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Chapter 6 Chapter 6
The circular light from the flashlight swayed in the corridor, looking ghostly in the heavy darkness.
Even the sound of footsteps hit the empty promenade, even if the light in the classroom next to it was bright, it still couldn't stop its maliciousness seeping from its bones.
Mo Yi kept walking, stepping into the unlit area, sweating on the palm of his flashlight, but unexpectedly calm.
There was a "sizzle" sound from the light tube behind him.
Mo Yi stopped suddenly.
Jiang Yuanbai, who was walking behind him, almost ran into his back, as if afraid of disturbing something, he courageously asked in a low voice: "...what's the matter?"
Mo Yi shook the flashlight and motioned him to come and take a look.
Jiang Yuan Bai moved his head from behind him step by step, looked at the flashlight, and was also stunned.
The corridor in front of me was unremarkable, except for the lack of light, almost exactly the same as the other end of the corridor.
There is no high energy as imagined!
He scratched his head in a daze, walked forward, and covered his palm on the wall at the end of the corridor. The damp and cold touch spread along the skin. Jiang Yuan Bai was a little confused and whispered: "...no It should."
Did they understand something wrong?
At this moment, only hearing the loud noise of broken glass coming from behind, Jiang Yuan Bai was shocked all over. Before he turned his head, he only heard Mo Yi's voice in his ears: "Step aside."
Jiang Yuan Bai stepped aside subconsciously.
A gust of wind blew him, only See Mo Yi holding a fire axe in his hand, slammed into the wall in a forward-looking posture. After smashing twice, the axe's blade fell deep with a "clang" In the wall, and then pulled down, the sound of cracking earth and rock sounded.
From the angle where Jiang Yuan Bai stood, one could just see the metal reflection of the iron gate behind the masonry.
"My God, how do you think..." He turned around in amazement and looked at Mo Yi, but the rest of the words got stuck in his throat.
Only See Mo Yi leaned on the wall half-deadly, holding an axe in one hand, bending over and panting, as if the movement just consumed all his physical strength.
β¦β¦puff.
Jiang Yuan wasted the boss's strength to keep himself from laughing.
He coughed a few times, reached out his hand to take the axe in Mo Yi's hand, and suppressed the smile in his voice: "Ah, why don't you let me come next."
Mo Yika nodded weakly with her waist.
Jiang Yuan Bai took the axe and smashed it along the place where Mo Yi had just started. The bricks under his hand were rather weak, and seemed to be newly built. After a short while, they were broken open in a large area. "Brother Mo, you really have to work out."
Mo Yi: "...you can smash your wall."
If he can go out this time, he must apply for an annual fitness card.
Jiang Yuan Bai made rapid progress, and within a few minutes he had already broken a gap in the wall that could accommodate two people. He tried to reach out and push the door. There was almost no resistance. The iron door opened quietly in the dark, revealing a black hole entrance.
Mo Yi was also slowing down at the moment. He turned on the flashlight, Chong Jiang Yuan nodded, and the two walked in together.
The cold and humid breath rushed over his face, choking Mo Yi couldn't help coughing, the smell was strong as if it had condensed months of plum rain in a room-the smell in the entire corridor seemed to emanate from here Out.
The flashlight's light flickered.
Mo Yi's eyes patted the room, and he couldn't help showing a hint of surprise.
In a small room, there are several dusty shelves lined up, on which the old yellowed paper sheets are piled up into a mountain, and the smell of rotten paper emanates from it, making it almost impossible to breathe.
It looks like it should be an abandoned archive room.
Then why should it be sealed? And still use the extreme method of laying in the wall?
Mo Yi carefully took a few steps deeper, and his shoes raised a cloud of dust that had accumulated for a long time. He turned his head and said to Jiang Yuanbai: "We will split up. Go there and see if there is any useful information. The speed must be fast. We are running out of time."
Jiang Yuan Bai obviously thought of the 45-minute time limit, and nodded solemnly, digging out the flashlight from his bag and walking to the other end of the archive room.
Mo Yi walked in the opposite direction. Walking and looking for the files on the bookshelf.
Perhaps because it was too humid, most of the paper files here have been rotten and glued together, and only some vague handwriting can barely distinguish. Mo Yi was in a dilemma, looking at the material in front of him helplessly.
He frowned in embarrassment and looked up to the side. At this moment, Mo Yi's gaze fell on the side of the shelf and stopped.
A small piece of iron was nailed to the side of the shelf. Although it was rusty, the writing on it could still be read. Mo Yi looked at it carefully and found that it read: 1993.
An idea hit him.
Mo Yixin was a little hairy, but also a little excited, a violent heartbeat beating his eardrums in the silence.
He walked out of the gap between the shelf and the shelf, and walked quickly, checking the small iron plates nailed in front of each shelf: from 1989, 90... until 1995.
Then, this archive room should be closed after 1995.
Mo Yi recalled the graduation photo he had seen on the first floor. The date on it was exactly 95.
And since the classrooms on each floor are the same, can it be considered that... the whole school was parked at the same time: that is, the graduates of 1995 went to school and left, and the second batch of students happened to enter the third year of high school this year !
Mo Yiping took a breath.
And the year he was promoted to senior year in 1995...it happened to be the 93rd! He finally figured out the other sentence in the prompt before the game started! Nine three three, Yan Wuzu. If he guessed correctly, Jiu San San refers to Class 3 of the 93rd!
ββThe classroom where the corpse appeared happened to be Class 3.
With blood rushing to his heart, Mo Yi dashed towards the document shelf that said "93".
Sure enough, at the bottom of the shelf, under the countless rotten pages, there was a folder quietly hidden intact.
As if not affected by time and moisture at all, the page is white and brand-new.
Suddenly, a sad scream suddenly sounded.
It came from the corridor!
Mo Yi didn't hesitate, hurriedly reached out and grabbed the folder, caught it under his armpit, and ran out.
After walking to the archives room, the scream had disappeared, and the school was quiet and alarming. Mo Yi raised his head and looked out the window: 3:32.
There are 12 minutes to ring the bell.
Jiang Yuan Bai also ran out behind him, with a look of panic: "What's the matter? What happened?"
Before Mo Yi could answer, he raised his head and sniffed, frowning and muttering: "...Do you think that the smell of blood is much stronger?"
Mo Yi was taken aback: Yes, the smell of blood in the air has become heavier, but he cares too much about the time, and he didn't notice it for a while.
His eyes dazzled, he walked quickly to the door of the classroom of Class 3 and looked inside.
Sure enough, there was an extra corpse.
He was sitting right in front of the podium, staring at Mo Yi with his gray and dull eyes. For some reason, he looked extremely short. Mo Yi looked down the table and couldn't help taking a breath:
He was gone from the waist down.
Half of his intestines flowed down the legs of the chair, and the pool of blood expanded rapidly. His hand was still below his waist, holding it half-empty, as if he wanted to prevent his body from breaking.
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