Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 22

Mo Yi's brow wrinkled slowly, her fingers tightened unconsciously, leaving a shallow mark on the rough note.

FINDME?

He remembered the hint given at the beginning of the game:

"Good boy, good boy, can you play games."

Does this game refer to hide and seek? If so, who would he find? What does it mean if he wins?

So ... what if he loses?

There are countless mysteries in Mo Yi's brain.

He looked up at Song Qi and said something he wanted to say.

But they slammed into each other's eyes staring at him. The light-colored eyes seemed extremely focused in the half-bright and half-ambitous light, and the thin pupils were almost astonishing.

Mo Yi's heart burst, and a creepy sense of crisis spread from his back.

He looked at it again, only to see Song Qi squatting down beside him, looking at the note in his hand:

"What? What was found?"

Mo Yi lowered his eyes, and the dark eyelashes drooped, covering the flowing emotions in his eyes.

He handed the note in his hand to Song Qi. As he took the note and looked carefully, Mo Yi opened his mouth casually:

"Yes, how did you recognize me in the first place?"

Song Qi replied: "Jiang Yuanrou told me, she said that the best person in the crowd is you."

Mo Yi: "..." This sounds exactly like Jiang Yuanrou's style.

"But she also told me your specific physical characteristics." Song Qi raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Otherwise I can't recognize you at a glance."

Mo Yi frowned, and asked again the question that had not been answered in the hall just now:

"However, Jiang Yuanrou said that he did not inform me of the secret code when I met you. I thought you would not come."

After listening to this sentence, Song Qi looked up at him, narrowed his eyes, and said slowly, "I will come."

Mo Yi Yi Yi:… ah? Why is this so boring?

The next second, Song Qi bowed his head again, as if someone was okay to explain:

"I temporarily picked up a list with a newcomer. You were already in the game when you made the copy, so I didn't come to contact you."

Jiang Yuanrou did say that there will be a standby time before the copy is opened, as long as using the props can still enter the same copy.

It can be explained.

What's more, this Song Qi also knows Jiang Yuanrou's name as well-you know, she covers up her identity but does not leak.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and continued to ask:

"Speaking of which you just told the two girls that you are new, what about the things you brought?"

Song Qi's face remained unchanged, explaining: "It's just a simple little item, it was redeemed by the game store."

After that, he reached out and grabbed a bag, and the shape of a backpack appeared around him. When he let go, the edge of the backpack was again hidden in the air.

Mo Yi nodded, his skeptical expression hidden in his eyes finally faded a little.

He took the note he handed over from Song Qi, reached out and supported the railing on the side, and stood up.

Suddenly, at this moment, Mo Yi's movement stopped.

His gaze fell on the sign hanging on the bed.

That brand is old, covered with dust and dirt, but faintly visible handwriting.

It was written in beautiful swashes: Iris Municipal Orphanage.

After these English words, they suddenly followed two standard Chinese characters-"Mo Yi".

Turned out to be his own name?

Mo Yi had a cold back, took it in a hurry, walked quickly to several other beds, and checked the nameplates above.

"Daniel", "Tommy", "John" ...

Except for the bed on which he woke up, the signs hanging on the other beds were all common English names, which should be the names of every orphan lying on those beds.

Mo Yi's heart was in a mess. He stood in front of the end of the bed and turned to look at the bed where he woke up--

In the dim light, the dusty interior was quiet and scary. The small bed was half hidden in the darkness in the corner, looking lonely and weird, as if waiting for something quietly.

Mo Yi's mind flashed an idea:

This way of signing is like ... he's a member of this orphanage.

Suddenly, a fierce noise came from outside the door, pulling Mo Yi out of his immersed thoughts. He froze for a moment, and his eyes instantly recovered.

Mo Yi turned his head and said to Song Qi standing by, "Go and see."

Immediately afterwards, he went out first. Song Qi looked at his back, paused, and followed him out.

As soon as I got to the entrance of the hall, before I got in, I heard a sharp scream like a nail scratching the glass:

"--what!!!"

Mo Yi's pace was faint, and he resisted the urge to reach out and rub his ears, which hurt his ears, and then opened his long legs and stepped in.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw a dead body hanging on the beam near the gate.

It was a man hanging stiff in the air, his black face was swollen and congested, and he stared straight up at Mo Yi's direction. A pair of cloudy eyes protruded, his face frightened and distorted, as if he had seen it before he died Nothing terrible.

Everyone around was pale, and one of the women sat on the ground with her legs softly, and she didn't dare to look up, her face covered with tears-obviously, she was the source of the screaming just now.

At this moment, Zhao Yicheng stepped out from behind the crowd and raised his voice, soothing: "Don't panic, the most important issue now is to find out why the gentleman died to avoid being the next victim. ! "

Another female veteran also stood up in support of his point:

"Yes, yes, this game will never randomly choose someone to kill, he must have done something to become like this, as long as we find the reason and try to avoid it later, we can minimize the casualties."

Although everyone's eyes were still hesitant and frightened, their emotions were slightly calmer than before.

The air was filled with damp and cold breath, mixed with the smell of shallow fear.

The emotions of everyone were very depressed. After all, one of the ten people had died in less than an hour after the game started, and everyone still had no clue about how to escape.

Mo Yi frowned, stepped forward thoughtfully, and looked closely at the body in front of him.

Obviously, this man was just dead, and there was still warmth on the body, which made his lost face look extremely uncoordinated. His tarnished eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he stared at the void turbidly. The twisted features made almost everyone Both are physically uncomfortable.

Although he was hung on the beam of the room, his face did not have the turquoise and black caused by suffocation, and his tongue did not stick out of his mouth due to tightening his neck.

Mo Yi's eyebrows became more and more frowning, and the doubts in his heart were almost looming. His mind was as fast as electricity. In the next second, he stretched out the chair beside him and stepped on.

Fingers slid cleanly around the body's shoulders, and touched behind his neck.

A few people on the side seemed to be stunned by his boldness, and couldn't help but take a sigh of relief and stopped to look at him with a stunned look.

Mo Yi's eyebrows were condensed, his fingers twisted, and the body's still-existing skin was still soft and elastic, and it could be clearly felt. Under the skin, the strange shape and movement track of the neck bones.

Sure enough, the corpse's neck bone was broken, and it was extremely sharply broken.

Mo Yi jumped out of the chair and still immersed in his thoughts.

He looked up absently at the corpse hanging in the air, pondering thoughtfully.

Rupture of the neck bone rarely occurs in hanged people, but more like ... Hanging.

The prisoner suddenly fell from the gallows and pulled the victim's cervical vertebrae by gravity.

... the gallows?

Mo Yi frowned and touched the note in his pocket subconsciously.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out and unfolded the note and held it in front of his eyes.

The crooked gallows on the note coincided with the dead body hanging in front of it--

Just then, something weird happened.

The crayon was drawn into a hanging little man under the gallows, and a few childish characters appeared on the note.

The bright red thorns are like fresh blood:

"MYTURN". [It's my turn]

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