Mo Yi's brows slowly frowned, and his fingers unconsciously tightened, leaving shallow marks on the rough paper of the note.
FIND ME
He remembered the prompt given at the beginning of the game:
"Good boy, good boy, you can come to play games."
Does this game refer to hide and seek? If so, who is he going to find? What would it mean if he won
So... what if he loses
There are countless mysteries gathered in Mo Yi's brain, and he can't figure it out no matter how he thinks about it.
He raised his head to look at Song Qi, and wanted to say something.
However, he suddenly bumped into the eyes of the other party staring at him. The light-colored pupils were extremely focused in the half-blind light, and the thin pupils were like snake pupils, which was almost shocking.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, and a creepy sense of crisis spread from his back.
He looked intently again, only to see Song Qi squatting down beside him with a normal face, looking at the note in his hand:
"What? What did you find?"
Mo Yi lowered his eyelids, and his thick black eyelashes drooped down, covering the surging emotions in his eyes.
He handed the note in his hand to Song Qi, when he took the note and looked at it seriously, Mo Yi said casually:
"By the way, how did you recognize me in the first place?"
Song Qi replied: "Jiang Yuanrou told me that she said that you are the prettiest among the crowd."
Mo Yi: "..." This sounds exactly like Jiang Yuanrou's style.
"But she also told me your specific physical features." Song Qi raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to recognize you at a glance."
Mo Yi frowned, and asked the question that hadn't been answered in the hall just now:
"However, Jiang Yuanrou said that he didn't inform me of the password when I met you. I thought you wouldn't come."
After hearing this, Song Qi raised his head to look at him, narrowed his eyes, and said slowly: "I will come."
Mo Yi was taken aback: ... huh? Why are you so nonchalant about this
The next second, Song Qi lowered his head again, explaining as if nothing happened:
"I temporarily accepted an order to bring in newcomers. When the dungeon came out, you had already entered the game, so I didn't have time to contact you."
Jiang Yuanrou did say that there will be a standby time before the dungeon opens, as long as you use props during this period, you can still enter the same dungeon.
It can also be explained.
What's more, this Song Qi also knew Jiang Yuanrou's name as well - you know, she concealed her identity perfectly.
Mo Yi pursed his lips and continued to ask:
"Speaking of which, you just told those two girls that you are a newcomer, what about the things you brought?"
Song Qi's face remained unchanged, and he explained: "It's just a simple prop, which was exchanged in the game store."
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and a backpack appeared beside him. When he let go, the edge of the backpack disappeared into the air again.
Mo Yi nodded, and the well-hidden suspicion in his eyes finally faded a little.
He took the note from Song Qi, stretched out his hand to support the railing beside him, and stood up.
Suddenly, at this moment, Mo Yi's movements stopped.
His eyes fell on the sign hanging by the bed.
The sign was old and covered with dust and grime, but the writing could still be seen.
It says in beautiful cursive script: Iris Municipal Orphanage.
After these few English words, there are two standard Chinese characters-"Mo Yi" abruptly.
It turned out to be his own name
Mo Yi's back felt cold, he hurriedly took up the bed, walked quickly to the other beds, and checked the name tags on them.
"Daniel", "Tommy", "John"…
Except for the bed where he woke up, the signs hung in front of the other beds were some very common English names, which should be the names of every orphan lying on those beds.
Mo Yi's heart was in a mess, he stood in front of the bed at the end, turned his head to look at the bed where he woke up—
Under the dim light, the dusty room was eerily quiet. The narrow bed was half hidden in the darkness in the corner, looking lonely and weird, as if it was quietly waiting for something.
A thought flashed through Mo Yi's mind:
This way of signing is like... He is a member of this orphanage.
Suddenly, there was an intense noise outside the door, which pulled Mo Yi out of his deep thoughts. He was in a trance for a moment, and his eyes instantly regained clarity.
Mo Yi turned his head and said to Song Qi who was standing aside: "Go and see".
Immediately afterwards, he walked out first, Song Qi looked at his back, paused, and followed him out.
Just arrived at the entrance of the hall, before entering, I heard a sharp scream, like fingernails scratching glass:
"-what!!!"
Mo Yi paused invisibly, resisting the urge to reach out and rub his aching ears, then stepped on his long legs and walked in at a faster pace.
As soon as he entered the hall, he saw a dead body hanging from the beam near the gate.
It was a man, hanging stiffly in mid-air, his black face was swollen and bloodshot, he was staring straight at Mo Yi's direction, with a pair of cloudy eyeballs protruding, and his face was frightened and distorted, as if he saw something before he died. Something horrible.
The faces of everyone around were pale, and one of the women sat on the ground with limp legs, trembling, not daring to raise her head, her face was covered with tears—obviously, she was the source of the screaming just now.
At this moment, Zhao Yicheng came out from behind the crowd, raised his voice, and comforted him: "Everyone, don't panic. The most important thing now is to find out why this gentleman died, so as to avoid becoming the next victim." !"
Another female veteran also stood up and supported his point of view:
"Yes, that's right. This game will definitely not randomly choose people to kill. He must have done something to make it like this. As long as we find the reason and try to avoid it later, we can minimize casualties."
Although there was still hesitation and panic in everyone's eyes, their emotions were a little calmer than before.
The air was filled with a damp and cold atmosphere, mixed with a slight taste of fear.
Everyone was very depressed. After all, less than an hour after the game started, one out of ten people had already died, and everyone still had no idea how to escape.
Mo Yi frowned, stepped forward thoughtfully, and carefully observed the corpse in front of him.
This man obviously died not long ago, and there was still warmth on his body, which made his lifeless face look extremely uncoordinated. His pair of dull eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, staring at the void turbidly, and his distorted facial features made almost everyone Both feel physically uncomfortable.
Although he was hung from the beams, his face did not turn blue and black due to suffocation, and his tongue did not protrude from his mouth due to the tightening of his neck.
Mo Yi's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the question in his heart was almost ready to come out. His thoughts were as fast as lightning, and in the next second, he stretched out his hand and pulled over the chair beside him, and stepped on it.
His fingers neatly circled around the corpse's shoulders and touched the back of his neck.
The few people who saw his actions seemed to be stunned by his boldness, they couldn't help gasping, and stopped to look at him dumbfounded.
Mo Yi's eyebrows were serious, and he twirled his fingers. The still warm skin of the corpse was still soft and elastic, and he could clearly feel the strange shape and movement track of the bones in the neck under the flesh.
Sure enough, the neck bone of the corpse was broken, and it was broken extremely crisply.
Mo Yi jumped off the chair, still immersed in his own thoughts.
He absently looked up at the dangling corpse in mid-air, pondering thoughtfully.
A broken neck is rarely the case with a hanged person, it's more like... hanging.
The prisoner fell suddenly from the gallows, and gravity broke the victim's cervical vertebrae.
... gallows
Mo Yi froze, subconsciously fumbling for the note in his pocket.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand and unfolded the note, holding it up to his eyes.
The crooked gallows on the note coincided inexplicably with the corpse hanging in front of it—
Just then, something weird happened.
The crayon drawing showed a hanging villain appearing out of thin air under the gallows, and a few large childish characters appeared on the note.
Scarlet as fresh blood:
"MY TURN". [It's my turn]