Mo Yi's throat trembled and tightened, his back was wet with sweat, and he could only hear the clamor and beating of his own heart.
At this moment, he really felt the approach of death.
Suddenly, a hand as cold as an iron hoop grabbed the burning and painful spot on Mo Yi's wrist, and then pulled it hard!
Mo Yi only felt that the rope around his neck was loosened, and he fell down weightlessly.
A force grabbed his wrist and pulled him aside!
Mo Yi felt that his nose hit something hard, his arms were hurt by the cold palms, and he was tightly protected in an embrace—then he rolled on the ground several times in disgrace, stopped.
He looked up a little dazedly.
His nose was red from being bumped, and some physiological tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, and he looked at the person under his body in a daze.
Mo Yi was stunned for a while before he realized:
"... Song Qi?"
I saw that the other party was regarded as a meat pad by him, and he was firmly pressed under him while rolling.
The faces of the two were so close together that their breaths were almost intertwined.
Song Qi's breath lingered in his nose, enveloping him... like the fog in the pine forest after the rain.
The atmosphere was so quiet that one could almost hear the heartbeat of the other party.
At this moment, Mo Yi cleared his throat in embarrassment, breaking the current atmosphere. He propped himself up on his elbows and opened the distance between the two:
"Sorry, where did you hit?"
Song Qi was silent for a while: "No."
Seeing that he didn't hurt the other party, Mo Yi heaved a sigh of relief, got up from the ground, and stretched out a hand to pull Song Qi up.
At this time, they had already appeared in the ordinary dark corridor. Although the lights were still dim, it was no longer the almost hopeless darkness before. The swallowed road reappeared, and it seemed that everything had returned to normal.
Mo Yi looked back at the door marked the dean's room with lingering fear, shrunk his shoulders unnaturally, and there seemed to be a rough touch of the noose on his neck.
Only now did he feel the burning pain in his palm.
Song Qi who was standing aside suddenly reached out and raised his right hand.
Even though his movements were cautious, Mo Yi subconsciously gasped.
Under the not very bright light, it can be seen that his index finger and ring finger were bent backwards in a strange arc, his thumb seemed to be dislocated, his thin wrist was swollen, and there were bright red finger marks on it. relief.
It's almost unbearable to watch.
Song Qi held his hand trembling slightly, he pursed his lips and raised his head, his complexion was a little pale, his light-colored pupils were staring right at him, which almost made Mo Yi a little uncomfortable.
Mo Yi didn't really care, he seemed to shrug his shoulders relaxedly, and said:
"It's okay, compared to the information I got now, this injury is worth it."
After finishing speaking, he paused, looked up at Song Qi, his dark eyes were amazingly bright: "I know how that man died."
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Suddenly, at this moment, a scream tore the silence again, resounding through the entire building:
"Ah!!!! Help!!!!!"
Mo Yi and Song Qi looked at each other, and ran towards the source of the sound together.
As soon as they arrived at the hall, they saw a man dangling from the beam near the door.
Different from the previous victim, this time the deceased had obviously gone through a fierce struggle. His five fingers were turned outwards, and the glaring blood trickled downwards, forming a small puddle of blood on the ground. .
His neck rotated 180 degrees, the white neck bones were covered with bloody flesh, his head was hanging at an inconceivable angle, and his facial expression could not be seen clearly.
Several newcomers had almost reached the breaking point, and panicked discussions and sobs erupted in the crowd.
Zhao Yicheng came here in a hurry at this moment, and the second he had just arrived, a woman rushed out from the crowd, tightly clutching Zhao Yicheng's arm with blurred eyes, and her bright red nails were deeply embedded in his arm Inside.
While weeping, she yelled indistinctly: "... I don't know, I didn't mean to..."
Zhao Yicheng frowned indiscriminately, pulled her hand away from his arm, and asked, "Tell me clearly, what's wrong?"
The woman was crying while explaining falteringly, and it took a long time to figure out what she was talking about.
It turned out that she and the senior man were in a team, and they took the key to the library, but when she was at the door, she was timid and did not dare to go in, so the senior man went in alone to find clues.
Not long after, she heard a strange child's laughter coming from inside, she was frightened for a moment, turned her head and ran away.
And when she came to the hall, she saw the corpse of her teammate.
The atmosphere was tense for a while, and the only sound of the woman's weeping could be heard in the silent and spacious hall.
This is why he emphasized before that it is best not to act alone.
Mo Yi thought regretfully.
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and he took half a step forward, staring at the woman with his deep black eyes, and asked in a hasty tone:
"Did you see a teddy bear?"
The woman seemed to be taken aback by him, raised her head to look at him with tears in her eyes, racked her brains for a while, and replied:
"Okay... It seems that he mentioned something like a teddy bear once before, and asked me if I saw it. I thought it was because he was delusional, so I didn't pay much attention to it."
Mo Yi pursed his lips tightly, his thoughts were complicated.
Zhao Yicheng looked at Mo Yi keenly, and asked, "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
Mo Yi was awakened from his thoughts by his words, and then nodded in a complicated way.
He briefly talked about what he experienced in the dean's room, then paused, and said:
"I know the cause of death of these two people, that is - one of the rules of this dungeon."
Mo Yi's words were so shocking that everyone couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then looked at him with bright eyes as if they saw the hope of their own survival.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and said: "I saw the time schedule of the entire orphanage behind the cabinet in the dean's room. Every time, orphans must act according to this schedule. Once the rules are violated, they will be punished." receive punishment."
Sun Xiaoyan, who was standing beside Zhao Yicheng, was a little stunned, and subconsciously uttered a sentence:
"Good boy, good boy, don't break the rules..."
The female voice softly murmured the seemingly innocent nursery rhyme, which was so weird that almost everyone present shivered.
Mo Yi took a deep look at her, and then nodded: "That's right, this reminder should refer to this, and the clock in the restaurant is to show us the time on the timetable."
Someone on the side asked eagerly: "Then, do you still remember the specific content?"
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, concealing the slight pride in his eyes - even hundreds of lines of seemingly irregular codes are no difficulty for him, let alone just a few lines of time rules
He smiled lowly: "I remember."
The next second, Mo Yi seemed to think of something, raised his eyes to look at the crowd, the light in the bottom of his eyes was hard to look at:
"However, what I am worried about now is not this anymore."
Hearing this, Zhao Yicheng took a step forward eagerly, and asked, "Then... is there anything else?"
"Since we have to follow the schedule, does that mean..."
Mo Yi glanced at him lightly, and continued:
"In this copy, we are actually a member of the orphans in this orphanage by default?"
The author has something to say: Mo Steel Straight Man Yi (at a loss): "Isn't it normal to ask where you hit first?"