Chapter 61

Mo Yi speeds up the pace, goes to the dark door, and climbs down the wooden ladder that hasn't been put away.

Just after landing, I saw the fog standing in the window and watching him quietly. The light blue light emitted by the countdown outside the window came in, and it was plated on his side face. Even his light gray pupils reflected a little light blue light.

He held up a knuckled finger, gently pressed it on his lip, and made a mouth pattern:

Shhh.

Mo Yi eyes a Lin, stopped the action in the hand, attentively listens.

Only heard a sound of slow friction outside the door, as if something was crawling against the ground. The wooden floor with carpet made a dull squeak, which was very strange in the darkness and stillness.

In the distance came the shallow humming, which was not thin wall and door, and could not be heard clearly.

The soft male voice is getting closer and closer. The indistinct repeated humming is introduced into the eardrum through the boundless darkness, which vaguely affects the human heart and nerve.

It's too late to leave the second floor.

Mo Yi stares at the dark door and holds his breath subconsciously.

Darkness and silence sharpened his senses. Even the slightest sound could enter his mind, as if everything around him had been magnified and magnified without limit.

The beating of the heart is like a drum beating. It is contracting and pulsating, hitting his ears faster and faster, mixing with his deliberately lowered breath, shaking every nerve of his body.

The sound of friction is getting closer and closer, and the sound of "Chucha" appears regular and monotonous. The sound of friction seems to be mixed with the sound of rolling and scratching.

The soft male voice is singing a vague nursery rhyme in a low voice, which makes people feel scared at the bottom of my heart.

A pale hand picked up the door frame, and the black muddy blood flowed slowly down the twisted door frame. Then, the hand suddenly fell and advanced a large part into the door.

Mo Yi couldn't help breathing. His eyes seemed to be pulled by him and stayed firmly on his hand.

The whole arm was exposed - including a clean, flat fracture at the back of the arm.

This is a broken arm that can move itself!

Pale fingers clung to the cracks in the floor and wriggled forward, leaving behind a thick tar colored bloodstain.

The sound of purr was heard.

A head rolled to the door, a pale face pressed against the floor, and looked at Mo Yi standing in the room without expression.

A pair of dark, no emotion turbid eyes seem not to focus in general, people can not help but cold.

He squirmed his pale lips and hummed softly:

" he-had-left-legs-and-arms-lying-all-over-the-room……”

Mo Yi's breath is short, and he slowly clenches his hands according to the wooden stairs. His muscles in his arms exert force secretly. His eyes are tightly fixed on the terrible scene in front of him, and his face is tight.

He's waiting.

The split body wriggled up with him, and his legs and feet with neat fracture came into Mo Yi's view. His limbs, which were originally climbing towards the stairway, changed their direction and moved towards Mo Yi.

The pale head rolled in.

"There-was-a-man, a-very-untidy-man."

Mo Yi's thoughts flashed like lightning in his mind, and he found the corresponding content in his mind.

He no longer stayed a second longer, climbing the wooden ladder, climbing up with the fastest speed.

The heart beat desperately in the chest, almost to the throat. Mo Yi's remaining light saw that the pale hand attacking him also accelerated the speed and rushed straight to him.

It's only a fraction of a millimeter away that can hold him by the corner!

Just then, the mist, which had been standing in the dark, moved, and he took a step forward.

With his action, an endless gray fog suddenly spread behind him, squeezing every trace of air, surging forward with a clear distinction, emitting endless pressure and terror, and attacking the broken hand directly!

The pale broken hand froze for a moment.

The head also changed its expressionless face. A pale face was occupied by resentment and fear. It looked even more strange. A pair of turbid eyes were closely staring at the spreading fog, and there was no trace of bright pupil in the dark It's full of fear.

Taking advantage of the opportunity that it froze, Mo Yi quickened his speed and rushed up the attic with one last lunge. Then he stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the secret door and closed it with one force. The wooden staircase shrank and folded with his action, and the secret door was pulled up into the attic.

The secret door closed tightly at last, blocking the treacherous sight from the pale head.

Dust in their own side slowly stirring, the smell of blood more pungent.Mo Yi gasps, his eyes drooping, covering his tight pupils with a look of lingering palpitation in the center.

He pressed his slightly trembling hand on the still vaguely shaking attic floor, and the rapid heartbeat and rapid breathing sound in his ears, almost occupied all his thoughts.

Mo Yi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

It was too close.

According to the experience of previous critical moments, if we do not get close enough, we will not be able to hear the specific content of nursery rhymes.

This may be one of the rules in the replica that increases the difficulty in case they get the clue too easily.

So when he was down there, he had to take risks.

In previous experiences, besides him, there were other people on the scene. The targets of those monsters were scattered. In addition, he was very concerned about this kind of things, which made it easier to get clues.

And this time, he was the monster's only target.

Mo Yiqu sat on the ground, slowly regaining his breath while sorting out his thoughts.

there was a man, a very untidy man,

who fingers could nowhere be found to put in his Tom.

he had rolled his head far under the bed;

He had left left left and arms lying all over the roo

[there was a man, a very untidy man, whose fingers could not be found everywhere and could not be put into the grave. His head rolled deep into the bed, his hands and feet scattered all over the room. 】

Mo Yi lowered his eyes and fell on the dusty wood crevice on the floor of the attic, as if he wanted to penetrate the flimsy wood and look down.

He breathed softly, listening to the friction of the ground downstairs, the rolling sound of his head, and the murmur of a murmur as he slowly left.

The sound gets smaller and smaller, and then it fades away.

Mo Yi let out a long breath, and his nervous system finally relaxed.

At this time, the air in front of him suddenly appeared a shallow wave. Mo Yi was stunned, staring at it.

Only the light gray fog slowly gathered, and then appeared a familiar figure in the open space of the attic.

He looked normal, but his face was obviously quite pale. His pale gray eyes became more and more profound. When he was staring at people, he looked so focused that he was palpable.

Mo Yi was stunned and thought of the scene he had just glimpsed before the dark door closed.

-- the tall man stands in the thick gray fog, the outline of his face is blurred by the fog, and his cold eyes are full of momentum, which makes people suffocate with horror.

Mo Yi almost recalled the silent terror he felt when he saw the slow spreading fog in the corridor of the first copy.

He stood up with his palm on the wall beside him, walked a few steps in the direction of the fog, and asked with some hesitation:

" Are you ok? "

The face of the fog was calm and soft. The momentum just now seemed to have been completely restrained. It seemed that he was just a beautiful ordinary person, and he gave a low "um" sound.

Mo Yi frowned.

I don't know if it is my own illusion, the body shape of fog It seems a little transparent compared to just now?

The fog looked at him steadily and said, "the rule of the game is that I can't get involved in any situation of the copy."

He paused, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, adding, "the rules of the copy exclude me from it."

Mo Yi thought of his first copy of the fatal fog that spread after the bell rang. He nodded and said he knew.

Misty looked at him deeply and continued: "now if I have already disturbed some of the rules of the game, it has begun to repel me. If I stay in this copy in this state, the difficulty of the game will be greatly increased."

At this time, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something and asked, "when the last copy is about to end, you disappeared for a long time. Is that why?"

The lip line of mist is tight, nodded slowly.

"Next, I will probably stay invisible in the real world and follow you. After all, in the replica, my power is still much stronger than in the real world, and my sleep time will be shorter."

Mo Yi tightly frowned, a pair of extremely dark eyes fixed on him: "why?"

The fog froze.

"Why are you following me all the time?" he asked slowlyMo Yi took a step forward and approached him. His pale face was revealed. His dark eyes looked at him and continued: "in the copy, in the real world, even if you are excluded by the rules of the game, you have to follow me in an invisible form. Why do you want to do so?"

He pauses and adds:

"in the last copy, you owe me a question, remember?"

The face of fog is still calm, but the light colored eyes do not know why with a trace of strange sadness.

However, Mo Yi's eyes were fixed again, and he returned to his calm and indifferent manner:

"I can't say."

Mo Yi is not very surprised by this answer.

He knows that the information control between players and players, players and non players is extremely strict, and it seems that he can not understand his own NPCs.

He couldn't help being a little discouraged.

Just listen to the mist and say in a low voice:

"but you know, I won't hurt you."

Mo Yi is stunned. He looks up at him, but he can see that his body is slowly disappearing. His light gray eyes like fog are also slowly scattered into the air, and several wisps of fog spread to him here.

Next, he felt his pinkie tick lightly.

Mo Yi sighed helplessly.

…… All right.

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