The boundless mist carried an icy chill, rolling with wordless fear and horror, silently engulfing everything.
There was no sound at all.
It was as if all the sounds were swallowed up, leaving only a terrifying and desolate silence.
But the terrifying mist tamely bypassed Mo Yi's side, leaving a small blank space on his side, wrapping around his fingers tamely like an ordinary mist.
Mo Yi's heart was beating violently, and the rapid panting almost became the only sound in the entire space.
He subconsciously pressed his left chest. The life-and-death crisis just now made his heart rate soar to the highest. Even now, his eyes are still blurred and dizzy.
It was pure white as far as the eye could see.
—As if there is no other color in this world.
He won this gamble.
Mo Yi took a deep breath to calm down his violent heartbeat.
He had guessed not long ago that Song Qi was the mist in the last dungeon
So during the confrontation just now, he chose to write in the palm of Song Qi's hand and asked him to find the bodies of the two brothers instead of seeking Wang Zezhi's help, because of this consideration.
——And judging from the shocked expression of "Zhao Yicheng", the boss "Song Qi" is probably not low level.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, suppressing the strong uneasiness rising in his heart.
In fact, what he did—including directly opening the door of the orphanage later on—was equivalent to betting his life on this extremely dangerous existence who didn't know the details of his emotions.
This feeling of being out of control is really uncomfortable.
It seems to be walking on light clouds, with no real ground under your feet, everything around you is full of danger and unknown, surrounded by an uncertain sense of crisis.
At this moment, the mist in front of him slowly gathered, just like the end of the last dungeon, a human figure slowly condensed in the mist.
Song Qi.
His appearance was slightly different from that in the dungeon. His aggressive facial features were sharp and indifferent, and the color of his pupils became lighter and lighter, as if they were flowing light gray.
He stood not far away and said, "You have already discovered it."
declarative sentence.
Mo Yi's eyes dimmed slightly, his whole body tensed up, and he didn't answer.
"Song Qi" continued: "It was my negligence, after all..."
He stopped after speaking halfway, and changed the subject nonchalantly:
"Wang Zezhi, I let him fall asleep. When the time for the dungeon is up, he will naturally be transmitted to the real world."
Mo Yi felt a little relieved when he mentioned it.
He narrowed his eyes and asked, "At the beginning of the dungeon, that woman opened the door once. Did you sneak in at that time?"
At that time, Mo Yi clearly remembered that the number of players he had counted was nine, but after the woman opened the door, the number became ten again.
At that time, he thought it was because the environment was too random and wrong - now it seems that it is probably not.
"Song Qi" didn't have any fluctuations in his face, he replied:
"I cannot interfere with your game progress in the dungeon, so you must open the door, otherwise I will never be able to enter."
This sentence is a pun.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips pursed into a cold arc.
No wonder "Song Qi" asked him to open the door just now, instead of opening the door by himself to let the mist pour in.
"Song Qi" took a step forward slowly, and a dense mist wrapped around him. He stared at Mo Yi with eyes of the same color, and his tone suddenly became slow and heavy: "You seem to have a lot of questions."
Mo Yi looked at him, but didn't speak.
His deep voice resounded in the empty space, with traces of bewitching meaning:
"One question can be replaced by another question, how about it? But... only in this copy, after all - even if I want to say other information, I can't tell you."
Mo Yi looked up at the fluorescent blue countdown suspended in midair: ten minutes left.
It's a good deal.
He looked at "Song Qi" firmly, nodded, and then asked:
"Why would the orphanage be a bystander?"
This question has been haunting him since just now. Those bystanders who paid money obviously had no connection with the orphanage other than the day of the massacre, so how could they become the orphanage itself
"Song Qi" raised his eyebrows: "After starting the side mission, the dungeon will increase in difficulty. In this dungeon, it means repeating the situation on the massacre day, so it needs the characters that appeared on the massacre day to help complete the reenactment."
He went on a step forward and said:
"The dungeon will divide roles according to its own standards. The building itself of the orphanage has witnessed everything that happened, so it was chosen as the role of bystander."
Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully, and asked, "Then what is the standard for assigning the roles of victim and perpetrator?"
"Song Qi" smiled: "This is the second question."
Hearing this, Mo Yi couldn't help but frowned a little annoyedly, then nodded slightly, motioning for the other party to ask a question.
Song Qi asked: "How do you know where the bones of those two brothers are buried?"
"First, the brothers are responsible for transporting the corpse. Second, the clue they used to give us a hint is the game of gallows (hangman). Third, every time a player dies in this orphanage, it will appear in that place Hanged corpses. Fourth, the directions in that poem."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi paused, and suddenly smiled:
"Of course, there is another thing. I have checked the underground and walls of all other rooms. There is no dark layer. The door is the only place I haven't checked. Of course, the possibility is the most."
He tilted his head and thought for a while, then continued: "... Actually, the last point is the main reason."
Song Qi's brows twitched without a trace.
—So why did you say so many things just now
After getting the answer, Song Qi was no longer vague, and finally answered the last question Mo Yi asked:
"You suddenly got good food that day. The player who chooses to eat the orphan's meal is selected as the victim, and the player who chooses to eat the expensive meal is selected as the perpetrator."
Mo Yi frowned: "But isn't Sun Xiaoyan also...?"
Song Qi's answer was fluent: "The perpetrator only needs two characters, and the other redundant characters will be identified by the dungeon as orphans who stole food from the manager, and they will be the first to be hunted down."
After he finished speaking, he took another step forward. At this time, the distance between him and Mo Yi was no more than an arm's length away: "Now you need two questions from me."
Mo Yi nodded helplessly, crossed his arms and waited for the other party to ask questions.
"Where did you grow up?"
This question was caught off guard, and Mo Yi couldn't help being taken aback. He pursed his lips, and his eyes suddenly became gloomy:
"... Ryder Orphanage."
"How old are you?"
"… Twenty-six."
Song Qi nodded and said, "Okay, it's your turn."
Mo Yi's face was a little pale at the moment, he raised his dark eyes to look directly at Song Qi, and asked:
"The difficulty of this dungeon should not be very high, but now it is almost a dead end. Why?"
Song Qi paused slightly, looked at Mo Yi with light gray eyes, and replied:
"...Because I affected the progress of the game, the game has increased the difficulty of the copy."
really.
So from the very beginning, under the seemingly plain surface, this dungeon hides deadly traps and nooses one after another, and finally constitutes a near-absolute dead end—if they hadn’t opened the door at the last moment, otherwise this dungeon Definitely their burial place.
Mo Yi looked at Song Qi, secretly tightening his heartstrings as if facing an enemy, waiting for his next question.
Just listen to Song Qi asking:
"Do you like chocolate or fruit candy?"
-What
Mo Yi looked dazed and looked at Song Qi in a daze.
What is this all about
Different from this strange question, Song Qi looked quite serious at the moment, staring at Mo Yi with a pair of pale eyes, intently waiting for his answer.
Mo Yi had no choice but to bite the bullet and replied: "...water, fruit candy."
"why?"
"... Because, because there are more flavors?"
"Okay, I'll write it down." Song Qi nodded seriously.
Mo Yi: "..."? ?
What kind of irrelevant information did you write down, huh? !
Mo Yi took the time to raise his head, and looked at the glowing blue countdown suspended in mid-air: there was less than a minute left.
His gaze suddenly became solemn, he sped up his speech, and asked the last question: "Do you know me?"
Song Qi smiled: "I only answer questions about this dungeon."
Mo Yi put it another way: "Why did you save me?"
Song Qi: "I only answer..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Yi interrupted him, his eyes sharp as a blade: "Then why did you save me in this dungeon?"
Song Qi was taken aback for a moment, with a helpless expression on his face: ""
As soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Yi heard a familiar electronic music: "Congratulations on your successful escape!"
Oops, it's time!
But Song Qi still owes him a question!
Mo Yi's eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness just like last time. Before he passed out, his blurry eyes flicked over his wrist—
Before he completely lost consciousness, the last thought in Mo Yi's mind was...
"So... that novice gift bag is really just a decoration."
The author has something to say:
Mo Yi: "... I was tricked."