Mo Yi pursed his lips tightly, his expression condensed:
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the dining bell for the orphanage."
He turned his head to look at the crowd and asked, "Does any of you know where the restaurant here is?"
The woman who collapsed just now when she saw the corpse flinched, and then said weakly: "...I, I saw it just now, and it's at the end of the corridor over there."
Mo Yi nodded, turned around and walked towards the direction the woman was pointing at.
Perhaps because of his reassuring composure, everyone hesitated for a moment, but they still followed behind him.
The corridor gets deeper and deeper, the flickering wall lamps are dizzy, and the narrow walls are pressed tightly from both sides, almost making people feel suffocated.
At the end of the corridor there was a small glimmer of light, illuminating a small area at the front of the corridor.
There were two shadowy figures standing there, seeming to be talking about something.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes and stepped forward.
The faces of the two gradually became clear: it was Zhao Yicheng and the female senior who spoke out before.
They seemed to be arguing about something in a low voice, and their faces looked very unhappy. When they saw someone coming, they stopped the conversation and looked at Mo Yi who was in the lead.
After listening to Mo Yi explain the cause and effect, Zhao Yicheng nodded and agreed:
"Yes, we also found the exact same note in the room we woke up in."
The female senior also gave a low "hmm" and took out the note with the gallows drawn on it from her pocket.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes thoughtfully, suddenly changed the topic, pointed to the restaurant behind them, and asked, "By the way, did you guys go in?"
Zhao Yicheng's complexion turned ugly for a moment, and he turned sideways, motioning Mo Yi to look inward.
Mo Yi took a step forward with some doubts, and looked into the restaurant.
The inside is not very open, the lights are slightly brighter than the corridor, the crooked walls and the greasy stains on them look very shabby, there are a few long low tables and benches in the room, this should be the place where orphans eat together up.
Although it looks crude, there is nothing wrong with it.
But for some reason, Mo Yi always had a sense of disobedience in his heart.
He moved his gaze to the opposite wall, and couldn't help being stunned.
There is a rough stick figure drawn there, it is not big, but it is drawn right in the middle of the wall, making it very eye-catching.
It was a dangling villain.
Just enough to complete a complete picture with the gallows on the note.
Zhao Yicheng's deep voice came from beside him: "The newcomer hanging outside, when others saw him alive for the last time, he was going to enter this room."
A chill ran down everyone's backs in an instant.
The dilapidated and simple restaurant looked even more gloomy at the moment, as if some terrible monster was lurking inside, waiting for the horn of killing.
A few people couldn't help taking a few steps back, wishing they could stay as far away from the restaurant as possible.
Mo Yi's gaze sank.
He thought carefully for a few seconds, his sharp eyes wandering around the restaurant.
Suddenly, his gaze stayed somewhere in the restaurant for a moment, and the expression on his face relaxed slightly.
Mo Yi turned his head and said to Zhao Yicheng: "It's okay, you should be able to enter here."
He pointed to the end of the restaurant, where there was a dining table covered with dust and stains, and he saw a basket of black bread and clean water abruptly placed on it.
Zhao Yicheng looked in the direction he pointed, he couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized.
The others still looked puzzled and looked at Mo Yi in puzzlement.
Zhao Yicheng explained: "For any dungeons that are played in such a closed space and last for more than 24 hours, the game will prepare food and drinking water for the players to maintain life, and generally speaking, the time and place for eating are generally safe."
Mo Yi added: "The bell just now should have reminded us of the start of meal time."
Everyone relaxed a little and walked in one by one.
The air was filled with the smell of dust, the temperature was much lower than in the corridor, and the eerie damp almost invaded the texture.
The dining room had a low ceiling stained with mildew, and the surrounding walls were covered with oil and stains.
Everyone walked to the dining table with a heart in their hearts. Everyone took some black bread, poured a glass of water from the cup on the side, and then sat down on the low bench in twos and threes, ready to eat.
Unaccustomed to it, Mo Yi curled up his long legs and sat on the chair which was too low for his height.
He lowered his eyes and took a bite of the black bread in his hand. The cheap and dry bread had a rough taste, and it hurt his throat. It was dry and hard like chewing gravel.
Everyone looked embarrassed, and slowly chewed the bread in their mouths tastelessly.
Someone raised the cup and wanted to wash down the bread in his mouth with clear water, but his face changed as soon as the water entered: the water had a very strange greasy taste, and it tasted like dirty water that had been stagnant for several months. Almost half rancid, almost nauseating.
Mo Yi lowered his head in a daze, seemingly unaware of the inferiority of the food, and gnawed on the bread without changing his face.
At this moment, a hand reached out to his eyes.
The five fingers are slender and fair, with well-proportioned joints, as beautiful as a work of art, and there is a chocolate bar lying in the palm.
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment and raised his head.
I saw Song Qi was holding his chin with one hand, looking straight ahead, as if he hadn't handed over the chocolate bar.
Mo Yi blinked, lowered his voice, and said in a deep voice:
"Eat it, I'm fine."
What he said is indeed the truth. He really doesn't mind how delicious his food is. For Mo Yi, as long as the food can maintain the normal existence of life, it is enough whether the taste is delicious or not. It's just worthless packaging around food.
Song Qi glanced at him quickly, and then immediately withdrew his eyes, his cold lips were compressed like a straight line:
"I don't like sweets."
Mo Yi: "...???"
Then why do you still take chocolate bars into the dungeon
However, since it was all said and done, Mo Yi couldn't refuse anymore, so he stretched out his hand and took the packaged chocolate bar from Song Qi's palm.
Cold fingertips brushed against his palm unconsciously.
Song Qi's palm trembled, and he withdrew his right hand very quickly, and clenched it vigorously under the table, his face remained calm.
Mo Yi didn't notice Song Qi's small movements at all. With his slender fingers, he tore off the wrapping paper of the chocolate bar nimbly and nimbly, and stuffed it into his mouth before anyone noticed.
The outer layer of mellow chocolate melts in the mouth, mixed with a faint scent of wheat, with the unique bitter taste of chocolate, and the grainy nuts roll between the teeth, warm and melting, sweet from the tip of the tongue to the depths of the throat.
Mo Yi's eyes narrowed subconsciously, his eyelashes trembled, and the eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his face.
He smiled, raised his eyes to look at Song Qi, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, it's delicious."