Chapter 52

In front of his eyes, it was like a large piece of color, broken and re blended, occupying the whole eyeball and piercing into the brain along the nerve.

The eardrum is occupied by the chaotic white noise. Mo Yi feels dizzy that his feet touch the real place, and then he realizes later that he is standing and transmitting it to the copy.

But it's too late.

The unresponsive nerves could not support the sudden gravity, which pulled Mo Yi to the ground.

Mo Yi stretched out his hand to wave in the air, subconsciously closed his eyes, waiting for the next pain.

An iron hoop like hand stretched out from the side, holding his arm, a strong attack, pulled him up.

Although Mo Yi was held up, his brain was still in chaos.

He turned his head at a loss and looked at the man who supported him and said subconsciously, "thank you..."

The next second, Mo Yi's voice was stuck in his throat, and no sound could be made.

At the same time, the man also looked at him, his beautiful lips pursed a sharp arc, and his eyes, light as mist, were staring at him closely, like a dark gray sea.

"Be careful," he said with a low smile

Mo Yi's eyes widened uncontrollably. He lowered his voice: "you --"

suddenly, at this time, he remembered In fact, up to now, he does not know the name of fog.

"Nameless fog" is the game hint in the first copy, "Song Qi" is someone else's name he borrowed.

Mo Yi didn't know how to call him for a while, so he couldn't help standing still.

At this time, there was a strange male voice: "new man?"

Mo Yi looked back and saw a tall man come over. He looked around in doubt and asked, "what's the matter?"

Then he found that the man's sight went straight through the fog body, as if he had not seen another person there, and rowed without fluctuation.

Mo Yi was stunned and turned to look at the fog standing beside him.

With a smile on his cold eyebrows and eyes, he raised a hand and pressed his finger on his pale lips and made a mouth pattern:

"Shhh."

Mo Yi calmed down and turned to look at the man with a natural smile:

"not a new man."

He frowned, raised his chin and said:

"it's just the first time I met a copy like this, and I'm just shocked. Thank you for your concern."

The man accepted this statement, nodded clearly, and a trace of anxiety rose from his eyebrows. He said in a low voice:

"this is the first time that I have encountered this kind of situation That's strange. "

Yes, this copy is really weird. You know, the original copy is basically located in a closed room, the doors and windows are locked, and you can't escape.

But this time

Mo Yi slowly looked around the whole space, where his eyes could see was full of nothingness and darkness. In the darkness, endless malice and danger wriggled around the platform where they were.

This replica is actually a semi open space.

The ground under his feet is soft soil, and the whole platform seems to float in the boundless darkness, as if sunk into the dark, dark, dark sea with no light, rich to the essence, and the pressure is almost suffocating.

In the middle of the platform, there stands a building with a slant.

It seems to have been very old, twisted and strange architectural style looks particularly uncomfortable, the old and dusty roof even has a sunken, falling dust.

The whole building looks strange, almost completely out of touch with the normal structure of the building, which almost makes people wonder why it has not collapsed, and people standing in front of the house can not see the whole picture of the whole house.

Gray glass covered the window, like a malicious eye peeping out of the house, the porch door half open, inside is a dark, as if whispering something in general, waiting for the arrival of prey.

But Mo Yi and others are standing in the open space in front of the porch of this house.

There are also players who are constantly being transferred to the dungeon. Their bodies appear almost out of thin air in the dark. Except for those who are quick to stand on their feet, others are also like Mo Yi who are caught off guard.

Mo Yi looks at it quietly on the face, counting silently in the bottom of his heart.

Although he knows that each player is transferred to a replica at a different time, this is the first time he has seen other players being transferred into the dungeon.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes without trace, and his dark eyes were gloomy.

After a while, the player's transfer is over.

Looking at the players with different facial expressions, dazed or frightened, Mo Yi thought bitterly:

this is the advantage of open space that there will be no more rowdy new people.After all, this floating room in the dark and weird room is too much beyond common sense, no one can think of it as a trick game.

This time, as everyone was transported to the same place, there was no need to gather again. So, the sound of the ethereal game soon rang out:

"Hello, welcome to the large live escape game stayalive."

Female voice in the whole dark and cold space around, sounds particularly strange and infiltration.

"Your only mission is to live in the old house for seven hours.

Here are some tips for you:

born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, fell ill on Thursday, became seriously ill on Friday, died on Saturday and was buried in the ground on Sunday. This is Solomon Grandy's life.

Have a good time. "

In such an environment, people can't help but be shocked by the fact that the mechanical female voice, which has no feelings, slowly reads sentences with a strong sense of rhythm.

Mo Yi was stunned.

This hint He had heard it. It was a nursery rhyme from 19th century England and it was very popular.

Mo Yi frowned and looked up at the void surrounding the platform. With the falling of the voice of the female voice, the familiar blue countdown appeared in the dark sky without any light:

6:59:56

Solomon grandi's life is only seven days, and this time their survival time is exactly seven hours

Is there any internal connection?

He took a deep breath and pressed down the myriad questions that came up in his mind. Then look up to the players with different facial expressions.

There are 17 players this time.

The proportion of senior personnel is not low, at least 10 people.

Mo Yi pursed her lips and frowned suspiciously.

Although there are a lot of senior personnel this time, but But there are still new people joining.

Before entering the game, Mo Yi had two guesses about this copy. One is that the whole copy is the member joining test copy, and the participants are all candidates of senior players club.

Second, this is a very difficult copy. The bad luck newcomers and senior players are transferred in. The member candidates who have completed the copy become senior members of the club, while other players who have not become candidates are still settled according to the reward for passing the hard copy.

Since new people have been added to this copy, it is clear that the first conjecture has been overturned.

So Is it the second?

Mo Yi felt a little uneasy.

Several new people who were transmitted in were all staring at this strange and unconventional space, and their eyes were full of fear of the unknown.

Panic spreads and ferments in the crowd, swelling, occupying every void, squeezing every breath of air.

Just then, a senior woman stepped forward and broke the stagnant atmosphere.

She was tall and slender, with a faint impatience between her delicate eyebrows, and said to the shivering newcomers:

"first, the game is real. In the game, death is equal to the death of the real world. Secondly, I suggest that you pay attention to the hints given by the game to save lives."

She paused, her sharp eyes glancing around the quiet platform and continued:

"and it's better not to act alone."

Her voice fell as if a switch had been turned on, and a low sobbing voice was heard in the crowd. The senior man frowned and said nothing more, turning to look at the twisted house in the middle of the platform.

Other senior people also scattered, looking for clues on this narrow platform.

Mo Yi followed the crowd and walked slowly around the house.

The barren, barren trees with withered and withered branches on the top of the sky were just a few withered and withered trees.

There is a crooked path on the desolate and soft loess ground, which extends from the edge of the whole platform, emerges abruptly from the darkness, and then twists and turns to connect with the twisted porch of the house.

The area of the whole platform is not big, and people will walk here for many times.

There was little to gain except a clearer understanding of the crooked nature of the house.

We can't help but look at the room standing in the middle of the whole platform.

It stood there quietly, in the strangely shaped porch, with its worn-out door half open, revealing a dark corner.

As if waiting for something.

The male senior man who spoke with Mo Yi just now said: "I'm afraid Now I have to go in. "

There was a panic and depressing atmosphere in the crowd. Some people almost collapsed under the strange and frightening pressure. A new woman yelled hysterically"No! impossible! I will never go in! "

Just now, the low cry began to ring again, and several new people subconsciously got closer and nodded one after another. One of the bolder looking newcomers timidly asked:

"anyway Anyway, the game is enough to live seven hours. Then, can't we stay out for seven hours? "

The tall female senior sneered, "whatever you want."

Having said that, she turned and walked to the porch of the house.

Other senior people and some new people followed her to the house.

Three new people hesitated for a moment, or chose to stay outside.

Mo Yi walks along, his eyes searching aimlessly in the whole house.

After the sight of light suddenly see - on the second floor window, a fuzzy twisted face tightly close to the glass, quietly looking at the crowd downstairs.

Mo Yi's back is cool, the hair on his body stands up in an instant.

He hastily moved his eyes back to the window.

There was nothing in the gray window, and a complete fingerprint on the glass was slowly disappearing.

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