Chapter 15

Darkness, endless darkness entangled his limbs, pulling him into the endless abyss.

All the colors seem to be broken and faded, and then re melt into the darkness of eternal night.

This feeling is so familiar

It's like Like the nightmare he's been having

Mo Yi is in a trance. He grabs the photo frame in his hand in vain, letting its hard and cold edges and corners hurt his chest and abdomen, reminding him that he is not in a dream now.

All of a sudden, a cold and biting feeling suddenly hit me. The fierce malice and resentment almost congealed into the entity and integrated with the darkness around, and then surged towards Mo Yi.

As if the whole world wanted to kill him!

All over the body of the alarm sounded desperately! Screams warn of danger!

Mo Yi felt cold all over, and his sudden fear was like a pair of hands without substance around his throat, choking the air out of his chest. The feeling of death was so close that one could only tremble and wait for it to come.

But as the resentment approached, it seemed to stop.

The picture frame in my arms suddenly began to shake violently!

Those pause resentment, like a beast that finds its prey, or a shark that sniffs blood, changes its direction, and then pours fiercely and cruelly at the photo frame!

Mo Yi only felt a strong rush towards the photo frame, and knocked him out heavily. A sweet smell of rust rose in his chest.

He finally touched the ground.

Mo Yi squeezed out a little painful breath and curled up on the sticky wet ground. His whole body was almost scattered, but it was not as painful as the tear of his left leg It's probably broken.

There was a damp, moldy smell on the nose, just like in the corridor.

He raised his eyelids with difficulty and looked to his side.

It was not the darkness without a glimmer of light before, but a dull, muddy gray, hazy, just to let him see the appearance around him.

I saw that silver frame was now broken, as if it had been corroded, twisted and blackened, as if suffering from some inhuman torture, lying beside him in a desperate attitude.

Mo Yi clearly knows that the force that almost tore him was originally aimed at him, but changed direction when he touched the frame. It can even be said that this photo frame is a blow to him.

He couldn't imagine what he would have been like if he hadn't fallen off with the frame.

Mo Yi couldn't help but burst out a hoarse cough from his throat. His lung was like a broken bellows. Every time he coughed, he pulled up the wound all over his body, which was more painful than ever.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a strange thing, just in the middle of the twisted frame.

Mo Yi was stunned.

Subconsciously, he felt, that was the answer he was looking for.

So, perhaps born with a high tolerance for pain, he struggled to get up, limped past, and bent down to pick it up.

It was a crumpled page.

There was only a familiar graffiti on the paper, scribbled and casual, as if it was a child's unconscious essay, at a glance, it seemed like a deformed bird.

Mo Yi was stunned for a second, and a vague picture flashed in his mind. This is the picture on the blackboard of Zhao Qiulan's classroom.

The only unexplained sentence in the prompt suddenly came to my mind: Yan Wuzu.

Mo Yi's heart was pounding. He reached for the paper and turned it over.

Mo Yi felt dizzy in front of him. He could not help but close his eyes and turned his head to avoid the dazzling light.

There was a quarrel in my ear.

Mo Yi opened his eyes in surprise, and was shocked to find that he was standing in a corridor.

He raised his head blankly. The next second, the black "4f" on his head almost stung his eyes.

Not far away, the quarrel became louder and louder. Mo Yi frowned and dragged his half lame leg along.

The door of only one room was open, with the words "headmaster's room" written in standard bold. There are two men fighting fiercely for something. One of them is a 50-60-year-old man facing Mo Yi. He is slightly bald and seems to be out of his mind.

The other is a tall and thin young man, with his back to Mo Yi, his hands open and wide open. He is describing what he is saying Please, let me do this, or I will be really crazy

The old man was silent.

Excited, the young man continued, "she wants to kill me! Don't you understand! She's going to kill me! I am defending myself

The old man suddenly got excited. He patted the table and stood up, spitting and blushing: "then you shouldn't have touched her in the first place."

The young man choked for a moment, then roared in a higher voice: "yes, that bitch seduced me first! There are those pictures coming out! What a decent man can be"Then you can't Then you can't... " The old man pointed to the young man, shivering all over his body, looking like he hated iron but not steel.

The young man sat down on the chair, buried his face in his palm, and replied stiffly, "I don't want to be like this. Who knows, I just push her head I just hit the steps... "

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the old man.

Mo Yi was surprised. He recognized the face: the young man was the man in the silver frame, the monster trying to keep him in the illusion.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it were a snake's hoarse message: "now that things have come to this point, people can't be resurrected after death. Her evil spirits are pestering me. I want to take my back, and I can't wait to die."

If we take out a wrinkly paper from her bosom, we can stand up and smile

The old man is still hesitating.

The young man suddenly flopped on his knees, looked at the old man with tears in his eyes and said, "please, help me again! Please help me! Dad

The old man finally nodded.

Once again, the whole scene was blazing, and the shaking people could hardly open their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, Mo Yi returned to the gray space.

He hung his eyes and stood for a long time.

At this moment, all the clues are finally connected, and a complete picture is formed in the mind.

This building should be the embodiment of Zhao Qiulan's three years of high school. The ghosts on each floor correspond to her experiences every year.

It has no feet and can only fly forever. Just like Zhao Qiulan, she is trapped in despair and helpless, and her soul can not be freed. Unlike Yanyan, they keep flying until they die, and she is dead, so her "forever" is really endless.

Mo Yi smoothed the paper with his fingers, but at the end of the paper, he felt a folded trace. He felt for the gap and unfolded the paper along the edge of the crease.

There was a strange pattern on it, with a line of maroon words beside it: "fear fire, be careful.".

Mo Yi Leng for a while, raised his head, but found that the dark color around him is lighter, almost has faded into light gray white, the vision is more open.

Then he found that he was standing in a deep pit. The pit was rectangular and looked like It's the same shape as the whole teaching building. In the pit, the bright red lines crisscross, the red seeps into the person, as if is the fresh blood general, constituted a strange pattern on the paper page, but in its each corner, exposed a pile of pale corpse bones.

And Mo Yi stands right in the middle of this pattern.

He took a deep breath, reached into his pocket, a cold object touched his fingertips and pulled it out.

It's a silver lighter.

Mo Yi's lips and corners are pursed, and his expression is complicated in the depths of his eyes.

He doesn't smoke. However, on his way home yesterday, he bought a lighter from a roadside stall and put it in his pocket.

But he could not foresee the future, let alone know that it would come into use today.

Maybe Is it really just handy?

Mo Yi was in a state of confusion. His fingers held the lighter tightly until its metal shell was stained with warm body temperature, as if it could calm him down.

He took a deep breath and drove the confused thoughts out of his brain.

In any case, it is imperative to destroy this array.

Mo Yi turns on the lighter. As soon as his finger is loose, the ignited flame is pulled by gravity, spinning and falling. When it touches the blood red line on the ground, it burns instantly, and then spreads at a rapid speed. Everywhere it goes, there is a flash of fire.

As the bones were ignited, only a few slight "click" sounds were heard in the ear. Several cracks appeared in the air, and then the whole space seemed to be unable to bear it. The cracks were broken into thick black fragments.

Then, the scene in front of him flashed. Mo Yi found that he was standing in the corridor of the teaching building.

He looked around blankly for a week and recognized that it was the second floor, and it was exactly where he entered the picture.

And beside the window, a line of numbers in the dark sky flashing blue light: "0:08".

"!! No

There was a shrill scream in my ears, shrill and hoarse, as if I was experiencing all kinds of pain:

"eight minutes! Eight minutes to go!! Wait eight minutes and I'll have two souls! I can get out of here!! Don't --! "

What's the sound?

Mo Yi was stunned and limped to the stairwell.

The silver frame hanging on the wall has disappeared, and the man in the picture has disappeared. Only the black and smelly liquid slides down the wall, leaving scorching and corrosive traces.

He seemed to catch a glimpse of a girl.When Mo Yi turns to look again, there is already empty again.

The familiar sweet female voice sounded in my ear:

"congratulations to player Mo Yi, you have completed the branch task: sweet revenge, task reward has been sent to your account, please collect it after the game is over."

Mo Yi's tense spirit instantly relaxed, and the pain all over his body was sour and soft. At this moment, he had to reach out to support the wall, so that he could barely fall down.

The wall under his hand suddenly shook. Mo Yi raised his head in surprise, but found that the end of the corridor began to collapse, and the whole teaching building began to fall into pieces! The building seemed to be shaken violently.

Mo Yi was surprised and immediately understood.

The whole teaching building is the embodiment of Zhao Qiulan's experience or resentment. When the "sweet revenge" has been achieved, the building obviously has no need to exist

That's why it's falling apart.

The window props were crushed into strange shapes by the collapsing walls, and then broke apart and fell back into the void, revealing a vast area of flowing darkness.

Mo Yi found that The original window of a dark, in fact, is not empty, but thick almost condensed into a solid fog!

With the collapse of the wall, the silent fog rushed into the broken corridor and rushed to Mo Yi's place!

There is no escape.

There is no way to go.

The feeling of danger comes, which is a sense of oppression that is more terrifying than in the fantasy! It's hard to squeeze the air out of his chest.

The mist slowly swallowed him.

During the struggle, the wound on his forehead split again, and the warm and sticky blood covered his eyelashes, which dyed Mo Yi's whole vision bright red.

In this bright red, he saw fog gathering.

Around the mist diluted into pale pale, and in the middle, but slowly condensed into a tall human form!

The figures in the air flashed a faint blue light behind him. Mo Yi was stiff, and the fog around him seemed to be wrapped around his limbs. He could only watch the man slowly approaching step by step.

The cold, dead breath lingered in his nose.

The man stood in front of him, stretched out his iron hoop like cold hand, firmly clasped Mo Yi's chin, and then lowered his head to lick the bleeding wound on his forehead.

The cold and rough tongue coating rolled up the flesh and blood, and the wound that had just healed was torn open again, and the extraordinary pain suddenly hit.

It hurts! Why does it hurt so much!

As if he had experienced all the pain in his life, and then multiplied by hundreds of times! All the pain was wedged into his head, pounding his nerves like a storm.

Mo Yi's eyes were black and he could hardly breathe.

I don't know why, with the pain, a manic mood rises, rolling along the blood, transpiration, fermentation, like a sleeping beast seizing the opportunity, impacting the cage of the bottom of my heart.

Roar, roar, vent the amazing desire to dominate!

The fury from nowhere dominates Mo Yi's reason and body. He makes a lot of efforts and gets rid of the shackles of fog around him!

The body under the palm is cold and strong, as if it contains infinite power and terrifying explosive force.

A desire for destruction rose in my heart.

Mo Yi can't help but show a nervous smile, burying himself in the man's neck socket and biting down hard and hard!

The sharp canine teeth pierced his skin. To his surprise, the man's blood was boiling hot, gushing from the wound, and the salty liquid slid down Mo Yi's throat into his body,

the warm heat filled his whole body, and his reason was almost paralyzed. The strong smell of blood made him almost addicted, and the strength between his teeth was generally increased by drugs.

In the obscurity, Mo Yi found that after he broke free from the shackles, the man did not do anything else. Instead, he connived over his head and exposed his neck socket under his teeth.

He even gave a low, deep smile.

Finally, with the only Qingming under the bloody impulse, Mo Yi crossed the man's shoulder and saw the faint blue light flashing. The number in the air became:

0:00.

An out of date electronic music was heard: "congratulations on your successful escape!"

All the sounds and pictures were pulled away. Mo Yi was in a dark and fainted.

And one second before he lost consciousness, the last picture that stayed on his retina was The man turned his head sideways and dropped a cold, bloody kiss on his bloody eyelashes.

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