Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter Twenty-Six

Mo Yi's throat shuddered and tightened, and his back was sweaty. He could only hear the screams and agitation of his heart in his ears.

At this moment, he really felt the approach of death.

Suddenly, an iron hoop-like cold hand hit the burning pain on Mo Yi's wrist fiercely, and then pulled it hard!

Mo Yi just felt that the rope around his neck was loose, and he suddenly planted it without weight.

A strong pull on his wrist pulled him aside!

Mo Yi felt that his nose had hit something hard, his arm was hurt by the cold palm hoop, and he was tightly guarded in a embrace-and then rolled on the ground with a grey face and a few circles. And stopped.

He looked up a little at a loss.

The nose was hit with redness, and the corners of her eyes exuded a bit of physiological tears, and she looked aggressively at the person who was under her body.

Mo Yi stumbled for a while before reacting:

"... Song Qi?"

I saw the other person as a flesh pad, and he was firmly pressed under him.

The faces of the two of them were extremely close to each other, almost tangled.

Song Qi's breath haunted his nose and wrapped him ... like the mist in the pine forest after the rain.

The atmosphere was quiet, almost the heartbeat of the other party could be heard.

At this moment, Mo Yi cleared her throat awkwardly and broke the current atmosphere. He propped himself up with his elbows, and distanced them:

"Sorry, where did you hit?"

Song Qi was silent for a while: "No."

Seeing that he didn't hurt the other party, Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, crawled up from the ground, and then stretched out a hand to pull Song Qi up.

At this point, they were already in the ordinary dark corridor. Although the lights were still dim, they were no longer the hopeless darkness before. The engulfed road appeared again, and everything seemed to return to normal.

Mo Yixin looked back at the door marking the dean's room with a bit of anxiety. He shrank his shoulders unnaturally, and the rough feel of the noose still remained on his neck.

Only now was he aware of the hot and severe pain from his palm.

Standing on the side, Song Qi suddenly reached out and raised his right hand.

Even though his movements were careful, Mo Yi took a subconscious breath.

Under the not very bright light, you can see that his forefinger and ring finger bent back in a weird arc, the thumb seemed to be dislocated, the thin wrists were swollen, and the red marks were printed. Relief.

The misery was almost unbearable.

Song Qi shook his hand slightly, shaking his lips and raising his head, his face was a little pale, his light pupil stared at him wrongly, almost making Mo Yi a little uncomfortable.

Mo Yi didn't really care about it. He shrugged easily and said:

"It's okay, compared to the information I have now, this injury is worth it."

After speaking, he paused, looked up at Song Qi, and the dark eyes were astonishingly bright: "I know how that man died."

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Suddenly, at that moment, a scream ruptured the silence again, ringing the entire building:

"Ah-!!!! Help !!!!"

Mo Yi and Song Qi glanced at each other and ran towards the source of the sound.

As soon as they reached the hall, they saw that there was still a man hanging from the beam near the door.

Different from the previous victim, the deceased apparently went through a fierce struggle. His five-pointed finger turned outwards, dripping with dripping blood, and gathered into a small pool of blood on the ground. .

His neck was turning 180 degrees, the white flesh of the neck was swollen with hazy flesh, his head was hanging at an incredible angle, and he could not see the expression on his face.

Several newcomers have almost reached the tipping point of collapse, and a panic of comments and sobbing broke out in the crowd.

Zhao Yicheng only hurried at this moment. The next second after he had just arrived, a woman rushed out of the crowd, and her eyes were fuzzy and tightly gripped by Zhao Yicheng's arms. The bright red nails were deeply embedded in his arms. Inside.

She cried with tears, and shouted vaguely: "... I don't know, I didn't mean it ..."

Zhao Yicheng frowned without a trace, pulled her arm around his arm and asked, "You made it clear, what happened?"

The woman was crying and explaining indifferently, it took a long time to figure out what she was talking about.

It turned out that she and the senior were in a team. The two took the library key, but at the door, she was timid and didn't dare to enter, so the senior went in alone to find clues.

Not long after, she heard the strange child's laughter coming from inside, and when she was afraid, she turned and ran away.

When she came to the lobby, she saw the body of her teammate.

The atmosphere was a little dignified, and in the quiet and spacious hall, only the woman's weeping cry could be heard for a while.

That is why he emphasized before that it is better not to act alone.

Mo Yi thought regretfully.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. He stepped forward half a step, his dark eyes fixed on the woman with a mistake, and asked a little hurriedly:

"Did you see a teddy bear?"

The woman seemed startled by him, and looked up at him with tears in her eyes, thinking hard and thinking, answering:

"Okay ... as if he mentioned something like a teddy bear once before, and asked me if I saw it. I thought it was because he was looking at it, so he didn't care too much."

Mo Yi tightened his lips, his thoughts were redundant.

Zhao Yicheng keenly looked at Mo Yi and asked, "What's wrong? Did you find something?"

Mo Yi was awakened from his thoughts by his words, then nodded somewhat complicatedly.

He said briefly what he had experienced in the dean's office, then paused and said:

"I know the cause of death of these two people, that is-one of the rules of this copy."

Mo Yi's words were as rock-shattering as shocking, so that everyone couldn't help but look at him as if he saw his hope of survival.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and said, "I saw the schedule of the entire orphanage behind the cabinet in the dean's room. At each moment, the orphans must act according to this schedule. Once they violate the rules, they will receive punishment."

Sun Xiaoyan, who was standing next to Zhao Yicheng, was a little embarrassed and spit out a sentence subconsciously:

"Good boy good boy, don't break the rules ..."

The girl's voice softly murmured a seemingly innocent nursery rhyme, which weirdly made almost everyone behind the scene cool.

Mo Yi gave her a deep look, then nodded: "Yes, this reminder should refer to this, and the clock in the restaurant is to show us the time on the timetable."

Someone eagerly asked, "So, do you remember the specific content?"

Mo Yi lowered his eyes and covered his shallow pride—even hundreds of lines of code that looked irregular were not difficult for him, let alone just a few lines at a time.

He smiled lowly: "Remember."

The next second, Mo Yi seemed to think of something.

"Nevertheless, I am worried that this is no longer the case."

Zhao Yicheng heard the words, stepped forward eagerly, and asked, "What else ...?"

"Since we have to follow the schedule, does that mean ..."

Mo Yi faintly glanced at him and continued:

"In this copy, in fact we are assumed to be part of an orphan in this orphanage?"

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