Chapter 1:

Chapter One
He is falling.
The heavy darkness wrapped in the cold silence rushed to his mouth and nose like a tide, and his suffocation squeezed his chest, and the silence drowned his breath and shouts.
Nowhere to run.
The heart was wrapped in weakness, falling like iron stones, and finally the last pulsating breath was finally pulled away. Then, all the sounds and colors slowly drifted away. The endless darkness seemed to bewake him to sleep forever, eternal Silently spreading his arms and hugging him, whispered softly in his ear:
"stay……"
Mo Yimen opened his eyes, panting quickly but silently, and narrowed his eyes because of the dazzling light.
The thin cloth was sweaty on the back, and the cold feeling went straight from the back to the nerves.
Is this dream again ...
Mo Yi slowly straightened up, stiff soreness spread from the neck, he blinked dullly, and after adjusting to the white light that was too harsh, his eyes refocused.
The sight in front of him stopped him
This is an empty classroom.
An ordinary, old-fashioned middle school classroom. The blackboard on the wall is not very clean, and there are still traces of chalk in the corners. There are several mathematical formulas written in the middle, and the corners of the blackboard are scribbled with simple graffiti. It is a deformed bird.
The wooden tables and chairs are neatly arranged, and each one is piled with hill-like papers and exercise books. The surrounding walls are painted with white paint, and there are neatly affixed a few large letters on it. 208 days. "
An energy-saving lamp above the head made a loud noise.
The entire classroom was filled with weird silence.
……what happened? Where is he?
Mo Yi frowned and wrung his mind to remember—but as if the memory was interrupted, he only remembered that he was at home because he was too sleepy and accidentally fell asleep, but ... then why was he in a room Waking up in an empty classroom?
He looked down at the table on which he was lying, and saw a simple graffiti on the wooden desk with a knife, and scribbles written by oil pens and pencils covering each other on the table. Lying aside without the cap, Juan Xiu's handwriting was interrupted halfway through.
He touched the handwriting lightly, leaving a light blue ink mark on his belly.
Only then did Mo Yi realize the source of the disharmony in his heart.
In this classroom, it seems that everything is only halfway through, as if the teacher and the students suddenly evaporated at the same time.
He was a little flustered, and stood up sharply.
The lower back hit the corner of the table fiercely, and the sudden soreness hit the back of the spine, attacking Mo Yi's numb senses due to sedentary, so that he was sober.
The book at the top of Shushan, which was stacked high, shook with his movements, and then fell down.
Mo Yi made a motion and bent down to pick up the book.
I saw the title page with a soft handwriting: "3rd class in high school, Zhao Qiulan."
He moved in his heart.
Just then, a loud noise suddenly came from afar, as if someone was arguing. Mo Yi was startled, put the exercise book back on the table, and strode out.
Opening the door of the classroom, an unpleasant, moist smell came to the face, as if it was a moldy smell in the room that had not been clear for several months. There was no trace of wind in the stagnant air. People feel suffocated.
Mo Yi followed the sound and walked over.
Under the dim light at the end of the corridor, the shadowy figure finally became clear. Mo Yi glanced roughly and found that there were roughly 11 or 12 people here.
The voice became clearer.
It was a hoarse-husked man growling in a panic: "... who the are you? Where is this ?? You call me without telling me!"
There was also a low sobbing in the chaos.
Suddenly, a man standing on the edge of the crowd raised his head, looked at Mo Yi here with a quivering look, and then exclaimed, "Are you new? Here."
After speaking, he lifted his left hand and clamped the cigarette on his fingertips with his cigarette, and the smoke emitted blurred the contour of his face.
Immediately afterwards, he lowered his voice and added a half-sneer and half-cold tone: "Well ... I hope you don't have as bad a mental quality as that person."
"..."
Mo Yi suddenly felt an unknown feeling.
He speeded up and walked over. Before he could say anything, he just heard a pleasant female voice sounded: "Hello, welcome everyone to the large live-action escape game-STAYALIVE."
The female voice is so sweet and ethereal. If the scene is not in this dead and weird campus, people will even enjoy it very much, but here ... there are no other adjectives other than weird and infiltrating.
The man who was snarling and questioning was just like an enemy, soaked with sweat on his pale face. He panicked in a panic and threatened the air loudly: "Are you a show group? Let me tell you! You guys are breaking the law! Believe me or not my lawyer brought you to bankruptcy? "
The female voice remained calm and pleasant, as if not affected by the slightest:
"Your only task is to survive 5 hours on campus.
Here are the tips for you: Nine Three Three, Yan without foot, Seven one two, fog without name.
I wish you a happy game. "
After the speech was finished, before anyone could respond, I saw a fluorescent blue countdown suddenly appearing out of the air in the air: 4:59, an unknown light flashed in the darkness.
There was a strange silence in the air for a while.
Unknown pre-induction test.
Mo Yi looked indifferently at the scene in front of him.
Countless slots in my heart do not know how to vomit.
Although he likes playing horror games, he never expected that he could one day experience it in 3D.
This doesn't match his profession at all.
Just then, a girl who didn't seem to be twenty-four suddenly stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the cuff of the man who had just greeted Mo Yi, and there was a tear on her beautiful face, looking pitiful, With a trembling voice, Liu Shen said without authority: "Brother ... this, what's going on, this is a joke, right? Please tell me."
The man shrugged off her hand indifferently, looked up at the crowd and said, "This is not a joke. If you die here, you will die in the real world. I suggest you take the hint it gives seriously, think about it, maybe Can save your life. "
After finishing speaking, he squeezed his temples with some irritability. Although the voice was lowered by eight degrees, the anxiety that could not be hidden in the voice penetrated out: "Everyone separates, two or three together, look for clues and see if they can Find something related to the hint, maybe it will keep us going. "
The man and the two people around him apparently knew each other, he nodded at the other two, and the three took the lead to go out. The rest of the crowd also looked at each other and began to seek people to form teams, and the scene became a bit chaotic and noisy.
Mo Yi stood in place, his brows slowly wrinkled, and his thoughtful gaze fell out of the window.
From his perspective, looking through the window lattice, there was no light outside the window except for the fluorescent numbers in the air.
The thick darkness is like a solid body that wraps the entire building tightly. This teaching building seems to be an isolated island floating in the endless darkness, like ... a grave.
This weird metaphor struck his mind like a lightning bolt, and suddenly there were almost no signs that surprised him.
Mo Yi shook his head with a bit of ridicule, as if he wanted to get this unknown idea out of his mind.
Suddenly, someone dragged his arm, Mo Yi froze and looked around.
I saw a gentle-looking man standing next to him, Bai Jingswen's face looked a little cramped, and he saw Mo Yi look at himself in confusion, so he quickly showed a slightly restrained smile:
"Hello, that ... or else, shall we team?"
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