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Chapter 24 Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty Four
Mo Yi tightened his lips, his complexion a little cold:
"If I heard correctly, this should be the dining bell of the orphanage."
He turned his head to look at the crowd and asked, "Do any of you know where the restaurant is here?"
The woman who collapsed when she saw the corpse just shrank, and then said weakly, "...I, I saw it just now, it's at the end of the corridor over there."
Mo Yi nodded, turned and walked in the direction pointed by the woman.
Perhaps because of his reassuring composure, everyone hesitated, but they still followed behind him.
The corridor went deeper and deeper, the flashing wall lights were dizzy, and the narrow walls were pressed tightly from both sides, almost suffocating.
At the end of the corridor, a little light flashed, illuminating a small area at the front of the corridor.
There were two shadowy figures standing there, seeming to say something.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes and walked closer.
The faces of the two people gradually became clear: it was Zhao Yicheng and the senior female who had spoken before.
They seemed to be arguing about something in a low voice. The expressions on their faces looked very unpleasant. Seeing someone coming, they stopped the conversation and looked at the leading Mo Yi together.
After listening to Mo Yi's explanation of the causes and consequences, Zhao Yicheng nodded in agreement:
"Yes, we also found the same note in the waking room."
The senior woman also gave a low "um", and took out the note with the gallows from her pocket.
Mo Yiro lowered his eyes thoughtfully, suddenly changed the conversation, pointed at the restaurant behind them, and asked, "By the way, did you go in?"
Zhao Yicheng's complexion was hard to look at for an instant, he turned his side and motioned Mo Yi to look inward.
Mo Yi took a step forward with some doubts and looked into the restaurant.
The inside is not very open, the light is slightly brighter than in the corridor, the crooked walls and greasy stains on it look very shabby, there are several low long tables and benches in the room, this should be the place where the orphans eat together. Up.
Although it looks simple, there is nothing wrong with it.
But don't know why, there is always a sense of violation in Mo Yixin that don't know where it comes from.
He moved his gaze to the opposite wall, and he was stunned.
There is a rough stick figure drawn there, not big, but it is drawn right in the middle of the wall, which is very eye-catching.
It was a hanging villain.
It just happened to be able to complement the gallows on the paper into a complete picture.
Zhao Yicheng's low voice came from beside him: "The newcomer hanging outside, the last time others saw him alive, he was just about to enter this room."
A chill rushed to everyone's backs instantly.
The dilapidated and humble restaurant looked even more gloomy at the moment, as if there was some terrible monster lurking inside, waiting for the opportunity to kill the horn.
Several people couldn't help but stepped back a few steps, wishing to be as far away from this restaurant as possible.
Mo Yi's eyes sank.
He thought carefully for a few seconds, his sharp eyes patrolling the dining room.
Suddenly, his gaze stayed somewhere in the restaurant for a moment, and the look on 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, and saw a basket of black bread and clean water suddenly placed on it.
Zhao Yicheng looked in the direction he was pointing, couldn't help but froze, and then realized it instantly.
The others still looked puzzled and looked at Mo Yi puzzled.
Zhao Yicheng explained: "Any copy that takes place in this kind of enclosed space and lasts more than 24 hours, the game will prepare food and drinking water that can sustain the player's life, and generally speaking, the time and place for eating are generally safe."
Mo Yi added: "The ringtone just now should remind us of the beginning of meal time."
Everyone relaxed a little now and walked in one by one.
The air is filled with the smell of dust, the temperature is much lower than in the corridor, and the moisture of the gloomy dense forest almost invades the texture.
The ceiling in the restaurant is very low, with traces of mold and rust on it, and the surrounding walls are covered with oil stains and stains.
Everyone carried their hearts to the dining table. Everyone took some brown bread, poured a glass of clear water in a cup set aside, and then sat in twos and threes in front of the low bench, preparing to eat.
Mo Yi curled up his long legs somewhat unaccustomed to sitting on this chair that was too low for his height.
He lowered his eyes and took a bite of the brown bread in his hand. The cheap and shriveled bread had a rough texture and hurt his throat. It was dry and hard like chewing grit.
Everyone looked awkward, slowly chewing the bread in their mouths tastelessly.
Someone raised the cup and wanted to rinse the bread in his mouth with water, but his face changed as soon as the water was in. The water had a very strange greasy taste, and it tasted like dirty water that had been aged for several months. It was almost half rotten, and it was disgusting.
Mo Yi lowered his head in a daze, seemingly unaware of the inferiority of the food, his face remained unchanged, and he ate the bread one after another.
At this moment, a hand reached his eyes.
The five fingers are slender and white, with well-proportioned joints, beautiful like a work of art, with a chocolate bar lying in the palm.
Mo Yi was taken aback and looked up.
saw Song Qizheng resting his chin on one hand and looking straight ahead, as if he hadn't passed this chocolate bar.
Mo Yi blinked, lowered his voice, and said in a deep voice:
"You eat it, I'm fine."
What he was telling was the truth. He really didn’t mind how delicious his food was. For Mo Yi, it was enough for the food to sustain the normal existence of life, and the taste was delicious or not delicious, but It's worthless packaging outside the food.
Song Qi glanced at him quickly, and then immediately withdrew his eyes, his lips pressed like a straight line:
"I don't like sweets."
Mo Yi: "...?????"
Then why are you still getting a chocolate bar into the copy?
However, since everything was said to be worthwhile, Mo Yi couldn't refuse any more, so he reached out and took the fully packaged chocolate bar from Song Qi's palm.
Cold fingertips rubbed his palm unconsciously.
Song Qi's palm trembled, and he moved his right hand back extremely quickly, and squeezed it under the table, his face still calm.
Mo Yi didn't notice Song Qi's small movements at all. His slender fingers pulled open the wrapping paper of the chocolate bar lightly and dexterously, and then stuffed it into his mouth before others noticed it.
The mellow chocolate outer layer melts in the mouth, mixed with a light wheat aroma, with the unique bitter taste of chocolate, the grainy nuts roll between the teeth, warm and melted, from the tip of the tongue to the deep throat.
Mo Yi's eyes squinted subconsciously, his eyelashes trembled, and his eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his face.
He smiled, raised his eyes to look at Song Qi, lowered his voice and said, "Thank you, it's delicious."