Chapter 46:

Chapter 46
The endless mist brought the cold chill, rolling the silent fear and horror, engulfing everything in silence.
No sound.
As if all the sounds were swallowed up, leaving only horrible and barren death.
But the horrible mist turned around Mo Yi's side in a docile manner, leaving a small blank on his side, like an ordinary smoke, tangled around his fingers.
Mo Yi's heart was beating fiercely, and the wheezing sound became almost the only sound in the whole space.
He pressed his left chest subconsciously. The line of life and death made his heart rate soar. Even now, his eyes are still a little fuzzy and dizzy.
Wherever my eyes are, there is pure white.
As if there is no other color in this world.
He won this bet.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and eased his violent heartbeat.
He guessed not long ago that Song Qi was the fog in the last copy
Therefore, just now when he confronted him, he chose to write in Song Qi's palm, and asked him to look for the bodies of the brothers instead of seeking the help of Wang Zezhi.
And from the frightened expression of "Zhao Yicheng", it is estimated that the boss of "Song Qi" is not low.
Mo Yi pressed her lips, pressing down the strong sense of uneasiness rising from the bottom of her heart.
In fact, he did this-including later opening the door of the orphanage directly, which amounted to betting his life on the existence of this unknown, moody, and dangerous person.
This feeling out of control is really unpleasant.
It was as if walking on a fluttering cloud, there was no real thing at his feet, everything around him was full of danger and unknown, surrounded by uncertain crisis.
At this moment, the mist in front of the eyes slowly gathered, just like the end of the previous copy, the mist slowly condensed into a human shape.
Song Qi.
His appearance is slightly different from that in the copy. The aggressive features are sharp and indifferent. The pupils' colors are getting lighter and lighter, like a flowing light gray.
He stood not far away and said, "You've discovered it."
declarative sentence.
Mo Yi's eyes dimmed, his body tightened up and down, without answering.
"Song Qi" continued: "It was my negligence, after all ..."
He stopped talking only halfway, and changed the subject casually:
"Wang Zezhi, I let him fall asleep, and when the time for the copy comes, he will naturally be transmitted to the real world."
Mo Yi raised a little loose heart.
He squinted his eyes and asked, "At the beginning of the copy, the woman opened the door once. Did you mix in at that time?"
At that time, Mo Yi clearly remembered that the number of players he counted was nine, and after the woman opened the door, the count became ten.
At the time, he thought it was because the environment was too random and wrong-now it seems that it is probably not.
"Song Qi" had no fluctuations in his face, and he replied:
"I cannot interfere with your game progress in the copy, so the door must be opened by you, otherwise I will never be able to enter."
This sentence is pun intended.
Mo Yi lowered her eyes slightly, and her lips radiated a slight arc.
No wonder just now, "Song Qi" asked him to open the door, instead of opening the door and letting in the mist.
"Song Qi" slowly took a step forward, and a thick mist lingered around him. He stared at Mo Yi with the same color eyes, and his tone suddenly became slow and heavy: "You seem to have many questions."
Mo Yi looked at him and said nothing.
His low voice sounded in the empty space, with a hint of confusion:
"How about one question for another? But ... only in this copy, after all-even if I want to say other information, I can't tell you."
Mo Yi looked up at the fluorescent blue countdown floating in midair: ten minutes left.
This sale is a good deal.
He fixedly looked at "Song Qi", nodded, and then asked:
"Why are orphanages bystanders?"
This issue has been entangled with him since the beginning. Those onlookers who have paid for it clearly have nothing to do with the orphanage except the day of the slaughter. How can they become the orphanage itself?
"Song Qi" raised an eyebrow: "After starting the side mission, the copy will increase the difficulty. In this copy, it means that the situation on the day of the massacre will be repeated, so it needs the characters that appeared on the day of the massacre to help complete the replay."
He continued to take a step forward and said:
"The copy will divide the role according to its own identified criteria. The orphanage itself witnessed everything that happened, so it was chosen as the role of a bystander."
Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully and asked, "What are the criteria for assigning roles to victims and perpetrators?"
"Song Qi" smiled: "This is the second question."
Hearing that, Mo Yi couldn't help twisting his eyebrows in annoyance, then nodding his head slightly to signal the other party to ask questions.
Song Qi asked, "How do you know where the brothers' bodies are buried?"
"First, the brothers were responsible for transporting the corpses. Second, the clue they used to remind us was the game hangman. Third, every time a player died in this orphanage, it would appear there. The dead body. Fourth, the orientation in that poem points. "
After speaking, Mo Yi paused, and suddenly evoked a smile:
"Of course, there is, I have checked the underground and walls of all other rooms. There are no dark floors. The doorway is the only place I have not checked. Of course, the most likely."
He tilted his head for a moment, then continued, "... the last point is actually the main reason."
Song Qi's brow jumped without a trace.
So why did you say so much?
After getting the answer, Song Qi was no longer vague, and the last question asked by Mo Yi answered:
"Your meals suddenly improved that day. Players who choose to eat orphan meals are selected as victims, and players who choose to eat expensive meals are selected as offenders."
Mo Yi frowned: "But isn't Sun Xiaoyan ...?"
Song Qi replied: "The perpetrator only needs two characters, and the extra characters will be identified by the copy as orphans who have eaten the manager's food, and will be the first to be pursued."
After he had spoken, he took another step forward. At this moment, the distance between him and Mo Yi was no more than one arm away: "Now you have two questions for me."
Mo Yi nodded helplessly, hugging his arms and waiting for the other party to ask questions.
"Where did you grow up?"
This problem came too late, and Mo Yi couldn't help but take a look. He pursed his lips and looked down when he stared:
"... Ryder Orphanage."
"How old are you?"
"……Twenty-six."
Song Qi nodded and said, "It's your turn."
Mo Yi's face was a little pale at the moment. He raised his dark eyes and looked directly at Song Qi, and asked:
"The difficulty of this copy should not have been too great, but now it is almost a mortal game. Why?"
Song Qi's action was subtle, he looked at Mo Yi with light gray eyes and replied:
"... Because I affected the progress of the game, the game made the copy more difficult."
really.
So from the beginning, underneath the seemingly dull surface, this copy was hidden by fatal traps and lassos one after another, and finally constituted an almost absolute dead end-unless they opened the door at the last minute, otherwise The copy is definitely their burial place.
Mo Yi looked at Song Qi, and he was so nervous that he was facing the enemy, waiting for his next question.
Just listen to Song Qi asking:
"Do you like chocolate or fruit candy?"
--What?
Mo Yi was aggressive, and looked dizzily at Song Qi.
What is this and what?
Different from this strange question of painting style, Song Qi looks quite serious at this moment, with a pair of pale eyes staring at Mo Yi seriously, waiting for his answer.
Mo Yi reluctantly answered, "... water, fruit candy."
"why?"
"... because, because there are more flavors?"
"Okay, I take a note." Song Qi nodded earnestly.
Mo Yi: "..."? ? ?
What insignificant information did you write down? !!
Mo Yi took a moment to raise his head and looked at the fluorescent blue countdown floating in mid-air: there was less than one minute left.
His gaze was abrupt, his speed increased, and he asked the last question: "Do you know me?"
Song Qi smiled: "I only answer questions about this copy."
Mo Yi put it another way: "Why do you save me?"
Song Qi: "I only answer ..."
Before his words fell, Mo Yi interrupted him, his eyes were sharp like a knife: "Then, why do you save me in this copy?"
Song Qi stunned, his facial expression was helpless: ""
As soon as he spoke, Mo Yi heard a familiar electronic music: "Congratulations on your successful escape!"
Oops, it's time!
But Song Qi still owes him a question!
Mo Yi's eyes darkened, and he lost his consciousness as he did last time. Before he fainted, his vague eyes passed over his wrist--
Before he completely lost consciousness, Mo Yi's last thought in his mind was ...
"So ... that novice package is really a decoration."
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Mo Yi: "... was pitted."
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