Chapter 58

Lies in dye skill comforts in, other players soon scattered, separately looking for clues.

Mo Yi stands in place and doesn't move. His eyes are somewhat complicated, staring at the bodies of the two players on the floor.

Their bodies twisted strangely, as if suffering from great pain, curled up on the floor, their ferocious faces were completely covered by shocking red rash, and the thin blood thread slowly flowed out along the seven orifices.

The blackened face of the corpse was shrinking slowly, but at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The blood flowing from the lips, eyes and nose drips down the dirty wooden floor along the curve of the face, trickles into the cracks on the floor, and then is sucked clean by a drop.

Mo Yi subconsciously nearly pursed his lips. His lips, which were not plump, became more and more pale at the moment, and even turned white because of his efforts.

He finally took a deep look at the corpse on the ground, then turned and walked to the window.

Out of the window of the rich dark sky, flashing cold, emotionless blue numbers, as if not affected by any external factors to change the last number.

4: Mo Yi gazed into the air, and his dark pupils seemed to reflect the small blue numbers, and his emotions were deep.

It's been more than two hours since we entered the replica.

There are five nursery rhymes in all, which are directly sung by them in this passage.

Outside the house, the twisted man hummed "crooked man," the staccato music box with "three blind Mie," and "ring-a-ring-o'roses," which had just been repeated in children's voices at the stairway

Every time this nursery rhyme rings, it will take several lives.

The nursery rhyme is just once an hour.

Mo Yi's eyes are slightly heavy.

Let's talk about the "seven days" in the game tips, and the length of the game. The relevance is self-evident.

An hour, a nursery rhyme, a nursery rhyme, a kill.

If he guessed right, there should be no danger in this hour and the rest of the time.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and turned to look behind him.

The staircase leading to the second floor, with its dark entrance, was standing in the middle of the hall, stretching upward into the darkness.

His eyes flashed, and there was a trace of firmness between his eyes, and he walked slowly towards the stairway.

At this time, Mo Yi felt his cuff was pulled by a gentle force.

He was stunned and turned his eyes to the source of strength.

Only see ran standing beside him speechless. He doesn't seem to know how to open his mouth. He just looks at him in silence.

Mo Yi's face does not change: "nursery rhyme and time relationship, you should also have figured it out."

Yu Ran's eyes are a little complicated, and he gives a low "um".

Mo Yi laughed and said, "well, since this is the case, you don't have to worry about it."

Yu Ran takes a look at him and sighs deeply. At last, he feels a little relieved and says:

"that Be careful

Mo Yi showed a shallow smile, and after a brief thanks, he turned around and walked up the stairs without stopping.

The straight and thin back is slowly engulfed by the dark, blocking behind the projection of the meaning of the unknown line of sight.

The uneven wooden stairs under his feet "creak" with his steps, which is boring and harsh in the cold and dark staircases.

In front of us and around us is a thick, almost condensed entity of darkness, whether in front of the road or the side of the armrest are shrouded, in the flashlight light revealed a fuzzy and ugly outline.

The cold breath penetrates the thin shirt without any hindrance, invades the texture, stimulates the sensitive peripheral nerves, and makes the skin behind Mo Yi's neck involuntarily get a layer of goose bumps.

At this time, there was a low voice of fog around me. The cold and deep voice almost caused a faint vibration in the air:

"she seems to care about you."

Mo Yi didn't expect that he would suddenly open his mouth, and couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

He turned his head and looked at the profile of his face, which was obscured by the fog. He thought that no one else could hear their conversation at the moment, so he said directly:

"she Mo Yi pauses thoughtfully, and then goes on blandly:

"it can only be said that he has more kindness than others."

He narrowed his eyes and watched the torchlight cast a twisted halo on the stairs in front of him.

Reflected in the dark pupil of his eyes, the light flashed in the dark.

He gave a gentle smile, careless words, with the indifference that I didn't realize:

"most of the players left are senior players, who can't see the obvious connection between time and Nursery Rhymes - they just don't have the courage to come up."With your toes, you can see that in the darkness above the stairs, there must be dangers everywhere. If you are careless, you will be in danger of death. In addition, with the nursery rhyme at the entrance of the stairs just now, their instinctive fear of danger, unknown and darkness makes them dare not take more actions.

After all The connection is just a guess.

No matter how reasonable, it is also a conjecture.

No one is crazy enough to gamble his life on the correctness of this conjecture.

The longer the players live, the more they cherish their lives.

So, they're waiting for a volunteer victim.

Mo Yi's actions are what they are happy to see. No matter whether he is alive or dead on the top, he is helpful to them. It is a business with great profits and no harm.

And Yu Ran His heart is just not so hard, so he will step forward and try to stop his near death behavior.

Mo Yi looks light, continues to go to the top of the stairs, the dark eyes are almost inhuman indifference and reason.

Fog slightly side head, top ground staring at Mo Yi's side face, light gray pupil precipitation of unknown emotions.

He gave a low chuckle and stopped talking.

Not long after that, Mo Yi finally stepped on the last step.

The dust from the soles of shoes will appear in the light of the flashlight, slowly floating up and down. All the rest of the place is covered by thick darkness. Everything seems to be swallowed up in the abyss as far as possible, even the light of the flashlight can not penetrate.

Stale wood structure, moldy smell, mixed with the smell of dust and light bloody smell, it is particularly choking nose.

Mo Yi suppresses the impulse to rub his nose and holds up a flashlight to illuminate the road ahead. Just as he is about to go forward, his pace suddenly stops.

Just now, emotional entanglement flashed on the face which was cold to almost no emotion.

"That..."

Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds and hesitated to say:

"can you let go of my hand now?"

On the face of the fog, he still had a serious face I'm afraid you're afraid. "

Mo Yi:

？？？

Seeing that he couldn't stop, there was a trace of obvious pity on the misty surface. He had to slowly release the finger that was stained with the other party's temperature. The action was deliberately long and hesitant, and the tangled fingers separated into two hands.

Finally, after wrapping Mo Yi's slender and symmetrical knuckles without trace, the mist released his hand with a face of righteousness.

Mo Yi is a little confused: I don't know if it's his illusion. He always feels the other side You seem to enjoy physical contact with him?

He glanced subconsciously at his side, his eyes gliding across the side of his face, which had no emotional fluctuation, like a feather.

It's probably an illusion.

Mo Yi thought about it.

But He's not very exclusive.

He stepped forward, and his foot felt different from that on the stairs. It seemed as if he had been carpeted, absorbing all the footfalls. He could only hear the dull sound echoing upstairs.

Mo Yi slowed down his pace carefully and walked forward slowly.

At this time, he suddenly encountered something hard under his feet, and made a harsh metal sound, which was particularly loud and clear in the narrow and long dark space, almost making people feel nervous.

Mo Yi can't help being scared.

He took a sudden step back, pressing his wrist, and the light of his flashlight shone at his feet.

I saw a music box on my way. The mottled and peeling metal shell glowed with cold light under the light, which seemed to be old.

As a result of being kicked, at the moment, he was overturning to the ground, and the box was half opened with a narrow gap.

Mo Yi's action stops for a moment, bends down to pick up the music box carefully.

It was heavy, heavy, and heavy in his hand, and the cold touch came along the metal shell, giving a strange, uncomfortable feeling.

This is probably the music box that played nursery rhymes an hour ago.

The pointed faces of the three ugly, fur turned out, ferocious needles and threads were vividly printed in his retina, and the strong stench of blood on their bodies, together with the piercing shrieks, reappeared in his memory.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, ignoring the discomfort in his heart and opened the lid.

To his surprise, the inside of the music box is different from its appearance.

The faded velvet cushion was surrounded by two small people, one was a little girl in a long skirt, the other was a little boy in shorts, two small men seemed to be made of ceramics, holding hands, and there was still a smile on the worn face due to time.

Although the remaining gold paint on the little girl's head still flickered quietly, her hands and arms were basically broken. She stood on the velvet cushion with difficulty, and the little boy's body also had different degrees of wear and tear.Mo Yi turned the box to the side, and his fingers rubbed on the cold metal surface of the music box and touched a prominent handle.

Its wind seems to be loose, and it should not be able to make sound for a while and a half.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then turned the box back to the front and looked at it again.

Inside the lid of the music box, there is a broken mirror.

It looks like the dust is all over the mirror, and it's very sad.

At the bottom of the mirror, it seems that there is a line of flowery characters written in gilt handwriting. Due to the long history, it has been blurred, and it is almost impossible to see what is written on it.

Mo Yi frowned, narrowed his eyes and approached, carefully identifying the contents above.

His close face was reflected on the broken mirror.

At this time, Mo Yi's Yu Guang Piao

Not far behind him stood a vague figure.

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