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date="2021-01-01"

title="Chapter 58 "

weight="114156"

series = ["Congratulations on Your Successful Escape"]

mode = "manual"

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"Congratulations on your successful escape" source:

Chapter 58

With Yu Ran's skillful comfort, the other players quickly dispersed, looking for clues separately.

Mo Yi Station did not move on the spot, staring at the corpses of the two players on the floor with some complicated eyes.

Their bodies were twisted strangely, curled up on the floor as if they were suffering from extreme pain, their hideous faces had turned black, and their exposed skin was covered by this disgusting black, and the thin bloodshots slowly Flowing out along the seven orifices.

The black face of the corpse was slowly shrinking, but it was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood flowing from the lips, eyes and nose followed the curve of the face and dripped onto the dirty wooden floor, trickling into the cracks on the floor, and then being sucked clean by a drip.

Mo Yi subconsciously pressed his lips together, and the lip color that was not plump became lighter at this moment, even a little pale due to the force.

He finally took a deep look at the body on the ground, then turned and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the dense and inexhaustible dark sky flashed with cold, emotionless blue numbers, changing the last number as if not interfered by any external factors.

4:47:08

Mo Yi stared into the air, and the small blue numbers seemed to be reflected in the dark pupils, and the emotions inside were not bottoming.

It has been more than two hours since entering the copy.

During this time, a total of five nursery rhymes appeared-and among these five nursery rhymes, three were sung directly to them by this copy.

The twisted man outside the house hummed "crooked-man", the "three-blind-mice" in the intermittent music box, and the "ring-a-ring-o'roses" which was sung in a childlike voice just now on the stairs. ". "

Every time this nursery rhyme sounds, it will take away several lives.

The nursery rhymes sound exactly once an hour.

Mo Yi's eyes sank slightly.

Then contact the "seven days" in the game prompt, and the connection with the duration of the game is naturally self-evident.

One nursery rhyme an hour, one nursery rhyme, one murder.

If he guessed correctly, then there shouldn't be any 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 up to the second floor, the pitch-dark stairway stood crookedly in the middle of the hall, extending upward into the darkness.

His eyes flashed, a trace of determination passed between his eyes, and he walked slowly towards the stairs.

At this moment, Mo Yi felt that his cuff was pulled by a gentle force.

He was taken aback for a moment, then turned his eyes to the place where the strength came from.

saw Yu Ran standing beside him speechlessly, seeming not to know how to speak, but looking at him silently.

Mo Yi's expression remained unchanged: "You should have figured out the relationship between nursery rhymes and time."

Yu Ran's eyes were a bit complicated, and he made a low "um".

Mo Yi smiled: "If this is the case, you don't have to worry about it."

Yu Ran glanced at him hesitantly, sighed deeply, and finally got a little looser, saying:

"Then...then be careful."

Mo Yi gave a slight smile, and after a brief thank you, turned around and stepped up the stairs without stopping.

The straight and thin back was slowly swallowed by darkness, blocking the unexplained sight projected from behind.

The uneven wooden staircase under his feet "creaked" with his steps, and appeared dull and harsh in the cold and dark staircase.

There is a dense almost solid darkness in front of and around him. Both the road in front of him and the handrails around him are shrouded in a vague and ugly outline under the light of the flashlight.

The cold breath penetrated the thin shirt without hindrance, invaded the texture, and stimulated the sensitive peripheral nerves, causing the skin behind Mo Yi's neck to involuntarily form a layer of goose bumps.

At this moment, a low foggy sound came from around, and the cold and deep tone almost caused a faint vibration in the air:

"She seems to care about you."

Mo Yi didn't expect that he would speak suddenly, he couldn't help but froze slightly.

He turned his head and looked at the silhouette of his side face blurred by the darkness, thinking that at this moment other people would not hear their conversation, so he directly said:

"She...?" Mo Yiro paused thoughtfully, then continued flatly:

"It can only be said that there is a little more unshakable kindness than others."

He squinted his eyes and watched the flashlight cast a twisted circle of light on the stairs in front of him.

Reflected in his dark eyes, a shallow light gleamed in the darkness.

He chuckled softly, and said casually, with a coldness that he had never noticed:

"Most of the remaining players are senior players. Who wouldn't see the obvious connection between time and nursery rhymes-they just didn't have the guts to come up.

Think with your toes and know that the darkness above the stairs is bound to be perilous, and there is a danger of death if you are not careful. Coupled with the nursery rhyme at the top of the stairs just now, the instinctive fear of danger, the unknown and the darkness makes them dare not much There are actions.

After all... the connection here is just a guess.

No matter how reasonable it is, it is also a conjecture.

——No one is crazy enough to use his life to bet whether this conjecture is correct.

The longer the player lives, the more hesitate his life.

Therefore, they are waiting for a volunteer who volunteers.

Mo Yi's actions were something they were happy to see. No matter whether he was alive or dead, it was helpful to them. It was a profitable business without any harm.

And Yu Ran...just not so hard-hearted, that's why he stepped forward and wanted to stop his near-death behavior.

Mo Yirong's expression was faint, and he continued to walk up the stairs, with almost inhuman indifference and reason in his pitch-black eyes.

Fog turned his head slightly and stared at Mo Yi's profile, with unidentified emotions precipitating in his light gray pupils.

He gave a low chuckle and stopped talking.

After a short while, Mo Yi finally stepped onto the last step.

The dust raised from the soles of the shoes will appear under the light of the flashlight, slowly floating up and down, and everything else is shrouded in thick darkness, everything seems to be swallowed in as deep as possible, even the light of the flashlight Can not penetrate either.

The stale wood structure has a moldy smell, mixed with the smell of dust and a faint bloody smell, which makes it particularly choking.

Mo Yi restrained the urge to rub his nose and raised the flashlight to light the way forward. When he was about to go forward, his steps suddenly stopped.

An emotional entanglement suddenly flashed across the face that was so cold that there was almost no emotion just now.

"That one……"

Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then said hesitantly:

"Can you let go of my hand now?"

Still serious on the misty face: "...I am worried that you are afraid."

Mo Yi: "..."

? ? ?

Seeing that the prevarication was not over, a trace of obvious pity was drawn across the misty face, and he had to slowly loosen the fingers that were stained with the other's body temperature, and the action deliberately pulled long and hesitated, and the intertwined fingers separated into two hands.

Finally, after tangling Mo Yi's slender and well-proportioned knuckles without a trace, Mist let go of his hand with a righteous expression.

Mo Yi was a little confused: don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the other party... seemed to like physical contact with him?

He glanced at his side subconsciously, and his gaze glided across the misty side of his face with no mood swings, like a feather that flew away.

——Probably an illusion.

Mo Yi thought indifferently.

But... he wasn't very repulsive either.

He stepped forward, and there was a touch that was different from that on the stairs. It seemed soft and soft like a carpet, absorbing all the sound of footsteps, only the muffled sound could be heard echoing upstairs.

Mo Yi cautiously slowed down and walked forward slowly.

At this moment, he suddenly bumped into something hard under his feet, which made a harsh metallic sound, which appeared exceptionally loud in the narrow and long dark space, which almost made my heart tighten.

Mo Yi couldn't help being taken aback.

He took a step back abruptly, his wrist pressed down, and the flashlight's light shone under his feet.

I saw a music box steadily placed on my only way, and the mottled and peeling metal shell glowed with a faint cold light under the light, which seemed to be old.

Because of being kicked, he was falling to the ground on its side, and the box was half open with a narrow gap.

Mo Yi paused, bent down, and picked up the music box carefully.

It was very heavy, pressed heavily in the palm of his hand, and the cold touch passed along the metal shell, giving people 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-out, and squalid mice were once again imprinted in his retina extremely vividly, together with the strong smell of blood on them, together with the harsh and sharp screams, once again It appeared in his memory.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, ignoring the discomfort in his heart, and reached out and opened its lid.

To his surprise, the inside of this music box is different from its exquisite appearance.

The faded velvet cushions surrounded two little people, one was a little girl in a long skirt, the other was a little boy in shorts, and two little people who seemed to be made of ceramics were holding hands. There was a smile left.

Although the remaining golden paint on the little girl's head still shimmered quietly, her hands and arms were basically broken, and she stood on the velvet cushion with difficulty. The little boy also had varying degrees of wear and tear.

Mo Yi turned the box to the side, rubbed his fingers on the cold metal surface of the music box, and touched a protruding handle.

——It seems that its clockwork has loosened, and it should not be able to make a sound for a while.

He breathed a sigh of relief without a trace, then turned the box back to the front and looked at it again.

I saw a small broken mirror inlaid on the inside of the lid of the music box.

Spider-web-like lines are all over the dust-stained mirror surface, looking particularly miserable.

And under the mirror, there seems to be a line of squiggles written in gilded handwriting. Due to the age, it has been blurred and it is almost impossible to see what is written on it.

Mo Yi frowned, squinted his eyes and moved closer, carefully identifying the content on it.

The shattered mirror in front of him reflected his close face.

At this moment, Mo Yi's Yu Guang glanced at...

Not far behind him, a vague figure stood.