Mo Yi then crawled up and reached out to pick up the notebook scattered on the ground. Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, his fingers still couldn't help trembling slightly.
The notebook is very thin and doesn't weigh much in the hand. Its corners are slightly yellowed, obviously it has been read for many years, but the pages of the book look flat and new, and it does not look like a book from more than 90 years ago.
Mo Yi waved away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and started to read from the beginning.
I saw that on the first page, the familiar handwriting was neatly written:
"On x, x, 1993, my parents loved me very much, and my teachers and classmates cared about me. Today will be a beautiful day."
After turning two pages backward, Mo Yi's eyes were stained with confusion.
On each page, except for the date change, the content on each article is exactly the same, and even the punctuation has not changed in any way.
He skipped a few pages back, and the fingers that turned the page suddenly stopped.
The content in the notebook was originally carried out according to the date every day, but it was suddenly interrupted for seven days. In the next article, the content suddenly changed: "December 28, 1993, my mother loved me very much, and my teachers and classmates cared about me very much. , today is going to be a good day."
... what about dad
Mo Yi pursed his lips and continued to turn backwards.
The following pages showed traces of being torn off and smeared. Because it was too long, I couldn’t tell what was written before. When I could see it clearly, the date had already progressed to 1994:
"On January 7, 1994, teachers and classmates cared about me very much. Today will be a beautiful day."
Mom is also... missing.
Mo Yi was stunned. Suddenly, a scene flashed through his mind: blood spreading in the women's toilet, the third cubicle without blood, a blank circular void in the pool of blood, and the paleness rolling down at his feet. head.
He trembled all over, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning, the previous clues seemed to be biting together tightly like gears at this moment, and cold sweat slid down his back.
"I think I got it..." Mo Yi said to himself.
Jiang Yuanbai on the side came over, looked at the notebook tightly held in Mo Yi's hand in a daze, and asked, "Ah? Know what?"
"Do you still remember the women's toilet on the first floor?" Mo Yi asked him nonchalantly.
"Of course." Jiang Yuanbai shivered, the blood all over the floor and the scratches on the back of the toilet door could at least give him months of nightmares.
"The third toilet without blood, the little girl who asked about the ball, the ghost on the ceiling..." Mo Yi spoke faster and faster: "Does it sound familiar?"
Jiang Yuanbai nodded hesitantly with a pale face.
"I didn't think of it at first, because there are too many versions of this story, and these phenomena in the toilet happen to be not the version that the public is familiar with..."
Mo Yi seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts, and continued to mutter.
"—However, all versions have something in common, such as: the little girl in the third cubicle, and not being able to look at the mirror or the ceiling after going to the toilet."
Jiang Yuanbai was dumbfounded, and quickly interrupted Mo Yi: "Wait, wait, what version is not what version, what are you talking about?"
Mo Yi woke up like a dream, looked up at Jiang Yuanbai, and said concisely:
"Hanako in the toilet.
In one version, the mother who murdered her cheating husband went mad and killed herself after killing her own daughter in the third stall of the school bathroom. So it was later said that Hanako was trapped in the third compartment forever, and if you knocked on the door and asked "Is Hanako coming to play?", she would appear. Moreover, in the toilet where Hanako appears, the most taboo thing is to look in the mirror and look up at the ceiling. "
The bloody handprints on the ceiling of the toilet on the first floor flashed in Jiang Yuanbai's mind, and he couldn't help shaking his whole body, getting goose bumps all over his body.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi held up the notebook and showed Jiang Yuanbai the writing on it.
"First the father disappeared, and then the mother also disappeared."
"Then, look here." Mo Yi tapped the lower left corner of the notebook page with his slender finger, and saw a small ball drawn with a bright red pen.
In the silence, the little girl's weird giggle seemed to ring in my ears again: "Has anyone seen my ball?"
"So... so..." Jiang Yuanbai stammered a little, "The one in the toilet...is it?"
"No." Unexpectedly, Mo Yi shook his head, "That little girl should not be Zhao Qiulan, after all, there is still a follow-up to this note, which means she definitely didn't die in the toilet."
Jiang Yuanbai was even more confused: "...then?"
"I guess, that should be related to the content of Zhao Qiulan's resentment, and the Hanako in the toilet happened to have something in common with her experience, so it appeared in this image." Mo Yi raised his finger and tapped lightly on the notebook. Knocked, eyes dark.
"Today is going to be a good day..."
Jiang Yuanbai froze for a moment, as if he remembered something, and said: "This seems to be a psychological therapy. Tell yourself that today is a good day, so that your day will get better."
Mo Yi laughed shortly, but there was no trace of a smile in his voice: "So, every sentence here is reversed. Her parents don't love her, and her teachers and classmates don't care about her."
Jiang Yuanbai nodded slowly, the atmosphere was a little heavy for a moment.
Suddenly, without warning, the female voice that appeared at the beginning broke the silence and said in a cold and mechanical tone:
"Dangdangdangdang! Congratulations to player No. 08, Mo Yi, and player No. 05, Jiang Yuanbai, for unlocking the hidden plot of this escape game!
The side missions are open, completing the side missions will reward rich points, players please keep working hard! "
Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanbai were taken aback at the same time, looked at each other, and then ran to the window together.
In the dark sky without a trace of light, there was a countdown that was still passing slowly, and below the countdown, there appeared a line of small, blood-red words:
"Sub-quests: ??? Mission completion rewards: ???"
"Fuck, are there any rewards in this game?" Jiang Yuanbai had a WTF expression on his face, and his eyes were fixed on the window.
and many more…
Mo Yi grasped the point keenly, and turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanbai with a face of shock: "What? Does it mean that there is no reward for this escape game?"
Jiang Yuanbai nodded sadly.
"The last time I entered this game, after escaping exhaustedly, this garbage game left me a broken note, which read: Congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and wish you a happy life."
Jiang Yuanbai's last sentence was said with a squeeze of his throat, with a polite smirk on his face.
Immediately afterwards, he put on the painful expression of bitterness and hatred again, and continued: "...and behind that note is the countdown to the next game."
Mo Yi: "..." What the hell
Is this the so-called, the reward for winning the game is to play the next game
He is also considered an otaku, and usually likes to read online novels, and he has read a lot of online articles such as infinite horror... However, there is no game or system that will cheat him: there is no reward for customs clearance, and points are actually required You can only get it by finding the hidden plot!
This game is too unconventional, isn't it? !
Mo Yi was speechless for a while, and looked away from the window.
At this moment, his eyes accidentally fell on the stairwell, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted hastily: "Oops! Run!"
After finishing speaking, Jiang Yuanbai followed his gaze and looked over, his face also turned pale.
I saw that thick, almost condensed dense fog, slowly climbing up the stairs, approaching silently, approaching, like a lurking beast, quietly revealing its fierce fangs, peaceful and deadly.
With all their strength, the two ran along the corridor to the opposite direction of the stairwell. Fortunately, after the bell rang, the corridor became extremely long, giving them a chance to escape the pursuit of the dense fog.
Mo Yi leaned against the wall and panted heavily, his face extremely solemn.
The dense fog only appeared during the ten-minute break between classes.
They ran to the second floor within ten minutes of the first class break, while the fog was still on the first floor.
And ten minutes into the second class break, the thick fog had already engulfed the entire second floor, and had even begun to erode towards the third floor!
This means... the speed of the fog has increased.