Chapter 3:

The bell disappeared and the hallway became dead again.
People looked at each other and saw their disturbed faces in their eyes.
What does this ringtone mean? What happens next? No one knows, they are like blindfolded people, step by step towards the edge of the cliff, and no one knows whether the next step will be lost.
suddenly! There was a slight sound of Kerala in my ear!
The entire corridor was twisting at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. The elongated, snow-white wall peeled off quickly, exposing the dirty gray-grey walls beneath it, and the steel bars penetrated the cement and stretched in a sloppy gesture.
"Zi ---" The lights became fuzzy and dim.
The door frame of the classroom was also distorted, greedy mouths opened wide in the dark, and fuzzy shadows throbbed in the classroom.
"Ah-!" Screams came from the crowd, and a middle-aged man stared directly at the wall aside, his face pale and his fingers shaking in the past: "... you, see ..."
I saw that the brutal wall was covered with blood of all sizes, crooked and crooked, not yet dried up, and dripping with viscous blood, the cruel maliciousness was revealed between the lines-"Go to death".
Mo Yi felt a cold behind.
A sense of unclearness struck him, making him creepy, but it didn't come from the blood in front of him, but from ... behind it.
He turned and glanced.
I saw a thick mist slowly spreading from the end of the corridor, approaching silently and silently, the edge of the fog peak was steep, sharp and clear, with a silent horror, approaching them like a living creature. That kind of upright malice comes from this.
"Mist unknown"? The previous hint suddenly hit Mo Yi like lightning.
He exclaimed, "Run!"
While talking, he ran away in the opposite direction of the mist.
The others turned their heads and saw the fog.
They tried to escape subconsciously, but their heels seemed to be on the ground. They could not move at all. The mist slowly changing at the end of their eyes almost seemed magical. They firmly grasped their uncontrolled eyes ...
But all of a sudden, the fog was near.
The man standing at the end of the crowd suddenly fell to the ground, his nails fell deeply into the gap in the floor, and he screamed in horror: "Save me! Something is scratching my leg! Help! ! "
The thick turbid mist continued to creep forward slowly, moving forward, the man's figure seemed to be torn a bit, and then pulled into the mist-screams, struggles, and suddenly stopped.
Only the icy silence remained, as if everything had been swallowed up by the silent mist.
His scream finally awakened people's intellect--
run!
Inexplicable fear hit everyone's heart, making them cold and straight, and their backs chilled. No one questioned Mo Yi's words anymore, all in their hearts was only one word: Run!
Run hard!
The clatter of footsteps and panic panting sounded particularly clear in the empty corridor, hurried and flustered, while the slowly moving fog wall behind them moved forward quietly and smoothly, consuming everything Sound, light and shadow, life.
After ringing the bell, the entire corridor has become bizarre and twisty, and it is almost impossible to see the end. It's foggy.
Mo Yi's speed slowed, and he held his knees with both hands and panted heavily, his face flushed after exercise.
The others also panted and stopped, with the luck of the rest of the life in their eyes.
A man came over and reached out and patted Mo Yi's back, helping him smooth.
Mo Yi looked up and recognized him: he had greeted himself in the hallway before-and he was also the first one to respond just now.
At this moment, he was squinting his eyes and looking down at Mo Yi.
At this moment, a man ran over, he stood still, panting, and there was still the panic in his eyes, apparently he hadn't been relieved from the moment of crisis. I saw him take a few deep breaths, then half aggressively and half dumbly looked up at Mo Yi and asked:
"You, how did you know that the fog was problematic?"
Mo Yi adjusted her breath, reached up and stood on the wall, her voice was still a little unstable:
"That tip ... nameless fog, it should be" nameless fog. "
Even though he was a little breathless, he still had a clear bite and slammed the ground, which accidentally brought a bit of horror in this environment. As his voice dropped, the air suddenly quieted.
-Everyone looks blank.
Mo Yi: "..."
He rubbed his temples and explained:
"In Cthulhu mythology, the" Glachi's Revelation "refers to the fog of namelessness, which is Naoeg Sosip, a symbol of a mysterious foreign god. It is said that no one can watch the lurking terror in it ... "
Lovecraft's Cthulhu mythology is the inspiration for many horror novels and the spiritual idol of many authors.
But before he finished speaking, Mo Yi stopped abruptly and swallowed back the long talk about to talk.
He stared at the crowd's still blank eyes for a moment, silently for a while, and then asked another way: "Have anyone seen Stephen King's" Mist "?"
Jiang Yuanbai raised his hand hesitantly: "... have only seen a movie?"
Several others nodded.
Mo Yishunshui explained, "The fog in" Mist "is based on this creation. In short, don't come near, you can't touch it."
The man nodded, and there was no previous contempt in his eyes, then he took a deep look at Mo Yi, reached out his hand, and smiled: "Shen Lei."
"... Mo Yi." He shook the extended hand.
Shen Lei frowned, only to feel that the other's palm was astonishingly cold, with only thin bones left, holding it cold like a jade.
He reached out and patted Mo Yi's back, taking a slap at him: "You guys, you just panted, your body is too bad, even if you're sitting in the office, you can't be so deprived of exercise. It's easy to die in the game of."
Mo Yi: "... kekekekeke!"
Brother please don't shoot me, or I'm afraid I will die in your hands before being killed by a ghost.
Shen Lei smiled and released Mo Yi, and then looked around roughly: I saw everything around me changed, and the entire corridor was like an abstract painting by Picasso. Apart from being torn apart, weird and strange. . He frowned for a moment, then turned around and said to everyone:
"It is impossible for this game not to give us a chance to escape, which would violate the rules. Although the fog is fatal, its moving speed is a defect. As long as we are fast enough, there should still be the possibility of surviving."
A girl usually whispered and asked, "So, where shall we go next?"
"Go upstairs." Shen Lei obviously already thought about it, and the answer was crisp and clear: "I just looked at the composition of the entire teaching building. This building has four floors, and the lower three floors are floors one to three, and the fourth The layer is a teacher-only layer. The sooner we reach the top layer, the greater the chance of survival. "
Everyone looked at each other, then nodded, and agreed with Shen Lei's proposal.
"The stairwell is at the end of the corridor, let's go." Shen Lei drank a cigarette, walked ahead, and everyone else followed.
The farther you go, the darker the lights in the corridor. In a blurry darkness, the surroundings are disturbingly silent, and you can only see the sky outside the window, the pale blue countdown flashing with a gleam of fluorescent light.
The people in front were clearly prepared, and they took out flashlights from their backpacks to illuminate the road in front of them.
After a while, Shen Lei finally stopped.
"Here it is." By the light of a flashlight, Mo Yi saw that the scene in front of him was completely different, the handrail of the staircase had been broken, the wall peeling off to reveal the blue wall and the broken cement, and it was falling to the ground. And the staircases were crowded unevenly, like the ruined wall after the earthquake.
A decaying taste came out.
When everyone was going up the stairs, they only heard a gentle humming from a short distance, but the sweet child's voice was horrifying. It sang, "Dear ... come and play ..."
I saw a black, round thing running down the stairs, rolling down with a bone, and hit Mo Yi's calf.
Mo Yi looked down.
It was a vague, scary, pale face, entwined by black hair, like a melting wax figure.
This is the face of the missing woman.
It was her head that rolled down the stairs.
The weird child's voice got closer, he smiled sweetly, sang, and then asked:
"Did anyone see my ball?"
"Did anyone see my ball?"
Every sound became clearer, closer and more gloomy.
Mo Yi looked at the skull under his feet, took a deep breath, lifted his feet to exert the greatest strength-flew it.
The skull rolled into the darkness in the distance.
Child: "..."
Shen Lei: "..."
Everyone: "..."
There was a weird silence in the air.
Mo Yi: "What are you still doing? Run!"
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