Everyone just woke up like a dream, and ran up desperately.
The steps in the corridor are twisted into weird angles, and it is very easy to fall even with sufficient lighting, let alone in the dark and panic-only a tooth-sick bone cracking sound came from behind There was a shrill scream: "Ah! My feet! Help! Don't leave me!"
Mo Yi paused, and was about to turn around, but only heard a strange and vague "giggling" sound from the stairwell, which sounded like the light laughter of a little girl, she smiled sweetly and contentedly, as if finally I got my favorite toy.
Immediately afterwards, the man's voice was like a tape that was interrupted in an instant... Just like that, it disappeared.
Those screams, begging for mercy, and cries for help all disappeared without a trace, as if being swallowed by darkness.
Everyone climbed up one by one, with an unconcealable heaviness and fear on their faces besides the luck and fear of escaping from death.
Mo Yi raised his eyes and glanced around, counting silently in his heart.
There were originally 11 people in the team, but now there are only 8 people left.
But now it's just escaped a layer.
Everyone's face cast a shadow of death.
At this moment, the metal bell rang again, and the monotonous and piercing sound resounded through the entire corridor. As the bell stopped, the whole school seemed to be undergoing rapid changes.
Just blinking twice, the scene in front of me has become completely different.
The long and empty corridors, the clean white walls, the silent classrooms, the white light tubes flickering overhead, and the decayed and cold atmosphere that seems to have never changed, and the humid air that looks like a rainy day.
It seemed that the distorted scene of purgatory before was just a fantasy in everyone's mind.
Mo Yi's heart tightened, and he rushed to the window in the corridor, looking out of the window that was so dark that there was no light.
I saw that the number became: 4:05.
— Exactly ten minutes have passed since the last ringtone!
Shen Lei on the side also came over, followed Mo Yi's line of sight to the sky, his eyes flashed thoughtfully: "... 45 minutes, 10 minutes, school, these two time and space states are probably in accordance with The rules of class and get out of class are switched."
Mo Yi nodded.
This transformation mode reminded him of the famous horror game: Silent Hill, where the class time is the watch world, and the get out of class time is the inner world. It's just that it's different from the randomness of switching between the inner and outer worlds in the game, the switching here is obviously regular.
In that case... 45 minutes until the next switch.
Suddenly, he frowned, as if he smelled some unusual smell, a strong smell of blood drifted slowly down the corridor, making it almost impossible to ignore.
There were also small complaints and whispers from the crowd around: "...do you smell it?" "What is this smell?..."
Someone boldly took a few steps forward, and looked into a classroom in the direction of the smell. It didn't matter if he looked at it, and saw that person's face turned pale in an instant, and "dendenden" stepped back a few steps , and then his legs softened, and he sat down on the ground.
His trembling fingers pointed into the window, his mouth was wide open but he couldn't speak, he could only make a shocked "hehe".
A sense of ominous premonition struck, Mo Yi slowly moved forward along with everyone, and then took advantage of his height to look into the classroom window.
The classroom is still neat and clean, with stacked books and uncleaned blackboards, it looks as if the students just left.
The only difference is... There are a few more figures in the classroom.
In the second row near the door, there was a girl sitting upright. Her back was straight and her hands were folded on the table, as if she was listening to a class seriously.
However, on her slender neck, there is no head.
The fracture was neat and smooth, and the broken neck bone and trachea could be seen. Large streams of blood gushed out along the incision, and the clothes and the tabletop were already stained red with blood, which looked shocking.
In the first row near the window, a man was lying on the table, as if secretly falling asleep in class, but his face facing the door of the classroom was terribly distorted, and his blue-gray face had bulging eyeballs, as if seeing What a terrible sight generally clenching teeth.
His legs stretched out of the desk, and his calf was bloody and bloody, twisted into an unnatural arc, the white bones pierced the skin, and the blood flowed slowly on the ground along the feet.
The entire classroom was extremely quiet, almost suffocating.
Seeing such a scene, even Shen Lei, who is as experienced as he is, couldn't help but turn blue. He swallowed, then took a step forward, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the classroom.
The smell of blood rushed to his face as Shen Lei pushed the door, becoming more intense, Mo Yi only felt his stomach churning, and it took a long time of psychological construction to suppress this disgusting feeling.
Patting his back with one hand, Mo Yi turned his head to look, and saw Jiang Yuanbai looking at him worriedly, although his face was not in a good mood like him, he just asked in a low voice: "You well enough?"
Mo Yi gritted his teeth and nodded.
Jiang Yuanbai withdrew his hand, his brows were serious: "You are really too thin, your bones are so broken that my hands hurt."
Mo Yi: "..." Is your focus not right
After Jiang Yuanbai's interruption, Mo Yi's mood calmed down a lot. He followed the two relatively bold people in front and walked into the classroom together. The others either didn't dare to approach the classroom at all, or Just ran to the side and vomited.
At this moment, Shen Lei had roughly checked the corpse. He turned his head to look at the people who walked into the classroom, and said in a heavy voice, "Both of them belong to us."
One is the owner of the head, the other is the man who fell down the stairs, and the man who was dragged into the mist is still missing.
But Mo Yi was not particularly surprised. If the fog is really the "nameless fog", it would be unexpected if the man's body really appeared here.
The energy-saving light tube above the head made a "sizzling" sound.
The iron smell of blood became less disgusting after getting used to it. Mo Yi thought so, and while walking two steps towards the back of the classroom, his eyes accidentally touched a corner of the wall. His blood seemed to be frozen, and he could no longer look away.
I saw a few large characters pasted on the snow-white wall: "208 days to the college entrance examination".
It was exactly the same as the classroom he woke up in.
The doubtful point that he escaped and failed to discover just now came to mind: Shen Lei said that the map shows that the first floor to the third floor belong to the three grades of high school respectively, and the classroom that Mo Yi left is the same as the current classroom. They are located on the first and second floors respectively, but they are obviously classrooms belonging to the third year of high school!
Mo Yi turned around and searched the classroom eagerly.
Then he strode towards one of the desks in the classroom, reached out to pick up the exercise book on the top of the book, and flipped it skillfully.
He was cold and his heels were almost nailed in place.
I saw that on the title page it was written in beautiful and soft handwriting: "Grade 3, Class 3, Zhao Qiulan."