Chapter 22

Mo Yi's brows slowly frowned, his fingers unconsciously tightened, leaving shallow marks on the rough paper of the note.

Findme?

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

"Only good kids, be good kids, can you come and play games."

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

Then...what if he loses?

Mo Yi's mind was filled with countless mysteries, and he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it.

He raised his head and looked at Song Qi, and spoke to say something.

But he suddenly bumped into the other person's eyes as he looked at him. His light-colored eyes looked extremely focused in the half-bright light, and his thin pupils were like snake's pupils, almost shocking.

Mo Yi's heart burst into pieces, and a creepy sense of crisis spread from behind.

He looked at it again, but only saw Song Qi squatting down beside him with a normal face and looking at the note in his hand:

"What? What did you find?"

Mo Yi lowered his eyes and his thick black eyelashes drooped, covering the surging emotions in his eyes.

He handed the note in his hand to Song Qi. When he took the note and looked at it carefully, Mo Yi seemed to speak inadvertently:

"By the way, how did you recognize me at the beginning?"

Song Qi replied: "What Jiang Yuanrou told me, she said that you are the one who looks the best in that crowd."

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

"But she also told me your specific appearance characteristics." Song Qi raised his eyes and looked at him: "Otherwise I wouldn't recognize you at first glance."

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

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

After hearing this, Song Qi raised his head and looked at him, narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "I will come."

Mo Yi was stunned:...ah? Why are you stupid?

The next second, Song Qi lowered his head again, explaining as if nothing had happened:

"I temporarily took a order to bring new people. When you released the dungeon, you had already entered the game and didn't have time to contact you."

Jiang Yuanrou did say that there will be standby time before the copy is opened, and you can still enter the same copy as long as you use props during this period.

It can be explained.

What's more, Song Qi also knew that Jiang Yuanrou's name was also known - you know, she was concealing her identity without any loss.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and continued to ask:

"Speaking of this, you just told those two girls that you are new, so what are you bringing?"

Song Qi's face remained unchanged and explained: "It's just a simple prop, redeemed by the game store."

After saying that, he reached out and grabbed it, and the shape of a backpack appeared beside him. When he let go, the edge of the backpack disappeared in the air again.

Mo Yi nodded, and the very suspicious expression hidden in his eyes finally faded a little.

He took the note he handed over from Song Qi, reached out to hold the railing beside him, and stood up.

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

His eyes fell on the sign hanging on the head of the bed.

The brand is already very old, covered with dust and dirt, but you can still see the handwriting.

It is written in beautiful floral characters: Iris Municipal Orphanage.

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

It turned out to be his own name?

Mo Yi's back chills, and he hastily taken it up, walked quickly to several other beds, checking the famous brands on it.

"daniel", "tommy", "john"...

Except for the bed where he woke up, the other signs hanging in front of the bed were all very ordinary English names, which should be the names of each orphan lying on those beds.

Mo Yi's heart was in chaos. He stood in front of the bed at the end, turned his head to look at the bed where he woke up-

Under the dim light, the dusty interior was so quiet that it was scary. The narrow bed was half hidden in the darkness in the corner of the wall, looking lonely and weird, as if waiting for something quietly.

An idea suddenly flashed through Mo Yi's mind:

Such a way of signing is like...he is a member of this orphanage.

Suddenly, a fierce noise came from outside the door, pulling Mo Yi out of his immersed thoughts. He was in a daze and his eyes instantly returned to the clarity.

Mo Yi turned his head and said to Song Qi who was standing aside: "Go and take a look."

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

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the hall, before I could enter, I heard a sharp scream like a fingernail scratching the glass:

"--ah!!!"

Mo Yi paused in a slight manner, resisted the urge to reach out and rub the ears of his painful ears, then took his long legs and accelerated his steps 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 stiffly in the air, his blue-black face swollen and bloodshot, and he looked straight in the direction of Mo Yi with his eyes open. His turbid eyes were protruding, his face was terrified and distorted, as if he had seen something terrible before he died.

Everyone around them looked pale. One of the women sat on the ground with weak legs, trembling and afraid to look up, and their faces were covered with tears - it was obvious that she was the source of the scream just now.

At this moment, Zhao Yicheng walked out from behind the crowd, raised his voice and comforted him: "Don't panic, everyone, the most important issue now is that it is best to find out why this gentleman died in order to avoid becoming the next victim!"

Another female veteran also stood up and supported his point of view:

"Yes, yes, this game will never be randomly selected to kill people. He must have done something to make it like this. As long as we find the reason and try to avoid it, we can minimize casualties to the greatest extent."

Although there was still hesitation and fear in everyone's eyes, their emotions were a little calmer than before.

The air was filled with a humid and cold smell, mixed with a shallow smell of fear.

Everyone was very depressed. After all, less than an hour after the game started, one out of ten people had died, and everyone still had no idea how to escape.

Mo Yi frowned, walked forward thoughtfully, and approached him carefully to observe the corpse in front of him.

It was obvious that the man had just died shortly after he died, and there was still warm on his body, which made his face lose his vitality look extremely inconsistent. His eyes were covered in blood, looking at the void in a turbid manner, and his distorted facial features almost made everyone feel physiologically uncomfortable.

Although he was hung on the beam of the house, his face was not blue-black due to suffocation, and his tongue did not extend into the outlet due to tightening his neck.

Mo Yi's brows became tighter and tighter, and the questions in his heart were almost about to emerge. His mind was as fast as lightning. The next second, he reached out and pulled the chair beside him and stepped on it.

His fingers were neatly around the corpse's shoulders and touched the back of his neck.

The people who saw the actions of the people on the side seemed to be stunned by his boldness, and they couldn't help but gasp in one breath, and stopped in a daze and looked at him.

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes were calm, and his fingers were twisted. The remaining warm skin of the corpse was still soft and elastic, and could be clearly touched. Under the flesh, the strange shape and movement trajectory of the bones on the neck were.

Sure enough, the cervical bone of the corpse was broken, and it was very neatly broken.

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

He looked up absent-mindedly at the corpse hanging in the air, thinking thoughtfully.

A broken neck bone rarely occurs on people who are hanged, but it is more like... hanging.

The prisoner suddenly fell from the gallows and pulled the cervical vertebrae of the tortured person through gravity.

...The gallows?

Mo Yi was stunned and subconsciously touched the note in his pocket.

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

The crooked gallows on the note coincided with the corpse hanging in front of them inexplicably—

At this moment, something strange happened.

The crayon was drawn into a hanging villain appeared out of thin air under the gallows, and several childish big characters appeared on the note.

The bright red is like fresh blood:
Chapter completed!