Chapter 24

Mo Yi pursed his lips, and his face was a little cold:

"if I heard correctly, it should be the dining bell of the orphanage."

He turned to the crowd and asked, "do any of you know where the restaurant is?"

The woman who had just collapsed at the sight of the corpse shrank for a moment, and then said weakly: -- I, I saw it just now, at the end of the corridor over there

Mo Yi nodded and turned to the direction pointed by the woman.

Perhaps because of his reassuring calmness, the crowd hesitated for a moment, but they still followed him.

As the corridor went deeper and deeper, the flickering wall lamps were dazzled, and some of the narrow walls pressed down from both sides, almost suffocating.

A glimmer of light at the end of the corridor illuminated a small area at the front of the corridor.

There stood two shadowy figures who seemed to be saying something.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and stepped forward.

The faces of the two gradually became clear: Zhao Yicheng and the female senior who had spoken before.

They seemed to be arguing about something in a low voice. Their faces looked very unhappy. When they saw someone coming, they stopped talking and looked at Mo Yi, the leader. Antecedents and consequences of

said Zhao Yicheng as like as two peas in a room. "Yes, we found the same note in the room that we woke up," said

, after he heard the consequences.

With a low "um" voice, the senior woman took out the note with the gallows drawn from her pocket.

Mo Yi dropped his eyes thoughtfully. Suddenly, he pointed to the restaurant behind them and asked, "by the way, did you go in?"

Zhao Yicheng's face was suddenly hard to see. He leaned over and motioned Mo Yi to look inside.

Mo Yi takes a step forward with some doubts and looks into the dining room.

It's not very open inside. The light is a little brighter than that in the corridor. The crooked walls and greasy stains on it look very shabby. There are several low tables and benches in the room. This should be the place where the orphans eat together.

It looks simple, but there is nothing wrong with it.

But don't know why, Mo Yi always has a sense of disobedience from where.

He moved his eyes to the opposite wall.

There is a rough simple stroke, not big, but it is just in the middle of the wall, which is very eye-catching.

It's a hanging villain.

It can make up a complete picture with the gallows on the note.

Zhao Yicheng's deep voice came from his side: "the new man hanging outside was preparing to enter this room when others saw him alive for the last time."

A burst of coolness suddenly rushed to the back of the crowd.

The shabby and shabby restaurant looks even more gloomy at the moment, as if there are some terrible monsters lurking inside, waiting for the opportunity to kill.

A few of them even stepped back, hoping to stay as far away from the restaurant as possible.

Mo Yi's eyes sank.

He thought carefully for a few seconds, his sharp eyes wandering in the dining room.

All of a sudden, his eyes stopped somewhere in the restaurant for a moment, and his face relaxed slightly.

Mo Yi turned his head and said to Zhao Yicheng, "it doesn't matter. You should be able to enter here."

He pointed to the end of the dining room, where there was a dining table covered with dust and stains, on which stood a basket of black bread and clean water.

Zhao Yicheng looked along the direction he had pointed out. He was stunned, and then suddenly realized it.

The other several people still look at Mo Yi with a puzzled look.

"For copies that last more than 24 hours in this kind of enclosed space, the game will provide life sustaining food and drinking water for players, and generally speaking, the time and place for eating are generally safe," Zhao explained

Mo Yi added: "the bell should remind us of the beginning of the meal time."

Then they relaxed a little and went in one by one.

The air was filled with the smell of dust, the temperature was much lower than that in the corridor, and the gloomy moisture almost penetrated into the texture.

The ceiling in the dining room is very low. There are traces of mildew and rust on it. The walls around are covered with oil stains and stains.

They all went to the dining table with their hearts in their hands. Each of them took some black bread, poured a cup of water from the cup on one side, and then sat down on the low bench in twos and threes, ready to eat.

Mo Yi is not used to curling up two long legs and sitting in this chair which is too low for his height.

He lowered his eyes and took a bite of the black bread in his hand. The cheap and shriveled bread had a coarse taste, and his throat was scratched with pain. It was as dry as chewing gravel.Everyone was pale, tasteless and slowly chewing bread in his mouth.

It's very greasy to take a few months, but it's very greasy to drink, and it's very greasy to drink it for a few months.

Mo Yi lowered his head in a trance. He didn't seem to realize the poor quality of the food. He ate the bread without changing his face.

Just then, a hand reached into his eyes.

The five fingers are slender and white, with symmetrical bony joints. They are as beautiful as works of art. There is a chocolate bar in the palm.

Mo Yi was stunned and raised his head.

Song Qizheng held his chin in one hand and looked straight ahead, as if the chocolate bar was not handed over by him.

Mo Yi blinked, lowered the voice line, and said in a deep voice:

"you eat, I don't care."

What he said was true. He didn't really care how delicious his food was. For Mo Yi, food as long as it could maintain the normal survival of his life was enough. The taste of delicious or not delicious was just a worthless package outside the food.

Song Qi quickly glanced at him, and then immediately withdrew his eyes. His cold and hard lips were like a straight line:

"I don't like sweet food."

Mo Yi:

So why do you put a chocolate bar in the copy?

However, since all the words have been said, Mo Yi can't refuse any more, so he reaches out and takes the packaged chocolate bar from Song Qi's palm.

The cold fingertips ran unconsciously across his palms.

Song Qi's palms trembled. He quickly took back his right hand and clenched it under the table. His face was still silent.

Mo Yi didn't notice Song Qi's small movements at all. His slender fingers pulled the wrapping paper of the chocolate bar and put it into his mouth before others found out.

The mellow outer layer of chocolate melts in the mouth, mixed with the light wheat flavor, with the unique bitter taste of chocolate. The kernel with rich grain feeling rolls through the teeth, warm and warm, all the way from the tip of the tongue to the deep throat.

Mo Yi's eyes squint subconsciously, and his eyelashes tremble. His eyelashes print a little deep shadow on his face.

He smiles and raises his eyes to Song Qi. He lowers his voice and says, "thank you. It's delicious."

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