Chapter 15:

Darkness, endless darkness entangled his limbs, pulling him into the endless abyss.
Everything was shattered and faded, and then re-melted into eternal darkness.
This feels so familiar ...
Like ... like the nightmare he's been having ...
Mo Yi was a little hesitant, tightening the frame in his hand in vain, letting its hard and cold edges around his chest and abdomen, reminding him that he was not in a dream now.
Suddenly, a bit of icy coldness suddenly struck, and the monstrous malice and resentment almost condensed into the entity, integrated with the darkness around it, and then surged towards Mo Yi.
As if the whole world wanted to put him to death!
The alarm sounded all over the body! Screaming warns of danger!
Mo Yi just felt stiff and cold, and the sudden fear seemed to be a pair of physical hands around his throat, choking the air out of his chest. The feeling of death was so close that people could only tremble and wait for it to come.
But as the grievance approached, it seemed to stop.
Suddenly the picture frame in my arms began to shake violently!
Those lingering grievances seemed like beasts that had found their prey, but also sharks that smelled bloody, changed their direction, and then swooped fiercely and cruelly on the frame!
Mo Yi only felt that he rushed towards the photo frame, slamming him out, and there was a sweet smell of rust in his chest.
He finally touched the ground.
Mo Yi squeezed out a bit of gasp with pain, and lifted his body on the sticky and wet ground. The pain in his body almost fell apart, but it wasn't as painful as the tear in his left leg ... probably a fall.
Nose lingering in a moist, moldy atmosphere, as in the hallway.
He raised his eyelids hard and looked around.
It wasn't like there wasn't a light of darkness before, but it turned into a dim, murky gray, hazy, just to let him see what was around him.
I saw that silver frame was broken at the moment, as if it had been corroded, twisted and blackened, as if suffering some inhuman torture, lying beside him in a desperate posture.
Mo Yi knew clearly that the power that was about to tear him was originally directed at him, but changed his direction when he came into contact with the frame. It can even be said that this photo frame blocked him.
He didn't dare to imagine what he would look like if he didn't drop the frame.
Mo Yi couldn't help squeezing a hoarse cough from his throat. His lungs were like a broken bellows. Every cough caused a wound all over his body, and the pain couldn't be increased.
Just then, Yu Guang glanced at a strange thing, and landed right in the middle of the distorted picture frame.
Mo Yi froze.
Subconsciously, he felt that this was the answer he was looking for.
So, perhaps born with a high tolerance for pain, he struggled to stand up, limped over, and then bent down to pick it up.
It was a crumpled page.
There was only a graffiti on the paper that seemed familiar, scribbled and casual, as if it were a child's unconscious essay, at first glance, it seemed like a deformed bird.
Mo Yi stunned for a second, and a fuzzy picture flashed in his mind—Zhao Qiulan's classroom blackboard, which was painted with this pattern.
The only unexplained sentence in the reminder suddenly jumped into my mind clearly: Yan Wuzu.
Mo Yi's heart pounded, and he reached over and turned the paper over.
The paper was so bright that Mo Yi felt dizzy, and he couldn't help closing his eyes and leaning his head to avoid the dazzling light.
The sound of quarrels rang in my ears.
Mo Yi opened his eyes in surprise, and then was shocked to find that he was standing in a corridor.
He looked up blankly, and the next second, the black "4F" on the head almost stung his eyes.
And not far away, the sound of the quarrel became louder, Mo Yi frowned, and walked along with a half-legged leg.
Only one door was open, with the words "Principal's Office" written in standard bold. There were two men inside who were arguing fiercely, one of them facing Mo Yi, an old man in his 50s and 60s, a little bald, and looked a little unwilling.
The other one is a tall and thin young man with his back to Mo Yi, his hands widened and closed, and he is marking something like: "... Please, let me do it, otherwise I really want to go crazy It's up! "
The old man said nothing.
The young man was agitated and continued, "She wants to kill me! Don't you understand! She wants to kill me! I'm self-defense!"
The old man was suddenly agitated, and as soon as he patted the table, he spit, and his cheeks were flushed: "Then you shouldn't use her hands to kick her!"
The young man froze for a moment, then shouted with a higher voice: "Yes, it was the / zi who seduced me first! There is that kind of photo! What can be serious!"
"Then you can't ... then you can't ..." The old man pointed at the young man, snoring all over, looking like iron and steel.
The young man sat on the chair, buried his face in the palm of his hand, and replied dullly: "I don't want to do that. Who knows, I just pushed and her head ... hit the steps ..."
Suddenly, he looked up sharply and looked at the old man.
Mo Yi was startled. He recognized this face: the young man was the man in the silver frame, the monster trying to keep him in the illusion.
Listening only to his voice was low and hoarse, as if the serpent's hissing letter: "Now that's the end of it, and death can't be resurrected. Her injustice is entangled in me trying to pull me on my back, and I can't sit still."
The young man stood up, took out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms, and patted it on the table, revealing a nervous smile: "The master said that this must be useful, we only need her body."
The old man was still hesitating.
The young man suddenly knelt down, and Xi Si looked at the old man cross-flowingly and said, "Please, please help me again! Please save me! Dad!"
The old man was heartless and finally nodded.
The whole scene was very bright again, and the shaking person could hardly open his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, Mo Yi returned to the gray space again.
He lowered his eyes and stood for a long time.
At this moment, all the clues are finally connected, and the stitching in the mind forms a complete picture.
This building should be the embodiment of Zhao Qiulan's high school for three years. The ghosts on each floor correspond to her experiences every year.
Hanako on the first floor corresponds to her mother who killed her father when she was a freshman, and then commits suicide; the photos on the second floor correspond to the nudes / photographs taken by campus violence when she was a sophomore; Correspondingly, she was insulted / desecrated by the teacher, struggling to death on the stairs.
And that teacher ... is the man in the picture.
Mo Yi lowered his head and looked at the crumpled piece of paper in his hands, and saw a few lines of scribbled words and a few rough sketches, because the passage of time has become blurred.
He could barely recognise that it had written a certain long-lost practice, the purpose of which was to seal the soul so that it would not be reincarnation, not be born, or be in disorder.
Mo Yi rubbed the twisted bird on the edge of the paper with his fingertips, and was a little bit surprised.
He finally recognized the totem.
This is the St. Martin bird, also called Yan Yan, which will be included in some heraldic books.
It has no feet and can only fly forever, just like Zhao Qiulan, trapped in despair and helplessness, and her soul cannot be released. Unlike Yan Yan, they have to fly until death, and she is dead. So her "forever" is truly endless.
Mo Yi smoothed the paper with his fingers, but felt a fold at the end. He was a little confused, groping the gap, and spread the paper along the edge of the crease.
There was a strange pattern painted on it, with a line of maroon words next to it: "Fear the fire, be careful".
Mo Yi looked for a while, then raised his head, but found that the dark color around him was lighter, almost faded to a pale gray, and his vision was more open.
He found out now that he was standing in a deep pit at the moment, the pit was rectangular, and looked like ... the same shape as the entire teaching building. The crimson lines in the pit criss-cross, the red infiltration, like fresh blood, constitutes a weird pattern on the paper sheet, and in every corner of it, a pile of pale bones are exposed.
And Mo Yi was right in the middle of this pattern.
He took a deep breath, reached into his pocket, a cold object held at his fingertips, and pulled it out.
It was a silver lighter.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, his eyes looked complicated.
He doesn't smoke. However, on the way home yesterday, I don't know why, he foolishly bought a lighter from the roadside stall and put it in his pocket.
But he doesn't know the future, let alone know that it will come in handy today.
Maybe ... it's really just handy?
Mo Yi was distressed, and he held the lighter tightly with his fingers until his metal casing became contaminated with warm body temperature, as if this could calm him down.
He took a deep breath and expelled chaotic thoughts from his brain.
No matter what, it is imperative now to destroy this formation.
Mo Yi turned on the lighter, his fingers were loose, and the lighted flame was pulled by the gravity of the earth, and fell and fell. When it hit the blood-red line on the ground, it instantly burned, and then spread at a rapid speed. It's all a fire.
As the bones were ignited, only a few "clicks" sounded in the ears, a few cracks appeared in the air, and then the entire space seemed to be unbearable, and the cracks broke into thick black fragments.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi found that he was standing in the corridor of the teaching building.
He looked around blankly for a week, recognizing that it was the second floor, and that was exactly where he entered the photo.
And outside the window, a line of numbers flashed blue in the dark sky: "0:08".
"--Do not!!!!"
There was a scream of screams in his ears, hoarse and hoarse, as if suffering from all kinds of pain:
"Eight minutes! Eight minutes left! Wait another eight minutes and I have two souls! I can escape !!!! Don't-!"
What is this voice?
Mo Yi froze and limped towards the stairwell.
I saw that the original silver frame hanging on the wall had disappeared, and the man in the photo had disappeared. Only the dark and odorous liquid slid down the wall, leaving a burnt and corrosive trace.
He seemed to catch a glimpse of a girl.
When Mo Yi turned his head and looked again, there was no one there.
The familiar sweet beauty sounded in my ear:
"Congratulations player Mo Yi, you have completed the side mission: sweet revenge, the mission reward has been sent to your account, please collect it after the game."
Mo Yi's tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and the pain and tenderness all over his body struck like a tide at this moment. He had to reach out and support the wall so that he could barely fall.
The wall under the palm suddenly swayed, Mo Yi looked up in amazement, only to find that the end of the corridor began to collapse, and the entire teaching building began to fragment! The building shook violently as if shaken vigorously.
Mo Yi was startled, and came to understand instantly.
The entire teaching building is the embodiment of Zhao Qiulan's experience, or resentment, and when the "sweet revenge" has been reached, there is obviously no need for this building to exist ...
Therefore, it will fall apart.
The window lattice was crushed into a weird shape by the collapsed wall, then broke apart, and fell back into the void, exposing a large flow of darkness.
Only then did Mo Yi find out ... The darkness outside the window was actually not empty, but a thick dense fog almost solidifying!
As the wall collapsed, the silent fog rushed into the broken corridor, rushing to where Mo Yi was!
Nowhere to run.
No way to go.
A sense of danger struck, and it was a sense of oppression that was even more terrifying than in a fantasy world! Squeezing every trace of air in his chest, choking his throat, forcing him to shiver uncontrollably.
The mist slowly swallowed him.
During the struggle, the wound on the forehead cracked again, and warm and sticky blood covered his eyelashes, dyeing Mo Yi's entire vision into a bright red.
In this bright red, he saw the fog gathering.
The surrounding mist dilutes into a pale pale, but in the middle, it slowly condenses into a tall human shape!
The figures in the air flashed a faint blue light behind him, Mo Yi was stiff, and the fog around him seemed to be tangled around his limbs, so he could only watch the man approaching slowly.
The cold, scent of death lingered on his nose.
The man stood in front of his eyes, stretched out his cold hand like an iron hoop, clasped Mo Yi's chin firmly, and lowered his head to lick the bleeding wound on his forehead.
The cold and rough tongue fur rolled up flesh and blood, and the wound that had just healed was torn again, and the unreasonable severe pain instantly struck.
pain! Why is it so painful!
As if he had experienced all the pain in his life and multiplied it hundreds of times! All the pain was nailed into his head like a wedge, hitting his nerves like a storm.
Mo Yi's eyes were dark, and he could hardly breathe.
For some reason, with the pain, a manic mood rose, rolling along the bloodline, transpiration, fermentation, as if a sleeping beast seized the opportunity, hitting the rational cage in the bottom of my heart.
Growling, growling, venting an astonishing domination!
I do not know where the violent emerges, dominates Mo Yi's reason and body, he struggled hard to get rid of the haze of mist around him!
The body under the palm is cold and strong, as if it contains infinite power and terrible explosive power.
A desire for destruction arose in my heart.
Mo Yi could not help revealing a nervous smile, buried himself in the man's neck, and bit it down hard and hard!
The sharp canine teeth pierced the skin, to his surprise, the man's blood turned out to be hot, gushing from the wound, and the salty liquid slid into Moody's throat,
The warmth filled the whole body, the rationality was almost paralyzed, the strong smell made him almost addicted, and poisoning / poison generally increased the power between the teeth.
In the obscurity, Mo Yi found--
After he was freed from the shackles, the man didn't do anything else, but leaned indulgently over his head, exposing the neck fossa under his teeth.
He even laughed extremely lowly.
Finally, with the impulse, the only clear light, Mo Yi crossed the man's shoulder and saw a faint blue light flashing, and the numbers in the air became:
0: 00.
Out of ears electronic music: "Congratulations on your successful escape!"
All the sound images were zoomed out, Mo Yi's eyes darkened and passed out.
And one second before he lost consciousness, the last picture staying on his retina was ... the man turned his head sideways, and then fell a cold kiss on his eyelashes.
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