The circular light from the flashlight swayed in the corridor, looking ghostly in the thick darkness.
The even sound of footsteps knocked in the empty corridor, even though the classrooms beside it were brightly lit, it still couldn't stop the malice oozing from his bones.
Mo Yi kept walking, and stepped into the unlit area. His palm was sweating while holding the flashlight, but his walking was unexpectedly calm.
There was a "sizzling" sound from the light tube behind him.
Mo Yi suddenly stopped.
Jiang Yuanbai, who was walking behind him, almost bumped into his back, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, he boldly asked in a low voice: "...what's the matter?"
Mo Yi waved the flashlight, motioning him to come and take a look.
Jiang Yuanbai poked his head out from behind him step by step, followed the light of the flashlight, and was also stunned.
The corridor in front of me was unremarkable, almost identical to the other end of the corridor except for the absence of lights.
Not as high as imagined!
He scratched his head in a daze, walked forward, and put his palm on the wall at the end of the corridor, the wet and cold touch spread along the skin, Jiang Yuanbai was a little confused, and whispered: "... shouldn't what."
Did they get it wrong
At this moment, there was a loud "crash" of glass shattering coming from behind him, Jiang Yuanbai was startled and trembled all over, before he turned his head, Mo Yi's voice rang in his ears: "Step aside."
Jiang Yuanbai stepped aside subconsciously.
A gust of wind brushed against him, and I saw Mo Yi holding a fire ax in his hand, and smashing towards the wall in a relentless posture. After two hits, the ax blade sank deeply into the wall with a "clang" sound. In the wall, and then pulled down and lifted, the sound of earth and rock cracking sounded.
From the angle where Jiang Yuanbai was standing, he could just see the metal reflection of the iron door behind the masonry.
"My God, how did you think..." He turned around in amazement and looked at Mo Yi, but the rest of the words stuck in his throat.
I saw Mo Yi leaning on the wall half dead, holding an ax in one hand, bending over and gasping for breath, as if the action just now consumed all his physical strength.
... poof.
It took Jiang Yuan's boss's effort in vain to keep himself from laughing.
He coughed a few times, reached out to take the ax in Mo Yi's hand, and suppressed the smile in his voice: "Cough, why don't you let me do it next."
Mo Yi stuck his waist and nodded feebly.
Jiang Yuanbai took the ax and smashed it along the place where Mo Yi had just struck. The bricks under his hands were not firm, as if they were newly built, and they were broken in a large piece after a while. He said while smashing: "Brother Mo, you really have to exercise hard."
Mo Yi: "... you can hit your wall."
If he can go out this time, he must apply for an annual fitness card.
Jiang Yuanbai's progress was very fast, and within a few minutes he had already opened a gap on the wall that could accommodate two people. He tried to push the door with his hand, but with almost no resistance, the iron door opened quietly in the darkness, revealing a dark entrance.
Mo Yi was also recovering now, he turned on the flashlight, nodded at Jiang Yuanbai, and the two walked in together.
The cold and damp smell rushed towards his face, and Mo Yi couldn't help coughing. The smell was so strong that it seemed that several months of rainy season had been concentrated in one room—the smell in the entire corridor seemed to be emanating from here. of.
The light of the flashlight flickered a little.
Mo Yi's gaze wandered around the room, and he couldn't help showing a hint of surprise.
In a small room, there are several dusty shelves lined up, on which old and yellowed paper pages are piled up into mountains, and the smell of decaying paper emanates from it, making it almost impossible to breathe.
It looks like it should be an abandoned archive room.
So why is it sealed? And still use the extreme method of building into the wall
Mo Yi cautiously took a few steps in, and the shoes kicked up a long-accumulated dust. He turned his head and said to Jiang Yuanbai: "Let's split up, go over there and see if there is any useful information. The speed must be fast, we don't have much time."
Jiang Yuanbai obviously also thought of the 45-minute time limit, nodded solemnly, took out the flashlight from his bag, and walked to the other end of the archives room.
Mo Yi walked in the opposite direction. As he walked, he rummaged through the files on the bookshelf.
Perhaps due to too much humidity, most of the paper files here have been rotted and glued together, and only some vague writing can be barely distinguished. Mo Yi fell into a predicament, looking helplessly at the materials in front of him.
He frowned in some embarrassment, and looked up to the side. At this moment, Mo Yi's eyes fell on the side of the shelf and stopped.
A small piece of iron was nailed to the side of the shelf. Although it was rusty, the writing on it was still legible. Mo Yi looked carefully and found that it read: 93 years.
An idea hit him.
Mo Yi felt a little nervous, but at the same time he was a little excited. The sound of a violent heartbeat knocked on his eardrums in the silence.
He stepped out of the gap between the shelves and walked quickly, looking at the small iron pieces nailed in front of each shelf: from 89, 90... all the way to 95.
Well, this archive should have been closed after 95 years.
Mo Yi recalled the graduation photo he saw on the first floor, and the date signed on it happened to be 1995.
And since the classrooms on each floor are the same, can it be considered that... the whole school stopped at the same time: that is, the graduates of 1995 left for further studies, and the second batch of students happened to enter the third year of high school in this year!
Mo Yi held his breath.
And the class that entered the third year of high school in 1995... happened to be the 93rd class! He finally figured out another sentence in the prompt before the game started! Nine three three, Yan Wuzu. If his guess is correct, Jiu San San refers to Class 3 of Class 93!
—The classroom where the dead body appeared happened to be Class 3.
Blood welled up in his heart, and Mo Yi rushed to the document shelf with "93 years" written on it.
Sure enough, at the bottom of the shelf, under countless rotting pages, there was an intact folder quietly hidden.
It seems that it has not been affected by the years and moisture at all, and the pages are white and brand new.
Suddenly, a shrill scream suddenly sounded.
It's coming from the corridor!
Without hesitation, Mo Yi hurriedly reached out and grabbed the folder, put it under his arm, and ran out.
After walking outside the filing room, the screaming had disappeared, and the school was eerily quiet. Mo Yi looked up and looked out the window: 3:32.
12 minutes to ring.
Jiang Yuanbai also ran out behind him, with a panicked look on his face: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Before Mo Yi could answer, he raised his head and sniffed, frowned and muttered: "...do you feel that the smell of blood is much stronger?"
Mo Yi was taken aback: That's right, the smell of blood in the air became much stronger, but he was too concerned about the time, so he didn't notice it for a while.
With a glint in his eyes, he walked quickly to the door of Class 3's classroom and looked inside.
Sure enough, there was an extra corpse.
He was sitting right in front of the podium, staring at Mo Yi with gray and dull eyes. For some reason, he looked extremely short. Mo Yi looked under the table, and couldn't help but gasped:
He was gone from the waist down.
Half of his intestines flowed down the chair legs, and the pool of blood expanded rapidly. His hands were still below his waist, holding them half-empty, as if he wanted to prevent his body from breaking.