Chapter 58

In the skillful comfort of the sect, other players quickly scattered and looked for clues separately.

Mo Yi stood there without moving, staring at the corpses of the two players on the floor with some complexity.

Their bodies were strangely twisted, curling on the floor as if they were suffering from great pain. Their hideous faces were already black, and the exposed skin was covered with this disgusting black, and thin bloodshots slowly flowed out along the seven orifices.

The blackened face of the corpse was slowly shrinking, but at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood flowing from the lips, eyes and nose dripped along the curve of the face on the dirty wooden floor, trickling into the gaps on the floor, and then was sucked clean without falling.

Mo Yi subconsciously pursed his lips, and the lip color that was not plump became lighter and lighter at this moment, because of the force that was even whiter.

He finally took a deep look at the corpse on the ground, then turned around and walked to the window.

The rich and indelible dark air outside the window flashed with cold, emotionless fluorescent blue numbers, as if they were not disturbed by any external factors.

4:47:08

Mo Yi stared in the air, and the little blue numbers seemed to be reflected in his dark pupils, and the emotions inside were bottomless.

It has been more than two hours since I entered the copy.

During this period, there were five nursery rhymes in total - and among these five nursery rhymes, three of them were sung directly for them in this copy.

The twisted man outside the house hummed "crooked-man", "three-blind-mice" in the intermittent music box, and "ring-a-ring-o'roses" that were singing repeatedly in a child's voice at the entrance of the stairs."

Every time this nursery rhyme sounds, it will take several lives.

The nursery rhyme rang every hour.

Mo Yi's eyes were slightly sunken.

Let’s contact the “Seven Days” in the game prompts. The relationship between the game is naturally self-evident.

One nursery rhyme is one for an hour, one nursery rhyme is one for murderous intent.

If he guessed correctly, then there should be no danger in the next hour.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and turned around and looked behind him.

The staircase leading directly to the second floor, the black staircase was standing crookedly in the center of the hall, extending upwards into the darkness.

His eyes flashed, and a trace of firmness flashed through his eyes, and he slowly walked towards the stairs.

At this moment, Mo Yi felt his cuffs being pulled by a gentle force.

He was stunned and turned his eyes to look at the place where the force came from.

I saw Yu Ran standing next to him silently, as if I didn't know how to speak, but just looked at him silently.

Mo Yi's expression remained unchanged: "You should have figured out the relationship between nursery rhymes and time."

Yu Ran's eyes were a little complicated, and he said "hmm".

Mo Yi smiled and said, "Since that's the case, you don't have to worry."

Yu Ran looked at him with a silence, sighed deeply, and finally his strength was slightly relaxed, and said:

"Then... then be careful."

Mo Yi showed a shallow smile, and after briefly thanking him, he turned around without stopping to walk up the stairs.

The straight and thin back was slowly swallowed by the darkness, blocking the unknown sight projected from behind.

The uneven wooden staircase under his feet "creaked" with his steps, and it looked boring and harsh in the cold and dark stairwell.

There was a rich darkness in front of us and around us, both the road in front of us and the handrails beside us were shrouded in, revealing a blurry and ugly outline under the light of the flashlight.

The cold breath penetrated the thin shirt without any hindrance, invaded the texture, stimulating the sensitive peripheral nerves, causing the skin behind Mo Yi's neck to involuntarily have goose bumps.

At this moment, a low fog sound came from beside me, and the cold and heavy tone almost caused a faint vibration in the air:

"She seems to care about you."

Mo Yi didn't expect that he would suddenly speak, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

He turned his head and looked at the outline of the fog blurred by darkness. Thinking that the others could not hear their conversation at this moment, he spoke directly:

"She..." Mo Yi paused thoughtfully, and then continued calmly:

"I can only say that I have a little more kindness than others."

He narrowed his eyes and watched the flashlight cast a twisted aperture on the stairs in front of him.

Reflected in his dark eyes, a light shining in the darkness.

He chuckled softly, and said casually, with a coldness he had never noticed:

"Most of the people who are left behind are veteran players. Who can't see such obvious connection between time and nursery rhymes - they just don't have the courage to come up."

Just think about it with your toes, there will be dangers everywhere in the darkness above the stairs. If you are not careful, you will be at risk of dying. Coupled with the nursery rhyme at the entrance of the stairs just now, the instinctive fear of danger, unknown and darkness makes them afraid to act too much.

After all... the connection here is just a guess.

No matter how reasonable it is, it is also a conjecture.

——No one will be crazy to use his life to bet on whether this guess is correct.

The longer a player lives, the more he cherishes his life.

So, they are waiting for a volunteer victim.

Mo Yi's actions were something they liked to see. No matter whether he was alive or alive, they would be helpful to them. It was a business that was beneficial without any harm.

And Yu Ran... his heart was just not that hard, so he stood up to stop him from almost dying.

Mo Yi's face looked faint and continued to walk up the stairs. His dark eyes were almost inhuman cold and rational.

Wu turned his head slightly and stared at Mo Yi's side face, with unknown emotions settled in his light gray pupils.

He chuckled softly and stopped talking.

After leaving for a while, Mo Yi finally stepped onto the last step.

The dust raised on the soles of the shoes was revealed in the light of the flashlight, slowly floating up and down, and everything else was shrouded in thick darkness, as if it was swallowed up in the abyss as much as possible, and even the light of the flashlight could not penetrate.

The moldy smell of the stale wooden structure is mixed with the smell of dust and a faint smell of blood, making it particularly pungent.

Mo Yi suppressed the urge to rub his nose, raised the flashlight to illuminate the road ahead. When he was about to move forward, his steps suddenly stopped.

An emotional entanglement suddenly flashed on my face, which was so cold that I had almost no emotions.

"that……"

Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds and said hesitantly:

"Can you let go of my hand now?"

The fog still looked serious: "...I'm worried that you're afraid."

Mo Yi: "..."

???

Seeing that he could not get over the excuse, a trace of obvious pity was passed through the foggy face, so he had to slowly release his fingers that were stained with the other person's body temperature. His movements were deliberately pulled for a long and hesitant, and the tangled fingers separated into two hands.

Finally, after tangling Mo Yi's slender and well-proportioned knuckles without any trace, Wu Qi let go of his hand with a righteous look on his face.

Mo Yi was a little confused: I don’t know if it was his illusion, but I always felt that the other party… seemed to like to have physical contact with him?

He subconsciously glanced at his side, his eyes slid across his fog's side face without any emotion, like a feather.

——Probably an illusion.

Mo Yi thought vaguely.

But... he is not very repulsive.

He walked forward, and the touch different from the stairs came from under his feet. It seemed to be covered with a carpet, absorbing all the footsteps, and could only hear the muffled sound echoing upstairs.

Mo Yi calmed down carefully and walked forward slowly.

At this moment, he suddenly encountered something hard object under his feet, making a harsh metal sound, which seemed particularly loud in the narrow and long dark space, almost making people feel nervous.

Mo Yi couldn't help but be shocked.

He took a step back suddenly, pressed his wrist down, and the light of the flashlight shone under his feet.

I saw that on my must-pass road, there was a music box safely placed, and the mottled and peeling metal shell was shining with a faint cold light under the light, which seemed to be old.

Because he was kicked, he was rolling over and fell to the ground, and the box was half open to a narrow gap.

Mo Yi paused, bent down, and carefully picked up the music box.

It was heavy and pressed heavily on his palms. The cold touch was passed along the metal shell, giving people a strange, uncomfortable feeling.

This is probably the music box that played nursery rhymes an hour ago.

The three ugly, fur-turned, and ferociously needled rats were imprinted vividly in his retina again, and the strong smell of blood on their bodies, together with the harsh and sharp screams, appeared in his memory again.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, ignoring the discomfort that surged in his heart, and reached out to turn on its lid.

To his surprise, the inside of this music box is different from its appearance.
To be continued...