The scene in front of him suddenly changed.
They stood on an endless staircase, surrounded by a boundless darkness, countless large or small photos hung in the void.
The gloomy photo frames framed expressionless faces, staring blankly at the two standing on the stairs.
Mo Yi turned around and looked behind him.
Although the stairwell was still there when they came in, it was no longer connected to the previous corridor, but turned into a dark void—and Mo Yi didn't want to know what would happen if he fell down.
Suddenly, a pale arm stretched out from a photo without warning, grabbed Mo Yi's wrist like lightning, and dragged him into the photo.
The cold touch penetrated into the bone marrow along the skin, making the scalp tingling, and Mo Yi felt as if his wrist was bound by steel, pulling him with an astonishing force, and forcibly pulled him several steps in a few seconds .
Oops!
Seeing that he was about to be dragged into the photo, Mo Yi panicked and fell backwards, his body sank, using his own gravity to counteract the strength of that arm.
Jiang Yuanbai strode forward, took this opportunity to swing his axe, and slashed at the pale arm.
The arm snapped open, the cut was neat and pale, not a single drop of blood flowed out, and it slowly retracted into the photo. And the hand clasped on Mo Yi's wrist turned into powder the moment it fell off.
Mo Yi was panting while sitting on the stairs, the sound of blood rushing against his eardrums, the excessive pressure made his eyes darken, the cold sweat on his back stuck his clothes tightly to his body, and the cold touch penetrated into his skin.
He looked down at his wrist.
The skin that hadn't seen the sun for a long time was weak and pale, and the bluish-purple finger marks on it were even more shocking. Mo Yi moved his wrist slightly, and a tingling pain like a needle prick appeared instantly.
Jiang Yuanbai was also quite surprised: "Are you okay?"
Mo Yi shook his head feebly: "...it's okay."
He stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Yuanbai's hand extended to him, and stood up with all his strength. It was hard to say whose hands were colder, but they both trembled a little.
Mo Yi stood up and looked into the picture of the outstretched arm.
I saw that the person in that photo was no longer the expressionless face before, but was looking at him with resentment, a pair of black eyes spit out malice like snake letters, and stared at them firmly.
— like being alive.
And at this moment, the photos around her began to vibrate! One pale arm after another protruded from the photo, then elongated, and reached out to them with open palms.
Their hearts skipped a beat, and they started running into the distance at the same time.
Every time they passed by, the photos of one place were disturbed. Mo Yi looked back sideways, and his heart tightened for a moment.
There are densely packed hands behind them, like waves of arms and fingers, scrambling to reach out to them, even looking at them makes people feel hairy.
Mo Yi turned his head and continued to run forward. The stairs in front of him seemed to have no end in sight, extending into the depths of darkness.
A thought crossed his mind and sent chills through him—that sooner or later they would run out of strength and be caught.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side unexpectedly, grabbed his ankle like an iron hoop, and yanked him to the ground!
Mo Yi's head hit the stairs, warm blood flowed down his cheeks, he gritted his teeth to hold back the sound in his throat, his eyes darkened.
Hearing the voice behind him, Jiang Yuanbai stopped climbing the stairs, gritted his teeth, turned around, swung the fire ax in his hand, and chopped off the palm tightly holding onto Mo Yi's ankle.
The pale hand turned into powder at the moment it was severed, and the remaining severed arm slowly retracted, but more arms took advantage of this opportunity and rushed over like a wave, climbing onto the two's calves, Drag them back.
Ruined.
Mo Yi's heart sank.
Suddenly, there was a piercing scream, and a small silver-white thing passed over his head, and was thrown into the pile of arms.
Those arms stopped moving in an instant, and even the hands holding Mo Yi lost their strength and looped loosely around his legs.
Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanbai took the opportunity to break free from their shackles.
A familiar deep voice sounded not far away: "Here!"
Mo Yi looked up and saw Shen Lei standing in front and waving at them. His messy clothes were still stained with blood. Although he looked in a state of distress, he still had everything he needed.
The two were refreshed, and their tired limbs seemed to be injected with new power in an instant, and they ran towards him at the fastest speed.
The arm behind him started to squirm again as if he had woken up, Shen Lei grabbed them, then turned around at a gap, and the three of them staggered into an empty space.
Those arms wandered outside, searching and groping.
Shen Lei slowly put his fingers on his lips and made a silent gesture.
Mo Yi understood. Covering the mouth and nose with the palm of your hand, you forced all the panting sounds into your throat without making a sound. All I could hear was the beating of my heart and the rustling of my palms.
After an unknown period of time, those palms seemed to finally give up, and then slowly retracted.
Shen Lei tiptoed out, looked around carefully, then turned around and nodded at them, indicating that everyone can speak up.
Only then did Mo Yi put down his palm, and the warm touch dripped down from his hanging fingertips. He looked down in a daze, only to find that the back of his hand was already wet with blood from his forehead, and the bright red marks were like snakes. Climbing on pale skin, bright and piercing.
He blinked slowly, feeling dizzy and dizzy.
Shen Lei came over, helped him to treat the wound briefly, and then said: "It should be some concussion, it's okay, I guess it will recover soon, but I've used up all the hemostatic bandages, I'm afraid this is the only way to do it now .”
Jiang Yuanbai on the side uttered with lingering fear: "...what is that thing just now?"
"I don't know." Shen Lei shook his head concisely, looked up at Jiang Yuanbai, and then explained:
"What I do know is that they look for their prey by photo and will be chased if they get in their sights. The good news is that once they're out of sight, they can dodge without making a sound."
"The bad news is, they're everywhere."
A thin voice suddenly appeared from beside him, sounding a little weak, startled Jiang Yuanbai, he looked along the voice, and saw a woman sitting in a corner, her face was pale, her right arm joint was empty, and there was blood Oozed from the white bandage.
Perhaps it was because her breath was too weak, or because the situation just now was too tense, Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanbai didn't notice her existence at first.
"Yu Li." The woman introduced herself feebly: "This is my second game."
Jiang Yuanbai blinked, and said in a low voice: "I am Jiang Yuanbai, and this is my second game. Sitting over there is Mo Yi. This is his first time coming in."
Yu Li smiled and shrugged slightly: "Unfortunately, I can't shake hands with you."
Shen Lei stood aside, lit a cigarette, lightly held the cigarette holder between his teeth, and said with some fatigue between his brows and eyes: "The difficulty of this game is at least A, and I found it unusual from the very beginning: 11 people live for 5 hours, so many people, but this is the first time I have encountered a game with such a short survival time.”
He paused, and continued: "It seems that I still underestimated the difficulty of this time. Up to now, only the two of us are left alive. But you, when we separated, I really didn't expect that you would survive until now."
What Shen Lei said was straightforward.
But Jiang Yuanbai didn't feel offended much.
He trembled with lingering fear, and briefly talked about his experience after being separated from Shen Lei and his party. From the secret room on the second floor to the photo illusion, and then to the disappearing fourth floor, even though the words were concise, the thrills were still thrilling .
Shen Lei and Yu Li were taken aback when they heard this.
In the end, Jiang Yuanbai concluded: "To be honest, I didn't expect that I would live until now. If it wasn't for Mo Yi, I would have died long ago."
In the end, he added half jokingly and half emotionally: "Brother Mo is really amazing!"
It's kind of scary.
When they were talking, Mo Yi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his dizziness had not yet fully recovered, he seemed to hear someone say his name in a trance, so he looked up, but was startled by the scene in front of him .
They were all staring at him, especially Shen Lei and Yu Li. They were looking at him in amazement, with complicated eyes, as if they were observing some rare animal.
"..." Mo Yi's back was a little hairy, "What's wrong?"
"Young man, is this really your first time?"
Mo Yi: "..."
Although he knew what the other party wanted to ask, but... why did this sentence sound so strange.
Mo Yi was about to say something, but his gaze accidentally fell on the photo frame behind them. He froze for a second, then straightened his back involuntarily, carefully examining the surrounding environment.
Although this place has not been attacked, there are still photos floating around. However, unlike other photos outside, there are no blurry and weird portraits in the photo frame here, but a blank white.
Mo Yi looked at Shen Lei thoughtfully, and then changed the subject: "How did you find this blind spot?"
"We didn't find this blind spot."
Shen Lei was silent for a while, then replied:
"Every photo kills one person, and it becomes like this... And here, we have the most dead people, so it becomes a dead end."
The atmosphere was a little heavy for a while.
Mo Yi didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only stare at the photo behind Shen Lei and ponder over it.
And he seemed to have discovered something. Mo Yi frowned, hesitated for a second, then stood up with the floor propped up, and walked slowly towards one of the photos.
He looked closer.
If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all. The white in those photos seems to be dynamic, like a thick fluid, slowly flowing in the same direction.
It's like fog.