Chapter 3

The bell went away and the corridor was dead again.

People looked at each other and saw their confused faces in each other's eyes.

What does the bell mean? What happens next? No one knows, they are like blindfolded people, step by step to the edge of the cliff, no one knows if the next step will be doomed.

Suddenly! There was a little sound of clack in my ear!

The whole corridor is twisting and stretching at the speed visible to the naked eye. The snow-white wall peels off quickly, revealing the dirty walls of the green gray under it. The reinforcement penetrates the cement and stretches in a ferocious posture.

"Zi La -" the light became dim and dim.

The door frame of the classroom is also twisted and deformed. In the dark, the greedy mouth is opened, and the fuzzy shadows are gathering in the classroom.

"Ah!" There was a scream from the crowd. A middle-aged man was staring at the wall beside him. His face was pale and his fingers trembled and pointed to the past: " You, you see... "

I saw that the walls were covered with large and small, crooked and twisted words of blood, which had not dried up. The thick blood water flowed downward, and the cruel malice was revealed between the lines - "go to death.".

Mo Yi feels cool behind his back.

An indescribable feeling attacked him and made his hair stand on end, but this feeling did not come from the blood words in front of him, but from Behind it.

He turned his head and took a look.

A thick fog slowly spread from the end of the corridor, approaching in silence and silence. The edge of the fog peak was steep and distinct, and approached them with silent terror, like living creatures. This is where the chilling malice comes from.

"The fog is nameless?" The previous prompt suddenly hit Mo Yi like lightning.

He raised his voice and cried, "run

As he spoke, he ran in the opposite direction of the fog.

The others turned around and saw the fog.

They subconsciously want to escape, but their heels seem to be on the ground, so they can't move their steps. The fog at the end of their eyes is almost magical. They firmly hold their uncontrolled eyes

But in a flash, the fog was already near.

Standing at the end of the crowd, the man suddenly fell to the ground, fingernails deep into the cracks in the floor, a frightened face screamed: "help me!! Something's grabbing my leg!! Help

The thick and turbid fog continued to creep forward slowly, and the figure of the man seemed to be pulled for a moment, and then pulled into the fog - screams, struggling sounds, suddenly stopped.

There was only a cold stillness, as if everything had been swallowed up by the silent fog.

His scream finally brought back people's minds -

run!

The inexplicable fear attacked everyone's heart, making their hair stand erect and their backs chilly. No one doubted Mo Yi's words any more. They all had one word left in their hearts: run!

Run like hell!

In the open corridor, the sound of pattering feet and the sound of panting are mixed and interwoven. In the open corridor, it is very clear, fast and flustered, while the slowly moving fog wall behind is advancing quietly and smoothly, swallowing everything, sound, light and shadow, and life.

After ringing the bell, the whole corridor became strange and tortuous, with almost no end in sight. However, Xin Kui's fog didn't move very fast. With everyone's full efforts, the fog soon disappeared.

Mo Yi's speed slowed down. He held his knees with both hands and gasped for breath. His face was flushed after exercise.

The others also gasped and stopped, with a fluke in their eyes.

A man came over and patted Mo Yi on the back to help him get along.

Mo Yi looked up and recognized him: he had called himself in the corridor before - and he was also the first person to react.

At this time, he is squinting his eyes and looking down at Mo Yi.

At this time, a man ran over. He stood still, panting heavily. The panic still remained in his eyes. It was obvious that he had not recovered from the critical moment just now. He took a few deep breaths. Then he looked up at Mo Yi, half confused and half dumb. He asked:

"you, how do you know that there is a problem with the fog?"

Mo Yi adjusted his breath, reached for the wall and stood up. His voice was still a little unstable:

"that hint The name fog should refer to "the fog of the unknown."

Even though he was panting, he was still clear and loud. In this environment, he had an unexpected sense of terror. As his voice dropped, the air suddenly quieted down.

All of us are at a loss.

Mo Yi:

He rubbed his temple and explained:

"in the myth of ksulu, the revelation of graki refers to the fog of the unknown, which is the symbol of naog sohip, a mysterious God. It is said that no one can spy on the hidden terror... "Love Kraft's myth system of kesulu is the inspiration source of many horror novels and the spiritual idol of many authors.

But before he finished speaking, Mo Yi suddenly stopped and swallowed his long speech.

He looked at the eyes of the people who were still at a loss. He was silent for a moment. Then he asked in a different way: "has anyone seen Stephen King's the fog?"

Jiang Yuanbai raised his hand hesitantly Is it just a movie? "

Several others nodded.

Mo Yi explained: "the fog in the fog is based on this creation. In short, don't get close to it. You can't touch it."

The man nodded. There was no contempt in his eyes. Then he took a deep look at Mo Yi. He held out his hand and laughed: "Shen Lei."

“…… Mo Yi. " He took the outstretched hand.

Shen Lei frowned. He felt that the palm of the other party was surprisingly cold, and only bones were left. He held it as cold as jade.

He patted Mo Yi on the back and staggered him: "young man, you just gasped, and your body is too poor. Even if you are in the office, you can't be so lack of exercise. You can easily die in the game."

Mo Yi: Cough, cough, cough

Brother, please don't pat me, or I'm afraid I will die in your hands before being killed by the ghost.

Shen Lei releases Mo Yi with a smile, and then looks around roughly: everything around him has changed. The whole corridor looks like an abstract painting of Picasso. In addition to its fragmentation, there is still a strange thing to add. He frowned and thought for a while, then turned to the crowd and said:

"this game can't fail to give us the chance to escape, which will violate the rules. Although the fog is fatal, its moving speed is a defect. As long as we are fast enough, there should be a possibility of survival."

A girl sobbed and asked, "well, where are we going next?"

"Go upstairs." Shen Lei had already thought about it clearly, and his reply was crisp: "just now I looked at the composition of the whole teaching building. There are four floors in this building. The lower three floors are the floors from the first to the third. The fourth floor is for teachers. The faster we get to the top floor, the greater the chance of survival."

Everyone looked at each other, then nodded and agreed to Shen Lei's proposal.

"The stairwell is at the end of the corridor. Let's go." Shen Lei took a cigarette in his mouth and took the lead in walking in front of him. Other people also followed him.

The more forward, the more dark the lights in the corridor, in a blur of darkness, around the silence is frightening, can only see the sky outside the window, that light blue countdown flashing glimmer.

Walking in front of a few people are obviously prepared, have taken out flashlights from the backpack, so as to light the road in front of them.

After a long time, Shen Lei finally stopped.

"Here it is." With the light of the flashlight, Mo Yi saw that the scene was completely different from that before. The handrail of the stairs had broken, and the wall peeled off, revealing the blue walls and broken cement. Ash was falling down, and the stairs were even more uneven, like the debris after the earthquake.

A smell of decay came out.

Just as the crowd was about to walk up the stairs, they heard only a slight hum not far away, but the sweet voice of a child was creepy. It sang, "dear Come and play... "

A black, round thing rolled down the stairs and hit Mo Yi's leg.

Mo Yi looked down.

It was a fuzzy, fearful, pale face, wrapped in black hair, like a melting wax figure.

This is the face of the missing woman.

It was her head that rolled down the stairs.

The strange voice of a child came closer. It laughed sweetly, sang, and then asked:

"has anyone seen my ball?"

"Has anyone seen my ball?"

Every sound became clearer, closer and darker.

Mo Yi looked at the head under his feet, took a deep breath, raised his feet and exerted his greatest strength to kick it flying.

The skull rolled into the distant darkness.

Children's voice:.... "

Shen Lei:

All of them said, "well

There was a strange silence in the air.

Mo Yi: what are you doing? Run

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