Chapter 36:

Mo Yi's eyebrows were bent, his eyes were moist, and he smiled even more subconsciously.
He seemed to be infected by his attitude, the other person seemed less nervous, and his facial expression relaxed.
Mo Yi's attitude was soft: "Your name is Wang Zezhi, right?" He remembered that during the teamwork session of the first day, the other party briefly introduced himself.
Wang Zezhi nodded in surprise, it seems that Mo Yi did not remember his name.
"Isn't this your first time in the game?" Mo Yi smiled and continued to ask.
Wang Zezhi looked a little embarrassed, reached out and pushed his glasses, and replied, "The third time."
He calmed down and continued: "I had enough time to get through the first two times, but the last time I copied it, I accidentally opened a branch line. Thanks to the help of a senior person, it was only nine lives and it was difficult to survive. The points store was opened ... I also know a little bit about the mechanics of this game. "
Mo Yi raised an eyebrow with interest, waiting for him to continue.
Wang Zezhi unconsciously rubbed his fingers on the dark bread in the dinner plate, looked up at Mo Yi, and pursed his lips, saying:
"So, I can tell in the copy who is really doing the real thing."
Suddenly, Mo Yi's shoulders sank.
He looked to his side in surprise, only to see Song Qi put his palm on his shoulder, and the whole person came closer-through thin clothing, Mo Yi could almost feel the cold temperature of his palm.
Song Qi's voice is a bit deeper than usual:
"So you're here to ask for a team?"
Mo Yi frowned without a trace.
He did not expect that "Song Qi" would ask the question so sharply, and show the hostility so clearly. What's wrong with him?
Mo Yi couldn't help getting nervous: After all, the identity and purpose of the other party was his great hidden danger. If something happened at this moment, the development of things would exceed his control.
Wang Zezhi did not respond, he smiled, and answered directly:
"Yes, in this copy, I will try to help you as much as possible to assist you in completing the branch tasks. It is also mutually beneficial."
After that, Wang Zezhi's eyes turned around strangely, then he coughed slightly, adding:
"That ... Of course, as a modern person, my mind is still very open."
Mo Yi turned his head aggressively:? ? ?
-Wait, did you get it wrong?
Song Qi's facial expression was not as cold as before, he let go of the palm resting on Mo Yi's shoulder, and then bowed his face solemnly to fiddle with the bread in his dinner plate.
Mo Yi turned back and smiled helplessly: "You misunderstood, we are just friends."
Wang Zezhi was forced to nod under Mo Yichun's general eyes, admitting that he had made a mistake, and then watched his nose, his nose and his nose concentrating on eating bread, and never looked at Song Qi who had lowered the pressure.
Harmonious breakfast times always pass quickly.
Mo Yi put the plate back on the table, and turned to leave.
The next second, his pace stalled, Mo Yi frowned, hurried to the clock behind the table.
Like the last time I saw it, the clock walked on and on for a while, the only difference was that this time ... it went backwards.
The second hand turned back little by little, looking extraordinarily magical.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows tightly and quickly calculated in his heart. Suddenly, this clock should start to run backwards at the same time as he started the branch mission-like a countdown.
So what will happen when the countdown ends?
Wang Zezhi's voice came from behind him: "Are you okay? It's almost time for class."
Mo Yi finally glanced at the clock with a puzzled look, then turned to Song Qi and Wang Zezhi, who were standing in front of the restaurant, and answered while walking:
"I'll come."
Behind Mo Yi, the shabby and crooked old clock hung quietly on the wall, the dark metal case glowed cold, the broken dial was still moving, the second hand went counterclockwise little by little, looking Extraordinarily weird.

After reaching the library, the crowd was taken aback again.
Like the restaurant, this place has also become completely new.
The bench and the long table are neatly arranged, there is no trace of dust on it, and there is an open book in front of each seat, as if there are still people sitting on it to learn.
Under the bright light overhead, the bare floors and walls no longer seemed so uncomfortable, but rather warm.
But in the game copy, such a change can only make everyone shudder.
However, at least with the restaurant's lesson learned, this time everyone was adapting quickly, and within a short time they converged the surprise on their faces and entered the room.
However, the difference is that everyone was cautious this time, no longer walking around, but sitting on the stool in peace, praying secretly not to happen again, while wasting the waiting time. .
Mo Yi looked around at the people who remained for a week, and had a little bottom in his heart.
There were four people in Zhao Yicheng, two seniors and two newcomers, and the newcomer who suddenly questioned him was just right.
The people on both sides were distinct, sitting far away, with a bench in the middle, which looked quite conspicuous.
The new guy who once shot Mo Yi seemed quite anxious. He shook his legs anxiously. Although the temperature here was not high, his face was covered with fine sweat. He reached for his side. His cheeks were rubbed subconsciously with his fingers, and his skin was rubbed with light red marks.
The others didn't look very good either. Everyone seemed to be frightened by the strange atmosphere in the library. They all seemed inconceivable. Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan whispered something while their heads were hidden in the dark. Here, it is almost unclear.
Mo Yi's gaze swept lightly over them, without stopping.
He turned to look at Wang Zezhi: "Go around?"
Wang Zezhi nodded, and the three of them stood up and began to look for clues in the entire room.
Zhao Yicheng didn't want to be outdone. Although his face was still pale, he still stood up, turning around like a headless fly in the room, and seemed to be looking for some clues that had not been discovered.
Mo Yi took the lead to the table where the poems were once written.
The wood-textured tabletop was clean and smooth, looking complete and brand new, without any trace of scratching by a knife.
Detective Mo Yi searched under the table.
Empty.
Mo Yi stood up and frowned slowly, he walked quickly to the library inside.
The seemingly neat books lined up on the spotless bookshelf, neatly arranged in alphabetical order.
Mo Yi took out a flip book and saw that it was a very popular enlightenment of that era. There were traces of it being read, but it could be seen that it was well protected, not at the last time. Stale and dirty look.
Suddenly, just then, an exclamation came from not far behind.
Mo Yi froze, hurriedly placed the book horizontally on other books, then quickly turned around and walked towards the place where the voice came.
I saw a new girl standing at the table with a pale face, her fingers tremblingly pointing at the open book on the table, and snoring, "I ... I was just looking for clues. When I turned my head, , The book has been turned! "
Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, the expression on her face was about to cry: "I swear! Really! It wasn't this page number before I turned my head!"
Mo Yi pursed her lips with little interest and turned to walk towards the library.
He paused to reach for the book.
The book he had just taken out and read now fits perfectly in the bookshelf.
Mo Yi retracted his outstretched palm and lowered his eyes, his eyes were heavy and he could not see the emotion.
The unknown feeling was like the thick fog after the rain, lingering around his fingertips and the bottom of his heart, how could it not dissipate.
He pursed his lips and said nothing.
A search all morning was almost nothing.
The entire room seemed to be completely cleaned and cleared. All the clues, once and undiscovered, seemed to have been completely swept away, and disappeared completely, even if everyone turned the entire room upside down. And still nothing new was found.
Sun Xiaoyan wiped the sweat on his forehead with the dusty palm, leaving a dirty mark on his white cheek.
She straightened her sore waist and turned her head, only to find that when everyone was exhausted, Mo Yizheng sat on a bench calmly, and looked at the book unrelatedly.
I saw him twist the pages of his book with his slender fingers, and then slowly turn to the next one, as if sitting quietly in the library, instead of being in a dangerous copy of the escape game.
An unknown fire broke out in Sun Xiaoyan's heart, and she walked angrily to Mo Yi, and said queerly:
"You opened a side mission and the result was sitting there doing nothing and letting others help you find clues?"
Mo Yi's face was heavy, as if still immersed in his own world.
After a while, he looked up.
The color of his eyes was very dark, and when he stared at the people, the darkness was like a dreary abyss, which surprised Sun Xiaoyan.
Just listening to Moiton paused, his face thoughtfully said, "I'm not worried about clues or no clues, but the lack of clues is the clue itself."
... what and what?
Sun Xiaoyan froze.
Just then, the bell of the meal rang, and I wonder if it was an illusion. It sounded more pleasant than before.
Although the crowd had not yet given up, they had to leave the library and walk towards the restaurant according to the schedule.
This lunch is even more plentiful.
Cream and honey drenched on golden roasted leg meat, exuding a fascinating aroma, and the pancakes were layered on snow-white plates topped with shiny strawberry jam. Desserts include pudding and apple pie.
Mo Yi and his party still sat aside with ordinary black bread.
While everyone was eating, Mo Yi suddenly put down a small half of the black bread in his hands, raised his head, and said:
"Free time this afternoon, we are going separately."
One of Wang Zeyi: "But ..."
Mo Yi smiled unquestionably, interrupting his words:
"You only officially joined the spur line after I shared the existing clues with you, you know that, right?"
Wang Zezhi was silent for a while and nodded.
He understood what Mo Yi said: he needed to prove that he was worthwhile sharing information with him.
-Talking to smart people is simple.
Mo Yi's eyes slightly smiled.
Just then, Song Qi, who was silent for a long time, suddenly asked, "What are you going to do this afternoon?"
Mo Yi looked up, thought about it seriously, and then replied solemnly:
"I'm going to find a rabbit."
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Mo Yi: I think we are just friends.
Song Qi: No, you don't want to (smile
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