The darkness, the endless darkness entangled and pulled his limbs, pulling him into the endless abyss.
Everything seemed to be shattered and faded, and then re-melted into the darkness of eternal night.
This feels so familiar...
Like... like that nightmare he's been having...
Mo Yi was in a daze, clenched the photo frame in his hand in vain, letting its hard and cold edges touch his chest and abdomen, reminding him that he is not in a dream now.
Suddenly, a bone-chilling feeling hit, and the monstrous malice and resentment almost condensed into reality, merged with the surrounding darkness, and then surged towards Mo Yi.
It was as if the whole world wanted to put him to death!
The alarms all over the body sounded desperately! Screams warn of danger coming!
Mo Yi only felt his whole body was cold, and the sudden fear seemed like a pair of disembodied hands wrapped around his throat, choking the air out of his chest. The feeling of death was so close that one could only tremble and wait for it to come.
However, when the resentment approached, it seemed to stop.
The photo frame in my arms suddenly started to vibrate violently!
The resentment that paused seemed like a beast that had found its prey, or a shark that smelled blood, changed its direction, and then swooped fiercely and cruelly at the photo frame!
Mo Yi felt a strong force rushing towards the photo frame, knocking him out heavily, and a sweet and rusty smell of iron rose in his chest instantly.
He finally touched the ground.
Mo Yi struggled to squeeze out a painful gasp, and curled up on the sticky and wet ground. The whole body was in pain and almost fell apart, but it was nothing compared to the tearing pain in his left leg... probably from a fall.
There is a damp and musty smell lingering in the nose, just like in the corridor.
He raised his eyelids with difficulty and looked to the side.
The surroundings were no longer the darkness without a ray of light before, but turned into a dull, muddy gray, hazy, just enough for him to see the appearance around him clearly.
I saw that the silver photo frame was already broken at this moment, as if it had been corroded, distorted and scorched black, as if it had suffered some inhuman torture, lying beside him in a desperate posture.
Mo Yi knew in his heart that the force that was about to tear him apart was originally aimed at him, but changed direction when it touched the photo frame. It can even be said that this photo frame blocked a blow for him.
He couldn't imagine what he would look like if he didn't fall with this photo frame.
Mo Yi couldn't help but let out a hoarse cough from his throat. His lungs were like a broken bellows. Every time he coughed, he pulled up the wounds all over his body, and the pain was unbearable.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a strange thing that landed right in the middle of the distorted photo frame.
Mo Yi was taken aback.
Subconsciously, he felt, this was the answer he was looking for.
So, perhaps born with a high pain tolerance, he struggled to his feet, limped over, then bent down and picked it up.
It was a crumpled page.
There is only a familiar graffiti on the paper, scribbled and casual, like a child's unconscious essay, at first glance, it seems to be a deformed bird.
Mo Yi was stunned for a second, and a blurry image flashed in his mind - this pattern was drawn on the blackboard in Zhao Qiulan's classroom.
The only unexplained sentence in the reminder suddenly jumped into my mind with incomparable clarity: Yan Wuzu.
Mo Yi's heart was pounding, and he reached out to turn the paper over.
The light on the paper was so bright that Mo Yi felt dizzy before his eyes, so he couldn't help closing his eyes and turning his head to avoid the dazzling light.
The sound of arguing rang in my ears.
Mo Yi opened his eyes in surprise, and was shocked to find that he was standing in a corridor.
He raised his head blankly, and the next second, the black "4F" on top of his head almost hurt his eyes.
And not far away, the sound of the quarrel became louder, Mo Yi frowned, and walked over with his half-limped legs following the sound.
Only one door was open, and on the door was written "Principal's Office" in standard black letters. There were two men inside who were arguing fiercely about something, one of them was facing Mo Yi, an old man in his fifties or sixties, slightly bald, and looked a little out of his mind.
And the other one is a tall and thin young man, with his back to Mo Yi, with his hands open and closed, he is gesticulating something: "... Please, let me do this, or I will really go crazy !"
The old man was silent.
The young man was a little excited, and continued: "She wants to kill me! Don't you understand! She wants to kill me! I am defending myself!"
The old man suddenly became agitated. He slapped the table and stood up, spit flying and his cheeks flushed: "Then you shouldn't have touched her in the first place!"
The young man choked up for a moment, and then roared in a higher voice: "Yes, that bitch seduced me first! There are such pictures! What kind of decent person!"
"Then you can't...then you can't..." The old man pointed at the young man, trembling all over, with a look of hating iron for being weak.
The young man sank down on the chair, buried his face in his palms, and replied sullenly: "I don't want to do this either. Who knows, I just pushed her head... just hit the steps..."
Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the old man.
Mo Yi was startled. He recognized the face: the young man was the man in the silver frame, the monster trying to keep him in the illusion.
His voice was low and hoarse, like the hissing of a poisonous snake: "Now that things have come to an end, even a dead person cannot be resurrected. Her evil spirit is haunting me and wants to pull me back. I can't just sit and wait for death."
The young man stood up, took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, and slapped it on the table, showing a nervous smile: "Master said it would definitely work, we just need her body."
The old man was still hesitating.
The young man suddenly knelt down, looked at the old man tearfully, and said, "Please, please help me again! Please help me, Dad!"
The old man was cruel, and finally nodded.
The whole scene was blazing with light again, and the person who was shaking could barely open his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, Mo Yi returned to that gray-white space.
He lowered his eyes and stood there for a long time.
At this moment, all the clues are finally connected, and they are spliced together to form a complete picture in my mind.
This building should be the embodiment of Zhao Qiulan's three years of high school, and the ghosts on each floor correspond to her experiences every year.
The Hanako on the first floor corresponds to her mother who killed her father and then committed suicide in her freshman year; the moving photos on the second floor correspond to the nude photos taken by school violence when she was a sophomore in high school; the steps on the third floor correspond to However, she was molested by the teacher, and she crashed to death on the stairs while struggling.
And that teacher... is the man in that photo.
Mo Yi lowered his head and looked at the crumpled paper in his hand, only to see a few lines of scrawled words and a few rough stick figures written on it, which had been blurred with the passage of time.
He could barely make out that what was written on it was a long-lost practice, the purpose of which was to seal the soul so that it would not be able to reincarnate, reincarnate, or cause chaos.
Mo Yi stroked the twisted bird on the edge of the paper with his fingertips, feeling a little distracted for a moment.
He finally recognized the totem.
This is the St. Martin bird, also called the rock swallow, which is included in some books of heraldry.
It has no feet, it can only fly forever, just like Zhao Qiulan, trapped in despair and helplessness, the soul cannot be freed, different from Yan Yan, they will keep flying until death, and she is already dead, So her "forever" is truly endless.
Mo Yi smoothed the paper with his fingers, but felt a crease at the end. He was a little puzzled, groping for the gap, and unfolded the paper along the edge of the crease.
There was a strange pattern drawn on it, and a line of maroon words beside it: "Fear fire, be careful."
Mo Yi was stunned for a while, then raised his head, only to find that the darkness around him had become lighter, almost faded to a pale grayish white, and his vision became wider.
Only then did he realize that he was standing in a deep pit at the moment. The pit was rectangular in shape and looked... the same shape as the entire teaching building. The bright red lines in the pit crisscrossed and criss-crossed, and the redness penetrated, as if it was fresh blood, forming a strange pattern on the page, and in every corner of it, a pile of pale bones were exposed.
And Mo Yi happened to be standing in the middle of this pattern.
He took a deep breath, reached into his pocket, a cold thing bit his fingertips, and took it out.
It was a silver lighter.
Mo Yi pursed the corners of his lips, and there was a complicated expression in the depths of his eyes.
He doesn't smoke. However, on the way home yesterday, for some unknown reason, he bought a lighter from a roadside stall and put it in his pocket.
But can he predict the future, let alone know that it will come in handy today.
Maybe... is it really just a matter of hand
Mo Yi was in a state of confusion, and he held the lighter tightly with his fingers until its metal shell was stained with warm body temperature, as if it could calm him down.
He took a deep breath, pushing the chaotic thoughts out of his mind.
—No matter what, destroying this formation is the top priority now.
Mo Yi turned on the lighter and let go of his fingers. The ignited flame was pulled by the gravity of the earth and fell down in a circle. When it touched the blood-red line on the ground, it burned instantly, and then spread at a rapid speed. It's all ablaze.
As the bones were ignited, only a few slight "clicks" sounded in the ears, and several cracks appeared in the air, and then the entire space seemed to be unbearable, and the cracks shattered into thick black fragments.
Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of him flickered, and Mo Yi found that he was standing in the corridor of the teaching building.
He looked around blankly for a week, and recognized that this was the second floor, and it happened to be where he entered the photo.
And outside the window beside him, a row of numbers shone blue in the dark sky: "0:08".
"-Do not!!!!"
There was a piercing scream in my ears, hoarse and hoarse, as if I was suffering from all kinds of pain:
"Eight minutes! It's still eight minutes away!! I'll have two souls in another eight minutes! I can escape!! Don't!"
What is this voice
Mo Yi was taken aback, and ran towards the stairwell limping.
I saw that the silver photo frame hanging on the wall had disappeared, and the man in the photo was gone. Only the black and smelly liquid slid down the wall, leaving scorched and corroded traces.
He seemed to catch a glimpse of a girl.
When Mo Yi turned his head to look again, there was no one there again.
The familiar sweet voice sounded in my ear:
"Congratulations player Mo Yi, you have completed the side mission: Sweet Revenge, the mission reward has been sent to your account, please claim it after the game is over."
Mo Yi's tense mind instantly relaxed, and the pain and weakness all over his body came like a tide at this moment. He had to stretch out his hand to hold the wall, so that he could hardly fall down.
The wall under his palm suddenly shook, and Mo Yi raised his head in surprise, only to find that the end of the corridor began to collapse, and the entire teaching building began to crumble into pieces! The building trembled violently as if it had been shaken vigorously.
Mo Yi was startled, and instantly understood.
The entire teaching building is Zhao Qiulan's experience, or the embodiment of resentment, and when the "sweet revenge" has been achieved, there is obviously no need for this building to exist...
So, it falls apart.
The window couplets were pressed into strange shapes by the collapsing walls, and then broke apart, falling backwards into the void, revealing a large piece of flowing darkness.
It was only then that Mo Yi discovered... It turned out that the darkness outside the window was not empty, but a dense fog that almost condensed into a solid body!
As the wall collapsed, the silent fog scrambled into the broken corridor, rushing towards where Mo Yi was!
There is no escape.
There is no way out.
The feeling of danger hits, it is a sense of oppression that is a hundred times more terrifying than in the illusion! Squeeze out every trace of air in his chest, strangle him by the throat, and force him to tremble uncontrollably.
The fog slowly engulfed him.
While struggling, the wound on his forehead opened again, and the warm and sticky blood covered his eyelashes, dyeing Mo Yi's entire field of vision bright red.
In this bright red, he saw that the fog was gathering.
The surrounding mist dilutes into pale pale, but in the middle, it slowly condenses into a tall human figure!
The figure in mid-air flashed a faint blue light behind him, Mo Yi's whole body was stiff, and the fog around his body seemed to wrap around his limbs like a solid body, so he could only watch helplessly as the person slowly approached step by step.
The cold, deathly breath lingered in his nostrils.
The man stood still in front of his eyes, stretched out a hand as cold as an iron hoop, and clasped Mo Yi's chin firmly, then lowered his head to lick the bleeding wound on his forehead.
The cold and rough tongue coating rolled up flesh and blood, and the wound that had just been healed was torn open again, and the unreasonable pain hit instantly.
pain! Why does it hurt so much!
It was as if all the pain he had experienced in his life had been hit at once, and multiplied hundreds of times! All the pain was nailed into his head like a wedge, hitting his nerves like a storm.
Mo Yi's eyes darkened, and he could hardly breathe.
For some reason, along with the pain, a manic emotion rose up, rolled along the blood, transpired, and fermented, as if a sleeping beast seized the opportunity to attack the cage of reason in the bottom of my heart.
Roaring, roaring, venting the amazing desire to dominate!
The rage that came out of nowhere dominated Mo Yi's mind and body. With a struggle, he managed to get rid of the shackles of the fog around him!
The body under the palm is cold and strong, as if it contains infinite power and terrifying explosive power.
A desire to destroy rose in his heart.
Mo Yi couldn't help showing a nervous smile, buried his head in the man's neck, and bit down hard and hard!
The sharp canine teeth pierced the skin, and to his surprise, the man's blood was hot, gushing out from the wound, and the salty liquid slid down Mo Yi's throat into his body,
The warm heat filled his whole body, his rationality was almost paralyzed, the strong bloody smell made him almost addicted, and the strength between his teeth increased like poisoning.
In the haze, Mo Yi realized——
After he broke free, the man didn't do anything else, but tilted his head indulgently, exposing the dimple of his neck under his teeth.
He even laughed very lowly.
Finally, with the only clarity under the bloody impulse, Mo Yi looked over the man's shoulder and saw a faint blue light flickering, and the numbers in the sky became:
0:00.
Untimely electronic music sounded in my ears: "Congratulations on your successful escape!"
All sound images were pulled away, Mo Yi's vision went dark, and he passed out.
And the second before he lost consciousness, the last image that stayed on his retina was... the man turned his head sideways, and then dropped a bloody and icy kiss on his blood-stained eyelashes.