Chapter 28

Mo Yi fell into the abyss.

He felt a chill in his heart.

He lay on the bed with his eyes tightly closed and his whole body stiff, adjusting his breathing slowly and trembling.

Fear seeps through every pore of his life, shouting in his mind:

don't open your eyes! Don't open your eyes!

Under the thin quivering eyelids, the eyes vibrate uncontrollably with the frequency of breathing.

At this time, a small cold hand caught Mo Yi's hand hanging by his side.

The extremely cold feeling with the skin invades the bone marrow, almost makes Mo Yi uncontrollably hit a shiver.

The cold breath came to his ears and aroused a small shiver on his skin. Fear, like a stagnant flocculent substance, blocked his breathing and throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The small and soft voice of a child rings again in Mo Yi's ear:

"next it's your turn to look for me."

After saying that, a small, round and hard thing was stuffed into Mo Yi's palm.

The cold breath and the little child's hand left.

Mo Yi was still tight, and the little round thing was lying in his cold, sweaty palms. The slight chill almost made him unable to hold it. The ice was hot.

He controlled his breathing, forcing his chest to rise and fall slowly and long.

Silence and darkness make Mo Yi's senses more and more acute. He is warily waiting for the development of the next thing, and his heart strings are tight.

The boundless darkness is like an abyss that swallows all sounds.

Continuously spreading and expanding, the sponge generally absorbs all the movement and light.

After an unknown period of time -

excessive tension and fatigue made Mo Yi unconsciously sleep in the silence.

When you open your eyes again, all the lights have been turned on again.

Mo Yi was lying on the narrow bed, even if there was a loud and harsh metal bell ringing around his ear, he couldn't call back his attention.

His eyes were fixed on the dirty old ceiling for a long time.

Last night That's it?

Mo Yi blinked and blinked, but he still didn't feel like he was back.

Did you make it through the night?

Suddenly, Mo Yi seemed to think of something. He sat up in a hurry and spread out his right hand -

his palm was made an uneven red mark by a hard object, which stretched across the white palm of his hand, which looked particularly eye-catching.

And the thing stuck in his hand is still there.

A round, dark, shiny hemisphere lay quietly in the palm of his hand, looking like a button, but with no buttonholes.

Mo Yi stares at it, because the fingers that have not moved for a long time are stiff, so they hold them slowly again.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded at the door, which awakened Mo Yi from his thoughts:

"are you awake?"

When Mo Yi hears the speech, he looks up and follows the sound.

Song Qi was standing against the door, his dark gray pupils looking at him. Half of his face was dazzled by the light outside the door, and the outline was slightly blurred:

"it's five o'clock. According to the timetable, it's morning time."

Mo Yi looked down at his watch:

a quarter past five.

He got up in a hurry and carried the hard object that had been thrust into his hand last night into his pocket.

Because she fell asleep in her clothes last night, even though Mo Yi was extremely peaceful and almost motionless, her clothes became wrinkled.

Mo Yi dressed up subconsciously, then quickly walked to the door and whispered to Song Qi, who was waiting for him, "let's go."

They walk out along the still dark corridor. Mo Yi opens his mouth and is about to tell Song Qi about his experience last night. However, Song Qi just opens his mouth and interrupts what he is about to say:

"how are your hands?"

Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, hindsight of the original song Qi in the inquiry of his injured hand.

He looked down at his left hand, which was still wrapped like zongzi, and tried to move his fingertips. A dull pain of numbness and numbness passed along the wound in an instant.

Mo Yi's face did not change ground to reply a way: "much better."

At this time, the two met other players who came out of the next few rooms. It seems that they are also ready to go to the restaurant.

Several people went together.

Mo Yi had no choice but to swallow the words ready to export back into his stomach.

When we got to the restaurant, there were already several people waiting there.

Mo Yi looked around the room quietly, counting the number of people in his heart: eight people, no difference from last night.It seems that all of us have spent the night safely.

Seeing that everyone was here, Zhao Yicheng stood up and said, "great, everyone has been through" all hope abandon, ye that enter here "

Mo Yi pursed his lips, staring at two pieces of paper, drooping his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

All the people standing beside Mo Yi were stunned by his series of actions. Seeing him stop suddenly, they could not help but ask urgently:

"what's the matter? What did you find? "

Mo Yi seemed to be startled. He raised some dazed eyes and stopped for half a day to find his voice:

"this sentence means that people who come in should abandon all their hopes."

He paused, and a little color flashed in his dark eyes:

"from Dante's Divine Comedy, infero 2, is the text he saw on the gate of hell before he entered the hell."

the whole library and classroom are almost turned upside down by players.

However, except for a few strange poems and a line of obscure words, no other clues have been found.

The whole morning ended without any illness, but at least there were no casualties.

This proves that Mo Yi's inference is correct.

The whole copy takes a long time with a small number of people. The only difficulty is to find the timetable and find out the relationship between the timetable and casualties.

So basically, the way to survive this copy is very simple - to follow the rules and get through the time.

After the specified lunch break, it was free time. Mo Yi walked out of the door on time and walked out of the corridor.

His remaining light unconsciously glanced at the rooms on both sides of the corridor: most of the people were still in the room, and seemed to have completely given up exploring in their free time. After all, we can understand why we should bother to nag when we can enjoy ourselves.

What's more, it's very dangerous to wander around in the copy.

Mo Yi takes back his eyes and walks forward with no distractions.

His destination was clear: the closed toy house.

Through the empty ring hall and the long dark corridor, Mo Yi stopped in front of the door.

He looked for the key, but there was no toy house on it. Now he can only try it.

Mo Yi droops his eyes, his eyelashes tremble imperceptibly, covering his dark eyes in the deep pool.

He took a deep breath and put his hand on the doorknob. The cold and hard feeling came from under his palm.

With a little effort, Mo Yi opened the door without a sound. It opened smoothly and silently, as if he was inviting him into the room -

it was very dark inside.

A large area of strong darkness spread, swallowing and eroding the weak lights in the corridor. The deep darkness is like an abyss, waiting for the arrival of the next victim.

Mo Yi looks heavy and turns on his flashlight.

And then I went in.

There is almost no light inside, black hand can not see five fingers, only the flashlight in Mo Yi's hand can disperse a little bit of darkness.

He twirled around the room with a flashlight, wandering aimlessly around the room.

It's a pity that the flashlight's beam is too thin and narrow, which can only illuminate a small arc range, and can hardly disperse the suffocating darkness in the room.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and took a few steps inward.

I stepped on a soft thing.

The bottom of his heart jumped, and he flashed the flashlight down. He saw a dirty gray rabbit lying on the bottom of his feet. His damaged belly revealed gray cotton flocs. His dusty black eyes looked straight at him.

Mo Yi's heart is inexplicably tight. He moves away, but the other foot kicks something. In the dark, there is a crisp crash.

The round light came in.

It is a few pieces of broken blocks arranged into a small pile, scattered on the uneven ground, looking a little pitiful.

Mo Yi has a strong uneasiness brewing in his heart.

He walked around the rabbits and blocks under the ground and continued to walk a few steps. The light of his flashlight hit the wall, illuminating a corner of the rolled up snow-white paper.

Mo Yi approached a few steps with some doubts.

The light of the flashlight is dim in the dark, but it can still barely play the role of lighting.

There is a picture on the wall.

Red and black crayon marks are carelessly interwoven on the surface of the paper. The lines are simple and simple. If you look carefully, several matchmakers stand together in a room, one of them is close to the door, and the others are gathered together.

Mo Yi was at a loss. The light of the flashlight lit up beside him and saw half a corner of a piece of paper.Another step was revealed, and he stepped over to the side.

A match man was hanging from the beam, and another man was standing on a crooked chair, holding out his hand around the hanging man's neck. It looked like a strange hug.

Mo Yi was shocked.

He knows what these paintings are.

This is What happened to him since the beginning of the copy.

The bottom of Mo Yi's heart thump straight jump, agitate uneasy voice, he moved his dry throat knot, continued to move a step to the side.

The third picture is a group of people sitting in a restaurant eating.

The fourth picture is the second hanging man.

The fifth picture is a man lying on the bed with a child squatting beside him, holding his hand.

This is him last night.

Mo Yi's fingers holding the flashlight are tight, and his knuckles seem to be a little white by subconscious force. He calms down and continues to move to the side.

The sixth picture is about a man.

He was standing on the wall of a small room, holding a flashlight, carefully studying the six paintings on one side of the wall.

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