Chapter 6:

The round bright light from the flashlight swayed in the hallway, appearing spooky in the thick darkness.
Even footsteps struck the empty corridor, and even though the classroom was brightly lit, it still couldn't stop its maliciousness from leaking out of bones.
Mo Yi kept pace and stepped into the area without light. The palm of the hand holding the flashlight was sweating a little, but his steps were unexpectedly calm.
The sound of "Zi Zi" came from the lamp behind.
Mo Yi stopped suddenly.
Jiang Yuanbai, who was walking behind him, almost bumped into his back, as if afraid of being disturbed. He boldly asked, "What's wrong?"
Mo Yi shook the flashlight and motioned for him to come.
Jiang Yuanbai stepped forward from behind him, looked at the light of the flashlight, and stopped.
The corridor in front of me was plain, except that there was no light, it was almost identical to the other end of the corridor.
There is no high energy in imagination!
He scratched his head slightly, walked forward, and covered his palms on the wall at the end of the corridor. The wet and cold touch spread across the skin. Jiang Yuanbai was a little confused and whispered: "... No It should be. "
Is there something wrong with them?
At this moment, just listening to the loud sound of a broken glass behind him, Jiang Yuanbai was shaken in shock, and before he looked back, he only heard Mo Yi's voice ringing in his ear: "Step aside."
Jiang Yuan consciously flashed aside.
A gust of wind rubbed at him, and saw Mo Yi holding a fire axe and smashing into the wall with a forward-looking posture. After smashing twice, the axe fell into a deep bang. Inside the wall, and then pulled down to mention the sound of cracks in the earth.
From the perspective of Jiang Yuanbai's standing, he can see the metal reflection of the iron gate behind the masonry.
"Oh my God, how do you think ..." He turned around in surprise and looked at Mo Yi, but the rest was stuck in his throat.
I saw Mo Yi holding the wall half-dead, holding one axe in one hand, bending over and panting, as if the action just consumed all his physical strength.
……puff.
It took Jiang Bo's effort to make himself laugh.
He cleared his cough a few times, reached out and took the axe in Mo Yi's hand, holding back the smile in his voice: "Oh, let me come next."
Mo Yika nodded weakly, leaning on his waist.
Jiang Yuanbai took the axe and smashed it along the place where Mo Yi had just started. The bricks under him were not very firm. It seemed to be a new one. After a while, a large piece was broken. He smashed and said: "Brother Mo, you really need to exercise well."
Mo Yi: "... you can smash your wall."
If he can go out this time, he must get a fitness year card.
Jiang Yuanbai progressed very quickly. Within a few minutes, a gap had been opened on the wall that could accommodate two people. He tried to reach out and pushed the door. There was almost no resistance. The iron door quietly opened in the dark, exposing a black hole.
Mo Yi also slowed down at this moment. He turned on the flashlight, nodded at Jiang Yuan, and the two walked in together.
The cold, moist breath rushed towards me, and the stunned Mo Yi could not help but cough. The smell was like condensing a few months of plum rain in a room. The smell in the entire corridor seemed to come from here Go out.
The flashlight's light flickered a bit.
Mo Yi's gaze patrolled indoors, can not help showing a hint of surprise.
In a small room, there were several dusty shelves lined with old yellowed paper sheets piled up into mountains, and the smell of decaying paper exuded from it, making it almost impossible to breathe.
It looks like it should be an abandoned archive room.
So why is it blocked? And the extreme method of building into a wall?
Mo Yi cautiously took a few steps, and the shoes raised a long pile of dust. He turned to Jiang Yuanbai and said, "Let's break up. Go there and see what useful information there is. It must be fast and we don't have much time."
Jiang Yuanbai obviously thought of the 45-minute time limit, nodded his face solemnly, turned out the flashlight from his bag, and walked to the other end of the archives room.
Mo Yi went in the opposite direction. As I walked through the files on the bookshelf.
Perhaps because it is too wet, most of the paper files here are rotten and stuck together, and only some vague writing can barely distinguish them. Mo Yi fell into a dilemma and looked at the material in front of him.
He frowned in a little embarrassment and looked up to the side. At this moment, Mo Yi's eyes fell on the side of the shelf and stopped.
A small piece of iron was nailed to the side of the shelf. Although it was rusted, the handwriting on it was still recognizable. Mo Yi looked closely and found that it read: '93.
An idea hit him.
Mo Yi felt a little hairy and excited at the same time, and his violent heartbeat beat his eardrum in silence.
He walked out of the gap between the shelves, walked quickly, and looked at the small iron pieces nailed in front of each shelf: from 89, 90 ... to 95.
Well, this archive room should be closed after 95 years.
Mo Yi remembered the graduation photo he saw on the first floor, and the date on it was exactly 95 years.
And since the classrooms on each floor are the same, can we think that ... the entire school has been parked at the same time: that is, the graduates of 1995 left, and the second group of students happened to enter the senior year this year. !!
Mo Yi held his breath.
And this year's senior year in 1995 ... it happened to be 93! He finally figured out another word in the prompt before the game started! Nine three three, Yan is not enough. If he guessed right, Class 933 refers to Class 3 of Class 93!
The classroom where the corpses appeared was exactly three classes.
Blood rushed to his heart, and Mo Yi rushed to the shelf of the document with "93 years".
Sure enough, the bottom of that shelf, under countless rotten pages, quietly hid an intact folder.
As if not affected by years and moisture, the page is white and brand new.
Suddenly, a scream screamed suddenly.
It came from the corridor!
Mo Yi didn't hesitate, hurriedly reached out to grab the folder, and ran out under the armpit.
After walking outside the archives, the scream had disappeared and the school was quiet and alarming. Mo Yi looked up out of the window: 3:32.
There are 12 minutes to ring.
Jiang Yuanbai also ran out behind him, panicked: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Before Mo Yi answered, he raised his head and sniffed, frowning, "... Do you think it's bloody?"
Mo Yi Yi Yi: Yes, the smell in the air has become much heavier, but he cares too much about the time, and he didn't find it for a while.
He stared at him, walked quickly to the classroom door of Class 3, and looked inside.
Sure enough, there was an extra body.
He was sitting in front of the podium, staring at Mo Yi with pale gray eyes, without knowing why, he looked very short, Mo Yi looked down at the table, and could not help but take a breath:
All was missing from his waist.
Half of his bowel flowed down the legs of the chair, and the pool of blood expanded rapidly. His hands were still below his waist, and he held them half-emptily, as if trying to stop his body from breaking.
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