Jiang Yuanrou once told him that the more people there are, the shorter the survival time is, which means the more difficult the dungeon.
Mo Yi glanced at the crowd slowly gathering, and counted silently in his heart: 9 people.
He has a bottom line in his heart:
Nine people survived for three days. It seems that the difficulty of this dungeon is moderate.
At this time, the man who rushed out to close the door just now looked up at the gathered crowd, cleared his throat, and said:
"My name is Zhao Yicheng, and I am a senior.
As you can see, this game is for real. If you die here, you will die outside too. However, this time the luck is pretty good, and the difficulty is not too great. "
After finishing speaking, he paused, carefully looked around the gathered players, and continued:
"We should have a total of 5 seniors here, just in time to bring the other 5 newcomers, two or two teams, looking for clues, the chance of survival is also higher."
Mo Yi was startled when he heard this, and raised his head—wait, 10 people
A second ago, he clearly counted only nine people!
At this moment, the crowd had already begun to commotion, and it became more and more chaotic to count the number of people clearly.
Mo Yi frowned, his fingers slowly tightened, and the palms of his hands with neatly trimmed and round nails felt a dull pain.
Just now... Did he count wrong, or was there an extra "person" mixed in
He took a deep breath, calmed down the complicated emotions in his heart, and tried his best to suppress the sudden anxiety in his heart:
Either way, it's just a matter of improvisation.
At this moment, everyone is looking for partners who can team up with each other.
Veterans and newcomers are actually easy to identify. Those who are panicked and unarmed are the players who entered the game for the first time, while those who look calmer and fully equipped are the veterans.
Perhaps, because of Mo Yi's outstanding appearance and unusually calm expression, two newcomer girls cast hopeful glances at him with tears in their eyes, and even the short-skirted woman who made a fuss just now secretly Looking up at him, she walked towards him through the crowd.
Mo Yi couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle.
... He doesn't want experienced teammates to disturb his exploration, but that doesn't mean he wants to bring newcomers!
One of the girls had already walked up to him and was about to say something.
Mo Yi panicked and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
The girl who was about to speak couldn't help but froze, and cast a hurt look at him.
At this moment, a voice sounded behind him, cold and low, as if it could vibrate the air:
"Sorry, he teamed up with me."
Mo Yi was also startled by the voice, and turned to look behind him.
I saw a tall man walking out from the corner of the room, walked to Mo Yi's side and stopped, looking down at him.
This man's appearance is astonishingly good-looking, a pair of light-colored pupils are gloomy gray, shining inorganic cold light under the light, almost like a cold-blooded animal without emotion, just being watched makes people feel chills.
The overwhelming sense of oppression almost hurts the eyes, like facing a sharp knife.
The girl couldn't help but wince.
At the same time, another girl arrived at the battlefield. She looked at the three of them, and although she was a little timid, she still spoke unconvinced:
"But the big brother said just now... the veterans and the newcomers form a team, isn't it good for you two seniors?"
The man's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the girl who spoke, and the corners of his lips curled up in a warm arc:
"Who told you I was a senior?"
Two girls: "..."
Are you cheating on ghosts? ? How could someone so calm be a rookie
Mo Yi stood aside, watching the development of the situation with a delicate expression.
—Why does he have the illusion that he is the hero of the harem manga
At this time, Zhao Yicheng, who had just spoken, also noticed the unusual commotion here, and walked over.
The two girls seemed to have seen a savior, and talked about the matter in a hurry.
It seemed that Zhao Yicheng had encountered this kind of thing for the first time. Hearing this, he couldn't help being stunned. He looked up at the man for a few seconds, and then suddenly realized.
He comforted him and said, "This little brother didn't hold anything in his hands. He should be a newcomer. Maybe I didn't look carefully just now, because he was too calm, so I counted him as a senior."
The two girls looked at the man's empty hands at the same time, and then said nothing more embarrassingly.
"How about this, you should look at this little brother's opinion." Zhao Yicheng looked at Mo Yi, and said, "Who do you want to form a team with?"
Mo Yi frowned indistinctly, and was about to say something.
However, in the blink of an eye, a thought suddenly crossed his mind:
Could this be the person Jiang Yuanrou found a senior teammate for him
Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at the man standing beside him: he seems to be quite tall and handsome, but he doesn't like to talk too much
He turned his mind, but his face remained calm.
Mo Yi blinked, looked at Zhao Yicheng, and said without changing his expression:
"I'd better team up with this brother, I'd be shy to team up with girls."
Zhao Yicheng and the two girls: "..." How did this person come up with such a ridiculous reason.
But now that the parties have spoken, the other people can't entangle any more, so they can only walk away resentfully.
Seeing the backs of several people go away, Mo Yi turned his head to look at the man, and asked tentatively in a low voice:
"... Song Qi?"
The man looked at him, slightly narrowed his light-colored eyes with an unpredictable expression, and then gave a low "hmm".
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he had not mistaken the person.
He smiled at Song Qi: "Yuanrou didn't contact me, I thought you weren't going to come."
Hearing this, Song Qi frowned imperceptibly, and turned to look at Mo Yi. Before he could say anything, Zhao Yicheng, who was not far away, cleared his throat and said:
"Since everyone has formed their own teams, let's explore separately. The hints given by the game are very important. They may be clues to survive. Once someone finds something, share it."
After having the leader, everyone's emotions were much more stable than before. Although everyone was still nervous, they all nodded in agreement, and then dispersed in twos and threes.
Mo Yi saw sharply that because Song Qi formed a team with himself, Zhao Yicheng divided into two more teams of three to ensure that there was at least one senior person in each team.
At this moment, Song Qi turned his head and said to Mo Yi, "Let's go."
Mo Yi hesitated for a moment, and replied: "Okay, but there is a place I want to visit first."
Song Qi nodded, agreeing.
This orphanage occupies a large area, and the internal structure seems to be quite complicated.
A circular hall connects four deep and dark corridors. Under the dim light, it is not clear what the end of each corridor looks like. The whole building is filled with a cold dusty atmosphere, as if there is an ominous smell floating in the air.
Mo Yi walked inward along the original road while observing the surrounding environment.
The building is obviously very old, all the utensils are covered with dust that seems to be centuries old, the dirty wallpaper is stained with old dirt, the original color cannot be seen clearly, and it is crumpled on the wall On the floor, several places have peeled off, revealing the damp taupe wall covering.
A few dilapidated old-fashioned hanging lamps hung crookedly on the wall, emitting a faint light with difficulty, but they still couldn't illuminate all the corners. In the cold darkness, it seemed that there was always something Waiting in the wings.
The lifeless corridor was long and narrow, and it was almost overwhelming for people to breathe.
However, Mo Yi noticed that although the place looked old and dilapidated, every piece of furniture and every utensil was still very complete, and it seemed that it had not been completely abandoned.
Mo Yi pushed open the door and walked into the room where he woke up.
Everything is the same as when he left: six narrow beds are arranged in two columns, neatly arranged in the cramped room.
The window sealed with wooden strips was crooked, and through the wide gap, one could see the fluorescent blue countdown clock floating in the endless darkness outside.
The overhead lights were dim, barely illuminating the room.
His eyes fell to the ground—
The old teddy bear is gone.
And on the dusty ground lay a small piece of yellowed paper quietly. It was simply folded in half, and the contents inside were not clear.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, he stepped forward, bent down and picked up the note.
Unfolding the note, I saw an empty gallows drawn crookedly with immature brushstrokes.
Under the gallows, there is a line of children's handwriting written in colored crayons:
FIND ME.