But... It seems that something is not right.
Mo Yi frowned, keenly aware of a sense of disobedience.
The speed of this mist changes too fast! If you look at it at this speed, it will be able to occupy the entire building during the next class break.
The whole process took less than 3 hours, but the survival time they required was a full five hours!
— This is a dead end impossible to survive.
A shuddering chill crept up Mo Yi's back, and he couldn't help but look up to the window in the corridor.
The window twisted by the steel bars framed the boundless darkness outside. In the darkness, the suspended countdown timer flashed a faint blue light, and the seconds passed quietly, but at this moment, in Mo Yi's eyes, it seemed to be the god of death urging him to die. Looking down on them mockingly from mid-air with grim malice.
Jiang Yuanbai on the side noticed something was wrong with him, and leaned over to ask, "What's wrong? Why is your complexion so bad?"
Mo Yi was pulled back from his thoughts by his voice, and was stunned for a second, then as if he remembered something, a small ray of hope rekindled in his gloomy eyes just now.
correct! Jiang Yuanbai, Shen Lei, they all survived the previous escape game! Since they were able to survive, it means that this game will definitely leave them with a life!
But... the current situation, no matter whether they stay or go down, as long as the get out of class bell is rung and the thick fog begins to spread, they will only have a dead end.
—So, could the teacher's office on the fourth floor be a turning point in this deadlock
Mo Yi turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanbai, his eyes were astonishingly bright on his pale face:
"We must go upstairs as soon as possible."
Just then, the class bell rang. As the bell rang, the entire corridor changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally returned to its original state.
"Moreover, within these 45 minutes, we must think of a way to go upstairs." Mo Yi added.
Jiang Yuanbai also regained his strength at this moment, realizing that the speed of the fog made their survival almost impossible, and the blood on his face faded away in an instant.
He held Mo Yi's arm eagerly, and said in a trembling voice: "Then what are you waiting for, we will..."
Mo Yi's mentally retarded eyes seemed to have poured cold water on him, causing him to swallow the rest of the words back into his throat, and then let go of Mo Yi embarrassingly.
"The ghosts on every floor are preventing us from going up, and going to the stairwell now is completely dead."
Jiang Yuanbai also calmed down at this moment, scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and asked humbly: "Then what shall we do next?"
"Look for clues." Mo Yi raised the notebook and documents in his hand, and smiled: "Since the ghosts on each floor are related to Zhao Qiulan's resentment, as long as we find out what her resentment is, we can know the ghost's origin." way of killing."
—Only in this way can we be prepared when we go upstairs.
Jiang Yuanbai's face was a little heavy, and he nodded slowly.
According to the experience of the previous two floors, on the premise of not going upstairs, as long as you don’t kill yourself and take the initiative to disturb the location of the ghosts—such as Li Yunya who is going to the toilet, and Shen Lei and his party who take the initiative to step into the illusion of the photo, you can be safe. . But on this completely unfamiliar third floor, every step you take may touch a mine.
But Class Three's classroom is a special existence: since it will appear on every floor, if there is really any other existence here, I'm afraid it will kill him on the first floor.
What's more, there may be some new clues to be found here.
After making up his mind, Mo Yi pushed open the door of the classroom, sat down on the floor at the back of the classroom, reopened the notebook, and started reading where he left off last time.
There is very little content left, the large blanks between the dates are getting longer and longer, the number of incomplete and scribbled pages behind is also increasing, and the handwriting is becoming more and more scribbled and unintelligible Cloud, the only constant is the sentence "today will be a good day".
There was a passage that caught Mo Yi's attention: "September 1, 1994. I was welcomed by my classmates, they..." Then there was a large paragraph of blacked-out handwriting, and the final conclusion was four crooked small words: "Today will be". Then it stopped abruptly.
The sentence is not finished...why
Mo Yi was a little confused, so he simply handed the notebook to Jiang Yuanbai, and changed the folder he was reading in his hand to flip through it.
The clip was very thin, and it was clearly Zhao Qiulan's personal file.
Mo Yi stared deeply at the photo at the top of the file for a few seconds.
It was a short and thin girl, wearing a big and old dirty shirt, looking withdrawn and timid, smiling timidly at the camera.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, abandoned the emotions that surged up in his heart for a moment, and continued to look down.
The information given above is still pitiful.
There are only cold numbers like her enrollment time and test scores.
Mo Yi turned a page, and the leave time on it caught his attention:
On December 21, 1993, I asked for a seven-day leave. The reason for the leave: funeral. Reply: leave.
Seven days later it happened to be the 28th, the day my father's name was missing from the notebook.
Mo Yi continued to read thoughtfully.
On January 7, 1994, there was a new leave of absence. This time the leave of absence was longer, more than half a month. The reason for the leave was shock, funeral and... record.
Combined with Hanako's story, a clear clue was put together. The mother killed the father, and then went to her daughter's school to commit suicide. .
Mo Yi turned to the next page, and was instantly taken aback by the densely packed red letters on it. There were all major and minor demerits recorded here, such as fighting, stealing, cheating, and other crimes.
Could it be that after losing her parents, this little girl became a bad girl? But in the next second, Mo Yi dismissed the idea.
Because after every punishment, there will always be a few identical names.
Either participating in a fight, or reporting and exposing, there are all kinds of punishments. Among the more than 20 punishments, the names of these people appear at an astonishingly high rate.
And at the bottom of this page, there is a punishment in bold and bold: September 1, 1994, first-level punishment, warning of withdrawal from school, reason: dissemination of obscene materials.
—September 1st, the weirdest date in the notebook, the one that didn't even write "today is going to be a good day."
Mo Yi's eyes turned cold, and he reached out to pick up a yellowed photo in the file: a thin girl with disheveled hair, sobbing and curled up, the broken shirt could not cover the young body that had just developed underneath, The marks of the beating were printed on her skin, and several hands stretched out from outside the camera, firmly clasping her limbs, preventing her from resisting.
Mo Yi's eyes darkened, and his face looked a little cold under the light.
He now knew why the photographs were the ghosts that ruled their life and death on the second floor.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand and was about to turn the next page. But only Jiang Yuanbai beside him yelled in surprise: "Hey! Look what I found."
Mo Yi looked up, and saw that he picked up a piece of paper that fell beside him excitedly, and said, "I shook the notebook just now, and this came out of it!"
Jiang Yuanbai looked at the piece of paper, his expression of excitement just now became a little disappointed, and he said with a confused face: "What... It made me happy for nothing." After speaking, he chuckled: "But, it turns out that This kind of thing would be liked by a little girl in any era."
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he leaned over to look at the crumpled piece of paper.
It is actually the cover of a magazine. After being neatly cut out, it was carefully folded. The patterns on it now seem extremely crude and rough, and the color scheme is also very eye-catching, but the row of titles in the lower left corner is firm. It firmly caught Mo Yi's attention:
"Interesting Talk: The Seven Mysteries."
When he saw the small words below, thoughts flashed through his mind like a thunderbolt!
All the clues are closely connected in my mind.
Mo Yi's breathing was a little short, his eyes were astonishingly bright, he seemed to hear his own blood rushing against the blood vessels and beating rhythmically on the eardrums.
He was a little excited for a long time.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, and stretched out his finger to show Jiang Yuanbai.
Jiang Yuanbai looked intently, and saw the small characters under the title read:
"Moving photos, the thirteenth stairway, the sound of a football in an unmanned stadium... the mirror at night, and Hanako in the toilet. What are the seven wonders?"
Jiang Yuanbai also suddenly realized: "So... that July 12 is actually the order of the Seven Greats?"
Mo Yi restrained his breathing, nodded, his voice was a little unsteady:
"should be."
Jiang Yuanbai's voice was tinged with excitement: "Then we will know what is on the third floor! The second is unbelievable! The thirteenth staircase!"
The rumor of the thirteenth stairway is that it is said that when walking the stairs at night, counting the steps silently, you will fall into a different dimension when you count to the thirteenth.
Although he didn't know why, he always felt strange in his heart.
There seems to be a sense of incongruity.
Mo Yi raised his head and looked out the window.
They're running out of time, the bell is due to ring again in 15 minutes, and if they haven't reached the fourth floor by then, it's a dead end.
He shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of the weird feeling in his head, then made a decisive decision, packed up his notebook and files, stood up, and although he was anxious in his heart, he didn't show it on his face, and quickly said to Jiang Yuanbai: " Let's go, just try it out."
When he reached the stairwell, Jiang Yuanbai stopped suddenly.
"It's okay if you don't know, of course you won't count the steps, but if you have to tell yourself not to count the steps now... you will be unable to control it!" He was a little devastated.
Mo Yi thought for a while: "Then how about singing about two tigers?"
"..." Jiang Yuanbai couldn't believe it: "Are you serious?"
Mo Yi nodded sincerely: "Yes, it can distract attention." After finishing speaking, he began to climb the stairs while singing two tigers loudly. Jiang Yuanbai stood there with a blank face and looked at him. back view.
Only Mo Yi's voice came from the head: "Look, I'm coming up."
…
Should he tell Mo Yi that his two tigers are out of tune
Jiang Yuanbai thought carefully for a second.
Then decided to keep this secret in the mind.
In the end, he believed Mo Yi's out-of-the-ordinary theory, opened his mouth and sang "Two Tigers", climbed while singing, and finally reached the fourth floor safely.
However, although it was safe, it was not smooth.
Jiang Yuanbai squatted down and took a deep breath, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.
Sure enough, the ghosts here don't want them to go upstairs.
In the process of climbing the stairs just now, he heard someone whispering in his ear, counting slowly, as if tempting him to follow the count in his mind, thanks to the brainwashed tone of the two tigers Occupy, otherwise I am afraid that I have been recruited long ago.
Jiang Yuanbai was glad in his heart, he raised his head and was about to thank Mo Yi.
But seeing this overly calm man along the way, he showed an uncharacteristically surprised expression, staring at him with his pupils constricted.
Jiang Yuanbai followed his line of sight and was also stunned.
The stairwell was blocked by a solid wall. Not a single gap was exposed, and the person who was pressed was almost suffocated.
Jiang Yuanbai panicked, raised the fire ax and slashed at it, but the sharp ax blade slid away from the wall, leaving no trace.
The atmosphere of despair slowly hit.
— There is no fourth floor here at all.