Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan's complexion suddenly became a little bad. They glared at Mo Yi:

"What do you mean?"

Mo Yi didn't answer this question directly, but took a step forward calmly, looked at the two with a lot of time, and asked:

"When a side mission is started, it can only be seen by the person who opened the mission. Am I right?"

The two people on the opposite side were pale and red, and did not answer for a moment.

"So, who can you tell me, how did you know that I opened a branch line?"

Sun Xiaoyan looked somber and replied, "Of course ... it was redeemed by our game store. I was afraid that you, a pig teammate who didn't have long eyes, would accidentally start a side mission and kill us all—"

"So shouldn't you exchange something to prevent the mission from starting? Why should you exchange this kind of prop like a horse cannon?" Mo Yi narrowed his eyes, his tone a bit sharp.

Suddenly, Sun Xiaoyan couldn't answer for a moment.

Mo Yi continued without a word:

"Do you want to say that you can take over and save us all by the way when we start a task that we can't accomplish?"

Sun Xiaoyan's face turned blue and white for a while, and she took a step forward impulsively, and said:

"you……"

However, she just said a word, but Yu Guang met Song Qi, who had been silent for a while.

An inexplicable fear rushed into her mind, and the words that were about to blur out blocked the trembling throat.

Song Qi regained his gaze faintly and still said nothing.

Mo Yi stood beside him, with a quiet face and no emotion, he said with a smile:

"If I'm not mistaken, the" new guy "who was about to open the door before is also yours."

Before entering the game, Jiang Yuanrou introduced to him that this game has three senior players.

One is that they are completely unaware of the hidden spurs-or they are unwilling to take the risk even if they know it. They pass and pass, and one copy is a copy. This kind of player has a relatively high survival rate, so the number is the highest.

The second is a minority. They walk on the edge of danger and start hidden tasks in order to earn higher points. This kind of player has a very high casualty rate, so the number is less.

The other is disgusting.

They use props to walk in the low-level copy, and after the newcomers and inexperienced seniors open the branch, they force the other party into the branch task through intimidation and lure. Use all means to **** the opportunity to get points.

From the beginning, Mo Yi had some doubts about them.

Zhao Yicheng's desire to dominate is too strong.

He took the lead in establishing himself as a savior, and then in the words and deeds, instilled into the hearts of everyone the image of being a dominator and leader.

He told everyone to look for clues, but he didn't share information at all. Blindly asking questions, he and Sun Xiaoyan inquired about the news from others, and even sang red faces and white faces to force the source.

It was during the meal that Mo Yi really connected Zhao Yicheng and others with the third category of seniors.

He noticed that the "newcomer" who had opened the door for two days, including tonight, had not taken a piece of dark bread-then, where did she come from as a food source for the newcomer?

These little doubts, like scattered beads, accumulate in Mo Yi's mind.

Just now, Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan acted like a complete silk thread, connecting all the beads.

Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan both had stiff expressions, their faces were earthy, and looked at Mo Yi with suspicion.

Zhao Yicheng coughed twice, pulled the corners of his lips mechanically, a bare smile appeared on his face, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain something.

Mo Yi calmed down the smile on his face.

He looked faint and was extremely deterrent when he was expressionless:

"Well, it's almost time for a break, after all, the difficulty of the copy is about to increase, it is better to go back as soon as possible."

Zhao Yicheng was frightened by Mo Yi's eyes, and his back suddenly exuded a layer of cold sweat.

It took a few seconds before he realized that he was scared by a young man younger than him.

Zhao Yicheng blushed in anger and annoyed a hypocritical smile. He glanced at Mo Yi with a hate, and finally hummed at Sun Xiaoyan:

"go."

Sun Xiaoyan resigned his lips, and his expression was bitter.

The two walked back and forth to the accommodation area.

Watching their backs swallowed by the dimness in the deep corridor, Mo Yi lowered his head and looked at his watch:

8:45

There are fifteen minutes to turn off the lights.

Mo Yi looked a little bit worried, and he turned absently and looked at Song Qi around him:

"Be careful tonight, no one knows exactly what will happen to this copy."

He thought about it and continued to add: "Also, you have to be careful with these two people, they are unlikely to be so good-willed."

After speaking, Mo Yi turned and walked into the corridor.

He had just taken two steps and felt that his arm was choked.

Mo Yi turned his head in surprise, looking at Song Qi.

I saw that his face was still unshakable. He had no **** lips clenching and his lips were tight, like marble carving.

His face looked paler and his eyebrows twisted slightly.

Song Qi closed her mouth, took a deep breath, and said quietly:

"Don't worry about what they said just now."

Mo Yi froze for a few seconds, and after a while, realized that Song Qi was referring to Sun Xiaoyan's remarks just now.

He smiled, a little indifferent between his eyes:

"Every mechanism in this game is forcing players to compete. But instead of putting their intentions on the table, they are like warm water stew frogs and blunt knives to kill people, letting players either for freedom and life or for points The huge benefits of the store go with its intent. "

No matter what the players are struggling with, in the end, everyone will voluntarily or involuntarily join the game.

-After all, no one is willing to be trapped in everlasting copies of terror.

Mo Yi raised his eyes to Song Qi.

His eyes were extraordinarily deep, approaching the abyss-like darkness in the light, and at this time looked calm to almost cruel:

"And for those who don't accept the rules of the game, death is only a matter of time."

Song Qi let go of the palm holding Mo Yi's arm.

Watching Mo Yi's straight back walked into the dark corridor without hesitation, and was swallowed by the deep darkness.

Song Qi slowly exposed the corners of his lips, and his facial expression was soft and almost sloppy. In the next second, his entire figure was hidden in the darkness, and then disappeared completely.

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Mo Yi walked along the narrow and deep corridor alone, creaking at the foot of the wooden floor.

He held his breath and stared at the movement behind him.

Song Qi did not keep up.

Mo Yi didn't know whether to relax or take a deep breath, and her eyes were a little complicated under her long eyelashes.

While underground, he noticed that when the side mission was started, Song Qi's name was no longer listed.

There is only one explanation for this situation.

Song Qi is not a player.

In order not to frighten the snake, Mo Yi has been covering up his defense, pretending to be as normal as possible on his face, but the bottom of his heart seems to set off a stormy sea.

The previous clues were almost completely strung.

Song Qi has all the doubts about him, and his surprising obsession with himself.

Maybe, plus, at the end of the last copy, a sudden madness made him drink that mist of blood.

So Mo Yi has reason to doubt-this "Song Qi" is the fog at the end of the last copy.

For the first time in this game, he was hesitant.

As if it was an error code that exceeded his expectations, so vivid and abruptly ran rampant in his plan, representing danger and uncertainty.

The other party did not show maliciousness to him before today, but how can he believe that the other party will never show maliciousness? This is equivalent to trusting one's trust and life in an unknown number out of control, as dangerous as derailment.

The most sensible approach is to stay as far away as possible, or to find ways to "remove".

It is like deleting the chaotic and messy error in the orderly and elegant code ranks, and returning the world to grace and smoothness.

However, Mo Yi was a little shaken now.

Just now, before asking him a question, "Song Qi" obviously wanted to tell him something, but it seemed to be blocked by the entire game-just as it prevented Jiang Yuanrou from revealing its relevant information to the outside world.

Linking to "Song Qi" 's pale face, it seems that it started after he saved himself.

Mo Yi speculated that the entire game framework has restrictions on him. I am afraid that as a copy other than him, he is not allowed to participate in the entire copy, and he is not allowed to interfere with the operation of players in the copy at will.

Mo Yi rubbed his thumb's joint subconsciously, his eyebrows wrinkled tightly, looking worried.

What's more, the reason why "Song Qi" was so kind to him was that Mo Yi hadn't figured it out yet.

After all, he was convinced that he had not dealt with similar "living creatures" in the past two decades.

The dim corridor was about to end, and the door of his own room was right in front of him.

Mo Yi took a breath and dispelled the thoughts in his heart, clarifying his thinking.

Then he reached out and supported the door frame, turned and walked in.

His pace stalled.

There was an extra person in the empty room.

A short little girl stood with his back to him, stood in front of a window closed by a wooden bar, and stared out of the window in a dreamy way.

Thin thin hands rested on the window lattice.

Mo Yi couldn't help holding his breath.

It seemed that she was aware of Mo Yi's arrival, and the little girl turned her head slowly.

The flesh and blood on half of her cheeks sunk in indistinctly, she could almost see the broken brain shell and overflowing brain plasma, and her long blond hair was stained with blood. She turned her incomplete blue eyes and looked at Mo Yi.

Asked softly,

"Haveyouseenmybunny?"

(Have you seen my bunny)

——Just then, the harsh lights rang out.

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Hmm ... I didn't expect that there were many people who could not understand English?

So make up a translation ~

Happy Tanabata Festival ~

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