Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

After listening to Mo Yi's words, everyone couldn't help fighting a shiver.

By default they are part of this orphanage ...?

What do you mean?

The dark cloud of fear slowly covered everyone's hearts, making them unable to control their thoughts.

Mo Yi paused and continued: "I noticed that the name of the bed I woke up was signed with my name. If my guess is correct, should you do the same?"

Everyone's face was hard to look at.

Mo Yi continued: "When everyone is resting today, be sure to return to your bed."

Other players apparently thought of this, and the look on their faces suddenly became even more bleak.

This copy is clearly timed, and each night is naturally the most dangerous time of the day.

The rule now found is obviously to separate the crowds at this most dangerous moment.

This operation is very disgusting.

When everyone was secretly thinking, Mo Yi bowed his head, flipped in his backpack, took out a pen and a convenience note.

He walked over to the table aside, lowered his body, held the pen with his long stubby fingers, scribbled on the handy note, and stood up after a while, sticking the handy note to the side wall.

Everyone hurriedly gathered around to watch.

I saw on the pale yellow paper, the ink blue handwriting was still dry, exuding a light humorous fragrance, and the powerful handwriting was neatly arranged on the sticky note. The content written was exactly the timetable of the entire orphanage.

The man aside asked anxiously, "Are you sure you remember that? If this is wrong ... we will be dead."

Mo Yi looked up at the past and recognized it instantly. This man was the newcomer who had questioned him by his collar.

Before waiting for him to say anything, I saw Song Qi, who had been silent for a while, suddenly stepped forward, and a pair of extremely light pupils looked at the man with no emotion, and said in a clear mood:

"If you don't believe it, go and see for yourself."

After that, he laughed a little with a mockery:

"The Dean's Office is forbidden at any time."

Perhaps because of the previous psychological shadow, the man was shrunk by one of Song Qi's eyes, stepped back a few steps, and then subconsciously looked at the note paper—

Song Qi was right. The Dean's Office was forbidden at any time.

Then, what he said is clear:

As long as you enter the dean's room, it is against the rules and you will be hanged. If you question Mo Yi's life-giving intelligence, you have to confirm it yourself.

The man kept his mouth shut.

Song Qi's face was gloomy. He took Mo Yi's arm, strode forward with an undeniable gentle force, and dragged him back to the room where he woke up.

Before Mo Yi reacted to what had happened, he had been pressed to his shoulders, following Song Qi's strength, and sat down on the bed with his name on it.

Song Qi crouched in front of the bed, carefully holding up his left hand.

The well-defined thin lips are tight and almost white.

He looked at Mo Yi's hand.

Due to a sudden incident, they hurried to meet with other players, so the wound on Mo Yi's hand has not yet been dealt with.

... Mo Yi carried such a wound up to now without saying a word.

Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, the back of his hand was nearly white, the dislocated fractured phalanx was embarrassingly dangling, and the slender five fingers trembled physiologically and fiercely, lying cold and stiff in Song Qi's palm.

Song Qi lowered his eyes and stared at Mo Yi's palm tightly. He could not see the expression on the cold face, and asked without raising his head:

"Do you have anything to bring with you?"

Mo Yi nodded after knowing it, reached for his backpack, but was blocked by Song Qi in the middle:

"I come."

I saw him unzip the backpack and rummaged through it to find the small bottle of disinfectant, bandages, and anti-inflammatory drugs.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qi looked up expressionlessly, raised his index and middle fingers, and then bent: "Look, rabbit."

Mo Yi looked up blankly: Ah?

The next second, while Mo Yi's eyes were attracted by his actions, Song Qimeng made a move!

Listening only to the "click" sound, the **** of Mo Yi's dislocation were stiffly corrected by Song Qi.

"Crouching!" Mo Yi burst into swearing for a while, and almost burst into tears. His body shook like sieve braid, holding down his severely painful left hand, and couldn't say anything.

Song Qi unconsciously softened the facial lines, reached for the disinfectant and wound medicine next to him, treated him with a wound, and wrapped it carefully and carefully with a bandage.

Mo Yi froze all the way, staring blankly at Song Qi, wrapping his hands into a dumpling, only to find his voice for a long time

"you……"

Song Qi looked at Mo Yi's face and couldn't help softening his eyebrows. He smiled softly:

"If you don't think you've seen enough, I'll ask you to watch the rabbit next time I get hurt."

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

Is this uncle's addicted?

Although knowing that Song Qi did this to divert his attention, why is he still so angry?

Mo Yi grinded his molars and examined his left hand, like a mule, with painful pain, determined to reduce the number of injuries afterwards.

Suddenly, Mo Yi seemed to think of something, took a moment to glance, and then looked at the watch on his wrist.

At the beginning of the game, he adjusted the time on the watch to the countdown of the copy so that he could watch the time at any time.

The hands on the watch point to 8:40.

This shows that the game has been running for 8 hours and 40 minutes.

Mo Yi pondered a little, contacted the time when the bell was ringing, and the room where the two died, combined with the timetable he saw, and quickly reached a conclusion.

Although in the game, the building is completely dark outside, but in this copy, there are two concepts of "day" and "night".

They should be the game that started at "12 noon" in the copy, and then entered the free time specified by the orphanage. According to that rule, during the free time, the orphans could only be in the lobby, bedroom, and game room. Outside the event, no entry is allowed.

-So no one was injured except the one who entered the restaurant without permission.

The next time is at 5 pm for dinner. After running out of lunch, he enters free time again. During this time, the person who entered the library without permission and Mo Yi who went to the dean's room to die were punished— — The two were killed and injured.

According to the schedule, the lights go out at 9 pm.

And now it's 8:40.

Mo Yi's expression instantly condensed. He speeded up his speech, said his inference to Song Qi quickly, and then said:

"Go back to your room now, if possible, inform other players and try not to leave the room at night."

Song Qi nodded, helped him get things back into his backpack, and then walked out.

He stayed at the door for a moment and turned his head to look at Mo Yi deeply: "See you tomorrow."

Mo Yi smiled: "See you tomorrow."

Not long after Song Qi left, the lights in the entire room went out automatically.

Mo Yi looked at the electronic watch on his wrist: Sure enough, the pointer was exactly nine o'clock.

It seems that his guess is correct.

Mo Yi exhaled a long breath, and then stuffed herself into the narrow bed with some awkwardness, with her two long legs resting on the railing at the end of the bed, and then barely straightened.

There were no fingers in the room, and there were only the windows that were not completely sealed by the wooden boards, and there was a little blue light.

Mo Yi closed her eyes and forced herself not to imagine what danger was lurking in the darkness.

Unconsciously, he slowly brewed a little sleepiness.

Just as he was hazy and ready to go to sleep, Mo Yi heard a soft, children's laughter in his ear:

"FOUNDYOU ~"

The voice was so close, as if the speaker was lying on his pillow, muttering low in his ears.

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