo Yi realized that this was Wen Chen calling his name.


    He lifted his eyelids with some difficulty, but only the clatter of his teeth could be heard in his ears.


    Mo Yi pinched his numb palm with all his strength. The tingling pain dispelled the numbness of his limbs and made his brain wake up a little. Then he said intermittently in a shaking voice:


    "no It''s OK, it''s just, it''s just, side effects -- "


    he can''t say it anymore.


    In Mo Yi''s hazy vision, we can only see Wen Chen with his face and bright light eyes, others seem to be blurred into a chaotic gray by the cold.


    Wen Chen''s pupils were tight, and his face was tightly fixed on Mo YILENG''s blue and white cheeks and purple trembling lips. His fingers trembled slightly, and his knuckles turned white due to force. He tried to reach out to hold Mo Yi into his arms, but he was suddenly frozen in the air when he reached half way.


    It suddenly occurred to him that his body had no temperature.


    He stretched out half of his hand and turned his direction. He pulled up the bedding on the bed and wrapped Mo Yili tightly. Then he opened his arms and held him in his arms.


    When Mo Yi opened his eyes, he was always calm and rational. His alienated dark eyes seemed to be able to see through people''s hearts, as straight and focused as an arrow. The dignity and sense of control buried in his bones almost ignored his physical condition. When Mo Yi closed his eyes, it was more difficult to control his thin and fragile.


    When he curled up, it was almost just a slight bulge in the fluffy and soft quilt.


    Wen Chen clenched his teeth and tightened his arms. He felt that Mo Yi''s thin and protruding bones were pressing his chest in the soft quilt. His chest was swollen and numb, as if he was shaking with Mo Yi, who was tortured by the cold --


    Mo Yi raised his eyes with difficulty. He seemed to have adapted to the cold state a little more than before, and even reluctantly laughed at Wen Chen


    "You, what are you doing?"


    Wen Chen pursed her lips and didn''t speak, as if she could block the surging emotion of her chest in the dyke, and her pale eyes staring at the folds on the quilt fiercely, as if she could vent all the powerlessness in her heart.


    Mo Yi some helpless, shivering lips said: "you know, you, you are so useless, right?"Wen Chen clenched his teeth. How could he not know that this side effect could not be alleviated in such a physical way, but the problem is be put in a quandary.


    Wen Chen doesn''t know how to relieve Mo Yi''s pain. As long as he can, he is willing to replace the pain several million times, but He had nothing to do, and the feeling of powerlessness rising from the bottom of his heart bit his body like a poisonous snake, as if to eat him out from the inside out, and scald the deep black blood in the soul.


    As if, the past reappears.


    Mo Yi felt the warm water drop on his cheek. His cold and unconscious brain turned slowly. He stretched out his hand from the tightly packed quilt, and touched his cheek with the frozen almost unconscious fingers.


    He was stunned, as if something had come over. He opened his eyes and looked at Wen Chen. His eyes were frozen. He could only see Wen Chenliang''s amazing eyes staring at himself not far away:


    "you Crying


    Hearing the sound of Wen Chen trembling in her ears, which was eight degrees lower than usual:


    " No


    The arm hooped around his waist tightened a little bit. More warm drops of water fell onto Mo Yi''s face, and slid down to the quilt along his chin. The soft cloth was moistened. There was a familiar voice in his ear: "the fog will not shed tears."


    Mo Yi was frozen purple lips hook up a slight arc: "so, so, you are just cold condensation, right?"


    The chest close to his back was shaken by laughter. Wen Chen''s voice penetrated through the thick curtain that shrouded his consciousness and passed into his mind. It took Mo Yi a long time to distinguish what he was saying: "if you have to use the physical laws of the real world to explain it, the fog is originally composed of water droplets condensed in cold."


    Mo Yi blinked slowly and was about to say something, but he heard Wen Chen suddenly ask without warning:


    "however, since you can find the water droplets just now, it should be because of the temperature difference?"


    Mo Yi was stunned. He didn''t seem to react. The next second, he felt more warm water dripping on his cheek. The feeling of running close to his skin was almost burning. It took him a long time to notice by the cold and paralyzed senses. The alarm bell rang in his heart, forcing him to open his eyes. The bright red color dyed his eyes into a strong color Wen Chen looked at him with calm eyes, but his fingers drew a deeper and more fierce line on his wrist.


    The heavy and strong smell of blood covered Mo Yi''s olfactory system.


    "Well, would that be better?"


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 Chapter 190

    Mo Yi''s eyes are dyed with a dazzling blood red. The warm touch makes his senses thaw a little. The thick and salty blood drops on the frozen green skin, and flows to the lip along the contour of his face. The frozen numb mouth has tasted the strong rust smell.


    He was frightened and angry. He didn''t know where the strength was spreading in his frozen body.


    Mo Yi struggled to sit up. He stretched out his long and thin fingers, which were frozen to be pale purple. He pulled Wen Chen''s wrist, which was dripping blood downward. He said in a sharp voice, "what are you doing?"


    Wen Chen gazed at him calmly, and extreme bigotry surged in the depth of light gray eyes, and he looked a little sinister under the soft and affectionate expression. He spoke gently and gently, as if he were coaxing an unreasonable child:


    "don''t make trouble, you can warm up in this way."


    No physical temperature can alleviate the negative effects imposed by games on players. What about non physics?


    Wen Chen''s pale eyes have a deep dark flow, as if the hazy fog and the dark night interweave, with a subtle smile on his lips, Then, with a chilling ferocity, he tore the wound on his wrist, letting the rich and bright red blood gush out like a spring, and drip on Mo Yi''s pale face and lips. His expression was unusually gentle.


    What about the blood that contains its own original strength?


    It''s going to work, right?


    Mo Yi''s eyes were filled with uncontrollable anger, like a dark lake exposed after the ice broke, which was almost impossible to stare at. He said with gnashing teeth:


    "are you wrong? This, this is just the side effect of the props I used. It will be over after three hours. "


    He spoke slowly, trembling slightly because of the cold, every word, firm and unusual:


    "you stop me, do you hear me?"


    Wen Chen''s calm expression is mixed with surprise and surprise. He stares at Mo Yi with his suddenly lit eyes and says in a soft voice: " You look better, so you''re useful, aren''t you? "


    Strictly speaking, it works.


    Mo Yi was completely unable to feel the temperature of the outside world. The only thing that occupied his mind and nerves was the constant cold and frightful feeling from the depths of his bones, which almost froze his * * and his soul together. However, Wen Chen''s blood seemed to be a combination of burning flame and warm milk, quietly and rapidly melting the ice covering Mo Yi''s consciousness and body As if the hot and proper warm water rolled down his throat into his stomach, along the blood vessels and nerves, he scattered the cold that almost made him shiver.


    However, he is as sober as Mo Yi. Although he doesn''t know exactly what Wenchen''s blood means to him, he can always guess something according to the previous situation, such as its healing effect on himself which is almost instant, and the weak state that Wen Chen will enter after bloodletting every time - although he thinks he conceals it well, he can''t hide it Yi''s eyes.


    Once Mo Yi didn''t mind, even acquiesced, because he didn''t care about anyone except himself.


    And now


    Mo Yi clenches his teeth and stares at Wen Chen. The blue and white fingers clasped on his wrist are dyed dazzling red with blood. The blood gushes out unstoppably along his fingers, as if he is trying to stop the spring gushing out. His voice is as cold as ice on a snow mountain:


    "how can it be useful? Are you stupid?"


    He gazed at Wen Chen, and his cold eyes were as real as they were. Although his voice was light, he said, "stop -- I don''t want to say the third time."


    The glimmer in Wen Chen''s eyes was like a flame swaying in the wind. After shaking, it was slowly extinguished. He looked at Mo Yi with a dim expression. His expression seemed to be the pain and helplessness of the wounded beast''s quietly licking the wound. It was wrapped in a hard and expressionless shell, otherwise Mo Yi would realize his slightest weakness.


    The wound on his wrist healed with the speed visible to the naked eye, and the bright red blood was still deeply imprinted on his pale wrist. The blood beads that had not fallen hung on his fingertips, trembled and aggregated into drops, and then fell quickly. The snow-white sheet greedily sucked the blood and dyed a bright scar on the surface of the cloth.


    Wen Chen slowly unfolds his arms and embraces Mo Yi. His arm is slightly tightened with uncontrollable shaking. His pale chin is cautiously stuck on Mo Yi''s shoulder socket, as if embracing a snowman that can be melted at a touch. His voice is so light that even Mo Yi can''t really hear him, and every syllable is painful to the bone marrow:


    " I''m sorry. "


    Mo Yi quietly lowered his eyes, his expressionless face seemed to be frozen. He sighed silently, and then slowly raised his cold, shivering hand that had been swept over again, and pressed it on Wen Chen''s slightly arched back. He opened his mouth, but there was no sound coming out of his throat - the cold came like a storm, and almost instantly took away the only temperature left in his body.


    He felt his mind and brain frozen again by the cold, numb and chaotic.Mo Yi blinked and tried to wake himself up, but the effect was very small. His voice was as low as a sigh quickly swallowed by the wind. He said slowly and hard in Wen Chen''s ear: "if You, if you really want me to feel better, in fact, Jane, a simple hug would be fine... "


    Wen Chen bit his teeth and slowly laid Mo Yi down on the bed. He wrapped him in the bed three layers outside the bed. Then he took the tightly wrapped Mo Yi into his arms. The protective gesture seemed to try to embed Mo Yi deeply into his own bone marrow, into his own flesh and blood, and never left to eat into his stomach But the strength of his arm is light. It seems that he is embracing something fragile. Even the slightest collision can break the existence in his arms instantly.


    He gazed at the distance without expression, looking gloomy and silent, not knowing what he was thinking.


    Light gray eyes as if in the silent burning eternal leaping wildfire, will not devour everything, never give up.


    It must be


    Mo Yi turned upside down between half dreaming and half waking up. His eyes were frozen by the cold. His teeth trembled slightly, but his deep consciousness was still awake, counting down the time and counting the minutes and seconds. However, these three hours became very long, as if 300 years had not ended.


    He moved his finger under the quilt and pulled out the heavy ring. He thought faintly:


    there is nothing to do now It''s better to waste time than


    In this way, Mo Yi slowly put the ring on his ring finger with his trembling finger. Because his consciousness was not clear, he didn''t aim at it for several times. Finally, he found the right position and pushed the ruby ring down the joint of his finger, and it was properly buckled to the root of his finger.


    He blinked slowly, feeling his consciousness as if inspired by the cold, silent sinking under the cold lake Then, the heart suddenly constricted without warning, as if consciousness was instantly pulled back into the real world, which made his blood pressure and heart rate rise instantly, and the feeling of weightlessness made his brain instantly awake.


    Although still able to feel the cold, but it is not as harsh as before, as if through a thin layer of glass invasion, and this temperature for Mo Yi has been used to the cold is pediatrics.


    Mo Yi blinked a little slowly. He was clear by the cold and hazy sight. He realized that he was standing.


    He was standing alone in the side hall.


    As cold as a stone cellar, the room is filled with the smell of dust that itches people''s throat, while the more familiar flavor is mixed with them. The strong sweet fragrance seems to be surrounded by the sudden rising smoke, which makes Mo Yi feel almost reflexive nausea and tension. The sweet and greasy smell is like the thin and dark shadow of death in this copy, It''s almost ominous to follow behind every death and every corpse.


    The sweet, greasy and terrifying smell pervaded the open room, almost as if it were a living thing, provoking people''s nerves, and enveloping everyone who was deeply involved in it.


    Mo Yi frowned and coughed low. Then he lowered his head and looked at the ring on his finger -


    the golden ring and pigeon red ruby still had blood clots. Under the dim light, Mo Yi couldn''t tell whether it had been dyed before in bed or the inherent appearance in this "memory".


    The reason why Mo Yi thinks this is "memory" is that the side hall in front of him is definitely not the scene on the current time line. Although the side hall is dim, it has already lit up a few weak lights, which can light up the dark hall. The room is empty, and there is no white shadow that Mo Yi saw before Strange appearance, only a few solitary furniture in the middle of the room, covered with a thick layer of white cloth, one side of the room wall is the familiar pair of familiar portraits.


    The above color is carefully described and lifelike. It is not the rigid and ugly appearance that Mo Yi saw after the second week. But even so, he can still find that the whole portrait has not been completely painted, and the lower half of the portrait is still not colored. However, it is strange that the female head and shoulder are in the portrait The paint on the top has begun to dry up, with faint signs of cracking.


    On the ground, there is a half withered rose quietly.


    Mo Yi frowned suspiciously, stepped back a few steps, then turned to the only furniture covered by white cloth in the hall, grabbed the edge of the white cloth with his fingers, and slowly pulled down the cloth covered by it --


    the dark and shiny wood was displayed in front of him.


    Mo Yi''s heart jumped slightly.


    The "furniture" under the white cloth is a coffin.


    Before he could do anything, he just heard the soft footsteps coming from the closed door¡ª¡ªwww.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!

 Chapter 191

    Mo Yi was startled by the sudden voice from behind. Subconsciously, he covered the white cloth in his hand back to the dark coffin in the middle of the hall, and then quickly flashed away. After that, the whole body was covered by the deep shadow of the coffin, as if integrated into it.


    He held his breath and felt the white cloth''s hem scraping his cheek slightly, causing slight itching.


    There is a long and thin shadow on the ground gradually approaching. In the dim light of the side hall, the dark body of the visitor is slowly revealed within the scope of Moyi''s vision. He looks around the room indifferently, and the fuzzy face flashes in front of Mo Yi''s eyes. Mo Yi can''t help but stare at his eyes.


    Although you can''t see clearly in the light, one thing is certain.


    Never met this man.


    Not a housekeeper, nor anyone in the house, but a completely strange face.


    The flame of hope lit up in Mo Yi''s heart, almost slowly dispelling the cold that occupied his body again. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of his heart beating.


    If


    Before Mo Yi came up with an idea, he saw that man in the dark slowly stepped over the withered rose placed in front of the portrait. The yellow and brittle petals were broken under the hard sole, and crushed into scattered pieces in the light sound of "Kara", and buried deeply in the thick and soft carpet.


    He went deep into the side hall without pause.


    Mo Yi''s eyes slowly rotate, closely following the figure of the man. When he half turned his face, his eyes suddenly turned to a pair of eyes hidden in the white cloth beside him.


    Mo Yi''s dark and ferocious eyes closely watched Mo Yi from the gap between the heavy cloth, which made his body tense instantly. Adrenaline was extremely high, and the heart beat almost broke through his chest. Mo Yi quickly put out his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and blocked his sudden rapid breathing and the sound that might overflow from his mouth in his throat.


    But he inevitably made a slight noise.


    The man, who was walking deep into the side hall, suddenly stopped.


    Mo Yi felt the cold in his body, like a snake that had been lurking for a long time, and the cold shivering feeling climbed all the way along his back. He clenched his teeth, and his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about all the possibilities of escape. The scene in front of him could not be a simple memory picture, otherwise the characters and scenery in it could not be influenced and changed by him Change, then once found, he is still in the cooling period of props, almost unavoidable, only a dead end!


    The dark eyes are still peeping silently in the dark.


    However, all Mo Yi''s attention is focused on the man standing in the deep hall. He slowly turns around, his pale side face appears fuzzy and indifferent in the dark. Mo Yi can''t see his expression clearly. He can only press his cold fingers on his lower half of his face, trying to lower his breathing, heartbeat and sense of existence together.


    The man didn''t look at him, but slowly reached out to the tall furniture covered by the white cloth in front of him. Then he grabbed the white cloth and pulled it hard. Mo Yi saw that there was also a dark coffin under the white cloth. However, the coffin was much larger than the one Mo Yi had seen before. The dark and thick wood was obviously valuable, It is painted with black and smooth coating. The wood is wrapped with countless fine gold wires. It looks luxurious and gorgeous, and shimmers in the light.


    The material of that coffin made Mo Yi jump.


    He recalled the portraits in his room and the frames of portraits in the side hall


    Is it made of coffins?!


    He lowered his heart and continued to look at the scene in front of him. He saw that the man slowly raised his other hand which had been hanging from his side. Mo Yi was surprised to find that his thin, almost skinny hand was holding a handful of roses tightly. The sharp thorns on it had not been removed. He pierced his hand holding the flower branch, and the dark red blood was flowing along him His fingers trickled down slowly, dropping on the coffin.


    The man slowly released his fingers holding the rose branches and placed the bunch of roses in front of the coffin.


    Then he turned and left - but this time, he finally stopped in front of the portrait hanging on the wall.


    He stands quietly in front of the portrait, blocking Mo Yi''s eyes. Mo Yi can only see the dark and gentle eyes of the woman in the portrait over his shoulder, silently and silently staring into the darkness.


    The man leaned forward slowly, pressed his palm on the wall with the painting hanging on it, and then pressed his lips toward the portrait slowly, as if he were quietly kissing the lips of the man in the painting.


    After the ritual, the man straightened up slowly and strode toward the side hall door.


    The sound of opening and closing the door shaft sounded in the quiet and empty hall, the light outside the corridor flashed on the ground, and then the room returned to its former silence and desolation.


    When Mo Yi can''t hear the footsteps outside the door, he puts down his stiff palm which covers his mouth and breathes a long, silent breath. He slowly looks at the eye behind the white cloth and stares at his eyeball. When he looks at it again, his heart jumps a little involuntarily. He calms down and reaches for the cloth covered on it And then he pulled it off¡ª¡ªIn front of us is another coffin.


    But unlike other coffins, the coffin was not closed tightly, and the coffin board raised a wide gap, and the eyes peeped out from the cracks in the coffin.


    Mo Yi inserted his fingers into the crevice of the coffin, and then lifted it up with all his strength. After listening to a few acid squeaks, the cover which was not covered up was lifted up, and "bang Dang" fell on the ground, revealing the scene below -


    there was a man with a twisted posture lying inside. He raised his arm to block himself In front of his body, it seems that he is pushing up the cover of the coffin. His blue gray fingers are stiff and fixed in the air. He seems to be trying his best to grasp the gap of the coffin. His dark and empty eyes are struggling to look out of the coffin''s cracks, as if they are still looking for the hope of life.


    He was put in the coffin alive.


    According to the stiffness on the body, he seems to have just died.


    Mo Yi frowns slightly and stares at him quietly. He tentatively reaches out his finger and gently touches the figure of the body lying on the side of the coffin. Under his slight touch, the body seems to have lost its balance, and the whole body suddenly falls back into the coffin.


    He was stunned slightly, and his eyes were attracted by the upper part of the corpse''s skull -


    he saw a huge hole in the skull of the corpse, and the scalp disappeared, revealing the thick white bone and the large cracked hole. The milky white brain pulp and scarlet blood hung on the edge of the wound. Among them, one of the lead pipes extended out of the large hole in the skull, and the brain pulp in the skull was pulled out There seems to be something left in the tube.


    Mo Yi raised his arm, reached for the hose, and then squeezed it out.


    The dark liquid dripped out slowly, sending out the familiar sweet and greasy smell, while the liquid dripping on the ground showed a familiar texture under the light. Mo Yi was a little stunned and looked closer --


    Yes, it was pigment.


    Then, it seems that it is because of the air that the black pigment drops on the ground gradually changes color and becomes a dark, dirty, dark gray. The strange sweet and greasy aroma seems to be more intense, which invades the human senses like living things.


    Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds, and his eyes became dark.


    So, the brain of a corpse can be used to make paint, but soon after it encounters the air, the pigment changes color and turns gray, and that''s where the weird smell comes from. If we connect the clues we got before, can we say The purpose of this copy is to take out the brains of players who ingest ordinary pigments to make special pigments that emit fragrance, and then color the portrait hanging in the side hall?


    Then the corpse in front of me should have ingested black pigment


    Mo Yi thought so and looked down slowly -


    the face of the corpse in front of him was stiff and distorted by the fear of death, but his facial features were still clear and discernible. Even with his eyes closed, Mo Yi could outline such a face in his mind.


    Housekeeper.


    The man who died in this coffin is the housekeeper.


    His face was twisted, his empty and dark eyes fixed on the void, his mouth wide as if in a silent cry, and there was a heavy black between his teeth and the coating of his tongue, which was the remnant of black pigment.


    After being shocked, Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly. He remembered that when he broke the marble housekeeper, he saw that the black, white and red liquid flowing out of his mind was black, white and red pigments It''s not the same color.


    Is it possible that the monochrome is extracted from the corpse, while the tricolor is mixed Will there be other different effects?


    For example Manipulating the marble statue?


    Just like puppet line to puppet, pigment is the tool to manipulate marble statues.


    Mo Yi slowly straightened up, eyes deep, eyes are still locked in the coffin of the housekeeper''s body, face slightly coagulation.


    In that case, the servants in the whole house should be dead, and they may be the first victims behind the scenes.


    Now they are served in the house by marble statues under the control of the master behind the scenes.


    Mo Yi slowly breathed out a breath and looked deep into the side hall. In the dark place covered by the shadow, it was the dark coffin wrapped with golden silk. There were a bunch of bright roses on it, which were dazzling in the dark.


    In fact, up to now, there are still some unfilled gaps and inconsistencies in this story. There is only one way to prove whether what you guess is true or not


    Mo Yi turned to the coffin as he thought about it. However, before his fingers touched the smooth surface of the coffin, he only felt a huge gravity coming from behind him, pulling him into the dark and silent chaos.


    Before it seems to have become dull and weak cold moment swept by, like the overwhelming wave of Mo Yi from the beginning to the end of the whole submerged.


    Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes.www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!

 Chapter 192

    Mo Yi was dripping with cold sweat all over his body. His pupils shrank. He was staring at the ceiling above his head. Waves of cold swept through his bones, freezing skeletal muscles and skin along his meridians and blood vessels.


    He slowly moved his stiff and cold fingers, like stone carving fingers, shaking to pull down the ring stuck on the root of his fingers. The uneven protuberance on the inner side of the ring caused slight itching pain on the frozen numb skin under the uncontrollable force. Maybe his action range was too large. Wen Chen asked in a soft voice:


    " What''s the matter? "


    Mo Yi pursed his blue white lips. Instead of answering directly, he asked in an uncontrollable trembling voice:


    "still, how long is there left?"


    Wen Chen replied very quickly, as if he had been paying attention to the passage of time:


    "forty five minutes."


    Mo Yi slowly closed his eyes, and his frozen brain slowly calculated. Now it''s only ten minutes since he looked at his watch last time. It seems that the time he spent in the scene is different from that in the copy. Maybe that''s why the cold that I feel will be weakened when I''m in the scene.


    He can''t go on thinking any more. He''s so numb and distracted that he can hardly concentrate, let alone line up the clues he just got.


    Mo Yi closed his eyes and used all his strength to resist the cold inside his body. The sound of his teeth trembling slightly became everything he could hear. Other sounds seemed to come from thousands of miles away, far away and fuzzy, as if covered with a thick gauze curtain.


    Wen Chen quietly stares at Mo Yi''s pale face with closed eyes. His face seems to be covered by frost without a trace of blood, A slight tremor came from the thin body wrapped in the quilt. Wen Chen clenched his teeth and felt that his body seemed to be falling into the abyss with Mo Yi. He approached him and gently pasted his lips on Mo Yi''s cold forehead, which was as cold as ice sculpture. His inability to feel invaded every inch of his senses. Paranoid pain spread in the bottom of his heart Any sound, for fear of disturbing Mo Yi.


    Two people in bed quietly embrace each other, as if time stagnates, years flow.


    Finally, I don''t know how long after that, Mo Yi felt the beast like cold in his body slowly receded, his frozen body and thinking gradually woke up, and his senses seemed to regain their sensitivity. He felt that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat and tightly adhered to the cold skin, sticky and wet, and his hands and feet gradually warmed. Mo Yi could almost hear To the sound of your own blood flowing through the blood vessels.


    He opened his eyes, just on the Wen Chen tightly staring at his line of sight.


    Wen Chen saw Mo Yi open his eyes, his eyes suddenly lit up, and asked in a hurry:


    "do you feel OK?"


    Mo Yi struggled to sit up from the bed, pulled out his arm bound by thick velvet, tentatively moved his muscles and joints which had become stiff due to the lack of movement for too long. Then he took a long breath, and his voice was a little dry:


    " Much better. "


    He looked down at the watch on his wrist - just three hours, no more than a minute.


    Mo Yi thought: at least in this respect, the game did not entrap people.


    Wen Chen raised his hand to cover the quilt again on Mo Yi''s body, and said with no doubt: "don''t move, you haven''t completely recovered now." After saying that, he will be tough to be tucked in the corner, light gray eyes hidden in the determination is hard to shake.


    Mo Yi sighed helplessly, moved his arm, and broke the quilt again:


    "I''m really OK. The cold is just a matter of that period of time. After the side effects disappear, it will return to normal."


    At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "by the way, did you have breakfast this morning?"


    Wen Chen nodded, raised his hand from the side of the table will be the arrangement of the full tray, turned to look at Mo Yi: "I used you to get before the mirror pieces to check, food is no problem, are you hungry?"


    Mo Yi shook his head.


    The side effects of the cold still tormented him. The viscera in his abdominal cavity seemed to be frozen by ice, which made him have no appetite now.


    According to the previous reasoning, from this meal, pigments will be mixed into the food, but this breakfast is not pigment Then it is very likely that the person in the background of this copy found the clues he got and knew that such behavior would not be useful, so he gave up targeting himself.


    Mo Yi can''t help but be mixed. Although his worries about food are much smaller, in the current situation where the enemy is dark and I am bright, the more cards he has exposed, the less advantage he has, and is likely to be targeted by the other side.


    He slowly took a deep breath, sorting out his previous clues in his mind.


    From the phenomenon exposed now, we can basically sum up the story line of cage Tong. According to a large number of portraits and marble statues in the house before, Mr. Klaus should be an artist, while the woman in the portrait should be his dead wife. It is very possible to kill all the servants in his house and extract their brains to make special pigments To be able is to revive her.But There''s a lot more to this copy that doesn''t make sense.


    How does the re coloring of the portrait relate to the resurrection of his wife? What about this reincarnation?


    Mo Yi frowned, but he couldn''t figure out how it was. Now it''s just a simple guess and reasoning that doesn''t work. It''s better to take a look at the scene. He lifted the quilt and got out of the bed. After repeatedly assuring Wen Chen that he had completely recovered, he barely got Wenchen''s suspicious approval. They walked out of the room one after another The gallery and the hall are empty. The remaining players should have finished their exploration and returned to their rooms.


    Mo Yi was walking quickly towards the side hall on the first floor.


    This time, he opened the side hall door in the same way as last week.


    He pushed open the door of the side hall. The dark room was illuminated by the flashlight in his hand. The dark room was covered with white cloth furniture. It looked quiet and strange. The familiar portrait was quietly hanging in the dark. The white cloth on it was even lifted. The blurred face of the portrait gazed at Mo Yi in the shadow.


    Mo Yi quickly took back his eyes, and then quickly walked to the deep of the room. He reached out and lifted the white cloth on the countless ridges in the dark. The mahogany furniture was revealed. Although it had become mottled with the passage of time, it was still thick and strong.


    Instead of changing his expression, he walked quickly to the object next to it, which was covered with white cloth, and then lifted the white cloth over it - furniture.


    Mo Yi starts to lift all the white cloth in the room one by one. Wen Chen also checks the things under the white cloth in the opposite direction according to his appearance. The breaking sound of the cloth pulling in the dark is particularly abrupt. The white cloth lifted one by one brings up countless small dust, which is flying in the air illuminated by the light. The cold room is filled with bad smell of decay and dust The smell.


    Furniture, furniture, furniture


    After not knowing how many white cloth under the furniture, Mo Yi stopped.


    The white cloth he held between his fingers fell on the ground quietly. It looked like a white river flowing from his hands to the ground. In front of him was a heavy black coffin, standing quietly in front of the flashlight. The stale smell smelled disgusting in the dark, but Mo Yi''s eyes lit up slightly.


    After the first coffin was found, other coffins began to appear one by one.


    Scattered dark coffins in the dark look can not help but feel a little hair.


    It seems that the person behind this copy has already considered that the player may open the white cloth for inspection when arranging the side hall, so they hide these coffins in the deep part of the room, because there are so many things in the side hall, and few players will check what is under the white cloth one by one. After checking a part of the side hall, they will lose interest and be preoccupied I think everything else in the room is just furniture.


    Mo Yi looked up at the dark coffin standing in front of him.


    The lid of the coffin was slightly lifted up, revealing a dark gap. The dark and thin hand bones protruded from the dark gap. The skin on the top had peeled off, leaving only the dense bones. It seemed that the coffin was still being pulled outwards, trying to break free.


    This is the housekeeper''s coffin.


    Although this proves the authenticity of what I see, but


    The coffin is still intact, the lid has not been lifted, and it has never been moved. This shows that Mo Yi''s actions on the surrounding scenes in the previous scene have not been extended to the later reality. So it is absolutely not Mo Yi who has gone back to the past What would that be?


    Is it a memory that can be touched?


    Just when Mo Yi couldn''t figure it out, he heard the voice of Wen Chen coming from a distance behind him. He turned around and saw that Chen was looking down at a huge coffin in front of him. The dark and heavy wood was inlaid with thin gold wires.


    Mrs. Claus''s coffin!


    Mo Yi''s eyes brightened, and he put the white cloth in his hand on the furniture beside him. Then he walked quickly towards the direction where Wen Chen was. But before he got to Wen Chen''s side, he could not help but feel a slight pause. His sight crossed the coffin and looked at the corner of the room.


    I saw in that deep dark corner, quietly standing a fuzzy white shadow.


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 Chapter 193

    The illusory and fuzzy white shadow seems to be a hazy mist hanging in a dark and dark fuzzy corner. At the moment of touching Mo Yi''s eyes, it begins to drift towards the deep of the room.


    Mo Yi''s expression is awe inspiring, turn the pace quickly toward the direction that the white shadow disappears.


    The falling white cloth is scattered on the ground, but there are more furniture covered with white cloth or coffins that have not been touched. There are countless walls and channels woven around Mo Yi like a labyrinth, which makes him lose the trace of white shadow in front of him, lost in the chaotic and complex terrain in front of him, and can not find the correct route.


    With the smell of decay in the cold air around him, he rubbed Mo Yi''s naked skin and slowly blew it towards the deep dark room. It was like the breath of death flowing slowly along the ear, bringing physiological shudders.


    Mo Yi subconsciously shrunk his shoulders, brows locked, and a trace of frustration slowly appeared in the depths of his eyes.


    He looked around the route that had no clue or characteristic around him. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his pace suddenly stopped. Mo Yi seemed to think of something, and his eyebrows and eyes were slightly stunned.


    Wait


    It''s windy.


    The whole side hall is basically closed, and the door of the side hall is closed when Mo Yi comes in. It should not be windy. However, there is a very obvious air flow feeling now, and More than once, this is not the first time that Mo Yi has felt the presence of wind in the side hall. The phenomenon with such a high probability of occurrence is no longer simply an accident that can be explained.


    His eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a bright and sharp glimmer in the depths of his eyes.


    Well, it''s likely that there''s a hidden passage in the room that hasn''t been found.


    Mo Yi first ruled out the clutter room where he found the marble statue. After all, the room was tightly hidden under the blanket covering the wall, and the unused space was very limited. It was impossible to form such a breeze.


    He slowly closed his eyes and felt the coolness of the breeze on his skin!


    Mo Yi opened his eyes and looked straight at a certain direction deep in the side hall. His face was calm and sure. He walked quickly towards the direction of the cold air flow. He was firm and fast, as if all the obstacles around him could not stop him. He walked forward like a straight arrow.


    The white cloth, which was quietly hanging in the dark, was blown by the wind when he walked around. It seemed that some living creature was struggling in the dark.


    Mo Yi stopped suddenly.


    Solid walls are blocked in front of you. The narrow area illuminated by the flashlight is eroded by the darkness. With Mo Yi''s wrist moving, it shakes slightly, but you can still see that there is no road ahead, and he has arrived at the end of the side hall.


    I don''t know when the wind has stopped.


    Mo Yi walked forward slowly, his eyes were searching on the wall. The wall in front of him seemed to be no different from the others. The exquisite patterns carved on it reflected the light of the flashlight in the dark, casting deep shadows on the wall, and the flickering shadow was shaking soundlessly in front of his eyes, which made him feel a little frightened.


    He frowned gently, his eyes glued to one corner of the wall in front of him.


    I don''t know if it''s his viewing angle. The slightly raised lines are interwoven with each other. Under the light of the flashlight, it looks like a man''s painful face. Deep despair engraves the lines that can''t disappear on the man''s face. His numb eyes look at the distance silently, and don''t know what he is looking at.


    This It seems to be the pattern carved on the bronze gate!


    Mo Yi felt his heart beating violently in his chest. The blood of his hands and feet seemed to rush to his face in an instant. His cold palm subconsciously grasped the flashlight in his palm. The touch of metal was slightly greasy in his hands.


    He stepped back slowly and raised his flashlight slightly.


    The light column of the flashlight slowly expanded with his movement, slightly dim, but the light with a wider range of illumination quietly projected on the wall, illuminating the patterns above. Finally, for the first time, Mo Yi saw the complete appearance of the whole design.


    It''s like a flash of lightning that cuts through the darkness in an instant, and the roaring sound dispels the stillness.


    Mo Yi''s fingers subconsciously tightened, slowly widened his eyes, and felt that his breath seemed to stop. Something heavy stuck in his throat made him unable to make a sound. However, his heart became extremely clear and clear, as if he could finally see the scene in front of him by the light of lightning.


    He knows What does SIS mean.


    It''s not the abbreviation he guessed, or the first half of a word, but part of a name.


    And the name is


    Sisyphus.He was a figure in ancient Greek mythology. He refused to die out of his nostalgia for the world, and even cheated the gods to prolong his life. So the gods were angry and punished him for pushing a huge stone to the top of the mountain every day. But when he was about to reach the top of the mountain, the rock would fall back to the foot of the mountain again due to gravity, and Sisyphus would push it back again Top, from this cycle, forever repeated the same meaningless and unable to achieve the coolie, forever trapped in the abyss unable to escape.


    Mo Yi looked up at the relief of lines on the wall in front of him.


    In front of him, there was a huge stone, which almost crushed the man''s body. On the round stone, there were sculptures with shallow symbolic meanings. Carefully discerning and looking, it was an abstract snake with a tail attached to each other and surrounded the edge of the whole rock The ring.


    The snake, from the very beginning, was the totem of ancient Greece.


    It symbolizes infinity and samsara.


    The purpose of the person behind the scene in this copy is to complete the portrait. However, both the servant and the player can only provide three kinds of pigments, black and white and red. These colors are only used for drawing. It is impossible to fill the complicated oil painting with colors. Therefore, the painter can only be trapped in these three days of reincarnation and spend his marriage over and over again Three days before the ceremony, I expected to finish the whole painting with three colors, but I always tried in vain. Finally, I returned to the beginning three days later and started a new cycle.


    Mo Yi slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He felt as if his stuffy breath in his chest was slowly dissipated. His eyes were clear and clear, and the whole picture of the copy was finally slowly displayed in front of him.


    But The question is, who punished Mr. Klaus?


    Can it be the white shadow? And why?


    Mo Yi thought in a trance, and slowly attached his palm to the mottled undulating lines on the wall. The touch under his palm was not like a wall It''s like metal.


    The bronze door that he had never found, the mysterious room -


    was finally found by him.


    Before Mo Yi pushes the door open, he just feels the touch under his palm slightly softens. It seems that suddenly, he has changed from a dead thing without life into a living one. It seems that there is a strange attraction that pulls Mo Yi''s palm into the deep wall. The exquisite and abstract relief on the wall seems to twist into a huge arc People''s painful face was distorted into a smile rather than a smile, as if crying rather than crying, staring straight at Mo Yi.


    Startled, he quickly took his wrist with his other hand and pulled it out to prevent him from being pulled into it by this strange force.


    Before Mo Yi came up with an idea, he saw that the wall carpets in front of him began to melt, just like the oil paint eroded by heat. All the colors and patterns seemed to melt down the wall, and countless different colors melted into dirty and confusing patterns. The speed was faster and faster, and the gushing of pigments converged around the body Everything is melting, whether it''s marble statues, wall decorations and blankets, and even the white cloth has turned into a wet stick to the ground pigment, mixed with other colors around.


    The attraction on the palm suddenly turned into a powerful force.


    The color of his body is like that of countless pieces of paint that have not yet flowed in front of his body, which seems to be filled with countless colors of the ocean, which are still floating in front of him Turn around, fully step, identify direction.


    Mo Yi waved his hands in vain, trying to find a support point to offset his dizziness.


    With his eyes wide open, Mo Yi searched aimlessly. In his sight, Mo Yi saw that the huge coffin, which had not melted, was pounding hard at his head under the impact and push of the tide of paint. He closed his eyes subconsciously, but he felt a sudden pull from his wrist, pulling him away from the wave that was about to be hit by the coffin.


    There was a familiar cold touch on his wrist, which was tightly around his wrist bone.


    Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the direction of the power. He only saw that Chen was also impacted by the big wave of paint and drifted to the rear. He pulled hard, and Mo Yi was embraced in his familiar arms. The pungent smell of pigment was a faint pine forest breath, and his low voice came from his ear:


    "I have found you."


    With a powerful wave of pigments, they quickly rushed to the door of the side hall.


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen are photographed on the floor of the corridor by the spray. Then the tide of the paint slowly fades away, and gradually condenses and dries into a rigid block. The door of the side hall has disappeared. Only a myriad of mixed colors can be seen blocking the end of the corridor.


    The side hall is no longer accessible. 161


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 Chapter 194

    The residual paint on the ground quickly solidified, hard and cold in the carpet between the soft fluff, as if it was a bright color ugly scar like uplift.


    Mo Yi gasps, the cold palm holds the wall of his side hard, crawls up slowly on the ground.


    The paint covering his body was now completely dry, and with his movements it split into hard pieces and fell from his body to the carpet.


    Mo Yi bent down and patted the pieces of paint on his body, shook the colorful debris from his clothes to the ground, and then walked to the gate at the end of the corridor, which was completely covered with solidified paint. Now it is almost impossible to identify it. The completely dried pigment seems to be a bloated sarcoma squeezed out from under and between the doors of the side hall, Fill up the end of the corridor, tightly overlapping with deep shadows.


    He reached out tentatively and pushed hard.


    But the front door seems to be cast by copper and iron, there is no sign of movement.


    The voice that hears Chen to be familiar with after death: "already did not work now."


    When Mo Yi heard the sound, he turned his head and looked behind him. He only saw that Chen came slowly from far away and finally stood beside him. He raised his head slightly. His light gray eyes were directly staring at the door covered with paint, as if he could see through the door panel and see the room:


    "the side hall has been filled with paint."


    Mo Yi retreated a few steps, slightly closed his dark eyes, and his lips were slightly pursed. He had not searched too many places in the side hall, especially those newly discovered coffins, but now he has completely lost the opportunity, which makes him frustrated.


    He looked down at the watch on his wrist:


    it''s getting late. It''s time to go back to his room and wait for the servants to take the players to tea.


    Mo Yi and Wen Chen walk toward the outside of the corridor together. They walk through the empty hall and stairs and go back to their room, waiting for the arrival of the maid.


    However, when the pointer reached two forty, the door of the room was not knocked.


    Mo Yi frowned and watched the second hand on the dial slide slowly and evenly. Just after passing the top 12 o''clock, the minute hand moved slowly. It was just right to stagger the complete dividing line on the dial. Now it is two o''clock and forty-one.


    However, there was no knock or footstep outside the thin door panel. It was still quiet.


    Mo Yi stood up from the bedside and walked slowly in the room. His brows were locked. He seemed to be thinking about something.


    According to the law of the copy he found before, the reincarnation of this copy should be divided into two categories. One is fixed and no one can change it, such as the three-day timeline before the wedding and the wedding day, and the other is that the person hiding behind the scenes can control the house at other times All servants can even choose the strategy of hunting and killing players. According to this logic, participating in afternoon tea should be the second one.


    But Why did it suddenly change?


    Mo Yi looked down at the watch on his wrist for the third time. The pointer on it had already pointed to 2:43.


    Three minutes had passed before the maid should have come.


    Mo Yi felt that he couldn''t wait any longer. He quickly stepped forward and opened the door of the room. He put his head out and observed carefully. He saw that the corridor was empty indeed. It seemed that he could hear the sound of the needle tip landing. He took a slight step. After thinking carefully for a few seconds, he walked towards the hall.


    Shortly after he arrived in the hall, some players who found something wrong ran out of their rooms and began to whisper in doubt. Everyone seemed to be upset. Mo Yi slowly looked around all the players present, but found that Li Wang and * * were not among them, so he couldn''t help being slightly stunned.


    Where would they go in such a situation?


    Some players in the crowd suggested that they should go to the room where afternoon tea was held. Then one of the players who remembered the route led him to the familiar light green room. The room was empty and dead, as if the warm green wallpaper had been stained with a light gray. All the furniture remained dead in the original position, without tea fragrance and dots The house of the fragrance of the heart seemed especially silent.


    There was no one in the room.


    The uneasy atmosphere began to expand into a halo of scattered waves, like heavy water pressure in the air, no one knows why the rules in the copy suddenly changed, where the servants in the house have gone, and what kind of impact this change will bring to them. The only thing they can be sure of is the pair of variables that appear in the last samsara It will never be a good thing for them.


    Some panicked players decided to look for those missing servants in the house, and the crowd began to disperse and search aimlessly in the huge and complex house. After more than an hour, the players gathered again and again, and all of them failed to achieve anything.The whole house seems to be empty, there is no one shadow.


    The luxury and housekeeper seem to have disappeared without trace of Baroque.


    Although all the players agree that all the servants in this copy look quite frightening, but at the moment when they can''t be found, they are in and even more panic.


    All the players who have no idea at all look at Mo Yi who has been standing at the end of the team in silence since just now, and all the people''s eyes for help have been cast on him.


    After the end of the dance last week, Mo Yi was basically cleared of the suspicion that Mo Yi was an undercover copy. After all, those real marble figures who were mixed into the players showed their true faces when they danced. However, due to the trend of criticizing and suspecting Mo Yi at that time, and exposed their most vicious face under the catalysis of the dangerous environment of the replica Mo Yi really makes too stiff, no one can have the courage to pull down the face to apologize to him.


    Now after such a long time of getting along with each other in the dungeon, even the players who have no eyesight can almost feel it vaguely. Mo Yi is afraid that he is the most experienced and powerful player in the whole copy, and is also the most elusive. In addition, the boy friend who has always been inseparable from him and has a terrible and unfathomable aura, if not for the atmosphere of the last time Is really provoked up, is no player has the courage to touch their two mildews.


    No one knows how far Mo Yi has mastered this copy, but according to his appearance that he has almost disappeared before, he may have got more clues than other players in the whole copy.


    So now, in a daze, all players are looking to Mo Yi, who seems to have the most information.


    Mo Yi seemed to feel the real sight of the people. He raised his head at a loss. However, he was startled by the ardent eyes cast by countless pairs of eyes and moved backward involuntarily -


    what happened?


    Is he going to carry the pot again?


    Players, look at me and I look at you. After a long silence, someone finally summoned up the courage to speak: "that Mo, Mo Yi, it''s our fault about the previous things. I misunderstood you. I hope you don''t take it seriously. We''ve been carried away. I''m really sorry... "


    Seeing that someone finally apologized, other players seemed to be able to let go, and they all agreed with:


    "yes, yes, I''m really sorry." "It''s not easy for us to misunderstand you"


    Mo Yi looks at other players'' more and more enthusiastic attitude, and frowns a little unaccustomed. He opens his mouth. Although his voice is not loud, he somehow suppresses everyone''s voice:


    "so, what do you want to do?"


    The noise of the crowd was quiet for a while. One of the players broke the peace in the room and said, "ah The main thing is that the situation is so complicated now. What do you think we should do now? "


    Under Mo Yi''s quiet gaze, the player does not open his eyes in a certain uneasiness. He does not dare to look at him. Mo Yi sneers at him in the bottom of his heart and withdraws his sight. Basically, he understands the current situation. They are desperate. He said faintly:


    "no one can expect the rule change of the copy now, and I don''t have any good suggestions."


    "I can only say..." Mo Yi looked around a circle of players with different faces and colors, and said softly and plainly, "don''t act rashly and act according to circumstances."


    Although he is not ready to share the clues he has found, his advice is also sincere. Now the situation of the whole copy is changing towards the complicated direction. Now the best way is to calm down and observe carefully, and the best choice is to use static braking.


    Mo Yi seemed to think of something, suddenly said: "by the way, if you really want to listen to my advice, then don''t eat the food provided by this copy."


    After that, he didn''t go to see the faces of the people who were listening to their own words. Instead, he and Wen Chen turned around and walked out of the room. The other players were silent. No one dared to stop them. He could only watch them leave the room, and their thin and tall figures were slowly swallowed up by the darkness in the corridor.


    There was a dead silence in my ears.


    Mo Yi walked slowly along the corridor, his dark eyes staring at a point in the void, as if he was thinking about something.


    No matter how the whole copy is changed, the purpose is to kill the player and draw the paint. In fact, he just started temporarily. The way he came up with is: since he didn''t take the red pigment last time, he made the copy abandon himself as the target. Now if the players don''t eat The most important link is missing from the loop that kills the player and gets the paint.


    And no paint means no painting. Can this cycle be completed?


    Mo Yi can''t help but be curious.In the afternoon, when he was looking for the shadow of his body, he suddenly looked for the shadow of his body The narrow corridor was surrounded by hard servants.


    It was as if all the servants in the house had gathered here.


    The housekeeper looked at Mo Yi with his dark and empty eyes, and said slowly:


    "the master wants to see you." 161


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