Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter Sixty-One

Mo Yi speeded up and walked to the back door, and climbed down the wooden ladder that was not closed.

As soon as I landed, I saw the mist standing at the window and watching him quietly. The halo from the light blue countdown outside the window came in and was plated lightly on his side, even in his light gray pupil. A little light blue was reflected.

He raised a finger with a distinct joint and pressed it lightly on his lips to make a mouth shape:

Shh.

Mo Yi stared for a moment, stopped the movement in his hand, and listened intently.

I just heard a slow rubbing sound outside the door, as if something was crawling against the ground. The carpeted wooden floor squeaked, appearing weird in the darkness and silence.

There was a shallow humming in the distance, and I could not hear clearly across the not-so-thin walls and door.

The gentle male voice is getting closer, and the vague and repeated humming is introduced into the eardrum through the immense darkness, loomingly affecting the human heart and nerves.

——It's too late to leave the second floor.

Mo Yi stared tightly at the dark doorway, holding his breath subconsciously.

Darkness and silence made his senses more acute, and even the slightest sound could be passed into his mind, as if everything around him was enlarged without limit.

The heart beating sounded like a drum, contracting and beating with a sound, hitting his ears faster and faster, mixed with the sound of his deliberately low breathing, shaking every nerve of his.

The sound of friction was getting closer and closer, the sound of "嚓嚓" seemed regular and monotonous, and the sound of rolling and scratching seemed to be mixed with the sound of friction.

The gentle male voice sang lowly in a vague nursery rhyme, which made people infatuated.

A pale hand caught the door frame, and black turbid blood flowed slowly down the twisted door frame. Then, the hand slammed down and advanced a lot into the door.

Mo Yi couldn't help breathing, his eyes seemed to be dragged, and he stayed firmly in that hand.

The entire arm was exposed—including a clean, flat fracture behind the arm.

This turned out to be a broken arm that could move on its own!

Pale fingers clasped the gaps in the floor, and crawled forward, leaving heavy tar-colored blood stains underneath.

A grunt sounded.

A head rolled to the door, a pale face clinging to the floor, looking blankly at Mo Yi standing in the room.

A pair of dark, emotionless, hazy eyes seemed to be out of focus, which made people all cold.

He wriggled two pale lips and hummed softly:

"... He-had-left-legs-and-arms-lying-all-over-the-room ..."

Mo Yi's breathing increased quickly, and his hands pressing on the wooden stairs slowly tightened. The muscles on his arms secretly tightened his eyes. He stared at the terrible sight in front of him, his face tight and tight.

He is waiting.

The torn body squirmed and followed, and the neatly broken legs and feet also entered Mo Yi's field of vision. The limbs that had climbed towards the stairway changed direction and moved toward Mo Yi.

The pale head rolled inward.

The humming voice became louder and clearer: "--there-was-a-man, a-very-untidy-man."

Mo Yi's mind flashed like lightning, and instantly found the corresponding content in his mind.

He no longer stayed for a second, climbed the wooden ladder, and climbed up as fast as he could.

The heart beating desperately in his chest, almost referring to his throat, Mo Yi's light saw that pale hand that hit him also speeded up and rushed straight at him.

Just a few centimeters away can pull his corner!

Just then, the fog was standing in the dark, and he took a step forward.

With his movement, the endless gray mist suddenly spread behind him, squeezing every trace of air, and moving forward clearly, exuding endless coercion and terror, straightly attacking the broken hand. !!

The pale broken hand froze instantly.

The skull also changed its expressionless expression, a pale face occupied by resentment and fear, and looked even more strange. A pair of turbid eyes stared at the spreading mist tightly, and there was no trace of light in the darkness. The pupils ... were full of fear.

Taking advantage of its rigidity, Mo Yi speeded up, the last lunge rushed into the attic, then stretched out the handle of the hidden door, and forced it together, the wooden staircase contracted with his movement. Folded, followed the dark door and was pulled up into the attic.

The dark door finally closed tightly, blocking the sly sight of the pale head.

The dust was slowly agitating by his side, and the **** smell became more pungent.

Mo Yi gasped, his eyes drew down, covering up the tight-looking pupil in the center of his eyes.

He used a slightly trembling palm to hold the attic floor still faintly shaking, and a sharp heartbeat and a quick gasp sounded in his ear, occupying almost all his thoughts.

Mo Yi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

It was too dangerous just now.

According to the experience of the previous several critical moments, if it is not close enough, it is impossible to hear the specific content of the nursery rhymes.

This may be one of the more difficult rules to copy in case they get clues too easily.

So just now, he had to take the risk.

In previous experiences, there were others besides him. The goals of those monsters were scattered. In addition, he was already very concerned about such things, so he could get clues relatively easily.

And this time, he was the only target of the monster.

Mo Yiqu sat on the ground with his legs up, calming down his breath while sorting out his thoughts.

This nursery rhyme is still one of the mother goose nursery rhymes. The full text is:

Therewasaman, averyuntidyman,

Whosefingerscouldnowherebefoundtoputinhistomb.

Hehadrolledhisheadfarunderneaththebed;

Hehadleftlegsandarmslyingallovertheroom.

[There is a man, a very stingy man, whose fingers can't be found everywhere, and cannot be put in the grave. His head rolled deep into the bed, his hands and feet scattered all over the room. 】

Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the dusty wooden gap on the floor of the attic, as if he wanted to pierce through this weak wooden board and look down.

He breathed lightly, listening slowly to the sound of friction downstairs, rolling heads, and murmuring chanting slowly.

The sound was getting quieter, and then it went away.

Mo Yi exhaled a long breath, and finally his tight nerves slowly relaxed.

At this moment, there was a sudden wave in the air in front of him. Mo Yi froze and stared.

I saw the light gray mist slowly gather, and then a familiar figure appeared in the open space of the attic.

He looked the same as on weekdays, but his face was obviously pale. A pair of pale gray eyes seemed deeper and deeper, and he looked attentive when looking at people.

Mo Yi froze, remembering the scene that Yu Guang glanced at just before the door closed.

——The tall man is standing in the thick gray mist, the outline of his face is blurred by the fog, and his icy eyes are full of vigor, suffocating thrill and horror.

Almost reminded Mo Yi of the wordless horror that he felt when he first saw the slowly spreading mist in the corridor of the first copy.

He stood up against the wall next to his palm, took a few steps in the direction of the mist, and hesitated to ask:

"……Are you ok?"

The face of the mist was quiet and soft. The momentum just now seemed to have been completely converged. It seemed as if it were just a beautiful ordinary person, and said "um" lowly.

Mo Yi frowned.

I don't know if it's my own illusion, the misty figure ... seems a bit more transparent than just now?

The mist looked at him indefinitely and said, "The rule of the game is that I can't intervene in any situation of the copy."

He paused, narrowed his eyes for a moment, and added: "The rule of copy excludes me."

Mo Yi thought of the fatal mist that spread in his first copy after the bell rang, and he nodded, indicating that he knew.

The mist looked at him deeply, and continued, "Now if I have alarmed part of the rules of the game, it has begun to exclude me. If I stay in this copy in this state again, the difficulty of the game will be bound to substantial improvement."

At this moment, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something, and asked, "When the last copy was almost over, you disappeared for a long time, is it because of this?"

The misty lips tightened and nodded slowly.

"Next, I will probably follow you in the invisible state in the real world. After all, now in the copy, my power is still much stronger than in reality, and the sleep time will be shorter."

Mo Yi frowned tightly, and a pair of extremely dark eyes fixedly fixed on him: "Why?"

The mist simmered.

Just listen to him slowly continue to ask: "Why do you keep following me?"

Mo Yi took a step forward and approached him, his pale face was revealed, his dark eyes looked at him, and he continued:

"Even in the copy, in the real world, even now being excluded by the rules of the game, you have to follow me in an invisible form. Why?"

He paused, adding:

"The last copy, you owed me a question, remember?"

The misty face was still quiet, but the light-colored eyes did not know why they had a strange sorrow.

But Mo Yi looked again, and he returned to his calm and indifferent look before:

"I can't say."

Mo Yi was not surprised by this answer.

He knows this game pit, the information control between players and players, players and non-players is extremely strict, and it does not seem to be incomprehensible to his NPC.

He could not help but feel discouraged.

Just listen to the mist and continue in a low voice:

"But you know, I won't hurt you."

Mo Yi froze and looked up at him, only to see that his figure was slowly disappearing, and the light gray eyes like mist were slowly spreading into the air, and a few mists spread to him.

Next, he felt his little finger slightly ticked.

Mo Yi sighed helplessly.

……Fine.

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