Mo Yi took a few steps forward, staring deeply at the half-closed door.
The weak candlelight in the dilapidated and dusty candlesticks could not disperse the darkness in the room, and swayed the twisted tables and chairs in the room to cast strange reflections on the uneven walls, like living ghosts, alternately changing all kinds of weirdness shape.
The strong smell of blood in the room has disappeared.
The dusty, decaying and dark smell re-occupied people's senses, mixed with the faint and almost imperceptible smell of blood, pressing heavily on people's hearts like stones.
And on the uneven ground at the door, there was no trace of blood.
Mo Yi's eyes turned to the injured player who had been placed on the chair before.
The man is dead.
The plump cheeks before were flattened, the lips widened in despair, exposing the dehydrated mouth and tongue, protruding eyeballs, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if before he died, he didn't understand why he died.
Mo Yi's gaze moved down slowly, and landed on his previously injured leg.
Among the broken clothes, the wound was white, and between the turned out flesh was dense white bones, which looked particularly shocking, and what was even more strange was that there was no trace of blood on the wound.
The floor under the chairs is equally as clean and excessive.
In some dungeons, depending on the specific situation, the corpse may disappear automatically... However, the blood in each dungeon is like a stain or a badge, and it will freeze where it was left, even if the corpse is taken away by the system , Blood stains will also remain.
And this time, the body was still there, and all the blood was gone.
Even the bloody handprint that was printed on the wooden door when the previous player came in was gone.
If the blood stains outside the house could be explained by seeping into the ground or being absorbed by dead trees, but it disappeared without a trace on the wooden floor inside the house, which is extremely weird.
Under the dim light, Mo Yi's face looked paler, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and there was no trace of blood on the pale lips.
— as if the blood had been sucked dry from the whole house.
At this moment, Wu suddenly took a step forward and approached without warning.
The distance between the two shortened in an instant, and the clear and icy breath enveloped Mo Yi instantly, like a pine forest shrouded in mist after rain.
His voice was deep and low, so close that it seemed to be right next to his ear:
"You don't have to worry about this copy."
As if he didn't understand the meaning hidden in his words, Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, and turned his head to look at the mist.
… no need to worry? What's the meaning
I saw Misty slightly narrowing his light gray eyes, his neat side profile looked a bit stern under the light, and his thin lips curled into a slight arc:
"The last dungeon was because I entered as a player, which affected the progress of the game, which led to a significant increase in difficulty."
Wu stared at him closely with a pair of penetrating light-colored eyes, and gave a low laugh:
"And this time, I didn't enter the copy with any identity, and... if you didn't suck my blood, you wouldn't be able to see me."
Mo Yi's eyebrows condensed slightly.
This time it is a semi-open copy, and players don't need to manually open the door of the copy building to let in the fog.
It means that the participation of Wuqi this time is to take advantage of the loopholes of the game system, so the difficulty of the game will not increase with his participation.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, and there was a shallow line between his brows. He looked around the whole room without any trace, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to them, he lowered his voice and asked:
"So, the reason why you let me not worry too much is that the difficulty of the game will not be increased because of you?"
Unexpectedly, Misty shook his head.
His gaze softened slightly, and the corners of his lips curled into a slight arc:
"The membership test copy is for all players who have discovered the connection between reality and the game, and have found props to complete the story of the copy."
Mo Yi lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and subconsciously stroked his protruding knuckles with his fingers.
The hard bones are covered with thin flesh, and the pale skin that has not seen the sun for a long time is slightly red.
Fog's eyes stayed on his hand for a moment, then he looked away without any trace, and continued:
"The difficulty of the dungeons you have experienced since you entered the game is not low, it can even be said... very high, while other players... although there are many dungeons they have experienced, most of them came from C-level and B-level dungeons."
So... he means...
This dungeon, which may be insurmountable to those players, is actually not as scary as imagined
—Then why did it suddenly occur to him to say this
Mo Yi was slightly taken aback.
In the next second, he seemed to understand something.
Perhaps influenced by Jiang Yuanrou's extraordinarily nervous attitude, Mo Yi was overly wary of the difficulty of this dungeon of membership qualifications, so since he entered the dungeon, his nerves have been extremely tense.
And this tense state with no positive meaning almost affected his judgment and reasoning ability, making him a little hesitant and worried about gains and losses.
I thought my nervousness was well hidden, but I didn't expect it to be discovered.
There were faint smile lines on Mo Yi's lips, and there was a little real warmth in his dark eyes, and the contours of his face softened a little, and he said sincerely:
"Thank you very much."
— After all, such a way of consoling people in a roundabout way is rare.
Seeing this, Misty was stunned, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly turned his head away sharply, and coughed uncomfortably:
"Cough...you're welcome."
At this moment, Yu Ran came out of the room beside her, and when she looked up, she happened to see Mo Yi standing at the entrance of the corridor.
"... Mo Yi?"
She raised her eyebrows in surprise, and stopped him: "Are you out?"
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and followed the sound to look at Yu Ran.
I only heard her ask with some concern:
"You didn't encounter any danger in there, did you?"
Mo Yi smiled, and nodded politely and restrainedly at her: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."
Yu Ran took a few steps closer to him, but before she reached Mo Yi's side, she felt an inexplicable chill in her body. Although she didn't know where this strange feeling came from, she subconsciously felt that it was dangerous.
Although he didn't delve into it, Yu Ran subconsciously stopped.
Her gaze followed the direction Mo Yi was looking at just now, and she also saw the dead body of the injured player.
Yu Ran was startled, and couldn't help but take a short breath of cold air. She couldn't control her volume for a moment, and asked a little stumblingly:
"He, he's dead? How come? I didn't hear anything at all!"
Mo Yi's gaze sank for a moment, he nodded slowly, and then said:
"Yes, and he should have lost too much blood to die."
Yu Ran recovered from the shock. She stared at the man's body, and also noticed the distinctiveness of the wound on the body. She frowned and asked, "The blood?"
"Yes, gone."
Mo Yi nodded, with a heavy face on his face:
"It seems that we must be careful not to get hurt in the future."
Yu Ran understood what he meant:
Once injured, they are likely to end up in the same fate as that player: being sucked dry by this copy and dying.
She took a deep breath, forced herself to look away from the corpse, quickly calmed down, and asked:
"By the way, did you find any clues in the corridor?"
Mo Yi briefly described the kitchen at the end of the corridor, and then completely recounted the third nursery rhyme he found in the kitchen to Yu Ran.
Yu Ran's brows slowly frowned as he narrated, and she murmured: "There is a third nursery rhyme...?"
This nursery rhyme does not seem to be as straightforward as the other two nursery rhymes, but for some reason, it makes people feel vaguely uneasy.
... Rather, in this environment, the appearance of this kind of seemingly childlike nursery rhyme is even more weird.
Mo Yi's expression was serious: "Also, I think... this may not be the last song."
Unlike the two dungeons he experienced before, the dungeons this time seemed to be based on nursery rhymes, not real buildings that existed in reality.
Such a fictional space makes it even more difficult to find side quests.
And it also makes the entire dungeon extremely unpredictable.
And since it is based on nursery rhymes, it must not be composed of only these few songs.
So... what role does the nursery rhyme "The Life of Solomon Grundy" play in this copy
Mysteries struck one after another, tightly covering Mo Yi's heart, and his forehead seemed to be covered with a shadow.
Suddenly, Yu Ran seemed to remember something, and looked up at Mo Yi:
"By the way, I found this in the next room."
While talking, she handed Mo Yi a piece of paper.
It was a crumpled piece of yellowed paper, with irregular torn marks on the side edges, as if it had been randomly torn from the book by someone, it was full of dust and oil stains, and brown , Handprints like dried blood.
Mo Yi was startled, and reached out to take the paper.
His fingers subconsciously slid across the uneven and rough edges on its side, and the burrs under his fingertips felt particularly sharp to the touch, almost painful.
It is strikingly similar to the piece of paper nailed to the wall in the kitchen, whether it is the paper, the size, or the marks on it.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, suppressed his doubts in his heart, and began to try his best to identify the crooked handwriting on the paper.
The handwriting on this kind of paper was fainter and uglier than the kitchen one, as if written by a drunken man who was insane, crooked and wordless.
Mo Yi frowned, read the above words with some difficulty, and meditated:
"Don't... cry, my_little_one?"
[Don't cry, little one]
Next was a large stain, which blurred all the writing on it, making it completely unclear. At the bottom of the paper, there was a line of writing that looked clearer:
"nothing_can_harm_you"
[Nothing can hurt you]
Identifying these two sentences is already the limit, and the others are completely covered by dust, making it impossible to read at all. And these two sentences that can be distinguished have no beginning and no end, which is confusing.
Mo Yi handed the note back to Yu Ran, and asked:
"Where did you find it?"
Yu Ran replied:
"As soon as I entered the room, it was thrown under the bed in a ball."
While meditating, Mo Yi walked towards that room in the direction pointed by Yu Ranzhi.
As soon as you enter the door, a cold and decaying smell hits your face, as if something that has been placed for a long time is moldy.
Mo Yi's attention was instantly attracted by the head of the bed.
A pitch-black mask lay on the head of the bed.
The curved beak on the top protrudes like a bird's beak, and the eyes are made of gray glass, staring at the door tightly like human eyes, looking extremely ominous.