Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 78

Mo Yi leaned against the shabby and twisted door behind him. The cold touch was imprinted on his back through a thin shirt. A rhythmic tapping sound came from behind the door, and the vibration came down the door, almost making him All five internal organs of the body trembled.

The voice persevered from downstairs through the thin walls, lowly singing a repeated melody.

It coincides with the monotonous clattering sound behind the door, which sounds particularly weird.

Mo Yi leaned back, pressing the door panel whose shape did not match the door frame inward.

Thanks to the puzzled players, they are not as aggressive as the puppets, they have stiff movements and a small range, otherwise he ca n’t really guarantee that the weight of one person will be able to change those three normal body shapes. Player stands behind the door.

Mo Yi raised his eyes and glanced at the end of the corridor. Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu's bodies fell to the ground softly. Under the cover of a tall debris, they looked like two piles of undulating shadows.

Mo Yi believed in Ai Wei's ability-they probably couldn't wake up for a while.

He lowered his eyes slightly, then reached over and pulled the backpack behind him, and pulled the zipper open. Then, he held the flashlight in one hand, and reached into the backpack with the other—

He took out the leather book he had hurriedly packed into his backpack.

The soft touch unique to the skin came from under the fingertips, and the dry skin lines were clearly visible under the pale light of the flashlight, with a faint dark halo. Just watching it can feel a creepy evil power.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and ignored the faint singing in his ear and the uninterrupted tapping sound behind him, then opened it.

According to the stationery in that small box, this book should have been passed down by Grandma Ai Wei's grandmother. She was burned to death as a witch, but the book was still passed down within her family and passed on to her. Ivy's hands.

The sacrifice ceremony she arranged to resurrect her child was also found in this book.

Mo Yi flipped through it quickly and carefully, and the slight rubbing sound of the pages seemed particularly clear in the narrow dark corridor.

Unlike the manuscript with Latin and English mixed in the grave that he found before, this book is written entirely in Latin, without any English, and mixed with a lot of weird symbols. According to In shape, it is a bit like an ancient Semitic branch.

Mo Yi frowned a little bit anxiously, and was a little irritable when he was in the heart.

The ancient language he knew was basically limited to the few basic books that he once read roughly. Now it is almost impossible to translate the professional mystery-related things in this book.

It's like sitting on a gold mine without tools for mining.

Mo Yi pursed her lips in annoyance, her pale face was rare with a touch of personal emotions, and she looked childish in the dim light in the corridor.

He set a secret goal in his heart: after he got out of this copy, he must learn this aspect well.

Mo Yi thought freely in his heart, and continued to turn backwards with some interest.

As he turned the book, he saw the yellowed corner of the paper slightly fall out of the human leather book.

Mo Yi froze quickly and turned the page over. I saw half a manuscript with a full handwriting in it, and it seemed to be torn off half. It seemed extremely familiar.

His eyes lighted suddenly, then he hurriedly pulled away the side pocket of his backpack, and pulled out the manuscript found in the grave.

Traces of dirt and blood remained on it, and the dense ink writing looked clear and flat, exactly the same as the paper sandwiched in the human leather book.

Mo Yi folded the two pieces of paper up and down, and with his movement, the crooked tears on it were tightly closed.

He pursed his dry lips with excitement, breathing slightly sharply.

The English on this paper is more, although there is still a lot of Latin, but with the simple foundation of Mo Yi, I can guess a lot with suspicion.

He laid the two manuscripts flat on the ground, holding a flashlight in one hand, and the opened human leather book in one hand, gazing between the two like electricity, conceiving and organizing in his mind trying sentences and Sentences, words and different combinations of words.

Without knowing it, the song in my ear didn't know when it stopped.

A strange, thick silence shrouded, spreading like a tide, blocking every pore.

Mo Yi broke free from his thoughts. He froze for a few seconds, then looked down at his wrist watch: there were less than 20 minutes left in the hour.

The song suddenly ended ... it was a bit wrong.

Mo Yi raised 120,000 vigilance and looked up around—

There was nothing but darkness, no corridors, no rooms, no singing, no door panels shaking behind.

Nothing at all.

Only the thick, inexpressible darkness, suffocating and condensing in the space without borders, quiet like the ancient unchanging darkness, the cold feeling climbing up the calf, and the snake spit coldly Nobuko, hooking his limbs with a sticky and silky body, slowly upwards.

Mo Yi's breathing changed rhythm for a moment, and there was a little chaos and confusion in his eyes.

He couldn't tell where he was.

Is it in the copy, or is it in his nightmare.

There was a mud-like soft touch at his feet, slowly attracting him, and using his gravity to pull his body down, the heavy darkness squeezed his chest, making every cell of him wither in hypoxia It's like falling into a dream that is hard to wake up.

Serene and calm.

A strange feeling eroded his reason, as seductive as honey, trying to pull him into deep, deep sleep.

Mo Yi's pupils were out of focus, her eyelids were slowly closed, and the long eyelashes gradually moved closer to the lower eyelashes.

Just then, he bit his tongue hard.

Spreading with the sharp pain, there was a strong **** smell in the mouth, and the rust generally rolled between his lips and tongue, instantly waking up his mind.

The voice in the ear changed from small to loud, gradually becoming clear from the obscurity, as if someone was talking in his ear.

Mo Yi looked up blankly, her defocused pupil searching in vain, trying to find the source of the sound.

"--are you OK?"

The familiar low-sounding male voice is magnetic and elegant, as if it can bring out the faint vibrations in the air, and the cold voice seems to hide some deep and turbulent emotions.

Mo Yi blinked, and later realized that he was still sitting in the hallway, but different from just now, he now has a small half of his leg bent, and seems to be preparing to stand up. And a gap opened.

The louder the vibration and sound of the door shot, almost made Mo Yi fall forward.

He hurriedly pressed back and pressed against the ground, rubbing his palms against the ground, rubbing on the dirty and rough carpet, and was born with pain. A great force burst into the body, and he pressed the door back.

Mo Yi breathed a low breath, and a layer of cold sweat came out from behind, and the fear of fright came later, making him cold.

The dark hallway, the shaking door panels behind, and the faint singing in the ears are back again.

Just now he almost relaxed his vigilance and was bewildered by the singing.

...... In this copy, it really can't be taken lightly for a while.

Mo Yi used a sharp and painful tongue to force his tongue against his palate. The mouth still had a strong smell of rust. The **** smell spread to the esophagus and nasal cavity with the pain, making him more awake.

The male voice sounded in his ear again: "-are you okay?"

It is the sound of fog.

Mo Yi blinked, paused, and then answered, "... okay."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized how husky his voice was, and the burning pain in his throat, almost shocking himself.

Mo Yi thought for a while, then asked with some hesitation: "You can speak at this time?"

The other laughed and then replied: "Only after this copy of the rule no longer excludes me."

"It doesn't exclude you now?" Mo Yi cleared his throat and tried to normalize his voice.

"... Not yet, so what I can say is limited."

The sound of the mist was heavy.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, wasn't he surprised? This game is like a control freak. If he can easily break the limits in the copy, he will start to wonder if there is any fraud.

He replied, speaking slightly faster:

"This hour is about to end, but because of your reasons it still finds nothing, so the monster is going to make a final blow with a dead net. I'm afraid you will hit it, so I just spoke."

After speaking, the mist smiled gently:

"I didn't expect you didn't need my help at all."

Mo Yi twisted his brow slightly, and before he said anything, he listened to the mist and continued:

"The monster of this hour is already at the end of the crossbow, and it is not scary-you have to be careful, it is the next one."

There was a dignity in his cold voice:

"Buried in the sun on Sunday, this is Solomon's last day."

Mo Yi frowned. He looked down at his watch: there were only five minutes left in the hour.

The singing voice in that background has begun to weaken and become irritated. Now even if you listen carefully, it is difficult to recognize the clear lyrics.

As the second and minute hands advance on the watch, the sound is getting lower and weaker.

Finally, it gently sang the last euphemistic tune, and the ending slowly dissipated in the air:

"Mylove, oh, cometome ..."

Then the body became silent again.

There were no more repeated and monotonous claps inside the door behind, and several players behind him seemed to start rationally returning as soon as the sound disappeared.

Low moans and murmurs came from the door.

Mo Yi's stiff and cold fingers moved slightly, then reached out to pick up the paper and human leather books on the ground, and put them back in his newspaper.

In the dark-colored eyes under the long eyelashes, there was no such thing as the escape from a disaster, but a deep dignity.

There is only one hour left.

[BuriedonSunday.

Thisistheend

Buried in the sun on Sunday, this is the life of Solomon Grandi.

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