The round light shining from the flashlight swayed in the corridor, making it look terrifying in the thick darkness.

The sound of uniform footsteps hit the empty corridor. Even though the lights in the classroom beside it were still unstoppable, it could not stop the malice that oozed out of its bones.

Mo Yi kept walking, stepping into the area without lights, and his palm was sweating while holding the flashlight, but his steps were unexpectedly calm.

A "sizzling" sound came from the light tube behind him.

Mo Yi suddenly stopped.

Jiang Yuanbai, who was walking behind him, almost hit his back, as if he was afraid of disturbing something. He plucked up his courage and asked in a low voice: "...what's wrong?"

Mo Yi shook the flashlight and signaled him to come and see.

Jiang Yuanbai leaned out from behind him step by step, looked at the light of the flashlight, and was stunned.

The corridor in front of me is ordinary, except that there is no light, it is almost exactly the same as the other end of the corridor.

Not as high as imagined!

He scratched his head in a daze, walked forward, and covered his palm on the wall at the end of the corridor. The damp and cold touch spread along his skin. Jiang Yuanbai was a little confused and murmured in a low voice: "...it shouldn't be."

Did they misunderstand what they understood?

At this moment, there was a loud "slam" sound of glass shattering behind him. Jiang Yuanbai was shocked and shook his whole body. Before he could turn around, he heard Mo Yi's voice ringing in his ears: "Get out of the way."

Jiang Yuanbai subconsciously flashed to the side.

A strong wind blew against him, and Mo Yi held a fire axe in his hand and smashed the wall with an indomitable posture. After hitting it twice, the axe blade fell deeply into the wall with a clanging sound, and then pulled and lifted it downwards, and the sound of soil and rocks cracking sounded.

From the angle where Jiang Yuanbai was standing, you could see the metal reflection of the iron door behind the bricks and stones.

"My God, why did you think of it..." He turned around in surprise and looked at Mo Yi, but the rest of the words stuck in his throat.

I saw Mo Yi holding the wall half-deadly, holding an axe in one hand, bent over and breathing, as if the movement just now consumed all his energy.

……puff.

Jiang Yuan wasted his boss's efforts to prevent himself from laughing.

He coughed a few times, reached out to take the axe from Mo Yi's hand, and suppressed the smile in his voice: "Cough, why not let me do it next."

Mo Yi stuck his waist and nodded weakly.

Jiang Yuanbai took the axe and smashed it along the place where Mo Yi had just started. The bricks under his hand were quite unstable, as if they were newly built. After a while, a large area was broken. He smashed it and said, "Brother Mo, you really need to exercise well."

Mo Yi: "...you can smash your wall."

If he can go out this time, he must apply for a ** annual card.

Jiang Yuanbai made a quick progress and in less than a few minutes it had already broken a gap on the wall that could accommodate the passage of two people. He tried to push the door with almost no resistance. The iron door quietly opened in the darkness, revealing a black hole entrance.

Mo Yi also recovered so hard at this moment. He turned on the flashlight, nodded at Jiang Yuanbai, and the two walked in together.

The cold and wet breath came to my face, and Mo Yi couldn't help but cough. The smell was as strong as the plum rain for several months was concentrated in a room - the smell in the entire corridor seemed to be emitted from here.

The flashlight flashed a little.

Mo Yi's eyes were wandering indoors, and he couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

In a small room, several dusty shelves were arranged, with old yellow paper pages piled up into mountains, and the smell of rotten paper was emitted from it, making people almost unable to breathe.

It looks like an abandoned archive room.

So why should it be sealed? And it is an extreme method of building it into a wall?

Mo Yi carefully went deeper a few steps, and his shoes raised a long-standing dust. He turned to Jiang Yuanbai and said, "Let's take action separately. You go there to find any useful information. The speed must be fast, we don't have much time left."

Jiang Yuanbai obviously thought of the 45-minute time limit, nodded with a serious expression, took out a flashlight from the bag he carried, and walked towards the other end of the archive room.

Mo Yi walked in the opposite direction. While walking, he was rummaging on the files on the bookshelf.

Perhaps because it was too wet, most of the paper files here had rotten and stuck together, and only some vague words could barely tell. Mo Yi was in trouble and looked at the materials in front of him at a loss.

He frowned with embarrassment and looked up to the side. At this moment, Mo Yi's gaze stopped on the side of the shelf.

A small piece of iron nailed on the side of the shelf. Although it was rusty, the handwriting on it could still be identified. Mo Yi looked carefully and found that it said: 93 years.

An idea hit him.

Mo Yi felt a little scared, and at the same time he was a little excited. The violent heartbeat hit his eardrums in the silence.

He walked out of the gap between the shelves, walked quickly, checking the small iron pieces nailed in front of each shelf: from 1989, 1990... until 1995.

Then, this archive should have been closed after 1995.

Mo Yi recalled the graduation photo he saw on the first floor, which happened to be 1995.

Since the classrooms on each floor are the same, can we think... the entire school is stationed at the same time: that is, the graduates in 1995 left school, and the second group of students happened to enter the third year of high school this year!

Mo Yi held his breath.

And this class that was promoted to the third year of high school in 1995... happened to be the 93rd class! He finally understood another sentence in the prompt before the game started! Jiusansan, Yan Wuzu. If he guessed correctly, Jiusansan refers to Class 3 of the 93rd class!

——The classroom where the corpse appeared happened to be Class 3.

Blood surged into my heart, and Mo Yi rushed towards the document shelf with the words "93 years".

Sure enough, at the bottom of the shelf, under countless rotten book pages, there was a complete folder quietly hidden.

It seems that it is not affected by the years and moisture at all, and the page is white and brand new as before.

Suddenly, a shrill scream suddenly rang out.

It came from the corridor!

Mo Yi did not hesitate and hurriedly reached out to grab the folder, grabbed it under his armpit and ran out.

After walking outside the archives room, the screams had disappeared, and the quietness of the school was shocking. Mo Yi looked up at the window: 3:32.

There are 12 minutes left to ring the bell.

Jiang Yuanbai also ran out behind him, looking panicked: "What's wrong? What's going on?"

Before Mo Yi could answer, he raised his head and sniffed, frowned and muttered, "...Do you think the smell of blood is much more severe?"

Mo Yi was stunned: Yes, the smell of blood in the air became much heavier, but he cared too much about time and didn't notice it for a while.

His eyes sterned, and he quickly walked to the door of Class 3's classroom and looked inside.

Sure enough, there was an extra corpse.

He sat in front of the podium, staring at Mo Yi with gray eyes blankly. For some reason, he looked very short. Mo Yi looked under the table and couldn't help but gasp:

All of his waist is gone.
Chapter completed!