Chapter 55:

Chapter 55
The intermittent nursery rhymes became louder, and the weird and husky tunes echoed in the house, making them creepy.
Mo Yi held his breath, his heartbeat seemed to slow down, and he was beating in his ear drum.
The giant rat lifted the ugly, scarred, pointed face, his wet nose twitched, and sniffed humanely.
Mo Yi glanced with Yu Guang, the other players in the room were also afraid to make a sound. Some people even raised their hands to cover their mouth and nose, for fear that they accidentally leaked a sob or gasp, exposing themselves. s position.
There is a strong smell in the air, and the smell of dust in the room is mixed, making the stomach panic acid.
I saw it opened the only mouth on that face, the sharp white teeth were exposed in the pointed mouth, and the blood dripped and the minced meat was dripping from the tip of the tooth, which looked particularly terrible-it made a harsh noise Screams.
Like a cry, or a scream, like the harsh sound of nails scratching on the glass, sharp penetrating power.
The sound of scratching claws came from outside the open house. Within a minute, the other two mice seemed to hear the call of their companions and ran back at a very fast speed.
Their looks are equally horrible. The bright red flesh that is valgus is crooked with stitches and stitches, the ugly and twisted sharp face has no eyes, only a big mouth.
Mo Yi sharply noticed that each of them had a pair of eyeballs attached to the optic nerve in the front paw.
It was mixed with red, white and white juice, which seemed to be dug directly from the human brain.
Mo Yi felt that his stomach was agitated.
Even though two copies have been experienced, and a little resistance to this brutal and disgusting picture has been made, the impact of facing this scene is still very large-especially the thought that they stayed well in people a few minutes ago. In the eyes.
Of the three mice, the one with the largest size came out first, and it seemed to be the leader who gave orders.
It opened its mouth, screamed sharply and shortly, and then ran out of the door, clutching the unrecognizable corpse below the ground.
The other two mice followed suit.
Three huge and weird bodies quickly disappeared outside the door, and the sound of scratching with their claws gradually disappeared.
The fuzzy choppy nursery rhymes also seem to be stuck, the sound is getting smaller and more distorted, and eventually becomes a hoarse stutter between the gears, and finally stops completely.
There was no more noise in the room, quiet and scary.
The remaining players remained rigidly in place and did not dare to act lightly, until they were sure that the sound of the nightmare claws and sharp screams were completely away, and then they relaxed.
A player leaned against the wall and fell to the ground softly, and his weak legs could no longer support his heavy body. His horrified and pale face did not know when he was covered with tears, and it was difficult for him to sobb silently.
Other players are not so good. There is not much fortunateness in the faces of everyone after the disaster, but more fear and weakness.
Just one and a half hours after the game started, at least six players have died.
You know, there are only 17 players in this copy.
Mo Yi exhaled slowly, and finally the tight shoulders and necks finally relaxed. The exhaustion and soreness that had not been noticed just swept up like tide, swallowing and eroding his limbs and eating his nerves. .
He moved his stiff legs and leaned his back against the crooked wall.
The cold and hard touch was transmitted into his mind through the sweat-soaked shirt, which made him shudder and be irritated by the ice.
Mo Yi looked up subconsciously and looked out the window through the blurry window.
I saw the thick blue, and the blue countdown in the air flashed silently.
— Five and a half hours.
No one knows what will happen next.
Depressed, fear of the unknown almost despaired everyone.
At this moment, there was a procrastinating footstep outside the door, as if a person on a sloping foot walked hard.
The nerves of the crowd tightened again instantly, holding their breath, widening their eyes and looking out of the half-covered wooden door.
I only heard a "snap", a blood-stained hand was patted on the wooden door, and the door was snapped so loudly that the players inside the door were jumped. Just as everyone was frightened, a blur The figure appeared outside the door.
The man stunned and fell into a pool of blood on the ground.
Someone finally reacted and stepped forward to support the man who was covered in blood. The man finally took a breath and lifted a face covered with blood, and said intermittently:
"Other ... everyone else is dead ... eyes are gone ..."
Only then did everyone see that the flesh and blood on one leg of the man were blurred, the huge bite marks tore the clothing, and even the sensen bones could be seen.
The man took a sigh of relief and continued, "One ... wanted to kill me, heard the cry, and ran away, saving my life."
Everyone couldn't help but be silent.
Secretly this player's current injury, even with the best doctors and conditions, can't make him move again, and in such a dangerous copy, losing his ability to move is basically no different from being sentenced to death.
This life ... there is basically no difference between staying and not staying.
Everyone settled the survivor on a chair that seemed to be stable, and the atmosphere in the air suddenly became more dignified, and the mood of everyone became even more depressed.
Yu Ran, who stood aside, said, "It's not time to give up yet. Everyone continues to look for clues, maybe they can find a way to crack it."
Players who have survived now basically have experience in games, and soon adjusted their temporarily depressed mentality, forcibly renewed their spirits, and began to explore everywhere in this room.
Although the structure and appearance of the room are strange, they are not small. The large hall connects three rooms with a dark and dark corridor, and a crooked staircase stretches from the first floor to the second floor.
The players spread out in pairs and walked towards the surrounding rooms.
No one wants to take a step closer to that dark and dark corridor—after all, the rats came out from there. Who knows if there are any terrible creatures hidden in the dark waiting for the opportunity.
Mo Yi stood there for a few seconds, and walked towards the corridor without changing his face.
"... Mo Yi."
Just as he was about to walk in, a female voice stopped him behind him.
Mo Yi froze and turned his head.
Only when Ran was standing not far away, frowning at him: "You want to ... go in?"
She lifted her chin towards the hallway with unknown meaning, and a pair of thin and beautiful brows frowned even tighter: "A person?"
Mo Yi glanced subconsciously at the fog that was next to him, and later remembered that others could not see him except himself, and frowned anxiously.
It seems a bit too eye-catching to act alone.
But that's all for now, and he's riding a tiger.
Mo Yi shrugged his shoulders, and a helpless expression appeared naturally on his face: "Because no one wants to go in except for me, after all, I can't force others to accompany me to risk."
Yu Ran's lips seemed to accept his explanation, but he said solemnly to him:
"Then you are careful."
Mo Yi frowned slightly, nodded at Dye, and turned into the corridor.
The corridor was extremely dark, with darkness covering every corner of it, looking like an abyss.
The uneven wooden floor under the feet made an unpleasant squeak, the smell in the air became more and more heavy, and the turbid air was a little choking for a moment.
Mo Yi turned on the flashlight and walked in slowly.
Under the light of the pale flashlight of the flashlight, you can see scratches and claw marks on the floor, as well as dripping blood.
The entire corridor is very narrow, like a tortuous pipe, the space between the walls is a suffocating illusion, and ... there is no room in the entire corridor, only a slight light shines through the corridor.
The paw prints at the feet extended into the room at the end.
The three mice apparently came out from there.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, tightened the flashlight held tightly in his hand, and walked towards the end of the corridor.
After entering it, he couldn't help but be taken aback by the spaciousness of the room.
Under the extremely high ceiling, dim kerosene lamps are burning, and the tall tables and counters are one circle larger than the normal size, crooked and barely standing in place.
Mo Yi took a few steps inward and looked at the room carefully.
This should be a kitchen.
On the tall stove are black iron pans and kitchenware, and swollen cutlery plates stacked randomly on the table. On the end table, there is a dirty, blood-stained chopping board. A huge rusty kitchen knife was deeply embedded in the chopping board.
Blood slowly slid down the junction of the kitchen knife and the chopping board, leaving a dark, dark red mark.
Mo Yi stepped forward and saw a bright red tail on the chopping board.
The kitchen knife was embedded in the fracture in the tail.
The strange tunes of nursery rhymes seemed to be still in their ears: [They chased the farmer's wife, she cut their tails]
Mo Yi pursed her lips, but glanced at the corner of her eyes, and seemed to nail something on the wall opposite the chopping board.
He pulled over the low stool and stood on it, leaning out half of his body and looking at it.
It was a yellowed, dirty note, which seemed to be a wall where the recipe was usually nailed into the chopping board, covered with oil stains and several dried blood fingerprints, crookedly written on it:
"What_are_little_boys_made_of?
Frogs_and_snails
And_puppy-dogs \ '_ tails,
What_are_little_girls_made_of?
Sugar_and_spice
And_all_that \ 's_nice. "
[What makes a little boy?
Frog and snail
And the puppy's tail
What does a little girl do?
Sugar and spices
And all the good things]
Mo Yi frowned slowly, and his pale face became increasingly bloodless.
He stood quietly for a few seconds, the dark pupil flickered thoughtfully, and then jumped off the uneven chair.
The mist stood next to him, reaching out and helping him slightly.
Mo Yi chuckled at him with an absent smile and said quietly, "Thank you."
Before he could say anything, Mo Yi suddenly found that the scarlet claw marks and scratches on the ground had completely disappeared.
He froze, walked to the entrance of the corridor, turned on the flashlight and shone in.
Clean on uneven ground.
Mo Yi's pace was quickened. He walked quickly across the corridor and reached the hall, his eyes fixed on the door.
The ground where a massacre happened just now has no trace of blood and traces at the moment. Like the ground outside the door, the traces of murder are eliminated.
As if thirsty by this twisted room.
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This is my longest post ever. I have to write all the foreshadowing and clues of the entire copy in the notebook long in advance, and check for logical loopholes and plot errors, which is probably the most tiring article I have written.
My speed is very low, about 800 an hour. As an obsessive-compulsive disorder, I do n’t want any of my chapters to be written well enough. Basically, I stay up late every day after writing the article, think about the plot, think about the idea, or even code all night. Sleeping—then the fruits of my labor were stolen. [Second Theft] —Jinjiang ’s anti-theft ratio has no effect.
The mentality was really a little broken last night. I felt that my hair loss and acne and liver didn't make any sense. I was copied and pasted by others and all of them were taken away. Someone "Thank you for sharing" under the pirated website ... Then my code What about the characters?
I want to cry in the middle of the night.
Since Jinjiang's automatic anti-theft is useless, I decided to manually prevent theft.
The following is about my anti-theft:
1. In Jinjiang's revised text, the number of words can only be more or less, so I updated the chapter's [words will only be more than the anti-theft chapter] [key points], which is also a benefit for genuine readers.
2. Put the anti-theft chapter in the middle of the night, and modify it into a formal chapter at noon-[is the same as the original update time] [key points]
ps: may be modified based on the operation of the piracy website.
3. I'm very busy with the three yuan now. Keeping the date is basically the limit. I can't often manually prevent theft, so it will depend on the situation.
Thank you to all the genuine readers who accompanied me, I love you
If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the motivation to get up from bed in the middle of the night to code.
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