Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 92

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Dirty walls framed a cramped space that made it almost impossible for those inside to breathe.

Deep and thick darkness surged in the house, and the whole room was filled with a cold and rotten smell, mixed with the thick bloody smell of rust, spreading ominous signals.

The gloomy icy breath seeps into the skin, slides down the respiratory tract and slides into the lungs, as if sinking a bone-chilling stone into the five internal organs, and even the cracks in the bones reveal an uncomfortable chill.

Mo Yi shrank his shoulders subconsciously, feeling goose bumps aroused on his back.

At this moment, he seemed to remember something, lowered his head and opened the backpack he brought from the real world—the props he bought before the start of the last instance had disappeared, and the deliberately vacated mezzanine was empty.

Mo Yi picked up the flashlight and hurriedly turned around the whole room. After confirming that there was no second backpack in the room, he let out a long breath.

fine.

The product introduction of this game will not lie, but will deliberately conceal some key information to mislead the player, so when he bought this backpack, he had already prepared for the worst, that is, the game gave him a physical backpack for props —Then the 10,000 points are equivalent to being in vain.

After all, he bought the smart backpack for the purpose of accessing the props in the dungeon at any time. What is the essential difference between a physical backpack specially equipped with props and the backpack he carries in reality

And now he doesn't have a physical backpack by his side, which means...

Mo Yi controlled his vaguely excited mood, and silently said a sentence in his heart: backpack.

Immediately afterwards, a row of grids appeared in his mind, and those bright and transparent glass beads were placed in the grids, with names and uses marked under each glass bead.

A thin layer of sweat broke out in the palm of Mo Yi holding the flashlight, and the surging heat in his heart dispelled the coldness around him.

His eyes were astonishingly bright, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, revealing his restless heart.

Mo Yi tried to silently read the name of one of the props.

A small hard and cold bead appeared out of nowhere in the empty palm, and it stuck tightly to his palm, showing its presence.

He hooked his lips restrainedly.

While subconsciously rubbing the smooth surface of the glass beads, Mo Yi tried several words in his heart.

Finally, when he said "take it back", the glass bead in his hand disappeared out of thin air just like when it came, and then appeared in the grid in his mind.

Mo Yi felt a surge of enthusiasm, and he could hardly hide the joy in his heart. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, but the curvature of his lips still couldn't be pressed down.

The 10,000 points spent are really worth it.

Given the nature of the game, finding such genuine goods in such a mixed bag of stores is like panning for gold, especially for something of such value—it's almost like winning the lottery!

Or... it really deserves to be a product in the member store!

Mo Yi finally realized the superiority of senior members, and deeply felt that his original decision was not wrong.

He suppressed the excitement in his heart, and then looked at the smart backpack in his mind again with the eyes of rational evaluation.

—Actually, the space inside is not very large, only two pages, each with five grids, and the total is only ten grids.

Although it is still a bit regrettable, in this game, this is no longer a pitfall.

In other words, if it has no regrets at all, it will instead arouse Mo Yi's suspicion and precautions, worrying about what kind of pit it hides in some hidden place waiting for him.

Overall, this is Mo Yi's most satisfying shopping.

He flipped the backpack casually to the second page, and then he was taken aback suddenly, his eyes stopped on the first grid on the second page.

There is a familiar prop in that grid.

It was a brown teddy bear, the old soft down was a little off, and there was no dust in the pair of dark and clear eyes, and it seemed to be well cared for.

Mo Yi was stunned for a while, then remembered the introduction of the smart backpack in the store - "can automatically store items in the instance".

In this case, then... is this teddy bear a prop that can be used in the instance? That's why it is automatically stored in the backpack

He looked at the name and note under the grid containing the teddy bear, and was a little disappointed to see that it said "Teddy Bear" underneath, while the brief introduction on the side was three gray question marks, and did not say what the prop was. What's the use.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and closed the smart backpack. After all, this mystery cannot be solved for a while, and now is not the time to waste time and energy here.

He put his backpack on the ground back on his shoulders, and then slowly moved the flashlight, revealing the whole room in front of his eyes. He squinted his eyes and observed the environment he was in thoughtfully.

The whole room looked messy and filthy. In the narrow space, there was only the bondage bed where Mo Yi woke up. The floor, walls and even the ceiling were covered with weird and crazy graffiti, showing a sinister face in the dark.

Dark brown blood stains covered the room, showing a strange dark red under the light, and there were several clear bloody handprints printed between the graffiti on the wall, which made people feel chills all over.

Mo Yi went around to the back of the bondage bed, reached out to lift up the sign hanging on the bedside, illuminated it with a flashlight, and tried hard to identify the words on it.

It is also covered with messy graffiti, the handwriting is blurred, and the edges are yellowed and wrinkled. The only thing that can be recognized are the words on the top of the sign:

"■■■Psychiatric hospital."

Not much useful information.

Mo Yi frowned, and put down the sign again. It fell with inertia and hit the head of the bed, which bound the metal of the bed. There was a slight collision sound in the dead darkness, stirring up ominous echoes.

He strode away from the bed, stood still beside the wall, his cold fingers clenched the flashlight in his hand, and his wrist moved slightly, illuminating the pattern on the wall.

After getting closer, Mo Yi discovered that the graffiti on the wall was not drawn by crayons or other things, but dug out deeply with fingernails.

Under the cold white light, the digging marks deep into the wall left a shallow shadow, the residue of flesh and blood and the fragments of nails were embedded in the wall, and the traces of blood flowed down the deep dent, on the wall Frozen into a dying posture.

Everything in this room is chilling.

The whole room seemed to be the embodiment of madness and despair, showing a tragic but crazy smile in the dark, and coldly precipitated a terrifying posture.

Mo Yi's brows were furrowed tightly, a furrow formed between his brows, and a pair of dark eyes shone brightly on his pale face.

He seemed to think of something, stepped back slowly and thoughtfully, then raised the flashlight to illuminate the entire wall.

In the dim halo, the messy and disorderly lines on the wall seemed to be slowly coming together to form a complete image—

A huge butterfly.

Mo Yi gasped, a chill suddenly rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Its huge and distorted body covered most of the room, and the huge patterns on its wings stared at Mo Yi standing in the center of the room like godless eyes, and its long curved tentacles stretched towards the ceiling.

This dead, twisted, weird insect was deeply carved into the wall by nails and flesh, weird and ugly.

A few crooked words were written in blood in the corner of the wall:

"STOP"

Blood flowed down the wall from the recesses of the words, looking like a wound made by a sharp knife, and the blood gushed out of the wall along the wound.

Mo Yi's finger holding the flashlight tightened slightly, he took a deep breath, and made sure that there was nothing else worthy of his attention in this room, so he turned and walked out the door.

I don't know why... The dungeon this time was a little too quiet.

There was no noise of players chatting, nor any other noises. Although he knew that the dungeon would only be opened after all the players had arrived, Mo Yi always felt a sense of uneasiness that was hard to dispel.

It's like being completely isolated.

The silence and darkness around him gave Mo Yi the illusion of being on an isolated island.

There was no life, no sound, just the huge, ugly insect on the wall of the room behind, gazing at him with lifeless eyes in the darkness.

This dungeon made him feel... very uncomfortable.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, pushed open the half-closed door and walked out - outside the door was a long corridor, both sides were dark and bottomless, like a huge gaping mouth quietly dormant, Waiting for the arrival of the next victim.

Under the faint light of the flashlight, the messy appearance of the entire corridor was revealed. Messy tables and chairs were overturned in the corridor, countless dirty documents and papers were scattered on the ground, and the side of the wheelchair with the restraint belt fell down and broke. The belt lay miserably on the ground.

There were messy bloodstains on the ground and walls, and there were dried bloody footprints on the ground, extending towards the dark end of the corridor.

Mo Yi took a step towards that place, and accidentally bumped into the wheelchair that fell on the ground with his feet. The hollow and piercing metallic sound resounded in the corridor, which was very clear in the silence.

Suddenly, without warning, the mechanical female voice sounded:

"Hi, welcome everyone to the large-scale real-life escape game—STAY ALIVE."

Mo Yi's mind was bombarded by a mess of information, and he was almost unable to sort out the chaos for a moment. The uneasiness that he had suppressed and ignored just now surged up like mud from the bottom of a river, crowding his thoughts.

This copy...

When the players did not meet—

opened.

The author has something to say:

Congratulations to player Mo Yi for winning the title - "Flag Receiver in Seconds"