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Chapter 22 Chapter 22
"Congratulations on your successful escape" source:
Chapter 22
Mo Yi's brows slowly frowned, and his fingers tightened unconsciously, leaving a shallow mark on the rough surface of the note.
FIND ME?
He remembered the prompt given at the beginning of the game:
"Good boy, good boy, can come to play games."
Does this game refer to hide and seek? If so, who would he find? What does it mean if he wins?
Then... what if he loses?
There were countless mysteries gathered in Mo Yi's brain, and he couldn't understand how he thought about it.
He raised his head to look at Xiang Song Qi, and he wanted to say something.
But it slammed into the other person's eyes looking at him. The light-colored eyes appeared extremely focused in the half-bright light, and the thin pupils were like snake pupils, almost astonishing.
Mo Yixin's bottom suddenly burst, and a creepy sense of crisis spread from his back.
He looked at it again, but only saw Song Qi squat down beside him with a normal face, and looked at the note in his hand:
"What? What did you find?"
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his thick black eyelashes drooped, covering the emotions in his eyes.
He passed the note in his hand to Song Qi. As he took the note and looked at it carefully, Mo Yizhuang said casually:
"By the way, how did you recognize me in the first place?"
Song Qi replied: "Jiang Yuan Rou told me that she said you are the best looking person in that crowd."
Mo Yi: "..." This sounds like Jiang Yuanrou's style.
"But she also told me your specific appearance." Song Qi raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Otherwise, I won't be able to recognize you at a glance."
Mo Yi frowned and asked the question that hadn't been answered in the hall just now:
"However, Jiang Yuan Rou said that he didn't inform me of the secret sign when I met you. I thought you would not come."
Hearing this sentence, Song Qi raised his head to look at him, squinted his eyes, and slowly said, "I will come."
Mo Yi was taken aback: ...Huh? Why are these words boring?
The next second, Song Qi lowered his head again, explaining as if there was nothing wrong:
"I temporarily took a list with new players. When the copy came out, you were already in the game, so I didn't have time to contact you."
Jiang Yuan Rou did say that there will be a standby time before the dungeon is opened, and as long as you use the props during this time, you can still enter the same dungeon.
It can be explained.
What's more, this Song Qi also knew Jiang Yuanrou's name as well—you know, she didn't leak her identity.
Mo Yi pursed his lips and continued to ask:
"Speaking of which, you just told the two girls that you are a newcomer, what about the things you brought?"
Song Qi's expression remained unchanged, and he explained, "It's just a simple prop, redeemed by the game store."
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the shape of a backpack appeared beside him. When he let go, the edge of the backpack was hidden in the air again.
Mo Yi nodded, the suspicion hidden in his eyes finally faded a little.
He took the note he handed over from Song Qi, reached out his hand to support the railing on the side, and stood up.
Suddenly, at this moment, Mo Yi's movements stopped.
His eyes fell on the sign hanging by the bed.
The sign is very old, covered with dust and dirt, but the handwriting can still be seen vaguely.
It was written in beautiful swashes: Iris Municipal Orphanage.
After these few English words, two standard Chinese characters-"Mo Yi" abruptly followed.
It turned out to be your own name?
Mo Yi's back felt cold, and he hurriedly occupied him, walked quickly to the other beds, and checked the name tags on them.
"Daniel", "Tommy", "John"...
Except for the bed where he woke up, the signs hanging in front of the other beds were all ordinary English names, which should be the names of every orphan lying on those beds.
Mo Yi's heart was in a mess. He stood in front of the bed at the end, turning his head to look at the bed where he woke up——
Under the dim light, the dusty room was quiet and scary. The narrow bed was half-hidden in the darkness in the corner, looking lonely and strange, as if waiting for something quietly.
An idea flashed in Mo Yi's mind:
This way of signing is like... he is a member of this orphanage.
Suddenly, there was a fierce noise outside the door, pulling Mo Yi out of his immersed thoughts, he was in a daze, and his eyes instantly regained clarity.
Mo Yi turned his head and said to Song Qi who was standing by: "Go and see."
Soon after, he took the lead to go out, Song Qi looked at his back, paused, and followed him out.
As soon as arrived at the entrance of the hall, before entered, heard a sharp scream like a fingernail scratching glass:
"--what!!!"
Mo Yi's steps stopped insignificantly, resisting the urge to reach out and rub the ears of his sore ears, then stepped away from his long legs, speeded up his pace and walked in.
As soon as he entered the hall, he saw a dead body hanging on the beam near the gate.
It was a man hanging stiffly in the air, his black face was swollen and bloodshot, and he stared straight in Mo Yi's direction, his turbid eyes protruding, his face distorted in horror, as if he had seen it before he died. Something terrible in general.
Everyone around was pale, and one of the women sat on the ground with limp legs, shivering and not daring to raise her head, her face was full of tears-obviously, she was the source of the scream.
At this moment, Zhao Yicheng walked out from behind the crowd, raised his voice, and calmly said, "Don’t panic, now the most important question is, it’s best to find out why this gentleman died in order to avoid becoming the next victim. !"
Another female senior person also stood up and supported his point:
"Yes, that's right, this game will never randomly select people to kill. He must have done something to make this happen. As long as we find the cause and try to avoid it, we can minimize casualties."
Although there was hesitation and panic in everyone's eyes, the mood was a little calmer than before.
The air was full of damp and cold breath, mixed with the smell of shallow fear.
Everyone's emotions were very depressed. After all, less than an hour after the game started, one out of ten people had died, and everyone still had no idea how to escape.
Mo Yi frowned, stepped forward thoughtfully, and closely observed the corpse in front of him.
Obviously, this man had just died, and there was still warmth on the body, which made his lifeless face look extremely uncoordinated. His tarnished eyes were bloodshot, staring at the void turbidly, and the twisted facial features made almost everyone. All feel physically unwell.
Although he was hung from the beam of the room, his face was not bluish due to suffocation, and his tongue did not stick out of his mouth due to the tightening of his neck.
Mo Yi's brows became tighter and tighter, and the questions in his heart were almost ready to come out. His mind was as fast as electricity. The next second, he stretched his hand over the chair beside him and stepped on it.
The fingers went around the corpse's shoulders neatly and touched the back of his neck.
The few people on the side who saw what the person was doing seemed to be stunned by his boldness, and couldn't help taking a breath, stopping to look at him dumbfounded.
Mo Yi's eyebrows were condensed and his fingers twisted. The remaining warm skin of the corpse was still soft and elastic, and could be clearly felt. Under the flesh, the strange shape and movement of the bones of the neck.
Sure enough, the neck bone of the corpse was broken, and it was broken very cleanly.
Mo Yi jumped off the chair, still immersed in his thoughts.
He absently raised his head to look at the corpse hanging in the air and pondered thoughtfully.
Rupture of the neck bone rarely occurs in a hanged person, but more like... hanging.
The prisoner suddenly fell from the gallows and pulled off the victim's cervical vertebrae by gravity.
...The gallows?
Mo Yi blinked, and subconsciously touched the note in his pocket.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand to unfold the note and held it up to his eyes.
The crooked gallows on the note and the corpse hanging in front of it overlapped inexplicably--
At this moment, something strange happened.
The crayon drawing made a small figure hanging out of thin air under the gallows, and a few childish characters appeared on the note.
Bright red and glaring like fresh blood:
"MY TURN". [It's my turn]