Chapter 57

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Mo Yi fell into the abyss.

His whole body was cold, and his sleep disappeared in an instant. The creepy feeling enveloped his senses. A chill of fear rose from the caudal vertebrae and seized 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?

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

his palm was made an uneven red mark by a hard object, which stretched across the white palm. It looked very 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, "that's great. Everyone has survived the first night. Let's go get breakfast."

Mo Yi and Song Qi followed the crowd and came to the dining table.

This time, on the dining table, there is still a large basin of dry black bread, but the pot beside it is no longer water, but warm soup - the soup is actually lifting it. The dirty light yellow surface is floating with a thin layer of grease, emitting a bad smell of swill. There is almost no dry matter, and the only valuable thing is its heat That's all.

Mo Yi understood why the people in front of them just now left after receiving the meal. Some even took only black bread.

With the same look on his face, he lowered his head and filled a bowl of soup. He took two pieces of bread and followed Song Qi. They found a place to sit down together.

Each player stares at the food in front of him, and his face is a little worried. Everyone refuses to eat the coarse black bread in his mouth. Some players with delicate appetite even push the bowl and stop eating.

However, some senior players obviously look much more relaxed than novices with bitter gourd faces. They have already had game experience and know how to bring their own food into the copy. However, due to the limited amount of things they can carry, their food resources are not enough.

Therefore, they clearly know the truth that money is not exposed. They chew bread slowly and leisurely one by one, and do not show off the food.

Mo Yi's face was calm, and he was gnawing at the black bread in his hand, thinking whether he would go back and tear down a pack of compressed biscuits.

However, water should be replenished.

Mo Yi's mind is clear, because there is water supply in the game copy, so even if you carry food, you rarely think of carrying drinking water - after all, overweight and covering too much land are fatal defects.

However, if you are hungry for three days, you may live if you are thirsty for three days.

Mo Yi thought calmly, while holding up the bowl of soup with residual temperature, he lifted his neck and poured it down.

He put down the bowl and his face was a little ugly.

There was a strange taste of bitter, salty and sour in his mouth. It seemed that there was still a greasy feeling on his tongue. Mo Yi took a deep breath and tried to suppress the nausea in his throat.

After all, he has been well respected and treated for so many years. Even if he can bear hardships again, he is still astringent.

Mo Yi's brows are locked, and his stomach is also a little tumultuous.

At this time, something hard against his soft lips, and then by a clever force, force pushed in, hit his hard teeth, sliding into his mouth.

Sweet and fragrant fruit fragrance instantly diffused, over the mouth that disgusting strange taste.

Mo Yi with fruit sugar, a small piece of cheek bulging out on one side, he looked at his side in a bit of a daze.

Song Qizheng sits in a critical position and looks down at his fingertips on his knees. His face is straight and firm, as if the person who did that was not himself.

Mo Yi couldn't help bending his eyes and whispered: "thank you very much. It's sweet."

After that, he turned his face, reached out and picked up the black bread on one side and continued to gnaw with his eyes down.

Looking at Mo Yi turning his eyes, Song Qi also raised his eyes, a pair of light colored pupil eyes tightly staring at Mo Yi's side face, and his face was secretive.

He raised his fingers that had just touched Mo Yi's lips, and the soft, slightly rough feeling of his thirst seemed to stay on his fingertips.

Song Qi took his fingertips to his lips and licked them gently.

The thin lips are in silence with a tiny arc.

Yes, it's sweet.

The hours of the morning end quickly.

Mo Yi got up from the low bench and walked out of the restaurant with the rest of the players.

According to the timetable, the next time should be the class time of the orphanage.

Guided by the broken map, they passed through the circular hall and went to the depth of a corridor.

Mo Yi followed the last side of the team. While walking in silence, Mo Yi outlined the general outline of the orphanage in his heart: the first corridor, which is also the longest one, is the rest room and toilet for orphans. All players are scattered in one room after another.

The second corridor next to it is the shortest, with only one room, which is the dining room for orphans at the end of the corridor.

The third corridor is lined with libraries and toy rooms, which are nested together - exactly where they are now heading.

On the fourth corridor, the marks on the map are very dirty and fuzzy, and even some damaged. The only thing that can be seen clearly is in the dean's room which is the most outside. The marks in other places have been damaged and completely unrecognized.

Mo Yi immersed in his own thoughts and walked forward.The fruit sugar in his mouth had almost completely melted away, so he chewed and ate the remaining irregular sugar dregs. The extremely rich fruit flavor exploded in his mouth, making him squint slightly without leaving any trace.

In fact, Mo Yi has always been fond of sweets, but he has always been very good at hiding his real preferences and erasing the traces of his own maverick to avoid exposing his weaknesses. Therefore, few people know his sweet taste.

Since entering the copy, Song Qi basically gave him sweets.

Mo Yi pursed his lips thoughtfully, and quickly reviewed his performance after entering the copy at the bottom of his heart to make sure that he did not show obvious preference for sweets.

Song did not like sweet food.

Then why does he put so many sweets into the copy? Is it for the high calorie and portability of candy?

It seems to make sense?

Just then the procession stopped.

Mo Yi blinked and threw all kinds of out of tune guesses to his mind, and looked up to the front of the team.

They have reached the door of the library by now.

The dark corridor is long and winding, and the hall behind is shining with a faint halo in the distant place. Half of the door in front of us is soaked in the half darkness. A small half of the sign on the door is lost, and the other half is covered with old dirt. It is hard to see the small words "library".

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