The staccato nursery rhymes grew louder, and the eerie, hoarse tunes echoed in the house, making one's hair stand on end.
Mo Yi held his breath, and his heartbeat seemed to slow down, beating in his eardrums.
The huge rat raised its ugly, pointed face covered with scars, its wet nose twitched, sniffing around humanely.
Mo Yi glanced out of the corner of his eye, and the other players in the room did not dare to make a sound. Some even raised their hands to cover their mouths and noses, for fear that they would accidentally let out a sob or gasp, which would expose themselves. s position.
The strong smell of blood wafted in the air, mixed with the smell of dust in the house, making one's stomach sour.
I saw it opened the only mouth on its face, its sharp white teeth were exposed in the pointed mouth, and the tip of the teeth was still dripping down with blood and minced meat, it looked particularly terrifying—it let out a piercing cry scream.
It's like crying, or screaming, like the harsh sound of nails scraping on glass, with sharp penetration.
The sound of claws scratching came from outside the open house, and within a minute, the other two mice seemed to have heard the call of their companions, and ran back at an extremely fast speed.
Their appearance is equally horrifying, with crooked needlework marks on the eversioned bright red flesh, ugly twisted pointed faces without eyes, only a big mouth dripping with blood.
Mo Yi noticed sharply that each of them was holding a pair of eyeballs still connected to the optic nerve in their front paws.
Red, white and white juices are mixed on it, as if dug out directly from the human brain.
Mo Yi felt his stomach churning.
Even after going through two dungeons, I have a little resistance to this kind of murderous and disgusting picture, but the shock of facing this scene is still great—especially considering that they may have been in people's eye sockets a few minutes ago inside.
Among the three mice, the one that sprang out first was the largest, and it seemed that it was also the leader giving orders.
It opened its mouth, screamed a few times, and then ran out the door with the unrecognizable corpse under the ground in its mouth.
The other two mice followed closely behind.
The three huge and weird bodies quickly disappeared outside the door, and the sound of claws scratching gradually faded away.
The vague and intermittent nursery rhyme sound also seemed to be stuck, the sound became smaller and smaller, more and more distorted, and finally turned into a hoarse stuttering between gears, and finally stopped completely.
There was no more sound in the room, it was eerily quiet.
The remaining players still stood stiffly in place, not daring to act rashly at all, and did not relax until they were sure that the nightmarish claws and sharp screams were completely far away.
A player fell to the ground weakly holding on to the wall, his weak legs could no longer support his heavy body, his frightened and pale face was covered with tears at some point, and he was sobbing silently uncontrollably.
The other players were not much better. There was not much happiness on their faces, but more fear and powerlessness.
Just an hour and a half after the game started, at least six players had already died.
You know, there are only seventeen players in this dungeon.
Mo Yi let out a breath slowly, the tight shoulders and neck finally relaxed, the fatigue and soreness that he hadn't noticed just now swept in like a tide, engulfing his limbs and gnawing at his nerves .
He moved his stiff legs, and leaned his back against the crooked wall involuntarily.
The cold and hard touch was transmitted to his mind through the sweat-soaked shirt, which made him tremble all over and was shocked by the ice.
Mo Yi raised his head subconsciously, and looked out of the window through the blurred window.
In the dense darkness, one could see the fluorescent blue countdown flashing silently in midair.
—Five and a half hours.
What will happen next, no one knows.
Depressed, the fear of the unknown makes almost everyone look desperate.
At this moment, there was a sound of dragging footsteps outside the door, as if someone was walking with difficulty.
Everyone's nerves tensed up again in an instant, they held their breath, widened their eyes, and looked outside the half-closed wooden door.
Hearing only a "pop", a bloody hand slapped on the wooden door, and the door was slammed loudly, making all the players inside the door jump. Just as everyone was terrified, a bloody hand A figure appeared outside the door.
The man staggered and fell into a pool of blood on the ground.
Someone finally came to his senses and took a few steps forward to support the blood-soaked man. The man finally took a breath, raised his blood-smeared face, and said intermittently:
"Others... everyone else is, all dead... eyes gone..."
Only then did everyone see that one of the man's legs was bloody and bloody, the huge bite marks tore through the fabric, and even the bones could be seen.
The man breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "One... wanted to kill me. When it heard the cry, it ran away and spared my life."
Everyone can't help but be silent.
Secretly thinking about the player's current injuries, no matter how good the doctor and conditions are, he can't make him walk again. In such a dangerous instance, losing the ability to move is basically the same as being sentenced to death.
This life... There is basically no difference between staying or not staying.
Everyone settled the survivor on a chair that looked stable, the atmosphere in the air suddenly became extraordinarily dignified, and everyone's mood became even more depressed.
Standing aside, Yu Ran said: "Now is not the time to give up, everyone continues to search for clues, maybe we can find a way to crack it."
The surviving players now basically all had gaming experience, and quickly adjusted their temporarily depressed mentality, forcibly cheered up again, and began to explore around the room.
Although the layout and appearance of the house were strange, it was not small. The large hall connected three rooms, a gloomy and dark corridor, and a crooked staircase that stretched from the first floor to the second floor.
The players spread out in pairs and walked towards several surrounding rooms.
No one wants to take a step closer to that gloomy corridor with no light—after all, those rats came out from there. Who knows if there will be some terrifying creatures hiding in the darkness waiting for an opportunity.
Mo Yi stood there thinking for a few seconds, then walked towards the corridor without changing his expression.
"... Mo Yi."
Just as he was about to walk in, a female voice stopped him from behind him.
Mo Yi was taken aback, and turned his head away.
Yu Ran was standing not far away, frowning and looking at him: "You want... to go in?"
She raised her chin towards the ominous corridor, and her slender and beautiful brows frowned even tighter: "A person?"
Mo Yi subconsciously glanced at the mist who was following him, belatedly remembered that no one else could see him except himself, and couldn't help frowning in annoyance.
Acting alone or something seems a bit too eye-catching.
But the matter has come to this point, and he is too hard to get off.
Mo Yi shrugged, and a helpless expression appeared on his face most naturally: "Because no one wants to go in except me. After all, I can't force other people to accompany me in danger."
Yu Ran pursed her lips, seeming to accept his explanation, but said to him solemnly:
"Then be careful."
Mo Yi frowned slightly, nodded at Yu Ran, turned around and walked into the corridor.
The corridor was extremely dark, and darkness enveloped every corner inside, looking like an abyss.
The uneven wooden floor beneath his feet made an unpleasant creaking sound, the smell of blood in the air became stronger, and the stale air made people suffocate for a while.
Mo Yi turned on the flashlight and walked in slowly.
In the pale beam of the flashlight, the floor was covered with bloody scratches and paw prints, and dripping blood.
The entire corridor is very narrow, like a crooked pipe, and the gap between the walls is so close that it gives the illusion of suffocation, and... there are no rooms in the entire corridor, only a faint light at the end of the corridor.
The paw prints underfoot extended into the room at the end.
That's where the three mice apparently came from.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, tightened the flashlight in his hand, and walked towards the end of the corridor.
After walking into it, he couldn't help being taken aback by the spaciousness of the room.
Under the extremely high ceiling, dim kerosene lamps were burning, and the tall tables and counters were a circle larger than normal, crooked and barely standing in place.
Mo Yi took a few steps in and looked at the room carefully.
This should be a kitchen.
There are black iron pots and kitchen utensils on the tall stove, as well as dirty cutlery and forks stacked on the table. On the table at the end, there is a dirty and blood-stained chopping board. A large, rusty kitchen knife was embedded deep into the chopping board.
Blood slowly slid down the joint between the kitchen knife and the chopping board, leaving a dark dark red mark.
Mo Yi stepped forward and saw a bright red tail on the chopping board.
The kitchen knife fits right into the notch of the tail.
The weird tune of the nursery rhyme seems to be still in my ears: [They chased the farmer's wife, and she cut off their tails]
Mo Yi pursed his lips, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something nailed to the wall opposite the chopping board.
He pulled the low stool aside, stood on it, and leaned out half of his body to look at it.
It was a yellowed and dirty note. It seemed to be a recipe and was nailed into the wall in front of the chopping board. It was covered with oil stains and a few dried bloody handprints. There were a few lines written crookedly on it:
"What_are_little_boys_made_of
Frogs_and_snails
And_puppy-dogs'_tails,
What_are_little_girls_made_of
Sugar_and_spice
And_all_that's_nice."
[What is the little boy made of
frog and snail
and the dog's tail
What is the little girl made of
sugar and spices
and all good things]
Mo Yi frowned slowly, his already pale face became more and more bloodless.
He stood quietly for a few seconds, his dark pupils flickering thoughtfully, and then jumped off the unstable chair.
Wu stood beside him and reached out to help him a little.
Mo Yi gave him an absent-minded smile, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
Before he could say anything more, Mo Yi suddenly discovered that the bright red paw prints and scratch marks on the ground had completely disappeared.
He froze for a moment, walked to the entrance of the corridor, turned on the flashlight and shone in.
Clean up uneven surfaces.
Mo Yi's pace became quicker, he quickly walked through the corridor, walked into the hall, his eyes fixed on the door.
The ground where a massacre took place just now has no blood or traces at this moment, just like the ground outside the door, the traces of murder have been completely wiped out.
As if thirsty by this twisted house.