After hearing Mo Yi's words, everyone couldn't help shivering all over.
By default they are part of this orphanage...
What's the meaning
A cloud of fear slowly enveloped everyone's hearts, making them uncontrollable to think wildly.
Mo Yi paused, and continued: "I noticed that my name was signed on the sign of the bed where I woke up. If my guess is correct, you should be the same, right?"
Everyone's faces were ugly.
Mo Yi continued: "Everyone must return to their beds when they rest today."
The other players obviously thought of this, and the expressions on their faces suddenly became even more bleak.
This dungeon is obviously timed according to the number of days, and every night will naturally be the most dangerous time of the entire period.
The rule discovered now is obviously to separate everyone at this most dangerous moment.
This operation is very disgusting.
While everyone was thinking to themselves, Mo Yi lowered his head, rummaged through his backpack, and took out a pen and note.
He walked to the table on one side, leaned down, held the pen holder with his slender fingers, and scribbled on the sticky note. After a while, he stood up and stuck the sticky note to the wall beside him.
Everyone hurried over to watch.
On the pale yellow paper, the dark blue handwriting was still wet, exuding a faint fragrance of humor, and the powerful handwriting was neatly arranged on the sticky note, and the written content was exactly the timetable of the entire orphanage.
The man on the side asked with some concern: "Are you sure you remember correctly? If this is a little wrong... we will die."
Mo Yi raised his eyes to look over, and instantly recognized that this person was the newcomer who grabbed his collar and questioned him.
Before he could say anything, Song Qi, who had been silent since just now, suddenly came forward, looked at the man with extremely light-colored pupils, and said with indistinct emotion:
"If you don't believe me, just go and see for yourself."
After finishing speaking, he chuckled mockingly:
"The dean's room is forbidden to enter at any time."
Perhaps because of the previous psychological shadow, the man flinched when Song Qi looked at him, he stepped back a few steps, and then subconsciously looked at the note—
What Song Qi said was right, the dean's room was a forbidden area no matter what time of day it was.
Then, what he meant is clear:
As long as you enter the dean's room, it is a violation of the rules and you will be strangled. If you doubt the information that Mo Yi obtained in exchange for his life, then prove it yourself.
The man remained silent a little cowardly.
Song Qi's face was gloomy, he grabbed Mo Yi's arm, strode forward with a gentle force that could not be refused, and dragged him back to the room where he woke up.
Before Mo Yi realized what happened, his shoulders were pressed, following Song Qi's strength, he sat down on the bed with his name written on it in a daze.
Song Qi crouched in front of the bed, holding his left hand carefully.
The thin and well-defined lips were tightly pursed, almost whitish.
He looked at Mo Yi's hand.
Due to the sudden incident, they rushed to meet up with other players, so the wound on Mo Yi's hand has not had time to deal with it yet.
... Mo Yi has endured this wound without saying a word until now.
Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, the back of his hand was white and almost transparent, the dislocated and broken phalanx was hanging down, and the slender five fingers were shaking violently physiologically, lying cold and stiff in Song Qi's palm.
Song Qi lowered his eyes and stared closely at Mo Yi's palm. There was no expression on his cold and hard face. He asked without raising his head:
"Do you have anything with healing?"
Mo Yi nodded belatedly, and reached out to grab his backpack, but was blocked by Song Qi in the middle:
"I come."
He unzipped the chain of his backpack, rummaged through it, and took out small bottles of disinfectant, bandages, and anti-inflammatory drugs.
Immediately afterwards, Song Qi raised his head expressionlessly, raised his index finger and middle finger, and then bent: "Look, rabbit."
Mo Yi raised his head in bewilderment: Huh
In the next second, while Mo Yi's eyes were attracted by his movements, Song Qi made a fierce move!
There was only a crisp sound of "click", and Song Qi straightened Mo Yi's dislocated fingers abruptly.
"Damn it!!" Mo Yi swears out of pain for a moment, almost bursting into tears, shaking like chaff all over his body, tremblingly holding his left hand in severe pain, unable to say anything.
Song Qi softened his facial lines unconsciously, reached out for the disinfectant and wound medicine beside him, and after treating his wound, carefully and cautiously wrapped it tightly with a bandage.
Mo Yi was in a trance the whole time, watching Song Qi blankly as he wrapped his hands into rice dumplings, and it took him a long time to find his voice
"you… "
Looking at Mo Yi's face, Song Qi couldn't help softening his brows and eyes, and he smiled softly:
"If you think you haven't seen enough, I'll invite you to watch the rabbit again next time you get hurt."
Mo Yi: "...???"
This uncle is still addicted, isn't he
Even though he knew that Song Qi did this to divert his attention, why was he still so angry
Mo Yi ground his back molars, examined his left hand that was wrapped tightly like a rice dumpling, and determined to reduce the number of injuries in the future.
Suddenly, Mo Yi seemed to think of something, he was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at the watch on his wrist.
At the beginning of the game, he adjusted the time on the watch to be consistent with the countdown of the dungeon, so that he could watch the time at any time.
The pointer on the watch points to 8:40.
This means that the game has been played for 8 hours and 40 minutes so far.
Mo Yi pondered for a while, contacted the time when the bell rang before, and the room where the two died, combined with the timetable he had seen, and quickly came to a conclusion.
Although in the game, the outside of the building is completely dark, but in this dungeon, there are two concepts of "day" and "night".
They should start the game at "12:00 noon" in the copy, and then enter the free activity time stipulated by the orphanage, and according to that regulation, during the free activity time, the orphans can play in the hall, bedroom, and game house Outside of the event, entry is prohibited elsewhere.
— so there were no casualties other than the guy who trespassed in the restaurant.
Next came the dinner time at 5 pm. After lunch, it was time for free activities again. During this time, the person who entered the library without authorization and Mo Yi who went to the dean's room to die were punished— One was killed and the other injured.
According to the schedule, the lights are turned off at 9 pm.
And now it's 8:40.
Mo Yi's expression suddenly became solemn, he speeded up his speech, quickly told Song Qi his deduction, and then said:
"Go back to your room now, and if possible, notify the other players and try not to leave the room at night."
Song Qi nodded, helped him put his things back into the backpack, and then walked out.
He stayed at the door for a moment, then turned his head to look deeply at Mo Yi: "See you tomorrow."
Mo Yi smiled: "See you tomorrow."
Not long after Song Qi left, all the lights in the room were automatically turned off.
Mo Yi looked at the electronic watch on his wrist: Sure enough, the hands pointed to exactly nine o'clock.
It seems that his speculation was correct.
Mo Yi let out a long breath, and awkwardly stuffed himself onto the narrow bed, with his two long legs resting on the railing at the end of the bed, and barely straightened.
The whole room was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. Only the window that was not completely sealed by the wooden boards revealed a little blue light.
Mo Yi closed his eyes, forcing himself not to imagine what kind of danger lurks in the darkness.
Unconsciously, he slowly brewed a little drowsiness.
Just when his consciousness was hazy and he was about to fall asleep, Mo Yi heard a soft, childish laughter in his ear:
"FOUND YOU～"
The voice was very close, as if the speaker was lying on his pillow, whispering in his ear.