Mo Yi stood up, his palms still pressed against the door panel, and through the gap between the twisted door panel and the door frame, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked inward.
There was a faint light in the crack of the door, and there seemed to be many figures, as if they were walking in the room, a shadow approached, and there was a light knocking sound on the door panel.
Yu Ran's half-hesitating, half-cautious voice came from inside the room, through the door panel, it seemed a bit muffled:
"... Mo Yi?"
Mo Yi touched the palate with the tip of his tongue, feeling the familiar tingling pain spreading with his movements, and the faint smell of blood escaping from his mouth again, and his heart relaxed a little.
After his eyes were blinded once, even though the time had passed, he was still much more cautious.
Mo Yi responded with a low voice, and then let go of his hands pressing on the door.
The wooden door slowly opened with his movements, revealing Yu Ran and the other two players standing behind the door. They stood inside the door looking at each other with tangled and dazed expressions.
Yu Ran supported the door frame with one hand, pressed her forehead with the other, and stared at Mo Yi in a daze.
She blinked her eyes, organized her words a bit, and then said in a half-bewildered and half-surprised way:
"... what happened just now?"
The other two players behind them also looked a little overwhelmed, and one of them said:
"I remember... I was still in the attic just now, after you jumped down... I seemed to hear a familiar voice, and then I lost consciousness."
Yu Ran and another player looked at each other, then nodded hesitantly:
"Yes, I remember that too."
Mo Yi raised his wrist, tapped the dial with his fingers, and his neatly manicured nails made a soft crisp sound on the dial:
"Look at the time."
The three of them looked at their watches at the same time, and couldn't help being taken aback, gasping loudly:
"—Only an hour left?!"
Mo Yi nodded, and then briefly concluded:
"The monster in the past hour can tempt people to see illusions, but there should be movement restrictions, so players can only walk over by themselves. You were all confused just now. I locked you in this room for an hour until When the singing ceases, its grip on you is gone."
One of the players frowned and looked at Mo Yi with some doubts:
"Then why aren't you deluded?"
Mo Yi's expression remained unchanged, and he replied:
"Probably because I am determined."
The man choked on him, frowned angrily, and was about to say something more, but Yu Ran jumped up suddenly, and asked in a panic:
"Wait! The three of us were locked here by you and didn't follow the voice! What about Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu!"
Yu Ran's face was a little pale, and a look of helplessness was rarely seen on his face. You must know that in this dungeon, the lives of all of them are related. Once someone dies, it may bring irreparable consequences.
Mo Yi took a step back to make room, and then pointed towards the depth of the corridor on one side.
Yu Ran took a step forward, looked in the direction of Mo Yi's finger, and saw two figures crouching in the darkness in the shadow of debris piled up at one end of the corridor, the blurred outlines were covered by a larger shadow , it's almost hard to make out unless you look carefully.
Yu Ran let out a long sigh of relief, then stepped forward quickly, the flashlight in her hand swayed with her steps, and the pale halo quickly illuminated the two lying on the ground.
Mo Yi and the other two players also walked behind her, and he said while walking:
"There is less than an hour left before the end of this dungeon, and it will only become more dangerous in the future, so we must be more careful."
Yu Ran squatted down, put the flashlight in her hand on the ground, and patted the unconscious Zhou Yunchen lightly: "Hey, wake up."
Zhou Yunchen still closed his eyes tightly, his pale face showed no sign of waking up.
Both he and Wang Zhu were covered in dust and looked extremely embarrassed.
The player who asked the question just now frowned. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but the next words were stuck in his throat, and only a few vague monosyllables flowed out.
Yu Ran pulled Zhou Yunchen's collar, then swung her arms round, and slapped him several times with bows left and right. The crisp sound almost echoed in the corridor, and her voice was still soft and gentle:
"Hey, wake up."
The two players stared round, watching her rude and violent behavior, while subconsciously touching the back of their necks.
— I don’t know why, but I always feel a little pain in my neck.
Zhou Yunchen opened his eyes in bewilderment, as if he was about to say something, but he touched the wound on his face, gasped with a "hiss", and the look in his eyes finally became sober.
He straightened up on the floor beside him, looked around in a daze, and finally settled on Yu Ran who was closest to him:
"... why did you hit me?"
Yu Ran rolled her eyes greatly, and didn't answer directly, but stepped over his body, walked towards Wang Zhu who was unconscious at the side, and then did the same thing, slapped him several times, and woke him up too.
Seeing that both of them had returned to a sober state, Yu Ran stood up, patted the dust accumulated on her body, briefly repeated Mo Yi's explanation just now, and finally concluded:
"There is less than an hour left now, and it is very likely that it will be more dangerous in the future. I suggest you two get up quickly and don't waste time."
Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu held their aching cheeks, and they still seemed to be a little bit unresponsive. While restarting their difficult brains, they digested the many information that Yu Ran had given them just now, looking a little silly.
Mo Yi stood aside, lowered his eyes to look at the two, and said lightly:
"The last nursery rhyme will come at any time, don't be in a daze."
His voice had no emotional ups and downs, and his voice was cold, which seemed to have no deterrent effect.
But it is intuitively daunting, almost subconsciously obeying.
Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu's heart trembled instantly, and they quickly got up from the ground, ignoring the dust on their bodies, staggered twice and straightened up again.
Mo Yi slightly pursed the corners of his lips, slowly looked around at the few people around him, and then said:
"When you were hallucinating just now, I read the human skin book I found in the attic and found some clues."
The player who had asked Mo Yi for clues from the very beginning raised his eyebrows high, and said in a somewhat eccentric way:
"Do you expect us to believe everything you say directly? There is no reason not to show it to us, right?"
Mo Yi took out the personal book from his backpack with a calm expression, and casually threw it to the player:
"As you please."
The other party took the book in a hurry, with restrained joy flashing across his brows, but the moment he opened the book, the expression on his face froze instantly.
The two people next to it leaned over curiously, and looked at the handwriting on it with the same expression of bewilderment.
… Look, I don’t understand.
Mo Yi glanced at them lightly, did not directly point out, but changed the subject and said:
"In the previous six hours, we were passively waiting for the nursery rhymes to sound. Now I have some new ideas. Maybe...we can be more active next."
Seeing that Mo Yi didn't directly poke his sore foot, the player couldn't help coughing twice in embarrassment, then handed back the personal leather book to Mo Yi, and said weakly:
"... Then what do you say we are going to do next?"
Mo Yi looked down at the watch on his hand:
There are 53 minutes left in this copy, but the last nursery rhyme is still missing.
He stretched out his hand, took the personal leather book, patted the dust on it, put it back into the backpack, and took a deep look at the other party's subconsciously dodging eyes.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, turned his gaze, and the considerations in his heart gradually took shape. He said:
"Go downstairs first."
Everyone looked at each other. Before the spider came out, they had almost searched the entire second floor. If they stayed any longer, they probably wouldn't find anything new, so they nodded in agreement one after another.
Several people walked towards the debris piled up in the corridor, and then worked together to clear the broken boards and furniture aside, and worked together to clear a path leading downstairs.
Holding a flashlight in his hand, Mo Yi illuminated the dark road ahead, carefully avoiding the small debris on the ground that had not been cleaned up, and walked forward cautiously and quickly.
There were still some pale spider webs blocking the stairs, hanging in mid-air like a curtain, with a lot of dust sticking to them, and a strange smell.
Mo Yi pushed aside the cobwebs hanging in front of him, carefully stepped on the narrow and uneven stairs in the dark, and walked down with everyone.
Under the illumination of the flashlight, Mo Yi could see Zhou Yunchen's hair and straight shoulders walking in front of him.
Mo Yi hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to lightly brush his shoulders, a burst of dust flew up with his movements, and fell freely under the light of the flashlight.
Zhou Yunchen turned his head to look at it, and said indifferently: "It probably got stained when I was moving things just now."
Mo Yi frowned slowly, the deep black eyes on his pale face gleamed with a thoughtful look.
While talking, everyone has returned to the hall on the first floor. Everything in the hall is as usual. The twisted door is open, framing the gloomy darkness outside the door. In the darkness, you can see the flickering fluorescent blue The color numbers are slowly counting down:
00:50:05
And in the center of the hall, there was a large pool of bright red blood, and the long drag marks extended along the floor to the outside of the open door, swallowed by a thick darkness.
This should be the monster that appeared in the sixth hour.
The bloodstains on the floor were slowly seeping into the ground, as if being greedily sucked by a sponge, a large piece of glaring bloodstains had disappeared completely soon.
Even if it wasn't the first time they saw such a scene, everyone's scalps were still numb.
Mo Yi's eyes were not attracted by the strange disappearing blood like everyone else, but frowning and looking around the whole room, his eyes stayed on his sleeve.
The folds of the clothes were covered with a thin layer of dust, including his shoulders, which were also covered with a thick layer of dust.
Mo Yi's eyes froze, he quickly took a step forward, walked to the wall, and wiped it vigorously with his palm.
A large cloud of dust fell instantly on the seemingly normal wall, and a piece of the seemingly solid and smooth surface was dented in an instant, as if a piece had been forcibly dug out, and fell to the ground.
Mo Yi was cold all over.
— This house is rapidly becoming deserted.