Chapter 8

Mo Yi then got up and reached out to pick up the scattered notebook. Even if he tried to restrain himself, his fingers still trembled slightly.

The notebook is so thin that it doesn't weigh much in your hand. It doesn't look like a new page after a few years of reading, but it doesn't look like a new one after years of reading.

Mo Yi waved away his thoughts and began to read from the beginning.

On the first page, the familiar and elegant handwriting worker wrote in full:

"on X, x, 1993, my parents loved me very much, my teachers and classmates cared about me very much. It's going to be a great day. "

After turning back two pages, Mo Yi's eyes are confused.

On every page, except for the date, the content of each article is exactly the same, even the punctuation has not changed.

He jumped back a few pages, and his flipping fingers suddenly stopped.

The content on the notebook was originally carried out every day according to the date, but it was suddenly cut off for seven days. In the following article, the content suddenly changed: "on December 28, 1993, my mother loved me very much, my teachers and classmates were very concerned about me. Today will be a beautiful day."

…… What about dad?

Mo Yi pursed his lips and continued to turn back.

After that, the number of pages was torn and smeared. Due to the time being too long, it was impossible to distinguish what had been written before. By the time we could see clearly, the date was already in 1994:

"on January 7, 1994, teachers and students were very concerned about me, and today will be a beautiful day."

Mom also be missing.

Mo Yi was stunned. Suddenly, a scene crossed his mind: the blood color spreading in the female toilet, the third compartment without blood, the blank round vacancy in the blood pool, and the pale head rolling down under his feet.

He was shocked, and an idea flashed through his mind like lightning. The clues before him seemed to bite together like cogs at the moment, and the cold sweat slid down his back.

"I seem to know..." Mo Yi said to himself.

Jiang Yuanbai, on one side, looked at Mo Yi's notebook in a fog and asked, "ah? What do you know? "

"Remember the ladies' room on the first floor?" Mo Yi asked him without end.

"Of course." Jiang Yuanbai shivered. The blood all over the floor and the scratch behind the toilet door could make him have a nightmare for several months at least.

"In the third toilet without blood, I asked the little girl who was playing ball, the ghost who stayed on the ceiling..." Mo Yi's speech speed is faster and faster: "does it sound familiar?"

Jiang Yuanbai was pale and hesitated to nod.

"I didn't think of it at the beginning because there were too many versions of the story, and these phenomena in the toilet just didn't happen to be the version known to the public..."

In the thought, Mo Yi murmured.

"- but all versions have something in common, such as the little girl in the third cubicle and the inability to look at the mirror and ceiling after going to the toilet."

Jiang Yuanbai was stunned and interrupted Mo Yi: "wait a minute, what version is not version, what are you talking about?"

Mo Yi woke up like a dream, looked up at Jiang Yuanbai and said in a concise and comprehensive way:

"flowers in the toilet.

One version is about the mother who murdered her cheating husband, goes crazy, and then kills her daughter in the third compartment of the school toilet and then kills herself. So later it was said that huazi was trapped in the third compartment forever, if you knock on the door and ask, "is huazi coming to play?" She will show up. And, in the toilet where huazi appears, the most taboo is looking at the mirror and looking up at the ceiling

Jiang Yuanbai's blood fingerprints on the ceiling of the toilet on the first floor flashed in the brain of Jiang Yuanbai. He could not help shaking and felt goose bumps all over his body.

Then Mo Yi held up his notebook and pointed out the handwriting on it to Jiang Yuanbai.

"The father disappeared first, then the mother disappeared."

"Then, look here." Mo Yi points to the lower left corner of the notebook page with a slender finger, and sees a small ball drawn in bright red.

In the silence, the little girl's strange giggle seemed to ring in her ear: "did anyone see my ball?"

"So So... " Jiang Yuanbai stammered: "in that toilet Is it

"No Unexpectedly, Mo Yi shook his head. "That little girl should not be Zhao Qiulan. After all, this note has a follow-up, indicating that she certainly did not die in the toilet."

Jiang Yuanbai was even more confused That? "

"I guess that should be the content of Zhao Qiulan's resentment, and the flower in the toilet just has something in common with her experience, so it will appear in this image." Mo Yi picks up his finger and taps on the notebook. His eyes are dark."Today is going to be a wonderful day..."

Jiang Yuanbai was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of something, said: "this seems to be a psychological therapy, every day tell yourself today is very beautiful, so your day will be better."

Mo Yi gave a short smile, but there was no smile in his voice: "so, every sentence here is opposite. Her parents don't love her, and her teachers and classmates don't care about her."

Jiang Yuanbai nodded slowly, and the atmosphere was heavy for a moment.

Suddenly, without warning, the female voice that appeared at the beginning broke the silence and said in a cold and mechanical tone:

"dangdangdang! Congratulations to No.08 player Mo Yi and No.05 player Jiang Yuanbai to unlock the hidden plot of this escape game!

Branch task open, complete branch task will reward rich points, please continue to work hard

Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanbai are stunned at the same time. They look at each other and run to the window together.

Br: >, there is no trace of light in the sky??? Reward for task completion:

"Sleeping trough, is there any reward for this game?" Jiang Yuanbai looks WTF, his eyes are fixed on the window.

Wait

Mo yiminrui caught the key point and turned his head in shock and looked at Jiang Yuanbai: "what? It means that there is no reward for this escape game? "

Jiang Yuanbai nodded painfully.

"The last time I entered this game, after I escaped from the game, this junk game left me a broken note, which said: congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and wish you a happy life."

Jiang Yuanbai's last sentence was uttered with his voice clenched, with a polite smirk on his face.

Then, he put on the expression of bitterness and hatred again, and went on to say: -- And behind that note is the countdown to the next game. "

Mo Yi: What a hole in the trough?

Is this the so-called reward for winning the game is to play the next game?

He is also an otaku. He usually likes to read online novels. He has also read a lot of online articles like "infinite fear of X" However, there is no game or system, will pit Dad: there is no reward for customs clearance, points actually need to find hidden plot to obtain!

This game also too does not follow the routine to come, Hello?!

Mo Yi is a little speechless for a moment and takes his eyes back from the window.

At this time, his eyes accidentally fell on the stairwell, suddenly his face changed, and he called out in a hurry: "bad! Run

After saying that, Jiang Yuanbai also followed his eyes to look at the past, his face also changed pale.

I saw that thick, almost condensed solid fog, was slowly climbing up the stairs, quietly close, close, like a latent beast, quietly exposed fierce fangs, quiet and lethal.

The two men tried their best to run down the corridor in the opposite direction to the stairwell. After Xinkui rang the bell, the corridor became extremely long, which gave them a chance to escape the pursuit of the dense fog.

Mo Yi held the wall and gasped. His face was very solemn.

The thick fog only appeared ten minutes after class.

They ran to the second floor within ten minutes of the first break, when the fog was still on the first floor.

And in the second 10 minutes between classes, the fog has engulfed the entire second floor, and even began to erode to the third floor!

This shows that The fog is moving faster.

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