Mo Yi was startled, and subconsciously took a few steps forward.
The mask stayed quietly by the bedside, with a thick layer of dust on it, and the dark glass eye mask was also stained into a foggy color by the dust, and the silver-white beak was curved and elongated, hanging in the air on the edge of the cabinet .
Seeing that his eyes were wrong, Yu Ran followed his gaze and looked over, her expression couldn't help becoming serious:
"What? Is there something wrong with this mask?"
Mo Yi's eyes were still tightly locked on the mask, he pursed his lips, and replied:
"During the Middle Ages, when the Black Death spread, doctors in that era would wear tight linen black robes and masks like this to prevent infection."
—The Black Death, that is, the plague, this specter that once hovered over the European continent took away nearly one-third of the population of the European continent with death and terror.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes completely covered the expression in them, and cast a deep shadow under his pale cheeks.
He paused and continued:
"I'm wondering if the previous mouse has anything to do with this."
Yu Ran's face also became dignified, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at the mask deeply.
Mo Yi didn't say anything anymore, just took a few steps forward, and when he was about to take a closer look—
A low humming came from outside the door.
Different from the intermittent humming of nursery rhymes like a music box last time, this time the voice is gentle and soft, as if sung by real children.
The immature child's voice hummed an unknown tune in a low voice, which seemed extraordinarily weird in the room.
But for some reason, the voice sounded... a bit muffled, and it was extremely difficult to make out the lyrics of the ballad.
All the players involuntarily stopped their actions.
They looked at each other, seeing the same horror and distortion on each other's faces.
The cold air in the room invaded the skin along with the child's low humming, and climbed up along the bones and skin, arousing deep coldness and fear.
Mo Yi's complexion became paler, and his darker black eyes were extremely bright, as if they had been tainted with a compelling look.
Regardless of Yu Ran's small voice behind him, he turned around and walked slowly, step by step, towards the source of the sound.
The closer you get to the sound source, the clearer the humming becomes.
Mo Yi walked out of the room and entered the hall, the sound of nursery rhymes was echoing, and the twisted and uneven structure of the house seemed more and more weird in the field of vision.
He noticed that besides himself, there were many other players in the lobby as well.
Mo Yi held his breath and continued to walk a few steps forward.
He catches snips of humming—“… rose… pocketful-of… ashes”
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, a thought flashed through his mind very quickly, he took a few steps forward again hastily, and looked around the hall.
— This time, he found the source of the sound.
second floor.
Mo Yi raised his head and looked at the crooked and narrow stairs, only to see strangely shaped uneven steps protruding step by step into the darkness of the second floor without a trace of light.
The darkness above the stairs condensed like a solid body, with an ominous and dangerous aura surging.
A chill came over Mo Yi's heart, and the scene he saw outside the room just now reappeared before his eyes irresistibly.
That pale and fuzzy face seemed to be waiting in the darkness at the end of the stairs at this moment, watching him quietly.
The voice of the nursery rhyme came more clearly:
“… Ashes, ashes, we-all-fall-down…”
Mo Yi's breathing became rapid, and the sound of rushing blood seemed to be ringing in his ears, and his mind was buzzing.
Impulse from nowhere dominated his behavior for a moment, Mo Yi turned on the flashlight, and shone it into the thick and unresolved darkness at the end of the stairs.
On the stairs, a figure stood quietly in the darkness. The straight cloak wrapped its body tightly, making it difficult to see the whole picture.
It stopped humming.
A heart-wrenching silence instantly enveloped the entire room, and it seemed as if they could hear each other's violent heartbeats.
Its head suddenly rolled down without warning!
As the head fell, the cloak on his body seemed to have lost its support, and he fell to the ground with a clatter.
—It was empty inside.
The head rolled down the steps of the stairs with a grunt, and swelled on the hard ground with a metallic clang.
Mo Yi quickly dodged it.
He recognized that what rolled down was not a head.
... but the same beak mask as in that room.
The silver-white bird's beak is curved and slender, and there is nothing misty in the pitch-black eyepatch, which looks weird and terrifying.
The mask rolled along the floor to the center of the hall, and then stopped slowly.
It was too late to say it, and at the moment it stopped, a lot of mice burst out of the mask!
A dense swarm of rats scattered and fled to all parts of the room, and Mo Yi's heart rang out, and he shouted: "Be careful!"
But it was too late.
The two players couldn't dodge in time, and the rapidly spreading mouse climbed onto them, and then bit them hard on the shoulder.
They screamed in pain, and before they could tear the rats away from their bodies, they turned into dust and dissipated.
The rest of the mice hid in the dark corners of the house one after another, but disappeared within seconds.
There was silence in the house again.
Several players wanted to get close to check the situation of those two people, Mo Yi shouted sharply: "Don't go there!"
They were startled, and their steps stopped involuntarily.
The two bitten players looked unhappy, and were about to argue with Mo Yi. The next second, their faces turned pale, flushed with a trace of low-grade fever, and they staggered a few times in a daze.
Immediately afterwards, they screamed in pain: "Ah, what's going on! It hurts! It's hot!"
The two of them twitched and rolled on the ground, as if this could relieve the pain. Everyone watched their faces, hands, and all exposed skin, and circles of redness spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. The rash and erythema quickly condensed into dark red scabs, which looked shocking on the pale skin.
Vomit was all over their bodies, and the foul smell spread.
They gasped with difficulty, making bellows-like wheezes as if they were suffocating—then twitched twice and stopped moving.
The plague came so fiercely that in less than three minutes, the infected people experienced all the symptoms of the five days after infection of the Black Death—and then mercilessly put them to death.
A suffocating silence spread through the crowd.
Everyone stared in shock at the two unrecognizable corpses on the ground, their throats seemed to be stuffed with cotton wool, and no sound could come out.
Mo Yi pressed his lips tightly, and slowly tightened his fingers, his knuckles turned white due to the force.
"The full text of the nursery rhyme I sang just now is:
ring-a-ring, o-rose, A-pocketful-of-poises,
Ashes, Ashes, we-all-fall-down. "
[Weave a garland of roses, pockets full of flowers, ashes, ashes, we all fall down]
Mo Yi took a deep breath and continued:
"This nursery rhyme is said to have originated from the Great Plague of London. The rosette refers to the initial symptoms of infection with the Black Death, namely rashes and red spots, and the ashes refers to the ashes of burning corpses."
Hearing this, everyone's faces turned ashen, and some even closed their eyes subconsciously, unable to bear to look closely.
The atmosphere in the air was almost suffocating.
One of the players jumped out, his sweat-soaked face was pale and distorted, his bloodshot eyes flickered with madness, he pointed at Mo Yi with trembling fingers, spit spattered from his mouth:
"It's all you! It's all you! If you hadn't turned on the flashlight! Those two people wouldn't have died at all!"
He giggled nervously: "And how do you know this so well! It must be a conspiracy!"
Mo Yi frowned expressionlessly, too lazy to refute.
The fog that had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke at this moment:
"There are downsides to showing up in this state, at least there is no way to deal with this kind of person."
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, recalling his similar situation in the last dungeon, the difference is that the one next to him broke the opponent's arm this time...
He suddenly wanted to laugh.
But because the situation in front of him was really not suitable for laughing, Mo Yi had no choice but to purse his lips, suppress the smile in his eyes, and tried his best to maintain his expressionless and cold look.
He opened his mouth and was about to say something.
But in the next second, Mo Yi suddenly remembered that only he could see the other party, and the words in his mouth subconsciously turned a corner, and he swallowed them back abruptly.
Unable to speak, Mo Yi had no choice but to covertly reach out and pinch the other's cold fingers hanging by his side.
The message was conveyed with gentle strength—it's okay, he didn't care.
Fog's whole body froze.
At this moment, Mo Yi was about to withdraw his hand. After realizing it, he quickly stretched out his hand and clasped Mo Yi's fingers tightly——
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, feeling a little puzzled.
… what? What is this for
Didn't he convey his meaning clearly enough
But breaking free at this time is too big a move, and no one else can see it... just hold it if you want.
Anyway, there will be no less meat.
Mo Yi relaxed the muscles in his hands and let the mist clenched his fingers tightly.
The player spat and talked for a long time, and when he looked up, he found that Mo Yi was still wandering in the sky, as if he didn't pay attention to him at all, and couldn't help being angry for a while.
He rushed forward, his fingers clenched into fists, and he was about to swing it down.
—Suddenly, a feeling of extreme cold suddenly hit him without warning, occupying all his senses, as if standing naked on the ice and snow, and sinking deep into the bottom of the ocean, suffocating and terrified.
As if being stared at by some giant beast.
A cold and deep sense of danger enveloped him, making his hair stand on end, his teeth chattering, and his raised fist couldn't help but stop in the air, unable to move.
Others around him didn't notice it.
Seeing that his movements were getting more and more outrageous, Yu Ran frowned imperceptibly, took a step forward, and stood between Mo Yi and the player.
She opened her mouth and said:
"According to the urine nature of the dungeon, even without Mo Yi, the mask will roll off. If you want to live longer, you have to learn to be less jealous."
That cold and dangerous feeling came and went quickly, and disappeared without a trace after Yu Ran finished speaking.
The clothes on that player were almost soaked in cold sweat, and the sanity lost under the erosion of anger returned.
Even after being ridiculed by Yu Ran, he didn't dare to refute. He just withdrew his hand in desperation, cursed a few times, and returned to his previous position.
Fog stared at him coldly, his dark gray eyes glowed with an inorganic color, and his stern side lines were tight.
He retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes coldly.
Immediately afterwards, he carefully adjusted the movements of his fingers, and when Mo Yi wasn't paying attention, he changed into interlocking fingers.
Wu stole a glance at Mo Yi, seeing that he didn't respond, then quickly turned his gaze and looked straight ahead.
The thin lips restrainedly evoked a tiny arc.