It was as if someone was strangling his throat, bringing a growing sense of suffocation. The turbid darkness materialized and surged like a tidal wave, oppressing his mouth and nose, and dragging him into an endless abyss—
"Dididididi—"
Mo Yi opened his eyes suddenly, his back was wet with sweat, his chest heaved and he was panting slightly.
There was an endless chill all over his body, licking his skin as if alive, eroding and devouring his body temperature.
Mo Yi's mind was a little blank, he was stunned for a few seconds before he regained his consciousness, stretched out his hand and fumbled dully beside him, and pressed the alarm clock beside the bed.
The harsh and sharp alarm sound finally disappeared, and the room regained its previous lifeless tranquility.
Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the electronic clock on the bedside table.
The time and date are displayed on the square screen, and a bright green light flashes in the dark room.
Mo Yi's eyes stayed on it for a moment, and then he looked away lightly.
——May 9th, today is the day he entered the escape game for the second time.
During these seven days, Jiang Yuanrou popularized to him the information and rules of the game that she knew, and invited herself to participate in the fitness exercise with enthusiasm, but it was a pity that the seven days were too short, and nothing happened to his physique. change.
And, Mo Yi refused to recall, after Jiang Yuanrou's exclusive nutritionist and doctor checked his body, the eyes of "the young people now..." and other emotions.
Is there anything wrong with tech geeks? Have you eaten your rice yet
He slowly got up from the bed, slipped on his slippers and walked to the bathroom.
With a "click", the bathroom light was turned on, and the warm yellow light instantly dispelled the darkness and illuminated the room.
Mo Yi blinked reflexively, and after adapting to the sudden strong light, he stepped in. He reached out and turned on the faucet, scooped up cold water and washed his face indiscriminately.
Shocked by the cold, Mo Yi regained consciousness completely.
He raised his head, his eyes froze on his blurred face in the mirror.
Mo Yi froze for a moment, stretched out his right hand hesitantly, and wiped lightly on the mirror surface—clear finger marks appeared on the blurry mirror surface, leaving a wet and cold touch on his fingers, as if they were still on the mirror surface .
fog.
Mo Yi stared at his own reflection on the small piece of clean mirror.
His facial features were dripping wet, his pale skin was a little sickly flushed by the cold water, his black eyelashes were wetted into wisps by the water, and the water droplets slid down the arc of his cheeks, dripping on his collarbone and neck , Biting cold.
He looked at himself in the mirror with gloomy eyes.
It's not too hot here in early May, and he doesn't have the habit of turning on the air conditioner and humidifier at any time, let alone getting up in the middle of the night to turn on the hot water...
How could there be fog on the mirror
The ominous premonition grew stronger in his heart, and Mo Yi's mind was like numbness, like a glow on his back.
He remembered that in the last game, he drank the blood of that "person", could it be some kind of sequelae
Before, during the conversation with Jiang Yuanrou, Mo Yi asked her relevant questions on the sidelines, but she obviously didn't know about it.
From her point of view, the mist appearing in the dungeon is usually responsible for besieging the game field and devouring those who try to leave the escape game.
The dungeon experienced by Jiang Yuanbai and Mo Yi was something that Jiang Yuanrou had never heard of. This is the first time she knows that this weird fog can also actively move, confuse, and even attack players.
As for the fact that the nameless mist can condense into a human form, it seems... Only Mo Yi knows about it.
Mo Yi pulled the towel hanging aside and wiped his face. When he looked up again, the fog on the mirror had completely disappeared, as if what he saw just now was just an illusion.
Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds, took a deep look at the calm and smooth mirror, and then looked away indifferently.
Even if his guess about the mist is correct, there is nothing he can do now. All he can do is to block it with soldiers and cover it with water and earth.
— What's more, he needs to do a lot of things today.
After he turned around, the screen of the mobile phone placed on the sink lit up, showing a new message from Jiang Yuanrou.
However, the strange thing is that the screen of the mobile phone flickered by itself when no one was operating:
"The message has been replied."
Immediately afterwards, another dialog box popped up: "Do you want to delete the message record?"
-"Yes".
— "Record Deleted".
On the gradually darkening screen of the phone, a finger mark left by fog slowly dissipated, and then disappeared without a trace... as if it had never appeared before.