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Chapter 57
"Congratulations on your successful escape" source:
Chapter Fifty Seven
Mo Yi was taken aback, and subconsciously took a few steps forward.
The mask stayed quietly by the bed, a thick layer of dust fell on it, and the dark glass eye mask was also stained with dust and foggy color, and the silver-white beak was bent and stretched, hanging on the edge of the cabinet. .
Seeing that his eyes were wrong, Yu Ran followed his gaze, his expression became serious:
"What? Is there any problem with this face?"
Mo Yi's gaze remained tightly locked on the mask, he pursed his lips, and replied:
"In the Middle Ages, the Black Death spread. In order to prevent infection, doctors of that era would put on strict black linen gowns and masks like this."
——The Black Death, the plague, the ghost that once hovered over the European continent, took away nearly one third of the European continent with death and terror.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, and a deep shadow was printed under his pale cheeks.
He paused, and continued:
"I'm thinking...the previous mouse will have anything to do with this."
Yu Ran's face also became serious, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at the mask deeply.
Mo Yi didn't say anything any more, but just took a few steps forward, when he was about to get closer to watch——
A low humming came from outside the door.
It is different from the intermittent nursery rhymes hummed like the music box last time. This time the sound is soft and soft, as if it were sung by a real child.
The immature child's voice hummed an unknown tune, which seemed extraordinarily weird in the room.
But for some reason, this voice sounded...it seemed a little dull, it was extremely difficult to recognize the lyrics of the song.
All players involuntarily stopped their actions.
They looked at each other, and they all saw the same panic and distortion from each other's faces.
The cold inside the house invaded the texture along with the lowly humming of the children, climbing up along the bones and skin, arousing deep chills and fear.
Mo Yi's complexion became paler, and his darker black eyes were extremely bright, as if they were stained with a compelling look.
Regardless of the low voice from behind Yu Ran, he turned around, step by step, slowly walking towards the place where the sound originated.
The closer to the sound source, the clearer the humming.
Mo Yi walked out of the room and entered the hall. The sounds of nursery rhymes were swirling, and the twisted and uneven structure of the house became more and more weird in his vision.
He noticed that besides himself, many players were also in the lobby.
Mo Yiping took his breath and continued to walk a few steps forward.
He caught a few words in the humming—"...rose...pocketful-of...ashes"
Mo Yi was taken aback, a thought flashed through his mind, he took a few steps forward again a little hastily, and looked around in the hall.
——This time, he found the source of the sound.
The second floor.
Mo Yi raised his head and looked at the crooked narrow staircase, saw the oddly shaped uneven steps projecting into the darkness of the second floor one by one, without a trace of light.
The darkness above the stairs is condensed like an entity, surging with an unknown and dangerous aura.
A chill rushed into Mo Yi's heart, and the scene that had just been seen outside the room reappeared uncontrollably before his eyes.
The pale and fuzzy face seemed to be waiting at the moment in the darkness at the end of the stairs, looking at him quietly.
The voice of the nursery rhyme came more clearly:
"...Ashes, ashes, we-all-fall-down..."
Mo Yi's breathing became rapid, and the impact of blood flow seemed to sound in his ears, his head buzzing.
An impulse from nowhere dominated his behavior for a while, Mo Yi turned on the flashlight and shone it into the thick, inevitable darkness at the end of the stairs.
On the stairs, a figure stood quietly in the dark, with a straight cloak wrapped around its whole body, making it difficult to see the whole picture.
It stopped humming.
The imaginary silence instantly enveloped the entire room, and the quiet seemed to be able to hear their violent heartbeats.
Its head suddenly rolled down without warning!
As the head fell, the cloak on his body seemed to have lost its support, and Weaken fell to the ground.
——It is empty inside.
The head grunted down the steps of the stairs, swelling on the hard ground with a metallic clang.
Mo Yi quickly avoided with his eyes and hands.
He recognized that it was not a head that rolled down.
...But exactly the same as in that room, the beak mask.
The silver-white bird's beak is curved and slender, and there is nothing foggy in the dark blindfold, which looks strange and terrifying.
The mask rolled down the floor to the center of the hall, and then slowly stopped.
It was too late to say that it was fast, and at the moment it stopped, a lot of mice burst out of the mask!
A swarm of rats rushed to the rest of the room. The alarm bell in Mo Yi's heart rang, and he shouted, "Be careful!"
But it was too late.
The two players couldn't dodge, and the rapidly spreading mouse climbed onto the body, and then took a bite on the shoulder.
They yelled in pain, and before they had time to pull the mouse away from them, they turned into dust and dissipated.
The rest of the rats hid in the dark corners of the house one after another, but disappeared within a few seconds.
Silence returned to the room.
A few players wanted to get together to check the status of the two people, and Mo Yi shouted sharply: "Don't go there!"
They were shocked, and they couldn't help but stop.
The two bitten players looked unhappy and were about to argue with Mo Yi. In the next second, their complexions turned pale, their faces were stained with a trace of low-temperature flushing, and they staggered a few times in a daze.
Immediately afterwards, they screamed in pain: "Ah, what's going on! It hurts! It's hot!"
The two of them twitched and rolled on the ground, as if this could relieve the pain. Everyone watched their faces and hands, as well as all exposed skin, spreading circles of red at a speed visible to the naked eye. The rash and erythema then quickly condense into a dark red scab, which looks shocking on the pale skin.
Vomit was all over their bodies, and the foul smell spread.
They gasped hard, making a bellows-like chirp like suffocation--then twitched twice and stopped moving.
The epidemic came so fiercely that within three minutes, the infected person experienced all the symptoms of the Black Death within five days of infection-and then ruthlessly put them to death.
The suffocating silence spread among the crowd.
Everyone stared at the two unrecognizable corpses on the ground in shock, their throats as if they were stuffed with cotton wool, and no sound came out.
Mo Yi pressed his lips tightly, his fingers slowly tightened, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.
"The full text of the nursery rhyme just sung is:
ring-a-ring, o-rose, A-pocketful-of-poises,
Ashes, Ashes, we-all-fall-down. "
[Make a rose garland, flowers are full of pockets, ashes, ashes, we are all down]
Mo Yi took a deep breath and continued:
"This nursery rhyme is said to have originated from the Great Plague of London. The rosette refers to the initial symptoms of the Black Death, namely rash and erythema, and the ashes refer to the ashes of the burning corpse."
When everyone heard the words, their faces were earthy, and some even closed their eyes subconsciously and couldn't bear to look closely.
The atmosphere in the air is heavy and almost suffocating.
One of the players jumped out. His sweat-soaked face was pale and distorted, and his bloodshot eyes flashed with a crazy look. He pointed at Mo Yi with trembling fingers, spattering stars in his mouth:
"It's all you! It's all you! If it weren't for you to turn on the flashlight! Those two would never die!"
He giggled nervously: "And how do you know this so clearly! It must be a plot!"
Mo Yi frowned blankly, too lazy to refute.
The mist that had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke:
"There is a bad thing about showing up in this state, at least there is no way to deal with this kind of person."
Mo Yi was taken aback, and recalled his similar situation in the last dungeon. The difference is that the man next to him broke the other's arm this time...
He suddenly wanted to laugh.
But because the situation in front of him was really not suitable for laughter, Mo Yi had to pursed his lips, suppressed the smile in his eyes, and tried to maintain his expressionless cold look.
He opened his mouth and was about to say something.
But the next second Mo Yi suddenly remembered that only he could see the other party, the words in his mouth could not help but subconsciously turned a corner, and he swallowed it back abruptly.
Since he couldn't speak, Mo Yi had to concealedly stretched out his hand and squeezed the cold fingers of the other party hanging on his side.
Sending the message with gentle force-it's okay, he doesn't care.
The whole body of mist froze.
At this moment, Mo Yizheng was about to withdraw his hand. After he noticed it, he quickly stretched out his hand and clasped Mo Yi's fingers tightly——
Mo Yi was taken aback, somewhat inexplicable.
……what? What is this for?
Isn't his meaning not clear enough?
But at this time, it’s too much action to break free, plus others can’t see it... just hold it if you want.
Anyway, there will be no less meat.
Mo Yi relaxed the muscles of his hands and let the mist clasp his fingers tightly.
The player spit and talked for a long time, and when he looked up, he found that Mo Yi was still wandering in the sky, and he didn't seem to put him in his eyes at all, and he couldn't help but get angry for a while.
He rushed forward, fingers clenched into a fist, ready to swing down.
——Suddenly, a feeling of extreme cold and extreme cold suddenly struck without warning, encroaching on all his senses, as if standing naked on the ice and snow, and as if sinking deep into the bottom of the ocean, suffocating and frightened.
As if being stared at by some giant beast.
A cold and deep sense of danger enveloped him, making his hair stand up, his teeth fighting, and his raised fists couldn't help but stop in the air, unable to move.
The others around the body didn't notice it.
Seeing his movements become more and more extraordinary, Yu Ran frowned without a trace, stepped forward, and stood between Mo Yi and the player.
She said:
"According to the urinary nature of the copy, even without Mo Yi, the mask will roll off. If you want to live longer, you have to learn to be less jealous and jealous."
The feeling of cold and danger came and went quickly, and disappeared without a trace after Yu Ran finished speaking.
Almost all of the clothes on the player were soaked in cold sweat, and the lost sanity eroded by anger returned to the basket.
Even if Yu Ran was ridiculed with a gun and a stick, he didn't dare to refute, but he retracted his hand dingyly, then muttered a few curses and returned to his previous position.
Wu stared at him coldly, his dark gray eyes were glowing with inorganic colors, and the cold side lines were tight.
He retracted his gaze and dropped his eyes coldly.
Immediately afterwards, he carefully adjusted the movements of his fingers, before Mo Yi didn't pay attention, and changed his fingers to buckle.
Wu took a peek at Mo Yi and saw that he had no response, then quickly turned his gaze to look straight ahead.
The thin lips restrained a slight curve.