Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan's complexions suddenly became a little bad, and they glared at Mo Yi:

"What do you mean?"

Mo Yi didn't answer this question directly, but took a step forward calmly, looked at the two of them leisurely, and asked:

"When the side quest is started, only the person who started the quest can see it. Am I right?"

The faces of the two people on the opposite side were blue and red, and they didn't answer for a while.

"So, who of you can tell me, how did you know that I opened the branch line?"

Sun Xiaoyan's face was gloomy, and he answered, "Then...of course it was exchanged by us in the game store, because I was afraid that a pig teammate like you who doesn't have a good eye would accidentally start a side mission and kill us all—"

"Then shouldn't you exchange for something that prevents the mission from starting? Why do you exchange for such an afterthought-like item?" Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and spoke sharply.

Sun Xiaoyan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly he was tongue-tied and unable to answer.

Mo Yi continued as if no one was there:

"Do you want to say, so that when we start a mission that we can't complete, you can take over and save us all by the way?"

Sun Xiaoyan's face turned blue and white, she took a step forward impulsively, and shouted:

"you……"

However, she just said a word, but out of the corner of her eye, she met Song Qi who had been silent since just now.

An inexplicable fear surged into her heart, and the words that were about to blurt out were blocked in her trembling throat.

Song Qi withdrew his gaze lightly, but still didn't say a word.

Mo Yi stood beside him, with a calm face, no emotion could be seen, he smiled and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, the "newcomer" who pretended to open the door before is also one of yours."

Before entering the game, Jiang Yuanrou once introduced to him that there are three kinds of senior players in this game.

One is that they are completely unaware of the hidden branch - or even if they are aware of it, they are unwilling to take the risk. They muddle through, and a dungeon is a dungeon. The survival rate of such players is relatively high, so the proportion of the number is also the highest.

The second type is a small number of them. They walk on the edge of danger and start hidden missions in order to earn more points. The casualty rate of such players is extremely high, so the number is even smaller.

And the other one is disgusting.

They use props to walk around in low-level dungeons, and after newcomers and inexperienced veterans open side quests, they use coercion and lure to force them to include them in side quests.Use all means to grab the chance to get points.

From the very beginning, Mo Yi had some doubts about them.

Zhao Yicheng's desire to dominate is too strong.

He took the lead in establishing the image of a savior for himself, and then subtly instilled the image of himself as a ruler and leader in the hearts of everyone in his subsequent words and deeds.

He ordered everyone to look for clues, but he himself did not share any information.Blindly asking the bottom line, he and Sun Xiaoyan inquired about the news from other people, and even resorted to trying to force them to find out the source by playing red faces and bad faces.

What made Mo Yi really connect Zhao Yicheng and others with the third type of seniors was during the meal.

He noticed that the "newcomer" who opened the door desperately hadn't taken a piece of black bread for two whole days, including tonight—then, as a newcomer, where did her source of food come from?

These little doubts, like scattered beads, accumulated more and more in Mo Yi's mind.

The behavior of Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan just now is like a complete silk thread, connecting all the beads.

Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan looked at Mo Yi with a stiff and ashen expression on their faces.

Zhao Yicheng coughed twice, mechanically pulled the corners of his lips, a forced smile appeared on his face, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain something.

Mo Yi immediately suppressed the smile on his face.

His expression is faint, and he is extremely intimidating when he is expressionless:

"Okay, it's almost time for a break. After all, the difficulty of the dungeon is about to increase, so it's better to go back as soon as possible."

Zhao Yicheng was stunned by Mo Yi's eyes, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his back.

It took a few seconds before he realized that he had been intimidated by a young man who was a round younger than him.

Zhao Yicheng blushed from embarrassment into anger, and no longer put on that hypocritical smile. He glared at Mo Yi bitterly, and finally said to Sun Xiaoyan resentfully:

"Walk."

Sun Xiaoyan curled his lips unwillingly, with a bit of resentment on his face.

The two walked towards the accommodation area one after the other.

Watching their backs being swallowed by the darkness in the deep corridor, Mo Yi lowered his head and looked at his watch:

8:45

15 more minutes to turn off the lights.

Mo Yi seemed to be preoccupied, he turned his head to look at Song Qi beside him absent-mindedly:

"Be careful tonight, no one knows what will happen to this dungeon."

He thought for a while, and continued to add: "Also, you have to be careful with these two people, they are unlikely to just let it go."

After finishing speaking, Mo Yi turned around and walked into the corridor.

He had just taken two steps when he felt his arm being grabbed.

Mo Yi turned his head in surprise and looked at Song Qi.

I saw that his face was still calm, his bloodless lips were tightly pressed, and the lip line was tight, as if carved out of marble.

His face seemed to be paler, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Song Qi closed his mouth, took a deep breath, and said hesitantly:

"Don't take what they said just now."

Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds, and after reacting for a while, he realized that Song Qi was referring to Sun Xiaoyan's remarks just now.

He smiled, with a little indifference between his brows:

"Every mechanism of this game is to force players to compete. But it does not put the intention on the table, but it is like stewing frogs in warm water and killing people with blunt knives. Players are either for freedom and life, or for points. The great interests of the store, and follow its intent."

Regardless of what the player is struggling with, in the end, everyone will join the game voluntarily or involuntarily.

——After all, no one wants to be trapped in one endless horror copy after another forever.

Mo Yi raised his eyes to look at Song Qi.

His eyes were extraordinarily deep, as dark as an abyss under the light, at this moment he looked so calm that he was almost cruel:

"And for those who don't accept the rules of the game, death is just a matter of time."

Song Qi let go of the palm that was holding Mo Yi's arm.

Looking at Mo Yi's straight back, he stepped into the dark corridor without hesitation, and was swallowed by the deep darkness.

Song Qi slowly revealed the corners of his lips, his facial expression was soft and almost tender, and in the next second, his entire figure disappeared into the darkness, and then disappeared completely.

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Mo Yi walked alone along the narrow and deep corridor, and the wooden floor creaked under his feet.

He held his breath and listened intently to the movement behind him.

Song Qi did not follow.

Mo Yi didn't know whether to relax or take a deep breath nervously, under the long eyelashes, his eyes were a bit complicated.

When he was underground, he noticed that Song Qi's name was no longer listed when the side mission started.

There is only one explanation for this situation.

Song Qi is not a player.

In order not to startle the enemy, Mo Yi kept covering up his defenses and tried his best to pretend that everything was normal on the surface, but it was as if a storm was breaking out in his heart.

The previous clues are almost completely connected.

All the doubts about this "person" Song Qi, and his surprising attachment to himself.

Perhaps, in addition, at the end of the last dungeon, a sudden madness made him drink the blood of the mist.

So Mo Yi has reason to suspect - this "Song Qi" is the mist when the last dungeon was about to end.

For the first time in this game, he hesitated.

It seemed to be an error code beyond his expectations, so distinct and abrupt in his plan, representing danger and uncertainty.

The other party hadn't shown any malice towards him before today, but how could he believe that the other party would never show any malice?This is equivalent to entrusting one's trust and life to an unknown that is out of control, and it is as dangerous as derailment.

The most sensible approach is to stay away as much as possible, or find a way to "remove".

Just like deleting that line of chaotic and messy errors in the orderly and elegant code ranks, let the world's operation return to elegance and smoothness.

However, Mo Yi was a little shaken now.

Just now, before asking him a question, "Song Qi" obviously wanted to tell him something, but it seemed to be blocked by the whole game—just like it prevented Jiang Yuanrou from disclosing its relevant information to the outside world.

In connection with the gradually pale face of "Song Qi", it seems that it started after he saved himself.

Mo Yi guessed that the entire game framework has restrictions on him. I am afraid that as an existence outside the dungeon, he is not allowed to participate in the entire dungeon, and he is not allowed to interfere with the operation of the players in the dungeon at will.

Mo Yi rubbed his thumb joints subconsciously, his brows were tightly furrowed, looking worried.

What's more, Mo Yi hasn't figured out why "Song Qi" is so kind to him.

After all, he is sure that he has not dealt with similar "creatures" in the past 20 years.

The dark corridor was coming to an end, and the door to his own room was just in front of him.

Mo Yi let out a long breath, dispelled the messy thoughts in his heart, and clarified his thinking.

Then he reached out to hold the door frame, turned and walked in.

His steps stopped.

In the empty room, there was one more person.

A short little girl stood with her back to him, standing in front of the window sealed by wooden strips, looking out of the window dreamily.

Thin little hands rest on the window couplets.

Mo Yi involuntarily held his breath.

As if sensing Mo Yi's arrival, the little girl turned her head slowly.

Half of her cheeks were bloody and sunken, and she could almost see the shattered skull and the overflowing brain. Her long blond hair was stained with blood. She turned a pair of incomplete blue eyes and looked at Mo Yi.

Asked in a soft child's voice:

"Have you seen my bunny?"

(have you seen my little bunny)

——At this moment, the piercing light-off bell rang.