Chapter 26

Mo Yi's throat was trembling and tightening, his back was wet and sweaty. He could only hear his heart's clamor and agitation in his ears.

At this moment, he truly felt the approaching of death.

Suddenly, a cold hand like an iron hoop clenched on Mo Yi's wrist where the burning and painful place was then pulled hard!

Mo Yi only felt that the rope around his neck loosened and he immediately fell down weightlessly.

A strong force pulled his wrist and pulled him to the side!

Mo Yi felt that his nose hit something hard. His arm was hurt by the cold palms. He was tightly protected in an arms - and then he rolled on the ground with dust for several rounds and stopped.

He raised his head a little confused.

The nose was hit and red, and some physiological tears oozed out of the corners of his eyes. He looked at the person pressed under his body in a daze.

Mo Yi was stunned for a while before he realized:

“…Song Qi?”

I saw that the other party was treated as a meat pad, and he was firmly pressed under him as he rolled.

The two of them had their faces at the end, almost tangling with their noses.

Song Qi's breath lingers at his nose, wrapping him around... like the fog in the pine forest after the rain.

The atmosphere was silent and you could almost hear the other person's heartbeat.

At this moment, Mo Yi cleared his throat a little embarrassedly, breaking the current atmosphere. He supported himself with his elbows and opened the distance between the two:

"Sorry, did you hit somewhere?"

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

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

At this time, they had appeared in the ordinary dark corridor. Although the lights were still dim, they were no longer the darkness that was almost desperate before. The swallowed road reappeared, and it seemed that everything had returned to normal.

Mo Yi looked back at the door marked with the dean's office with lingering fear, shrank his shoulders unnaturally, and there seemed to be a rough touch of noose on his neck.

Only then did he realize the scorching pain coming from his palm.

Song Qi, who was standing aside, suddenly reached out and raised his right hand.

Even though his movements were cautious, Mo Yi subconsciously took a breath.

Under the light that was not very bright, you can see that his index finger and ring finger bent backwards in a strange arc, and his thumb seemed to be dislocated, his thin wrist was swollen, and his relief with bright red finger marks were printed.

It's so miserable that it's almost unbearable to look at it.

Song Qi held his hand and trembled slightly. He pursed his lips and raised his head, his face a little pale, and his light pupils stared at him with a wrong look, almost making Mo Yi feel uncomfortable.

Mo Yi actually didn't care. He shrugged his shoulders easily and said:

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

After saying that, he paused, looked up at Song Qi, and his dark eyes were so bright that it was amazing: "I know how that man died."

Suddenly, at this moment, a scream tear apart the silence again and resounded throughout the building:

"Ah—!!! Help!!!!"

Mo Yi and Song Qi looked at each other and ran to the place where the sound originated.

As soon as they arrived at the hall, they saw that a man was hanging swaying on the beam near the door.

Unlike the previous victim, the deceased this time obviously had a fierce battle. His five fingers turned outward, dripping with dazzling blood flowing downwards, gathering into a small pool of blood on the ground.

His neck was rotating 180 degrees, and his white neck bones were covered with bloody flesh and blood, and his head was hanging from an incredible angle, making him unable to see the expression on his face.

Several newcomers had almost reached the critical point of collapse, and a panic discussion and sob broke out among the crowd.

Zhao Yicheng rushed over at this moment. Just the next second he had arrived, a woman rushed out of the crowd, her eyes vaguely grasped Zhao Yicheng's arm, and the bright red nails were deeply embedded in his arms.

She cried in tears while shouting in a daze: "...I don't know, I didn't mean it..."

Zhao Yicheng frowned without a trace, pulled her hand that pinched her arm away, and asked, "You can explain it clearly, what's wrong?"

The woman was crying and hesitatingly explained, and it took a long time to figure out what she was saying.

It turned out that she and the senior man were in a team. The two of them took the keys to the library, but when they were at the door, she was timid and did not dare to go in, so the senior man went in alone to find clues.

Soon, she heard the strange laughter of a child coming from inside, and was scared for a moment, so she turned her head and ran away.

When she arrived at the hall, she saw the body of her teammate.

The atmosphere was a little solemn for a moment, and in the quiet and spacious hall, only the woman's crying was heard.

This is why he emphasized before that it is best not to act alone.

Mo Yi thought without losing regret.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and he took a step forward half a step forward. His dark eyes were wrongly staring at the woman, and asked in a hurry:

"Have you seen a teddy bear?"

The woman seemed to be startled by him, raised her head to look at him with tears in her eyes, racked her brains to think about it, and replied:

"Okay... It seems that he mentioned something like teddy bears before, and asked me if I saw it. I thought he was confused, so I didn't care too much."

Mo Yi pursed his lips tightly, thinking in a mixed manner.

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

Mo Yi was awakened from his thoughts by his words, and then nodded in a complicated manner.

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

"I know the cause of these two people's death, which is one of the rules of this copy."

Mo Yi's words were astonished as if they were shocked, making everyone stunned. Then, as if they saw the hope of their survival, their eyes shone at him.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and said, "I saw the entire orphanage's schedule behind the cabinet in the dean's office. At every moment, the orphans must act according to this arrangement form. Once the rules are violated, they will be punished."

Sun Xiaoyan, who was standing beside Zhao Yicheng, was a little stunned and subconsciously said:

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

The female voice whispered softly the seemingly innocent nursery rhyme, and the strangeness almost made everyone present feel cold behind her.

Mo Yi looked at her deeply, then nodded: "Yes, this prompt should refer to this, and the clock in the restaurant is to indicate the time on the timetable."

Someone asked anxiously, "Then, do you still remember the specific content?"

Mo Yi lowered his eyes and covered his shallow pride in his eyes - even hundreds of lines of code that seemed irregular, it was no difficulty for him, let alone just a few lines of time regulations?

He smiled softly: "Remember."

The next second, Mo Yi seemed to remember something, raised his eyes and looked at everyone, the light deep in his eyes was so hard to look at:

"However, what I'm worried about now is not this anymore."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yicheng stepped forward with some anxiety and asked, "Then...is there anything else?"

“Since we have to follow the schedule, then, does it mean…”

Mo Yi glanced at him lightly and continued:
Chapter completed!