Mo Yi fell into an abyss.
His whole body was icy cold, and his drowsiness disappeared in an instant. A creepy feeling enveloped his senses, and a chill of fear rose from the tailbone, grabbing his heart fiercely.
With his eyes closed tightly, he lay stiffly on the bed, slowly and tremblingly adjusting his breathing.
Fear seeped through every pore of his, screaming loudly in his mind:
don't open your eyes! don't open your eyes!
Under the thin trembling eyelids, the eyeballs quivered uncontrollably with the frequency of breathing.
At this moment, a small and cold hand grabbed Mo Yi's hand hanging by his side.
The extremely cold touch invaded the bone marrow along with the skin, almost making Mo Yi shiver uncontrollably.
The cold breath came close to his ears, causing a small shiver on his skin. Fear was like stagnant flocs, blocking his breathing and throat, making it almost difficult for him to breathe.
The small and soft child's voice sounded in Mo Yi's ears again:
"It's your turn to find me next."
After finishing speaking, a small, round and hard object was stuffed into Mo Yi's palm.
The cold breath and the little child's hand left.
Mo Yi's whole body was still tense, the small round thing lay in his cold and sweaty palm, the slight chill almost made him unable to hold it, it was so hot.
He controlled his breathing, forcing his chest to rise and fall slowly and protractedly.
The silence and darkness made Mo Yi's senses sharper, and he waited vigilantly for the next development, his heartstrings tensed.
The boundless darkness is like an abyss that swallows all sounds.
Continuously spreading and expanding, the sponge absorbs all movement and light like a sponge.
I don't know how long -
Excessive tension and fatigue made Mo Yi unknowingly fell asleep in the silence.
When I opened my eyes again, all the lights had been re-lit.
Mo Yi was lying on the narrow bed in a daze, even the loud and piercing metal bells echoed in his ears, but he couldn't get his attention back.
He stared straight at the dirty and old ceiling, unable to recover for a long time.
Last night... just passed away
Mo Yi blinked and blinked, feeling that he still hadn't come back.
Just survived the night so successfully
Suddenly, Mo Yi seemed to suddenly think of something, sat up hastily, spread his right hand—
His palm was pierced by a hard object with an uneven red mark, stretching across the white palm, which looked particularly eye-catching.
And the thing stuffed into his palm is still there.
A round, dark shiny hemisphere lay quietly in his palm, it looked like a button, but it had no buttonhole.
Mo Yi stared at it in a daze, because his fingers that had not been moved for a long time were a little stiff, and he slowly grasped it again.
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded by the door, waking Mo Yi out of his thoughts:
"are you awake?"
Hearing this, Mo Yi raised his head and followed the sound.
I saw Song Qi standing leaning against the door, looking at him with a pair of smoky gray pupils, half of his face was illuminated by the light outside the door, and the outline was slightly blurred:
"It's 5 o'clock. According to the timetable, it should be morning time."
Mo Yi belatedly looked down at his watch:
A quarter past five.
He hurriedly stood up, and conveniently put the hard object that was stuffed into his hand last night into his pocket.
Since he fell asleep with his clothes together last night, even though Mo Yi slept extremely peacefully and almost didn't move at all, the clothes on his body became wrinkled.
Mo Yi straightened his clothes subconsciously, then walked quickly to the door, and whispered to Song Qi who was standing there waiting for him:
"Let's go."
The two walked out along the still dark corridor, Mo Yi opened his mouth, and was about to tell Song Qi about his experience last night, but Song Qi happened to speak, and happened to interrupt what he was about to say:
"Is your hand okay?"
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and belatedly realized that Song Qi was asking about his injured hand.
He looked down at his left hand, which was still wrapped like a rice dumpling, and tried to move his fingertips. A dull, tingling pain instantly spread along the wound.
Mo Yi replied without changing his face: "It's much better."
At this moment, the two met other players who came out of several rooms next to them, and they seemed to be preparing to go to the restaurant.
Several people go together.
Mo Yi had no choice but to swallow the words he was going to say back into his stomach.
When we got to the restaurant, there were already several people waiting there.
Mo Yi looked around the room calmly, counting the number of people silently in his heart: there were still eight people, no different from last night.
It seemed that everyone passed the night safely.
Seeing that everyone was here, Zhao Yicheng stood up and said, "Great, everyone survived the first night, let's go get breakfast."
Mo Yi and Song Qi followed the crowd and came to the dining table.
On the dining table this time, there is still a large pot of dry black bread, but the pot next to it is no longer water, but warm soup—calling it soup is really flattering it, dirty There is a thin layer of grease floating on the dirty light yellow surface, which exudes an unpleasant smell of swill. There is almost no dry matter in the thin layer, and the only value is its heat.
Only then did Mo Yi understand why the few people in front of them just now left with a disheveled face after receiving their meals, and some of them even only took black bread.
The expression on his face remained unchanged, he lowered his head to fill a bowl of soup, took two pieces of bread, followed behind Song Qi, and the two found a place to sit down together.
Each player stared at the food in front of them, with a worried expression on their faces. Everyone refused the rough black bread in their mouths, and some players with delicate appetites even pushed the bowl away and stopped eating.
However, some veterans obviously look more relaxed than the wrinkled novices. They already have game experience and know how to bring their own food into the dungeon, but even so, due to the limited number of things they can carry, their food resources are not enough It is sufficient.
Therefore, they obviously understood the principle of not revealing their wealth, and they chewed the bread slowly one by one, without showing off the food.
Mo Yi's face was calm, he lowered his head and gnawed on the black bread in his hand, thinking about whether he should go back and open a pack of compressed biscuits later.
However, water still needs to be replenished.
Mo Yi knew in his heart that since the game dungeon was supplied with drinking water, even if he brought food, he would rarely think of bringing drinking water—after all, being too heavy and occupying too much space is a fatal flaw.
However, people can live hungry for three days, but they may not be thirsty for three days.
While thinking calmly, Mo Yi picked up the still warm bowl of soup and poured it down.
He put down the bowl, and his face was a little ugly.
There was a strange taste of bitter, salty and sour in the mouth, and the greasy feeling of the soup still seemed to remain on the surface of the tongue. Mo Yi took a deep breath, trying to suppress the disgusting taste churning in his throat.
After all, he has been pampered and pampered for so many years, even if he can endure hardship, it is still jerky.
Mo Yi's brows were tightly furrowed, and his stomach felt a little overwhelmed for a moment.
At this moment, something hard touched his soft lips, and then was pushed in forcefully by a skillful force, knocked against his hard teeth, and slid into his mouth.
The sweet and fragrant fruity aroma permeates instantly, overwhelming the disgusting strange taste between the lips.
Mo Yi had fruit candy in his mouth, a small piece of cheek bulged out on one side, he looked to his side in a daze.
Song Qi was sitting upright, looking down at the fingertips on his knees, his face was firm and resolute, as if he was not the one who did that move just now.
Mo Yi couldn't help but bend his eyes and said in a low voice:
"Thank you, very sweet."
After finishing speaking, he turned his face away, reached out to pick up the black bread at the side, and continued to gnaw on it seriously with downcast eyes.
Watching Mo Yi turn his gaze, Song Qi also raised his eyes, a pair of pale pupils staring closely at Mo Yi's side face, with a secretive expression on his face.
He lifted the finger that had just touched Mo Yi's lips, and there was still the fragrance of fruit candy on it, and the soft, slightly rough touch due to thirst seemed to still linger on the fingertips.
Song Qi brought his fingertips to his lips and licked it lightly.
The thin lips raised a slight arc silently.
Yes, very sweet.
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The morning time is over quickly.
Mo Yi stood up from the low bench and walked out of the restaurant with the rest of the players.
According to the timetable, it should be the orphanage's class time next.
Following the guidance of the old and incomplete map, everyone passed through the circular hall and walked towards the depths of a corridor.
Mo Yi followed at the end of the team, walking silently while sketching the general outline of the entire orphanage in his heart: the first corridor is also the longest one, which contains the orphans' resting room and bathroom, All players are scattered in rooms one by one.
The second corridor next to it is the shortest, with only one room, and that is the restaurant where the orphans eat at the end of the corridor.
A third corridor lined the library and the toy room, and the library and the classroom were nested together—exactly where they were headed now.
As for the fourth corridor, the markings on the map are very dirty and blurred, and even a little damaged. The only thing that can be seen clearly is the dean's room on the outermost side. The markings in other places have been damaged and completely unrecognizable. Out.
Mo Yi was immersed in his own thoughts, walking forward with his head down.
The fruit sugar in his mouth had almost completely melted, so he chewed and ate the remaining irregular sugar residue, the extremely rich fruit flavor exploded in his mouth, making him squint slightly without leaving a trace Squinting eyes.
In fact, Mo Yi has always liked sweets, but he has always been very good at hiding his true preferences, erasing the traces of his own maverick, so as not to expose his weaknesses, so few people know about his sweetness.
Since he entered the dungeon, Song Qi basically gave him sweets.
Mo Yi pursed his lips thoughtfully, and quickly reviewed his performance after entering the dungeon in his heart - making sure that he did not show any obvious preference for sweets.
And Song Qi himself said that he doesn't like sweets.
Then why did he bring so many sweets into the dungeon? Is it for the high calories and portability of candy
Seems to make sense too...
At this moment, the march of the team stopped.
Mo Yi blinked, put all kinds of out-of-the-ordinary guesses out of his mind, and raised his head to look at the front of the team.
They have now reached the door of the library.
The dark corridor is long and winding, and the hall behind is shining with a faint halo in the distance. Half of the door in front of you is soaked in half-darkness, half of the logo on the door is missing, and the other half is covered with The old dirt, barely able to read the small words "library".
Those at the front of the line hesitated.
After all, it was here that the last man was hanged.
He took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the so many people following him, tried his courage, and put his hand on the doorknob.
With just a slight twist, the door opened silently.
Obviously, the door was left by the person who died yesterday.
A cold and gloomy smell spread over the surface, mixed with the smell of old books and the smell of dust that always existed.
The lights inside were unexpectedly bright, which made everyone feel relieved. Seeing everyone rushing in, Mo Yi couldn't help but pause.
He turned to look at the closed door beside him.
The door is slightly lower than other rooms, the door frame is rough and crooked, the workmanship is extremely poor, the color of the door panel can no longer be seen, only on the side of the door, there is a blurred crayon written crookedly: "Toys room".
Now is not the time to go in.
Mo Yi stayed on the door for the last time without any trace, then turned around and followed the tail of the team, and walked in.
The space inside the door is not big, there are two floors, the deep part is the library, where donated books are placed, and the outside room is used for classes.
The floor was bare and uncarpeted, with a few dirty low benches and long tables lined up vertically, empty and thickly covered with dust.
Mo Yi stood by the door and had a panoramic view of the whole room.
He narrowed his eyes slowly.
Now he finally knows where his sense of disobedience comes from.
The room, like the restaurant, is too small.
In the longest corridor, where all the orphans rest, there are twelve rooms in total, six on each side.
And there are six beds in one room, calculated, this orphanage should be able to accommodate seventy-two children, but... Whether it is the dining room or the classroom, these public places are responsible for accommodating all the population (including nurses and children) of the entire orphanage , but it was built extremely small, and it can only accommodate half of the number of people at most.
Even if the orphanage didn't accommodate enough people after it was built, it shouldn't have planned the houses so narrowly when it was built.
It doesn't make sense.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and kept this question in his heart.
He turned his head to look at Song Qi beside him, and was about to tell him what happened last night, but Song Qi spoke first:
"Let's find clues separately."
His voice was very clear in the quiet room, several other players looked up at him and nodded in agreement.
Mo Yi's eyes gradually darkened, and he swallowed the unspoken words back into his stomach.
Why does he feel... Song Qi is deliberately avoiding the topic he wants to talk about
But what happened last night, apart from himself, no one should know about it.
Is this an illusion
Mo Yi took a deep look at Song Qi, then turned around and walked into the room, determined to take advantage of the time in the morning to explore this place.
He walked to the library first.
Generally speaking, where there is documentation, it is the place where valuable information is most likely to be obtained.
Compared with the classrooms, the library is relatively narrow, with uneven floors and crooked walls, which almost makes people worry that it may collapse suddenly.
The whole room was rather dark, almost impossible to see, the walls and floor were bare, there were not even dirty wallpapers or worn carpets, Mo Yi could almost assert that this was the most rudimentary room in the entire orphanage up.
In this narrow room, there were two low bookshelves crookedly placed, on which some papers and books were piled in disorder, exuding the smell of old pages.
Mo Yi turned on the portable flashlight, and a halo of light instantly illuminated the small area.
He came closer, stretched out his hand and picked up the pile of old paper on top, shaking it slightly.
Thick dust instantly rose up and fluttered chaotically under the beam of the flashlight. Mo Yi was stimulated by the astonishing amount of dust and couldn't help coughing a few times before he recovered.
The dust covering the pages of the book was brushed away, revealing the blurred handwriting underneath that was mottled and eroded by the years.
Most of them have been moth-eaten and broken, and the writing left on them has become extremely illegible due to improper preservation. Most of the papers and books here have no clues.
Mo Yi was not discouraged, but became more focused.
Generally speaking, how vague and worthless these written materials are, on the contrary, it proves the value of those written materials that have not been destroyed.
Finally, he found something in one of the books.
It was a thin piece of paper, randomly sandwiched in the book as a bookmark, already yellow and brittle, almost transparent under the light of the flashlight.
Mo Yi held his breath, stretched out his hand, pinched the edge of the paper with his slender and even thin fingers, and lifted it up.
On that piece of paper, a dangling figure was drawn in poor handwriting.
On the top and bottom of the note, there are a few scattered letters written with colored crayons, which is confusing.
All the handwriting on it is old, dusty and dirty, and there are even a few small greasy handprints. It was completely different from the note in each of their hands—it was brand new with all the crayon marks on it, as if it had just been written.
Mo Yi's eyes were radiant, and his pale face was also slightly flushed with excitement.
Now, this game has become what he is familiar with.
And what he needs to do is to find another piece of paper that corresponds to it, with the gallows drawn on it.
Mo Yi carefully put the piece of paper back into the book, closed the book, then picked up the book and put it under his arm, and continued to flip through the dusty pile of old paper, looking for more clues.
He didn't find the matching gallows, but he found another interesting clue.
It was an old newspaper, worn and yellowed, and fell between two bookshelves covered with dust. It might have been written by a naughty orphanage child. Lying on the cold, dirty ground.
Mo Yi knelt down to pick it up, and then carefully took it apart.
However, no matter how cautious his actions are, it cannot withstand the long years that this paper thousand paper crane has experienced, and it will inevitably be broken into pieces in the process of unpacking.
Mo Yi frowned somewhat annoyedly, trying to put the old newspaper back to its original shape along the creases.
To be precise, this is not a newspaper in the complete sense, but a fragment cut from a pair of newspapers. The edges are not neat, and some pictures and printing are not completely cut.
On the most complete fragment, there is a bold and enlarged black title: "Director of Iris Municipal Orphanage Divided by Hanging".
Below is a picture of the size of a tofu cube.
On the black-and-white blurry picture, a tall woman in black clothes is holding her hand next to the newly built orphanage. Several black ink blobs form her blurred facial features, and she looks out of the newspaper empty-handedly. People staring at her.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Mo Yi's back.
I don't know whether it is out of fear, or out of the excitement that is getting closer to the truth.
His breathing became quick, and he squinted his eyes to try to identify the remaining characters—but the Naihe underground might be a little damp, and it was on the newspaper that has been here for an unknown number of years, except for the larger headline, the other places were covered by moisture It is blurred, the ink is connected with the ink, and the original font cannot be distinguished.
Mo Yi was a little disappointed. After thinking for a while, he still put the torn old newspaper in the same book, and stuffed it into the outer pocket of his backpack.
He stood up, looked around the entire room again, and after confirming that he had basically inspected all corners, big and small, obvious or hidden, he turned and left the library.
As soon as he walked out, Mo Yi met Song Qi face to face.
Mo Yi's eyes turned around the whole room: now the other players are basically scattered, and no one pays attention to the movement here.
It's a good opportunity to talk about your experience last night.
Mo Yi's thoughts turned like lightning, and in the next second, he raised his eyes and gave Song Qi a polite smile—then he turned sideways to get out of the way to the library
The two passed each other.
Mo Yi turned his back to Song Qi, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth gradually narrowed.
There was no emotion in a pair of pitch-black eyes, and they seemed a little indifferent for a while.
His trust has always been stingy.
And in the dangerous dungeon, there should be more attention.
Mo Yi restrained his mind, raised his eyes and looked at this simple classroom.
It was larger than the library, and not so shabby. The same dark green wallpaper as in the corridor was randomly and scribbled on the wall, the edges were broken, and the color was dark. Only some hard-to-reach corners still kept the original color.
The benches and long tables are of rough workmanship, and are placed scatteredly on the ground.
At this moment, Sun Xiaoyan who was standing at the end of the room suddenly said, "I... I seem to have found something here."
Mo Yi frowned slightly, then raised his legs and walked over.
The other players in the room also gathered in the direction of Sun Xiaoyan, and after a while, they all gathered around one of the long tables.
Sun Xiaoyan stretched out his finger, pointed to a corner of the table, and said, "Look here, these scratches are very old, but they are still very clear."
On the edge of the long table, there seemed to be a few lines of crooked handwriting carved with a knife:
"under your bones
beneath your skin
I'm here with thee
forever and ever”
This straightforward little poem is clearly the work of a child, and can be easily understood even by those with poor English.
The clumsy handwriting and rough nicks revealed a bit of creepy paranoia between the lines, which made everyone present shudder.
Mo Yi frowned and examined a few lines of small characters, suddenly startled.
If you look at the morbid content of this poem—
under…
beneath…
These few poems are obviously hints of orientation!
So what does it point to
The answer is almost there.
Mo Yi's heart was pounding, and the blood rushed to his face almost instantly. He took a very low breath, and then jumped up violently.
Everyone around him couldn't help being startled by him, and then watched him rushing towards the table in a daze.
Mo Yi was short, almost lying on the ground, his fingers meticulously groped the rough surface behind the table, it was not enough to touch the table, he also reached under the bench to search for something carefully.
Then, he paused his hand, stopped his movements carefully, and slowly and gently peeled off something.
Everyone held their breath and watched as Mo Yi dragged a piece of yellowed and brittle paper with both hands, and then slowly stood up straight.
He put the note on the table.
A gallows was drawn in rough handwriting on the paper, and a string of letters at irregular intervals were written under the gallows.
Mo Yi's gaze became brighter. He reached out to open his backpack, took out the book, and then carefully pulled out the note of almost the same size that was sandwiched in the book.
Immediately afterwards, he overlapped the two pieces of paper.
With a "click", the flashlight was turned on, and a bright beam of light hit from bottom to top, illuminating two kinds of equally thin and brittle paper.
Mo Yi carefully moved the relative positions of the two pieces of paper, so that the gallows and the hanged villain slowly overlapped together.
The seemingly disorganized English letters under the two pictures overlap together to form a complete sentence:
"Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate"
Mo Yi pursed his lips, staring at the two pieces of paper in a daze, his eyes lowered, wondering what he was thinking about.
Everyone standing beside Mo Yi was stunned by his continuous movements. Seeing that he stopped suddenly at this moment, they couldn't help but urgently asked:
"What's wrong? What did you find?"
Mo Yi seemed startled, raised his dazed eyes, and found his voice after a long pause:
"This sentence means that people who are about to step into this place, give up all hope."
He paused, and a strange color flashed in his dark eyes:
"From Dante's "Divine Comedy", INFERNO Ⅱ, is what he saw before entering hell, the words written on the gate of hell."
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The entire library and classroom were almost turned upside down by the players.
However, apart from a few strange lines of poems and a line of words with unknown meanings, no other clues were found.
The whole morning ended without a problem, but at least there were no casualties.
This proves that Mo Yi's deduction is correct.
The entire dungeon is long and the number of people is small, so the difficulty itself is not great. The only difficulty lies in finding the timetable and discovering the relationship between the timetable and casualties.
So basically, the way to survive this dungeon has become very simple-that is to follow the rules and survive the stipulated time.
After the prescribed lunch break, it was time for free activities. Mo Yi walked out of the room on time and walked out of the corridor.
From the corner of his eye, he subconsciously glanced at the rooms on both sides of the corridor: most of the people were still in the room, and seemed to have completely given up on exploring during free time, which is understandable after all—
Why bother chattering when you can sit back and enjoy the benefits.
What's more, wandering around in the copy is a very dangerous thing.
Mo Yi withdrew his gaze and walked forward without distraction.
His destination was clear: the closed dollhouse.
After passing through the empty circular hall and the long dark and deep corridor, Mo Yi stopped in front of that door.
He looked all over the bunch of keys, but there was no dollhouse on it, so now he had to try.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his eyelashes quivered imperceptibly, covering his deep pool-like black eyes.
He took a deep breath, put his palm on the doorknob, and a cold and hard touch came from under his palm.
With a little force from Mo Yi, the door opened without a sound, and opened smoothly and silently, as if inviting him in—
It was dark inside.
A large area of thick darkness spread, devouring and eroding the faint lights in the corridor, and the deep darkness was like an abyss, quietly waiting for the arrival of the next victim.
With a gloomy expression, Mo Yi turned on the flashlight.
Then walked inward.
There was hardly any light inside, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. Only the flashlight in Mo Yi's hand could dispel the slight darkness.
He turned around and wandered aimlessly around the room with a flashlight.
It's a pity that the beam of the flashlight is too narrow, it can only illuminate a small arc, and it is almost impossible to dispel the deep and suffocating darkness in the room.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and took a few steps inward.
I stepped on something soft under my feet.
His heart skipped a beat, and he turned the flashlight down, only to see a dirty gray rabbit lying on the bottom of his feet, with gray flocculent cotton exposed from its damaged belly, and a pair of dusty black eyes looking straight at him.
Mo Yi's heart tightened inexplicably, he moved away, but his other foot kicked something, and there was a crisp crash in the darkness.
A circular light shone through.
It was a few incomplete building blocks arranged in a small pile, scattered messily on the uneven ground, looking a little pitiful.
Mo Yi felt a strong uneasiness brewing in his heart.
He bypassed the rabbits and building blocks on the ground, and continued to walk a few steps forward. The light from the flashlight shone on the wall, illuminating the rolled up snow-white paper at a corner.
Mo Yi took a few steps closer with some doubts.
The light of the flashlight looked a little dim in the dark, but it could still barely play the role of lighting.
There is a picture on the wall.
Red and black crayon traces are carelessly intertwined on the surface of the paper, the lines are childish and simple. If you look closely, you can see several match figures standing together in a room, one of them is near the door, and the others are gathered together.
Mo Yi felt a little dazed. The flashlight illuminated the side, and he saw half a corner of a piece of paper.
He took a step sideways, and another painting was revealed.
One stickman was hanging from the beam, and the other stickman was standing on a crooked chair, stretching out his arms around the neck of the hanged little man, which looked a bit like a strange hug.
Mo Yi was startled in his heart.
He knew what these paintings were.
This is... what he has experienced since the dungeon started.
Mo Yi's heart thumped, and he made a disturbed voice. He moved his dry Adam's apple, and continued to take a step to the side.
The third painting is a group of people sitting in a restaurant eating.
The fourth painting is the second hanged person.
The fifth painting is a person lying on a bed with a child squatting beside him, holding his hanging hand.
— This is him from last night.
Mo Yi's fingers holding the flashlight were tense, and his knuckles turned white due to subconscious force. He regained his composure and continued to move to the side.
The sixth painting depicts a person.
I saw him standing by the wall of a small room, holding a flashlight, carefully looking at the six paintings on the wall on one side.
And behind that person, stood a short child, staring at him quietly.