Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter nine

But ... there seems to be something wrong.

Mo Yi frowned, and acutely sensed a sense of contradiction.

The speed of this mist is changing too fast! If you look at this speed, it will be able to occupy the entire building during the next class.

The whole process took less than 3 hours, and they required a full five hours to survive!

-This is a dead end that is impossible to survive.

A trembling chill climbed up Mo Yi's back, and he couldn't help looking up at the window in the corridor.

The rebar-twisted window framed the boundless darkness outside. In the darkness, the hanging countdown flashed with faint blue light, and the seconds passed quietly, but at the moment in Mo Yi's eyes, it was like a dying death, Looking down at them mockingly from the air with cruel malice.

Jiang Yuanbai found something wrong with him, and came over to ask, "What's wrong? Why is your face so bad?"

Mo Yi was pulled back from his thoughts by his voice, stunned for a second, and then seemed to remember something. A little light of hope rekindled in the gloomy eyes just now.

correct! Jiang Yuanbai and Shen Lei have all survived the previous escape game! Since it can survive, it means that this game will definitely leave them alive!

But ... the current situation, whether it is to stay or go down, as long as the bell is closed and the dense fog begins to spread, they will have no choice but to die.

——So, will the teacher's office on the fourth floor be a turning point in this deadlock?

Mo Yi turned to look at Jiang Yuanbai, with a pale face, his eyes were amazing:

"We must go upstairs as soon as possible."

Just then, the bell rang. As the bell rang, the entire corridor was changing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and eventually returned to its original state.

"Also, in these 45 minutes, we must think of a way to go upstairs." Mo Yi added.

Jiang Yuanbai also slowed down at this moment, realizing that the speed of the mist made it almost impossible for them to survive, and the blood on his face faded away instantly.

He held Mo Yi's arm a little eagerly, his voice trembling and said, "What are you waiting for, we will now ..."

Mo Yi's eyes with mental retardation seemed to pour cold water on him, causing him to swallow the words back into his throat, and then let Mo Yi stagger.

"The ghosts on each floor are preventing us from going up. Now going to the stairwell is just killing me."

Jiang Yuanbai also calmed down at this moment, scratching his head a little embarrassed, and asked modestly, "What shall we do next?"

"Look for clues." Mo Yiyang raised Yang's notebook and documents, grinning: "Since the ghosts at each level are related to Zhao Qiulan's grievances, as long as we understand what her grievances are, we can know the ghosts Way of killing. "

——Only in this way can we be prepared when we go upstairs.

Jiang Yuanbai's face was a little heavy, and he nodded slowly.

According to the experience of the previous two floors, without going upstairs, as long as you don't die, you can actively disturb the locations of the ghosts-such as Li Yunya going to the toilet, and Shen Lei and his party who actively step into the photo fantasy. Safety. And on this completely unfamiliar third floor, every step is likely to strike a mine.

The third class classroom is a special existence: since it will appear on each floor, if there is any other existence here, I am afraid he will be killed on the first floor.

What's more, there may be new clues here.

After making up his mind, Mo Yi pushed open the door of the classroom, sat on the back of the classroom, reopened the notebook, and read the place where he fell last time.

The remaining content is very small, the gap between the date and the date is getting longer and longer, the number of incomplete and painted pages is increasing, the handwriting has become more and more scribbled, and more and more unintelligible The only thing that remains unchanged is the phrase "Today will be a beautiful day".

One of them caught Mo Yi's attention: "September 1, 1994. I was welcomed by my classmates, they ..." Then there was a large blackened handwriting, and the final conclusion was four crooked small characters: " It will be today. " Then it stopped abruptly.

This sentence is not finished ... why?

Mo Yi was a little puzzled and simply handed the notebook to Jiang Yuanbai, flipping through the folders he was reading.

The clip is thin and apparently is Zhao Qiulan's profile.

Mo Yi stared deeply at the photo above the file for a few seconds.

It was a small, emaciated girl, wearing a large, old, dirty shirt, looking lonely and timid, and showing a timid smile to the camera.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, abandoning the emotions that came up in his heart for a moment, and continued to look down.

The information given above is still poor.

Only her enrollment time, test scores and other frosty numbers.

Mo Yi turned a page, and the leave time above caught his eye:

On December 21, 1993, he took a leave of absence for seven days. The reason for the leave: funeral. Reply: Leave.

Seven days later, it happened to be the 28th, the day when my father's name was missing from the notebook.

Mo Yi thoughtfully and kept watching.

On January 7, 1994, a new leave was added. This time, the leave period is longer, more than half a month. The reason for asking for leave is fright, funeral and ...

Combining the story of Hanako, a clear clue was put together. The mother killed his father and then came to his daughter's school to commit suicide. The innocent child lost both parents in just a few days, and carried the stigma of the murderer's daughter .

Mo Yi turned to the next page, and was instantly startled by the dense red letters on it, all of which were oversized and undersized, with fights, thefts, cheating, and so on.

Is it that this little girl has become a bad girl after losing her parents? But the next second, Mo Yi dispelled this idea.

Because after each punishment, there will always be so many identical names.

Either they participated in the fight, or they made reports. In every case, there were more than 20 disciplinary actions. The names of these people were surprisingly high.

And at the bottom of this page, there is an increased punishment: on September 1, 1994, a first-level punishment, a warning of dropping out of school, and the reason: the transmission of obscene / obscene articles.

——September 1st, the most abnormal date in the notebook, the date that was not even written in "Today will be a beautiful day".

Mo Yi's eyes cooled down, and he reached out to pick up a yellowed photo in the file: the thin girl's clothes were scattered and weeping and curled up, and the broken shirt could not stop the newly developed green body below. Traces of the beating were printed on her skin, and several hands stretched out of the camera, clasping her limbs firmly to keep her from resisting.

Mo Yi's eyes darkened, and his face looked a bit cold under the light.

He now knew why, on the second floor, the photos would become the ghosts who dominated their lives.

Mo Yi reached out and was about to turn to the next page. But just listening to Jiang Yuanbai beside him with an exclamation: "Hey! Look what I found."

Mo Yi looked up, and saw with excitement that he picked up a piece of paper falling around him, and said, "I just shook my notebook just now, and it turned out to be this!"

Jiang Yuanbai looked at the piece of paper, and the expression of excitement just now became a bit lost, and he said in confusion, "What ... made me happy for nothing." After he finished, he grinned, "But, It turns out that girls of all ages like this stuff. "

Mo Yi's heart jumped and he went up to look at the crumpled paper.

It is actually a magazine cover. After being neatly cut out, it is carefully folded. The pattern above looks extremely rough and rough now, and the color is very dazzling, but the row of titles in the lower left corner is firm. Firmly caught Mo Yi's eyeballs:

"Interesting: Seven incredible."

When he saw the small print below, his thoughts flashed through his mind like a Thunderbolt version!

All the clues snapped into my head with precision.

Mo Yi's breathing was a little rapid, and his eyes were shocking. He seemed to hear his own blood rushing to the blood vessels, banging on the eardrum rhythmically.

He was a little excited after a long absence.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and stretched out his finger to show Jiang Yuanbai.

Jiang Yuanbai Ningshen looked and saw the small print under that title:

"A moving picture, the thirteenth staircase, the sound of a ball in the unmanned gym ... the mirror at night, and the flower in the toilet. What are the seven incredible?"

Jiang Yuanbai also realized suddenly: "So ... the July 12 is actually the order of the seven?"

Mo Yike restrained his breathing and nodded, his voice was a little unstable:

"should be."

Jiang Yuanbai's voice became excited: "Then we don't know what is in the third floor! The second is incredible! The thirteenth staircase!"

The rumour of the staircase in the thirteenth quarter is that it is said that when the stairs are silently counted when walking up the stairs at night, they will fall into a different dimension when they reach the thirteenth quarter.

Although somehow, he always felt weird.

As if there was a sense of incongruity.

Mo Yi looked up out the window.

They don't have much time, and they will ring the bell again after 15 minutes. Before that, they have not reached the fourth floor, so there is only a dead end.

He shook his head, as if trying to get rid of the weird feeling in his head. Then he immediately decided to pick up his notebooks and files and stood up. Although he was anxious, his face was not obvious, and he quickly said to Jiang Yuanbai: Come on, just try it. "

When he reached the stairwell, Jiang Yuanbai stopped suddenly.

"If you don't know it's okay, you won't count the steps, but now you have to tell yourself not to count the steps ... you can't control the count!" He collapsed.

Mo Yi thought about it, "How about singing two tigers?"

"..." Jiang Yuanbai was incredible: "Are you serious?"

Mo Yi nodded sincerely: "Yes, it can be distracting." After speaking, he sang two tigers aloud and started climbing the stairs. Jiang Yuanbai stood blankly looking at him. Back view.

Just listening to Mo Yi's voice uploading from the beginning: "Look, I'm up."

...

Should I tell Mo Yi that his two tigers sang out of tune?

Jiang Yuanbai pondered for a second.

Then decided to hide this secret in the mind.

In the end, he still believed in Mo Yi's out-of-tune theory, opened his mouth and sang two tigers, climbed while singing, and he reached four floors safely.

However, although it was safe, it never went smoothly.

Jiang Yuanbai squatted and took a deep breath, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.

Sure enough, the ghosts here didn't want them to go upstairs.

While climbing the stairs just now, he heard someone whispering in his ear, counting slowly, as if tempting him to follow the number in his mind, thanks to the brainwashing tone of his two tigers Occupy, or I'm afraid I've already won.

Jiang Yuanbai was thankful and looked up to prepare to thank Mo Yi.

But seeing this calm and excessive man along the way, with an abnormal expression on his face, his eyes stared tightly.

Jiang Yuanbai looked along his line of sight and was stunned.

The stairwell was blocked by a solid wall. No trace of the gap was exposed, and the pressured person was about to suffocate.

Jiang Yuanbai panicked and raised a fire axe to smash past, but the sharp axe slipped on the wall, leaving no trace.

The atmosphere of despair came slowly.

— There is no fourth floor here.

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