Mo Yi frowned, looking at these foggy photos, but his thoughts seemed to be shrouded in these fogs, and he couldn't figure out why.
At this moment, Yu Li's doubtful voice came from behind: "Eh? It's strange, these photos just now are not like this."
Mo Yi's heart tightened, and he turned to look at her:
"What was that like?"
His eyeballs are very dark, and when he stares at people right and wrong, it always gives people the illusion of facing the blade.
Seemingly uncomfortable being looked at by Mo Yi, Yu Li subconsciously looked away, turned her head to think for a while, and then replied with some uncertainty:
"It seemed to be...a picture of a corridor, maybe?"
Mo Yi was taken aback, and turned his gaze to Jiang Yuanbai: "Do you have a watch?"
Jiang Yuanbai was a little confused, so he nodded: "Yes, yes, what's the matter?"
"Do the math, is it still the end of get out of class time?" Mo Yi said every word, speaking accurately and clearly.
"Yes." Shen Lei on the side suddenly said, looking at Mo Yi thoughtfully.
Mo Yi nodded, and looked at Yu Li again:
"You said that when you looked at these photos just now, they haven't changed much... right? When is the last time you can remember seeing it?"
Yu Li frowned and thought for a while, then replied: "Probably, before those photos started to be active? I'm not sure."
Mo Yi's eyes were bright: "The photos were disturbed because Jiang Yuanbai and I came in, so the photos started to move after we came in—that is to say, before we entered the illusion, the pictures in these photos were all stairs?"
"It should be like this." Yu Li nodded.
Mo Yi went on to say:
"And Jiang Yuanbai and I happened to enter the illusion with the get out of class bell, and outside the illusion, after the get out of class bell rang..."
"...there will be fog!" Jiang Yuanbai couldn't help taking the conversation loudly after being stunned.
Shen Lei couldn't help but take a step forward, looking at Mo Yi with piercing eyes:
"You mean, this photo will become a... window after pulling people in? In other words, the scenery in this photo is actually what it looks like outside the illusion."
Mo Yi nodded, then shook his head hesitantly: "There are too few clues, these are just my guesses one by one."
"However..." He changed the subject and continued: "If my guess is correct, the good news is that the time lapse in the illusion is the same as outside the illusion, and you can pass the level if you stay here for five hours. "
As if they saw the hope of living, everyone couldn't help but shine.
Shen Lei suddenly said, "What about the bad news?"
The relaxed atmosphere just now became solemn in an instant, and several people cast their eyes on Mo Yi in unison.
The cold and spiteful eyes of the previous photo of the severed arm flashed through his mind, Mo Yi hesitated for a moment, and then replied:
"Since after the murder, the photo becomes a window that can communicate illusion and reality.
So... where did the former portraits in the photos go? "
Although his voice was not loud, what he said was as cold as ice.
Yes, where did you go? Did it just disappear
No one can persuade themselves to accept this more relaxed inference without any grievances. After all, in the world of escape games, even ordinary things can be fatal, let alone this extremely ominous photo at first sight
Everyone was lost in thought.
— Mo Yi is the same.
However, he was thinking about something else.
Mo Yi caressed the notebooks and folders in his hands unconsciously, his fingers slowly tightened, their cold edges and corners biting his palm, the rough texture was almost hard to ignore.
Since... In this illusion, staying in this blind spot without photos, as long as you survive the remaining time, you can pass the level.
So, is there any need for him to continue searching
Suddenly, Jiang Yuanbai's excited voice sounded in his ear: "Look!"
Mo Yi withdrew his thoughts, raised his head, and looked in the direction Jiang Yuanbai was pointing at, only to see that the scenes in the photos hanging in the air were slowly changing, and the white mist cleared away within a few seconds, revealing Brand new stairwell.
Shen Lei turned his eyes to look at him, and his tone didn't know whether he was relieved or complicated: "...it seems that your guess is right, these photos have indeed become a window to communicate illusion and reality. It seems that we are saved."
The atmosphere relaxed for a long time.
Mo Yi looked at them, smiled, made up his mind, then lowered his head and opened the folder.
He is destined not to be a mere optimist.
Because he never believed in luck or coincidence.
— or wait.
He rubbed the rough surface of the folder with his fingertips, and the files inside the folder exuded a damp smell that had not been exposed to sunlight all year round, while the pages were surprisingly white as new, as if they had been preserved outside of the entire time.
Mo Yi sat down cross-legged and buried his head in the thin pages of the document. He had already read most of the content in it. He briefly browsed through it, and after making sure that he didn't miss anything, he went on to read the document. Where you read it for the first time, continue to flip backwards.
Unexpectedly, there is only the last page left.
There was only a single line on the empty paper:
"On November 14, 1995, the file was sealed."
Mo Yi's eyebrows slowly frowned. He had roughly calculated that 204 days before the college entrance examination in 1996, it was probably November 14, 1995—so, in this way, the day when the file was sealed happened to be the day of that classroom. When time stands still.
So what does archiving mean? Zhao Qiulan's death
-and many more.
Mo Yi realized something was wrong, and hastily turned a page back.
That page was no different from the last time he flipped through it. There were densely packed small red letters on the whole page, and at the end was the first-level punishment in bold and bold on September 1, 1994.
The end of this page is September 1994, but the next page jumps directly to November 1995! But during this entire year, there was nothing on the file!
Even if there is no punishment record, there should be data such as grades.
He turned to the next page again. The fingertips slowly brushed the gap between the two pages, and the fingertips felt uneven. There should have been a few more pages here, but they were taken away.
No wonder he felt that this file was astonishingly thin, it was because it was originally an incomplete file!
Nine three three, Yan Wuzu, seven one two, Wu Wuming.
In this prompt, there is still the last sentence "Yan Wuzu" that I don't have a clue about. So, does it have something to do with those few pages of missing files
Mo Yi's brows were tightly furrowed, and there was a mist in his dark eyes.
Suddenly, a hand patted Mo Yi's shoulder lightly, and Shen Lei's voice rang in his ear: "What are you looking at?"
Mo Yi pulled away from his thoughts, glanced at Shen Lei who came over, and replied: "I looked at the file I got on the second floor before, I think it may be helpful to us."
Shen Lei moved closer, looked down at the page in his hand, stretched out his hand and pulled out the last page, looked at it for a while, and frowned: "Maybe."
As he spoke, he put the paper back into the folder in Mo Yi's hand, tapped the paper with the fingertips of his right hand, and said in a deep voice:
"However, our primary purpose now is to stay here for as long as possible to escape, and, don't you still say that the people in those photos are a threat? Instead of studying this, we should be vigilant about our surroundings."
Mo Yi's eyes unconsciously fell on his knuckles.
Shen Lei's fingers were long and slender, with well-defined joints, but obviously due to years of smoking, the space between his index finger and middle finger was yellowed by tobacco smoke.
He looked away without any trace, then closed the folder with his hand, raised his head to look at Shen Lei, and said sincerely: "You're right, it's really not the time to do this now, I'm too stubborn."
He paused, and continued: "What's more, Sister Yu Li is still injured so badly, how about this... You go and take care of her first, and Jiang Yuanbai and I will watch out for the surroundings, and we will change after a while."
Shen Lei hesitated for a while, but finally nodded and walked towards Yu Li.
Seeing Shen Lei walking beside Yu Li, Mo Yi tried to stand up, but failed several times. He turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanbai in some frustration, and stretched out his armband to him: "Give me a hand, my legs are a little numb."
His palm was hanging in the air, his fingers were long and thin, and the thin flesh wrapped around his thin and lonely wrist, which looked as if it would break if it was folded.
Jiang Yuanbai smiled helplessly, then walked over obediently, and pulled him up with all his strength.
At the moment when their shoulders intertwined, he heard Mo Yi's deliberately low voice drifting into his ears:
"—Be careful, Shen Lei is a counterfeit."
The author has something to say: a little explanation, the illusion is actually similar to a parallel world, built on the reference object (stairs), the empty portrait is like a window between the two parallel worlds, so the protagonist can be in the illusion , see the scene in the real school through it.