Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter Twenty-Four

Mo Yi clenched her lips, her face was a little cold:

"If I heard correctly, this should be the bell for a meal in an orphanage."

He turned to look at the crowd and asked, "Do any of you know where the restaurant is?"

The woman who collapsed just because she saw the body just flinched, and then said weakly, "... I, I just saw it, right at the end of the corridor over there."

Mo Yi nodded, turned and walked in the direction the woman was pointing.

Perhaps because of his reassuring calm, the crowd hesitated, but still followed him.

The corridor went deeper and deeper, the flashing sconces were dim, and the narrow walls were pressed tightly from both sides, almost suffocating.

A little light shone at the end of the corridor, illuminating a small area at the front of the corridor.

There were two shadowy figures standing there, seeming to be saying something.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and stepped forward.

The faces of the two men gradually became clear: it was Zhao Yicheng and the senior woman who had spoken before.

They seemed to be arguing in a low voice, and their faces looked very unpleasant. When they saw someone coming, they stopped the conversation and looked at Mo Yi, who was at the beginning.

After listening to Mo Yi's remarks on the cause and effect, Zhao Yicheng nodded and echoed:

"Yes, we also found the same note in the room where we woke up."

The senior woman also made a low "um" and took out the gallows note from her pocket.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and suddenly the words turned, pointed his finger at the restaurant behind them, and asked, "Yes, did you get in?"

Zhao Yicheng's complexion was hard to look at instantly. He turned to his side and motioned Mo Yi to look inward.

Mo Yi took a step forward in doubt and looked into the restaurant.

The interior is not very open, the light is a little brighter than in the corridor, the crooked walls and the greasy stains on it look shabby, and there are several low long tables and benches arranged in the room. This should be the place where the orphans eat together Already.

Although it looks simple, there is nothing wrong with it.

But I don't know why, Mo Yi always has a little ignorance of the source of violation.

He moved his gaze to the opposite wall, and couldn't help but stare.

There was a rough stick figure, not too big, but it was right in the middle of the wall, and it looked very eye-catching.

It was a hanging villain.

It just happens to complete a complete picture with the gallows on the note.

There was a low voice from Zhao Yicheng beside him: "The new guy hanging outside, the last time someone saw him alive, he was going to enter this room."

A moment of coolness hit the backs of everyone instantly.

The dilapidated and humble restaurant looked even more gloomy at this moment, as if there were some terrible monsters lurking inside, waiting for the killing horn.

A few people couldn't even control taking a few steps back and wished to stay as far away as possible from this restaurant.

Mo Yi's eyes sank.

He pondered for a few seconds, and stared at the restaurant with sharp eyes.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped somewhere in the restaurant, and his face relaxed slightly.

Mo Yi turned his head and said to Zhao Yicheng, "It doesn't matter, it should be possible here."

He pointed to the end of the restaurant, where there was a dining table covered with dust and stains, and he saw a basket of dark bread and clean water abruptly above it.

Zhao Yicheng looked in the direction of his pointing, couldn't help but hesitated, and then came to understand instantly.

Several other people still looked puzzled and looked at Mo Yi.

Zhao Yicheng explained: "Every time a copy is played in such a closed space for more than 24 hours, the game will prepare food and drinking water that can sustain life for the player. Generally speaking, the time and place of eating are generally safe."

Mo Yi added: "The ringtone just now should remind us of the beginning of the meal."

Everyone just relaxed a little and walked in one by one.

The air was filled with the smell of dust, the temperature was much lower than in the corridor, and the eerie moisture almost penetrated into the texture.

The ceiling in the dining room is very low, with traces of mold rust on it, and the surrounding walls are covered with oil and stains.

Everyone walked to the dining table with their hearts, each took some dark bread, poured a glass of water with the cup aside, and then sat in front of the low bench in twos and threes, ready to eat.

Mo Yi was a bit unaccustomed to pick up two long legs and sit on this chair that was too low for his height.

He lowered his eyes and took a bite of the dark bread in his hand. The cheap and dry bread had a rough texture, and his throat was sore, and it was like chewing gravel.

Everyone was embarrassed, chewing the bread in his mouth slowly and tastelessly.

Someone raised the glass and wanted to rinse the bread out of the mouth with clear water, but the face changed as soon as the water came in: the water had an extremely weird and greasy texture, and it tasted like dirty water that had been aged for several months. It's almost half a tad, almost sickening.

Mo Yi lowered her head a bit, not seemingly aware of the inferiority of the food. She looked at the bread without changing the color.

Just then, a hand reached into his eyes.

The five fingers are slender and fair, the bones are well-proportioned, and they are as beautiful as works of art, with a chocolate bar lying in their palms.

Mo Yi froze and looked up.

I saw Song Qizheng holding his chin in one hand and staring forward without squinting, as if this chocolate bar was not handed over by him.

Mo Yi blinked, lowered her voice, and Shen said:

"You eat, I don't care."

What he said was true. He didn't really care how delicious his food was. For Mo Yi, food is enough as long as it can maintain the normal life of the life, and the taste is delicious or not delicious, but It is worthless packaging outside of food.

Song Qi glanced at him quickly, and then immediately retracted his eyes, his cold lips were like a straight line struck by him:

"I don't like sweets."

Mo Yi: "... ????"

Why are you taking the chocolate bar into the copy?

However, since everything was said, Mo Yi couldn't refuse it anymore, so he reached out and took the whole packaged chocolate bar from Song Qi's palm.

The icy fingertip brushed his palm unconsciously.

Song Qi trembled in the palm of his hand, and quickly retracted his right hand, struggling hard under the table, still calm on his face.

Mo Yi did not notice Song Qi's small movement at all, and his slender fingers quickly and deftly peeled off the wrapping paper of the chocolate bar, and then stuffed it into his mouth before others noticed it.

The outer layer of mellow chocolate melts in the mouth, mixed with a touch of wheat flavor, with the unique bitter taste of chocolate, and the grainy nuts are rolling between the teeth, warm and sweet, from the tip of the tongue to the deep throat.

Mo Yi's eyes narrowed subconsciously, his eyelashes trembled, and his eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his face.

He smiled, raised his eyes and looked at Song Qi, said in a low voice, "Thank you, it was delicious."

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