The bell disappeared, and the hallway became dead silent again.
People looked at each other, seeing their own bewildered faces in each other's eyes.
What does this ringtone mean? What's next? No one knows, they are like blindfolded people, walking towards the edge of the cliff step by step, and no one knows whether the next step will lead to doom.
Sudden! There is a small sound of crackling in my ears!
The entire corridor is twisting and elongating at a speed visible to the naked eye. The snow-white wall skin is peeling off quickly, revealing the dirty blue-gray wall below, and the steel bars penetrate the concrete, stretching out in a hideous gesture.
"Zi la—" The lights became blurred and dim.
The door frame of the classroom is also twisted and deformed, its greedy mouth is wide open in the darkness, and vague shadows move in the classroom.
"Ah!" There was a scream from the crowd, a middle-aged man stared straight at the wall beside him, his face was pale, and he pointed at it with trembling fingers: "...you, look..."
I saw that the miserable blue wall was covered with large and small crooked blood characters at some time, which hadn't dried up yet, and thick blood was dripping down, and the lines revealed cruel malice-"Go to hell".
Mo Yi felt a chill down his back.
An inexplicable feeling attacked him, making his hair stand on end, but this feeling did not come from the blood in front of his eyes, but from... behind.
He glanced back.
I saw a thick fog slowly spreading from the end of the corridor, approaching silently, silently, the edge of the fog peak was steep and distinct, with wordless terror, approaching them like a living thing. That's where the chilling malice comes from.
"Wu Wuming—?" The previous reminder suddenly hit Mo Yi like lightning.
He raised his voice and shouted: "Run!"
While talking, he ran in the opposite direction of the fog.
The others turned their heads when they heard the words, and also saw the fog.
They subconsciously wanted to escape, but their heels seemed to be pressed against the ground, and they couldn't move. The slowly changing mist at the end of their eyes seemed to have magical powers, firmly grasping their uncontrollable eyes...
But in the blink of an eye, the fog was already approaching.
The man standing at the end of the crowd suddenly fell heavily to the ground, his nails sank deep into the cracks in the floor, and he screamed in horror: "Help me!! Something is grabbing my leg!! Help! Help! "
The thick and turbid mist continued to slowly move forward, and the man's figure seemed to be pulled, and then pulled into the mist—screaming, struggling, and suddenly stopped.
Only the cold dead silence remained, as if everything about him had been swallowed up by the silent mist.
His scream finally brought back the sanity of the people—
run!
An inexplicable fear struck everyone, making their hair stand on end and their backs chilling. No one questioned Mo Yi's words anymore, and there was only one word left in their hearts: run!
Run like hell!
The sound of pattering footsteps and panicked gasps intertwined, which was very clear in the empty corridor, rushing and flustered, while the slow-moving fog wall behind it moved forward quietly and smoothly, swallowing everything, Sound, light and shadow, life.
After the ringing of the bell, the entire corridor became bizarre and winding, almost endless, but fortunately the fog did not move fast, and under everyone's full sprint, they would soon be invisible It's foggy.
Mo Yi slowed down, panting heavily with his hands on his knees, his face was flushed after exercise.
The others also panted and stopped, their eyes filled with the hope of remaining alive after the catastrophe.
A man came over, reached out and patted Mo Yi's back, helping him to relax.
Mo Yi looked up and recognized him: he greeted himself in the corridor before - and he was also the first person to react just now.
At this moment, he was squinting his eyes and looking down at Mo Yi.
At this moment, a man ran over, he stood still gasping for breath, the panic from just now still remained in his eyes, obviously he hadn't recovered from the critical moment just now. He took a few deep breaths, then looked up at Mo Yi in a half-bewildered, half-dumb manner, and asked:
"You, how did you know there was something wrong with that fog?"
Mo Yi adjusted his breathing, stretched out his hands to support the wall and stood up, his voice was still a little unsteady:
"That prompt... the nameless fog should refer to the "nameless fog"."
Even though he was a little out of breath, he still pronounced his words clearly and loudly, unexpectedly carrying a hint of terror in this environment. As his words fell, the air suddenly became quiet.
—Everyone was at a loss.
Mo Yi: "..."
He rubbed his temples and explained:
"In Cthulhu mythology, "Glaaki's Apocalypse", the nameless fog is mentioned. It is the symbol of Nyog Soheep, a mysterious outer god. It is said that no one can spy on the horror lurking in it …”
Lovecraft's Cthulhu mythology system is the source of inspiration for many horror novels and the spiritual idol of many authors.
But before he finished speaking, Mo Yi suddenly stopped and swallowed back the long speech he was about to blurt.
He glanced at the blank eyes of everyone around, and was silent for a while, then asked in a different way: "Has anyone seen Stephen King's "The Mist"?"
Jiang Yuanbai raised his hand hesitantly: "...Does it count if you only watched the movie?"
Several others also nodded.
Mo Yi explained smoothly: "The fog in "The Mist" was created based on this, in short, don't get close, don't touch it."
The man nodded, the previous contempt disappeared from his eyes, then he took a deep look at Mo Yi, stretched out his hand to him, and smiled: "Shen Lei."
"... Mo Yi." He took the outstretched hand.
Shen Lei frowned, only felt that the opponent's palm was astonishingly cold, so thin that only the bones remained, and it was as cold as jade when holding it.
He stretched out his hand and patted Mo Yi's back, making him stagger: "Young man, you see that you were out of breath just now, and your health is too poor. Even if you are sitting in an office, you can't be so lack of exercise. It's easy to die in the game." of."
Mo Yi: "... cough cough cough cough!"
Brother, please don't shoot me, otherwise I'm afraid I will die in your hands before being killed by the ghost.
Shen Lei let go of Mo Yi with a smile, and then roughly looked around: everything around him had changed, the whole corridor was like an abstract painting by Picasso, apart from being torn apart, there was also a weird and bizarre . He frowned and thought for a while, then turned his head and said to everyone:
"It is impossible for this game not to give us a chance to escape. This would violate the rules. Although the fog is deadly, its moving speed is a flaw. As long as we are fast enough, there should still be a possibility of survival."
A girl sobbed softly and asked, "Well, where should we go next?"
"Go upstairs." Shen Lei had obviously thought it over, and he answered crisply: "Just now I saw the composition of the entire teaching building. There are four floors in this building, and the lower three floors are the first to third floors. The first floor is for teachers, and the sooner we get to the top floor, the better our chances of survival."
Everyone looked at each other, then nodded, agreeing to Shen Lei's proposal.
"The stairwell is at the end of the corridor, let's go." Shen Lei took a cigarette in his mouth, and walked in front first, and the others followed.
The farther you go, the dimmer the lights in the corridor. In the blurry darkness, the surrounding silence is disturbing. You can only see the light blue countdown glowing in the sky outside the window.
The few people walking in front obviously came prepared, and they took out flashlights from their backpacks to illuminate the road in front of them.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Lei finally stopped.
"It's here." With the light of the flashlight, Mo Yi saw that the scene in front of him was completely different from before. The handrails of the stairs had been broken, and the wall skin had peeled off, revealing the blue walls and broken cement, and dust fell down rustlingly. , and the stairs are crowded together unevenly, like ruins after an earthquake.
A rotten smell spread over the surface.
Just when everyone was about to go up the stairs, they only heard a soft humming not far away. The sweet child's voice was creepy, and it sang: "Honey... come and play..."
I saw a black, round thing rolling down the stairs, bumping into Mo Yi's calf.
Mo Yi looked down.
It was a vague, frightened, pale face, entwined with black hair, like a melted wax figure.
This is the face of the missing woman.
It was her head that rolled down the stairs.
The weird child's voice got closer, it smiled sweetly, sang, and then asked:
"Did anyone see my ball?"
"Did anyone see my ball?"
Every sound became clearer, closer, and darker.
Mo Yi looked at the head under his feet, took a deep breath, and raised his foot with all his might—kicking it flying.
The skull rolled away into the distant darkness.
Tong Sheng: "..."
Shen Lei: "..."
Everyone: "..."
There was an eerie silence in the air.
Mo Yi: "What are you still doing, run away!!"