Chapter 11:

The sight in front of me changed suddenly.
They stood on an endless staircase, surrounded by a borderless darkness, with countless photos, large or small, hanging in the void.
Grim photo frames framed expressionless faces, staring hollowly at the two men standing on the stairs.
Mo Yi turned to look behind him.
The stairwell was still there when they came in, but the connection was no longer the previous corridor, but it became a dark void-and Moi didn't want to know what would happen if he fell.
Suddenly, a pale arm stretched out of a photo without warning, clasped Mo Yi's wrist lightningly, and dragged him towards the photo.
The cold touch penetrated into the bone marrow along the skin, making the scalp tingling. Mo Yi just felt that his wrist was hooped by steel, pulling him with an astonishing force, forcing him for several steps in a few seconds .
bad!
Seeing that he was about to be dragged into the photo, Mo Yi was anxious, planted backwards, and sank, using his own gravity to counter the strength of that arm.
Jiang Yuanbai stepped forward, took this opportunity to wave his axe, and chopped down at the pale arm.
The arm broke open in response, and the fracture was neat and pale. There was no drop of blood, and it slowly retracted into the photo. The hand clasped on Mo Yi's wrist turned into powder when she fell off.
Mo Yi was sitting on the stairs, panting, and the intense agitation of blood flow hit his eardrum. Excessive pressure made his eyes black, and the cold sweat of his back stuck his clothes tightly to his body. The cold touch penetrated into the texture.
He looked down at his wrist.
For a long time, the skin was weak and pale, and the blue and purple finger marks on it were shocking. Mo Yi moved his wrist slightly, and a sting of a needle-like streak suddenly appeared.
Jiang Yuanbai was also shocked: "Are you okay?"
Mo Yi shook his head weakly: "... It's all right."
He reached out and held Jiang Yuanbai's hand that stretched out to him, so that he stood up. It was hard to say which of the two people's hands were colder, but they were also a little trembling.
Mo Yi stood up and looked into the photo with her arms outstretched.
I saw that the person in that photo was no longer expressionless as before, but looked at him resentfully, and his black eyes were spitting maliciously like a serpent, staring at them deadly.
-It's like being alive.
And just then, the photos around him began to shake! One pale arm after another protruded from the photo, then stretched, and stretched out their palms to them.
The two hearts beat, and at the same time began to run away.
Every time they passed, one of the photos was shocked. Mo Yi looked sideways and his heart tightened instantly.
Behind them are all hands, as if the waves of the arms and fingers are surging, rushing towards them, even if they look, it makes everyone feel hairy.
Mo Yi turned his head and continued to run forward. The stairs in front of him looked like they could not see the end and extended into the darkness.
An idea rose from his heart, chilling him all over—sooner or later they would be exhausted and caught.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side, catching his ankle like a hoop, and dragging him to the ground!
Mo Yi's head was pinched on the stairs, and warm blood flowed down his cheek. He gritted his teeth to hold back the sound in his throat, and his eyes were dark.
Jiang Yuanbai heard the sound behind him, and climbed up the stairs. He gritted his teeth, turned back, waved the fire axe in his hand, and cut off the palm tightly holding Mo Yi's ankle.
The pale hand changed at the moment of disconnection to powder, and the remaining broken arm slowly retracted back, but more arms took the opportunity, like a tide, and came up on the two calves. Drag them back.
Ruined.
Mo Yi's heart sank.
Suddenly a burst of shrieks rang out, and a small silvery-white thing passed over the top of his head before being thrown into the arms.
Those arms stopped moving for a moment, and even those hands holding Mo Yi lost their strength and hung loosely around his leg.
Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanbai took the opportunity to break free of their shackles.
A familiar low voice sounded not far away: "Here!"
Mo Yi looked up and saw Shen Lei standing in front of them beckoning to them. The messy clothes were still stained with blood. Although it looked embarrassed, it still had to be complete.
The two were refreshed, and their tired limbs seemed to be injected with new power instantly, running towards him at the fastest speed.
The arms behind him started to wriggle as if they were awake. Shen Lei pulled them together, then limped around a gap, and three people stumbled into a blank space.
Those arms were patrolling outside, groping.
Shen Lei slowly put her finger on her lips and made a snoring gesture.
Mo Yi knew it. Cover your mouth and nose with your palms, pushing all the gasping sounds into your throat without making a sound. In my ears I can only hear the rapid pulsations of my heart and the rustling sounds of those palms.
After some time, the palms finally seemed to give up, and then slowly retracted.
Shen Lei stomped out of the probe, and looked at it carefully, then nodded back at them and signaled that everyone could speak.
Mo Yi lowered his palm, and the warm touch dripped down the tip of the dangling finger. He looked down slightly, but found that the back of his hand had been wet with the blood on his forehead, and the red marks were like snakes. Climbing on pale skin, bright and dazzling.
He blinked slowly, dizziness spreading.
Shen Lei came over, helped him to deal with the wound easily, and then said, "It should be a little concussion. It's okay. I'll probably get over it soon, but I've run out of hemostatic bandages. I'm afraid that's all I can do now . "
On the side of Jiang Yuan, Bai Xin murmured, "... what is the one just now?"
"I don't know." Shen Lei shook his head briefly, looked up at Jiang Yuanbai, and explained:
"What I know is that they look for prey through photos, and will be chased once they appear in their sight. The good news is that once they get out of their sight, they can escape without saying a word."
"The bad news is that they are everywhere."
A thin voice suddenly appeared beside him, sounding a little weak, and startled Jiang Yuanbai. He looked down the sound and saw a woman sitting in the corner, pale, empty and under his right arm joint. Seeped from the white bandage.
Perhaps because her breath was too weak, or because the situation was too tense just now, Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanbai didn't find her there at first.
"Yu Li," the woman introduced herself weakly. "This is my second game."
Jiang Yuanbai blinked and said in a low voice: "I'm Jiang Yuanbai, this is my second game, and Mo Yi is sitting there, this is the first time he came in."
Yu Li smiled and shrugged slightly: "It's a pity I can't shake hands with you."
Shen Lei stood aside, lit a cigarette, his teeth lightly pursed the mouthpiece, and said with a little tiredness between his eyebrows: "This game is at least A, and I found it unusual at the beginning: 11 people live for 5 hours, so many people, but this is the first time I have encountered a game with such a short survival time. "
He paused and continued: "It seems that I still underestimated the difficulty this time. Until now, only the two of us are alive. But you guys, I really didn't expect you to live to this day when you were separated."
Shen Lei was straightforward.
But Jiang Yuanbai didn't feel offended.
He shuddered with regret, and the experience after separating from the group of Shen Lei was briefly stated, from the secret room on the second floor to the photo illusion, to the disappearing fourth floor. Even if the words were concise, the thrill was still thrilling. .
Listening to Shen Lei and Yu Li for a moment.
In the end, Jiang Yuanbai concluded: "To be honest, I didn't expect that I would live to this day. If it were not Mo Yi, I would have been dead."
In the end, he half-joked and half-heartedly added: "Mr. Mo is really amazing!"
The powerful ones are a little scary.
While they were talking, Mo Yi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and his dizziness had not fully recovered. He seemed to hear someone say his name, so he looked up, but was startled by the scene in front of him .
I saw a few of them staring directly at him, especially Shen Lei and Yu Li. They were looking at him with amazement, their eyes were complicated, as if they were observing any rare animal.
"..." Mo Yi's back was a little hairy. "What's wrong?"
"Lady, is this your first time?"
Mo Yi: "..."
Although he knew what the other person wanted to ask, but ... why did this sound so strange?
Mo Yi was about to say something, but his eyes fell on the frame behind them unintentionally. He froze for a second, could not help but straighten his back, and carefully examined the surrounding environment.
Although not attacked here, photos are still floating around. However, unlike other photos outside, there are no blurry and weird portraits in the frames here, but a blank white.
Mo Yi looked at Shen Lei thoughtfully, and then Feng Feng turned around: "How did you find this dead end?"
"This dead end was not found by us."
Shen Lei was silent for a while and replied:
"Each photo kills a person, and it becomes like this ... and here, we have the most people dead, so it becomes a dead end."
The atmosphere was a bit heavy for a while.
Mo Yi didn't know what to say for a moment, so he stared at the photos behind Shen Lei.
And he seemed to have found something. Mo Yi frowned, hesitated for a second, then stood up on the floor and walked slowly towards one of the photos.
He looked closer.
If you don't see it carefully, you can't see it at all. The white in those photos seems to be dynamic, like a thick fluid, flowing slowly in the same direction.
It's like fog.
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