Chapter 58:

Chapter 58
The tricky appeasement was that other players quickly dispersed and looked for clues.
Mo Yi stood still without moving, staring at the corpses of the two players on the floor with some complex eyes.
Their bodies were twisted strangely, as if cramped on the floor as if suffering from great pain, their cramped faces had become black, and the exposed skin was covered with this disgusting black, and the fine bloodshot slowly Flowing down Qiqiao.
The corpse's darkened face was slowly shrinking, but at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.
The blood flowing from the lips to the nose and nose fell along the curve of the face onto the dirty wooden floor, trickled into the gap on the floor, and was sucked clean without dripping.
Mo Yi's lips were subconsciously close to her lips, and the lip color that was not plump at the moment became lighter, and even paled due to exertion.
He finally took a deep look at the corpse on the ground, then turned and walked to the window.
The thick dark air outside the window flickered with cold, emotionless fluorescent blue figures, as if changing the last figure without any interference from external factors.
4:47:08
Mo Yi stared into the air, and the dark blue pupils seemed to reflect the small blue figure, and the emotion inside was deep.
It has been more than two hours since entering the copy.
During this time, a total of five nursery rhymes appeared-and of these five nursery rhymes, three copies were sung directly to them.
The twisted man outside the house hummed "crooked-man", the "three-blind-mice" on the intermittent music box, and the "ring-a-ring-o'roses" sung repeatedly at the entrance of the stairs with a child's voice ". "
Every time this nursery rhyme sounds, it will take several lives.
The nursery rhymes sounded exactly once an hour.
Mo Yi's eyes were slightly sinking.
It is self-evident that the "seven days" in the game reminder is related to the length of the game.
One nursery rhyme an hour, one nursery rhyme.
If he guessed right, there should be no danger in the rest of the hour.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and turned to look behind.
The staircase leading to the second floor, the staircase of the black hole stood crooked in the center of the hall, extending upward into the darkness.
His eyes flickered, and there was a trace of firmness between his eyes, and he slowly walked towards the stairs.
At this moment, Mo Yi felt his cuff was pulled by a gentle force.
He froze and turned to look at the source of strength.
Seeing that Ran stood beside him silently, didn't seem to know how to speak, but just looked at him silently.
Mo Yi's face remained unchanged: "You should have figured out the relationship between nursery rhymes and time."
Yu Ran's gaze was a little complicated, and he murmured "um".
Mo Yi smiled: "That being the case, you don't have to worry about it."
Yu Ran gave him a sigh of relief and gave a deep sigh. In the end, he was a little looser, saying:
"That ... then you be careful."
Mo Yi showed a shallow smile, thanked briefly, and turned up the stairs without stopping.
The straight and thin back was slowly devoured by darkness, blocking the unclear sight projected from behind.
The uneven wooden stairs under his feet "creaked" with his steps, and looked dull and harsh in the cold and dark stairwell.
There is a thick, almost solid darkness in front of and around him, no matter the road in front of him or the armrests around him, the vague and ugly outline is exposed under the flashlight light.
The cold breath penetrated the thin-textured shirt without hindrance, invaded the texture, stimulated the sensitive peripheral nerves, and caused the skin behind Mo Yi's neck to involuntarily build a layer of goose bumps.
At this moment, there was a low foggy sound around, and the cold and deep tone almost caused the faint vibration in the air:
"She seems to care about you."
Mo Yi didn't expect him to say a word suddenly, and could not help but stunned slightly.
He turned to look at the side profile of the fog, which was obscured by darkness, thinking that no one else could hear their conversation at the moment, so he said directly:
"She ...?" Mo Yi paused thoughtfully, then continued calmly:
"It can only be said that there is a little more unscrupulous kindness than others."
He squinted his eyes and watched the flashlight cast a twisted aperture on the stairs in front of him.
Reflected in his deep black pupils, light shone in the darkness.
He smiled softly, and the careless words came out, with a sense of indifference that he hadn't even noticed:
"Most of the players left now are senior players, who would not see the obvious connection between time and nursery rhymes-they just don't have the courage to come up."
I also know with my toes that the darkness above the stairs is bound to be perilous, and there is a danger of death by accident if accidentally added, coupled with the nursery rhymes at the entrance of the stairs, the instinct fear of danger, unknown and darkness makes them afraid There is action.
After all ... the connection is just a conjecture.
No matter how reasonable, it is also a conjecture.
No one is crazy enough to use his own life to gamble whether this conjecture is correct.
The longer a player lives, the more hesitant.
So they are waiting for a brave victim.
Mo Yi's move is what they are happy to see, no matter whether he is dead or alive on it, it will help them. It is a profitable business.
And Yu Ran ... He was not so hard-hearted, so he stepped forward and wanted to stop his near death.
Mo Yirong was faint and continued to walk up the stairs. The dark eyes were almost inhuman and sane.
The mist slightly over his head, staring at Mo Yi's side face, and the light gray pupils settled an unknown emotion.
He chuckled softly and stopped talking.
Soon after walking, Mo Yi finally set foot on the final stage.
The dust rising from the soles of the shoes will be visible under the light of the flashlight, slowly rising and falling, and the rest of the place is shrouded in thick darkness, everything seems to be swallowed into the abyss as much as possible, even the flashlight Nor can it penetrate.
The stale moldy wood structure has a smell of dust, mixed with the smell of dust and a slight smell, and it is particularly pungent.
Mo Yi suppressed the urge to rub his nose, raised his flashlight to illuminate the road, and was about to move forward, but his pace suddenly stopped.
Emotional tangles suddenly flashed on the face that was so cold just now that there was almost no emotion.
"That one……"
Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds and said hesitantly:
"Can you release my hand now?"
The foggy face was still serious: "... I'm afraid you're afraid."
Mo Yi: "..."
? ? ?
Seeing that the blockage was not over, there was a trace of pity on the misty surface, and he had to slowly release the fingers with the temperature of the other side. The movement was deliberately long and hesitant, and the intertwined fingers were divided into two hands.
After tangling Mo Yi's long and shapely knuckles without leaving any trace, the mist released his hand in a righteous manner.
Mo Yi was a little puzzled: I don't know if it was his illusion, he always felt that the other party ... seemed to like to contact him physically?
He glanced subconsciously next to him, his gaze gliding over the fog's moodless side, as if it were a feather away.
-Probably an illusion.
Mo Yi thought a little bit indifferently.
But ... he's not very exclusive either.
He stepped forward, his feet felt different from the touch on the stairs. The softness seemed to be carpeted, and he absorbed all the footsteps. Only a muffled sound echoed upstairs.
Mo Yi cautiously slowed down and walked forward slowly.
At this moment, he suddenly encountered something hard under his feet, and made a harsh metal sound, which was extremely bright in the narrow and long dark space, almost anxious.
Mo Yi could not help being startled.
He stepped back abruptly, pressing his wrist down, and the flashlight's light shone under his feet.
I saw on the road that I must pass, An An kept a music box steadily, and the mottled and peeling metal shell glowed a faint cold light under the light, which seemed to be a long time ago.
Due to being kicked, he fell to the ground on the side, and the box opened a narrow gap.
Mo Yi paused, bent down, and carefully picked up the music box.
It was heavy and pressed heavily into the palm of his hand. The cold touch came down the metal shell, giving a strange, uncomfortable feeling.
This is probably the music box that played nursery rhymes an hour ago.
The sharp faces of the three ugly, valgus, needle-wrapped mice were imprinted on his retina extremely vividly, with the thick stench smell on them, together with the shrill screams, again Appeared in his memory.
Mo Yi pursed her lips, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in her heart, and reached out to open its lid.
To his surprise, the inside of this music box is different from its exquisite appearance.
Faded velvet cushions encircle two villains, one is a girl in a long dress, the other is a boy in shorts, and two villains who seem to be made of ceramics are holding hands, and the faces that have worn away due to time are still there. There was a smile left.
Although the remaining golden paint on the little girl ’s head still shone with a shimmer of light, her hands and arms were basically broken, and she was standing on the velvet mat with difficulty. The little boy was also worn to varying degrees.
Mo Yi turned the box to the side, rubbed her fingers against the cold metal surface of the music box, and touched a protruding handle.
— Its clockwork seems to have loosened, and it should not be able to speak for a while.
He breathed a sigh of relief, then turned the box back to the front and re-examined it.
I saw a broken mirror inlaid on the inside of the lid of the music box.
Cobweb-like streaks spread over the dust-covered mirror, looking extremely miserable.
Under the mirror, it seems that a row of swashes is written in bronzing. Due to its age, it has been blurred and it is almost impossible to see what is written on it.
Mo Yi frowned, narrowed his eyes and moved forward, discerning the contents carefully.
The broken mirror in front of him reflected his close face.
Just then, Mo Yi's Yu Guang met ...
Not far behind him stood a vague figure.
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