Chapter 21:

Jiang Yuanrou once told him that the larger the number, the shorter the survival time, which means that the copy is more difficult.
Mo Yi glanced at the crowd slowly gathering, counting silently in his heart: 9 people.
He had the bottom of his heart:
Nine people survived for three days, and it seems that the difficulty of this copy is moderate.
At this moment, the man who rushed out to close the door just now looked up at the gathered crowd, cleared his throat, and said:
"My name is Zhao Yicheng and I am a senior.
As you can see, this game is real, dying here means that you will die outside, but this time the luck is not bad, and the difficulty is not great. "
After that, he paused, looked around the players who had gathered around, and continued:
"We should have a total of 5 seniors here, and we can just take another 5 newcomers, two teams of two, find clues, and have a better chance of survival."
Mo Yi was surprised and looked up—wait, ten people?
He counted only nine people last second!
The crowd had begun to turbulence at this moment, and it became increasingly difficult to count the number.
Mo Yi's brow frowned, his fingers tightened slowly, and the manicured and rounded nails were painful.
Just now ... Is it because he counted wrongly, or did he mix in a "person"?
He took a deep breath and calmed down the lingering emotions in his heart, trying to suppress the sudden uneasiness in his heart:
In any case, we can only adapt to it.
At this moment everyone is looking for partners who can team up with each other.
Seniors and newcomers are actually very easy to recognize. Panic and defenseless are the players who enter the game for the first time, but look more calm and fully equipped are seniors.
Perhaps, due to Mo Yi's exceptionally outstanding appearance and an unusually calm look, two newcomers and sisters rushed to him with tears in their eyes, even the short skirt woman who had just made a noise He looked towards him and walked towards him through the crowd.
Mo Yi couldn't help scalp.
... he doesn't want experienced teammates to disturb his exploration, but that doesn't mean he wants to bring new people to feed!
One of the sisters had approached him and was about to say something.
Mo Yi panicked and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
The girl who was about to speak could not help but acted stiffly and cast a wounded look on him.
Just then, a voice rang behind him, cold and low, as if he could shake the air:
"Sorry, he teamed with me."
Mo Yi was startled by the voice and turned to look behind him.
I saw a very tall man coming out of the corner of the room, walked to Mo Yi's side, stopped, and looked down at each other.
The look of this man is amazing. A pair of pale eyes are gloomy gray. Under the light, there is an inorganic cold light, almost like an unemotional cold-blooded animal. Just being watched makes people feel. Chills.
The oppressive oppression almost makes your eyes hurt, as if you were facing a sharp blade.
The girl did not hold back a wink.
At the same time, another girl arrived on the battlefield. She looked at the three of them, and although she was a little timid, she still spoke unconvinced:
"But the older brother just said ... the seniors and the newcomers team up. Are you two seniors bad?"
The man's eyes moved slightly, looking at the talking girl, and the corner of his lips evoked an arc without temperature:
"Who told you I'm a senior?"
Two sisters: "..."
Do you lie to ghosts? ? How could such a calm newcomer?
Mo Yi stood aside, watching the development of the situation delicately.
Why does he have the illusion that he is the actor in the harem?
At this time, Zhao Yicheng who just spoke also noticed the extraordinary commotion here and came over.
The two sisters seemed to see the savior and talked about it in a rush.
It seems that Zhao Yicheng encountered this kind of thing for the first time. He couldn't help but hesitated. He looked up at the man for a few seconds, and then realized.
He began to appease: "This little brother has nothing in his hand, it should be a newcomer, maybe I didn't look carefully just now, because he was too calm, so he was counted as a senior."
The two sisters looked at the man's empty hands at the same time, and then he said nothing more.
"Well, you still have to look at the opinion of this little brother." Zhao Yicheng looked at Mo Yi and said, "Who do you want to team with?"
Mo Yi frowned without a trace and was about to say something.
However, in the flash of light, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind:
Could this person be Jiang Yuanrou to find him a senior teammate?
Mo Yi looked up at the man standing next to him: it seems that he is really tall and handsome, and not very talkative?
He turned his head, but his face remained still.
Mo Yi blinked, looking at Zhao Yicheng, and said without changing his face:
"I'm going to team up with this brother. I'll be shy to team up with a girl."
Zhao Yicheng and the two sisters: "..." Why did this person think of such a reason?
However, since the parties have spoken, the other people are not so entangled and have to walk away.
Looking at the back of several people, Mo Yi turned his head to look at the man, and whispered tentatively:
"... Song Qi?"
The man looked at him, squinting at those light-colored eyes, his eyes were unpredictable, and then he murmured low.
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that he did not recognize the wrong person.
He smiled at Song Qi: "Yuanrou didn't contact me, I thought you weren't ready to come."
Hearing that, Song Qi's brow frowned imperceptibly, turning to look at Mo Yi, and before waiting for him to say anything, he listened to Zhao Yicheng not far away and cleared his throat, and said:
"Since everyone has formed their own teams, explore them separately. The hints given by the game are very important. They are likely to be clues to survive. Once someone finds something, share it."
With the leader, the mood of the crowd is much more stable than before. Although everyone is still nervous, they nodded and agreed, and then dispersed in twos and threes.
Mo Yi sharply saw that due to Song Qi and his team, Zhao Yicheng divided into two three-man squads to ensure the presence of at least one senior in a team.
Just then, Song Qi turned her head and said to Mo Yi, "Let's go."
Mo Yi hesitated, and replied, "Okay, but there is a place I want to see first."
Song Qi nodded and agreed.
The orphanage occupies a large area and its internal structure seems to be quite complicated.
A ring-shaped hall connects four deep and dark corridors. The end of each corridor cannot be seen clearly under the dim light. The whole building is filled with a cold and dusty atmosphere, as if an unknown smell is floating in the air.
Mo Yi went inward along the original road while observing the surrounding environment.
This building is obviously very old. All the appliances are filled with dust that seems to be centuries old. The dirty wallpaper is stained with old dirt. You can't see the original color, and it is creased on the wall. A few spots have been peeled off, revealing a damp taupe wall.
Several old dilapidated hanging lamps hang crookedly on the wall, diffusing faintly, but they are unable to illuminate all the corners. In that cold darkness, there seems to be something in there. Opportunity to move.
The deadly corridor was long and narrow, and almost the people were out of breath.
However, Mo Yi noticed that although it looks old and dilapidated, every piece of furniture and every piece of equipment is still intact, and it doesn't seem to be completely abandoned.
Mo Yi opened the door and walked into the room where he woke up.
Everything is the same as when he left: the six small beds were divided into two columns, neatly arranged in the forced room.
The wooden window was crooked and crooked. Through the wide gap, you can see the countless countdown of the floating blue in the endless darkness outside.
The light above his head was dim, barely lighting the room.
His eyes fell to the ground--
That shabby teddy bear is gone.
On the dusty ground, a small piece of yellow paper was lying quietly, it was simply folded in half, and the contents were not clear.
Mo Yi jumped, walked forward, and bent over to pick up the note.
Unfolding the note, I saw an empty gallows crookedly painted with tender strokes.
Under the gallows is a line of children's handwriting written in colored crayons:
FINDME.
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