Thanks to Ran's skillful reassurance, the other players quickly dispersed to search for clues.
Mo Yi stood still, staring at the bodies of the two players on the floor with complicated eyes.
Their bodies were twisted strangely, curled up on the floor as if they were suffering from great pain, their ferocious faces had already turned black, and their exposed skin was covered by this disgusting blackness, and thin threads of blood flowed slowly The seven orifices flow out.
The blackened face of the corpse was shrinking slowly, but at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The blood flowing from the lips, eyes and nose dripped down the dirty wooden floor along the curves of the face, trickled into the cracks in the floor, and was sucked up without a drop.
Mo Yi subconsciously pursed his lips, and the color of his lips, which were not plump at all, became lighter at this moment, and even turned white due to the force.
He took one last deep look at the corpse on the ground, then turned and walked to the window.
In the dense, inextricably dark sky outside the window, cold, emotionless fluorescent blue numbers flashed, changing the last digits as if they were not disturbed by any external factors.
4:47:08
Mo Yi stared into the air, the small blue number seemed to be reflected in the dark pupils, and the emotions inside were bottomless.
It has been more than two hours since I entered the copy.
During this time, a total of five nursery rhymes emerged—and of the five nursery rhymes, three were sung directly to them by the copy.
The twisted man outside the house is humming "crooked-man", "three-blind-mice" played intermittently by the music box, and "ring-a-ring-o'roses" sung repeatedly in a child's voice at the stairway ". "
Every time this nursery rhyme is played, it will definitely take away several lives.
The nursery rhyme was played exactly once an hour.
Mo Yi's eyes darkened slightly.
Then contact the "seven days" in the game prompt, and the connection with the duration of the game is self-evident.
One nursery rhyme for an hour, one nursery rhyme for one kill.
If his guess is correct, then there should be no danger in this hour and the rest of the time.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, turned around and looked behind him.
The staircase leading directly to the second floor stood crookedly in the center of the hall with a dark stairway, extending upward into the darkness.
His eyes flickered, and there was a trace of determination in his eyes, and he walked slowly towards the stairs.
At this moment, Mo Yi felt his cuffs being pulled by a gentle force.
He froze for a moment, then turned to look at the place where the strength came from.
I saw Yu Ran standing beside him speechlessly, as if she didn't know how to speak, she just looked at him silently.
Mo Yi's face remained unchanged: "You should have figured out the relationship between nursery rhymes and time."
Yu Ran's eyes were a little complicated, and she gave a low "hmm".
Mo Yi smiled: "Since this is the case, you don't have to worry."
Yu Ran glanced at him hesitantly, sighed deeply, and finally relaxed a little, saying:
"Then...then you be careful."
Mo Yi showed a shallow smile, and after thanking him briefly, he turned and walked up the stairs without hesitation.
The straight and thin back was slowly swallowed by the darkness, blocking the unclear sight projected from behind.
The uneven wooden stairs under his feet "creaked" with his steps, looking dull and harsh in the cold and dark stairwell.
In front of and around him is a thick, almost solid darkness, both the road in front of him and the handrails around him are covered, revealing blurred and ugly outlines under the light of the flashlight.
The cold breath penetrated through the thin shirt without hindrance, invaded the texture, and stimulated the sensitive peripheral nerves, making the skin on the back of Mo Yi's neck involuntarily covered with goosebumps.
At this moment, the deep voice of mist came from beside him, and the cold and deep tone almost caused a faint vibration in the air:
"She seems to care about you."
Mo Yi didn't expect him to speak suddenly, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.
He turned his head to look at the profile of the mist blurred by the darkness, thinking that no one else could hear their conversation at this moment, so he said directly:
"She...?" Mo Yi paused thoughtfully, then continued flatly:
"It can only be said that I have a little more kindness than others."
He squinted, watching the flashlight cast a distorted circle of light on the stairs in front of him.
Reflected in his dark pupils, a faint light shone in the darkness.
He smiled softly, and spoke casually, with a coldness that he hadn't even noticed:
"Most of the ones left now are veteran players who don't see the obvious connection between time and nursery rhymes - they just don't have the guts to come up."
Thinking about it with your toes, you know that the darkness above the stairs must be full of dangers, and there is a danger of death if you are not careful. In addition to the nursery rhymes at the top of the stairs just now, the instinctive fear of danger, the unknown and the dark made them dare not go out. There is action.
After all... The connection here is just a guess.
No matter how reasonable it is, it is also a conjecture.
—No one would be crazy enough to bet his life on whether this conjecture is correct.
The longer the player lives, the more he cherishes his life.
So, they were waiting for a willing victim.
Mo Yi's actions are what they are happy to see, no matter whether he is dead or alive on the top, it will help them, and it is a business that is beneficial and harmless.
As for Yu Ran... his heart is just not that hard, that's why he stepped forward, trying to stop him from almost sending him to death.
Mo Yi looked pale, and continued to walk up the stairs, his dark eyes were almost inhumanly indifferent and rational.
Wu turned his head slightly and stared at Mo Yi's side face, with unknown emotions in his light gray pupils.
He gave a low chuckle and stopped talking.
After walking for a while, Mo Yi finally stepped onto the last step.
Under the light of the flashlight, the dust raised by the soles must be visible, slowly floating and falling, and the rest of the place is shrouded in thick darkness, everything seems to be swallowed into the abyss, even the light of the flashlight Also impenetrable.
The musty smell of the stale wooden structure, mixed with the smell of dust and a faint smell of blood, is particularly pungent.
Resisting the urge to rub his nose, Mo Yi held up the flashlight to illuminate the way ahead, and when he was about to move forward, his steps suddenly stopped.
Emotional entanglement suddenly flashed on the face that was so cold that there was almost no emotion just now.
"that… "
Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds and said hesitantly:
"Can you let go of my hand now?"
The face of the mist is still serious: "... I am worried that you are afraid."
Mo Yi: "..."
?
Seeing that he couldn't get past it, a trace of obvious pity flashed across the face of the mist, so he had to slowly loosen the fingers that were soaked in the other's body temperature, the movement was deliberately long and hesitant, and the intertwined fingers separated into two hands.
Finally, after tangling Mo Yi's slender and shapely knuckles without a trace, Wu Qi let go of his hands with a righteous face.
Mo Yi was a little confused: I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the other party... seemed to like physical contact with him
He subconsciously glanced at the side, his eyes gliding over Misty's emotionless side face, and he left like a feather.
—Probably an illusion.
Mo Yi was thinking wildly.
But... He is not very repulsive.
He stepped forward, and the feeling under his feet was different from that on the stairs. It was soft like a carpet, absorbing all the footsteps, and only the muffled sound could be heard echoing upstairs.
Mo Yi cautiously slowed down his pace and walked forward slowly.
At this moment, his feet suddenly hit something hard, and there was a piercing metallic sound, which was extraordinarily loud and clear in the narrow and long dark space, almost making one's heart tense.
Mo Yi couldn't help being taken aback.
He took a sharp step back, pressing his wrist down, and the light of the flashlight shone on his feet.
I saw a music box sitting safely on the road I had to pass. The mottled and peeling metal shell glowed faintly under the light, which seemed to be very old.
As a result of being kicked, it is now falling to the ground on its side, and the box is half-opened with a narrow gap.
Mo Yi paused, bent down, and carefully picked up the music box.
It was very heavy, pressing heavily on the palm of his hand, and the cold touch was transmitted along the metal shell, giving people a strange and uncomfortable feeling.
This is probably the music box that played nursery rhymes an hour ago.
The pointed faces of those three ugly, fur-turned, needle-threaded rats were vividly imprinted on his retina again, and together with their strong and foul smell of blood, together with their ear-piercing screams, they once again surfaced in his memory.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, ignoring the discomfort welling up in his heart, and stretched out his hand to open its lid.
To his surprise, the inside of this music box is different from its appearance.
A faded velvet cushion surrounded two little figures, a little girl in a long skirt and a boy in shorts. The two little figures, who seemed to be made of ceramics, were holding hands. Smile remains.
Although the remaining golden paint on the little girl's head was still shimmering quietly, her hands and arms were basically broken, and she was struggling to stand on the velvet cushion, and the little boy's body was also worn to varying degrees.
Mo Yi turned the box to its side, and rubbing his fingers along the cold metal surface of the music box, he touched a protruding handle.
— Its mainspring seems to have loosened, and it should not be able to make a sound for a while.
He breathed a sigh of relief without any trace, then turned the box back to the front, and looked at it again.
I saw a broken small mirror inlaid inside the cover of the music box.
Spider web-like lines spread all over the dust-stained mirror surface, making it look extraordinarily miserable.
And under the mirror, there seemed to be a line of cursive characters written in bronzing handwriting. Due to the age, it was already blurred, and it was almost impossible to see what was written on it.
Mo Yi frowned, squinted his eyes and moved closer, carefully identifying the contents above.
His close face was reflected on the broken mirror in front of him.
At this moment, Mo Yi glanced out of the corner of his eye...
Not far behind him, stood a vague figure.