Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Footsteps approached.

The heart was pounding in the chest, and the hot blood rushed straight to the eardrums, and the buzzing white noise made the sounds around him go away in an instant.

The adrenaline rushes straight up.

Before Mo Yi's brain could react in time, his body acted before his thoughts. Relying on the strength that broke out at the critical moment, he stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Zezhi, and ran towards the side hall at the end of the hall.

The sound of rapid and heavy footsteps seemed to be behind him!

At a critical moment, Mo Yi propped his palms on the brand-new low cabinet, then jumped up and turned into the side hall.

Wang Zezhi also reacted in an instant - he followed closely, turned over and jumped into the side hall, lowered his body together with Mo Yi, and then shrunk himself as small as possible, so that the side hall and the hall were as low as possible. The low counter concealed the figures of the two of them.

——All this happened in a blink of an eye.

The sound of footsteps entered the hall, knocking out a rapid and hollow echo on the floor, as if it was close to the ear.

Uncontrollable anxiety spread in my heart.

Are they moving fast enough?Have you been seen?

Mo Yi's heart was beating extremely fast, and the tension and uncertainty caused fine sweat to ooze from his forehead.

He covered his mouth and nose with his hand, preventing his panting from giving away his position.

——But the sound of rapid breathing can still be heard in the ear, like the anxious asthma of a panicked person, which makes people involuntarily raise their hearts.

Mo Yi turned his head slightly, and turned to look at Wang Zezhi who was squatting beside him.

But he met the same gaze that he was looking at.

Wang Zezhi also tightly covered his mouth and nose with his hands, his pale and sweaty face was flushed sickly after exercise, and his brown eyes were wide open behind the lens, looking straight at Mo Yi.

Mo Yi was taken aback: If it wasn't Wang Zezhi... who would it be.

The footsteps in the hall have stopped, only the heavy panting accompanied by the low and hoarse "drink" in the throat echoed in the empty hall, making one's heart tremble.

Mo Yi moved his body carefully, put his face against the gap between the counter and the wall, and looked out through the gap.

The field of vision is thin and narrow, and it is almost impossible to turn. Mo Yi struggled to find the angle——

He was stunned.

The floor of the hall was blood red, and the blood was still spreading. There were two slender legs lying in the pool of blood, still twitching and kicking.

Mo Yi's gaze sank: This is definitely not the newcomer who died before, because after the whole hall began to change in a new direction, the corpse of the newcomer disappeared together with the blood under her body.

Who would it be?

The sound of struggling and panting became more intense, accompanied by the sound of "drinking" like a broken bellows, it sounded particularly penetrating.

At this moment, the owner of those calves seemed to have found a chance to break free, and suddenly swayed. With a burst of violent tearing, the man seemed to stand up and left Mo Yi's sight , followed by a series of messy footsteps and terrified panting——

At this moment, only a loud "bang" was heard.

Gunshots.

The deafening gunshots sounded in the closed room, almost numb people's ears.

As the gunshots fell, the gasps fell silent.

A person's body fell heavily to the floor, and the figure happened to come into Mo Yi's line of sight.

Mo Yi's eyes widened invisibly.

That was Sun Xiaoyan.

Her distorted face due to fright was covered with bloodstains, her gray and lifeless face was facing the direction of the side hall, her protruding eyeballs were bloodshot, condensing the fear that hadn't dissipated.

Her mouth was wide open, and blood mixed with saliva and flesh and blood shards slid down her chin. There was a neat incision on her white and slender neck, avoiding the arteries and cutting off the throat and vocal cords, exposing the blood-red fascia.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

What he heard in the hall just now should be the footsteps of two people: one is the chaser and the other is the victim.

And the reason why Sun Xiaoyan, who has been chased since just now, has been so quiet is because she doesn't want to scream—it's because she can't.

Mo Yi's eyes fell on the corpse again.

Blood gurgled out from the big hole in the corpse's chest, and pooled with the blood in her throat, forming a pool of blood.

——It happened to be exactly the same size as the big hole in the chest of the newcomer who died before.

There seemed to be a chuckle in the air.

Mo Yi was startled, and listened intently again—but he could no longer hear the laughter that dissipated in the air, as if it was just his illusion.

At this moment, new footsteps sounded in the quiet hall.

Steady, unhurried footsteps, stepping on the pool of blood, there was a slight splash of water, and then hitting the smooth ground again, making a soft "click", as if stepping on a person's heart, every time Stepping on the rhythm of the heartbeat.

Mo Yi breathed lightly subconsciously, watching the hall through the gap.

The back of a man appeared in his field of vision, blocking between the bodies of Mo Yi and Sun Xiaoyan.

The clothes on his body were messy and wrinkled, stained with dried and half-dried blood, and a new layer of blood was superimposed on it, and the original appearance was almost unrecognizable.

Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment - the color and texture of the clothes were somewhat familiar to him.

The man lowered his head and looked at Sun Xiaoyan, who was dying with regret, for a while, then bent down, stretched out his hands to grab her arms, and dragged her towards the corridor.

The moment he turned sideways, Mo Yi saw his face clearly.

This person is the newcomer who once got angry at him, but at this moment, there is no expression or even emotional fluctuations on his face, only paleness and indifference.

And on one side of his cheek—there was a deep bloodstain, it seemed that he was scratched by his own nails, half of his face was scratched without a piece of intact skin, the blood dripped to cover most of his face, it looked like shocking.

Mo Yi gasped for breath.

That person dragged Sun Xiaoyan's body out of Mo Yi's sight.

The heavy footsteps became farther and farther away, and then slowly disappeared into the depths of the corridor.

Wang Zezhi heaved a sigh of relief and fell to the ground. He stretched his legs that were stiff and numb due to being curled up for too long, only to realize that within ten minutes, his body was completely soaked in sweat. .

He turned his head to look at Mo Yi, and was about to say something, but was taken aback by his sudden movement.

Mo Yi stayed in place for a while, then reached out and grabbed the backpack, opened the zipper, and searched for something——

After knowing everything for a while, Mo Yi took out a rolled up paper from the bag, and then shook it off, revealing a group photo in front of the orphanage.

Mo Yi's eyes focused on the man on the side of the crowd.

He held his breath, stretched out his fingers again, and stroked the "blood stain" on his cheek in the photo: it was flat and smooth, without the slightest bump or unevenness, and there was no irregular shape like spattered blood.

This is not dried blood, but the man's birthmark that exists in the photo itself.

It was exactly where the new guy had been scratching this morning.

Wang Zezhi came over, looked at the photo in Mo Yi's hand in a daze, and asked hesitantly, "What's wrong?"

His voice jolted Mo Yi out of his thoughts.

Mo Yi rolled up the photo in his hand and stuffed it back into his backpack carelessly, then turned his head and looked at Wang Zezhi with a serious face.

His face is pale, his eyes are getting darker, and he is staring at people right now, always giving people the illusion of facing the blade. Mo Yi pursed his almost colorless lips, and said:

"This orphanage is actually a den of reselling orphans. It took advantage of the population displacement during the war to make a fortune. It was caught in a loophole, so the real director of the orphanage pushed a false director out to take the blame, and she was sentenced to hang and die. , and Dean Zhen took the opportunity to deal with the evidence in the orphanage - to kill all the orphans in the basement."

Mo Yi's sudden explanation stunned Wang Zezhi, and he understood in the next second, and suddenly became serious—this was helping him with a side mission.

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Yi finished speaking, the familiar female voice rang out:

"Dangdangdangdang, congratulations to player No. 05 Wang Zezhi, who unlocked the hidden plot of this escape game!

The side missions are open, completing the side missions will reward rich points, players please keep working hard! "

Wang Zezhi relaxed, and raised his eyes to look at Mo Yi gratefully, but was surprised to find that his expression was not as relaxed as his own, but became more dignified.

Mo Yi waited for the female voice to disappear completely, raised his dark eyes to look at Wang Zezhi, took a deep breath, and continued:

"I suspect that after starting the side mission, the timeline of the entire orphanage is gradually overlapping with the past, and when the hall is completely new, it means that the two timelines completely overlap, that is to say—"

"The massacre repeats itself?" Wang Zezhi shuddered.

Although he didn't see what happened just now, the blood and traces of struggle on the ground almost told him everything.

"...I'm afraid it is." Mo Yi was silent for a moment, and then replied: "And that newcomer should be the executioner."

Suspicions gathered in his heart, and there were still many doubts that had not been resolved at all.

Before Wang Zezhi could ask, Mo Yi stood up from the ground, turned his head to look at the dark corridor, and said in a deep voice, "I have an idea, and I need to confirm it."

He muttered to himself thoughtfully: "There should be some time before he comes to us..."

While Mo Yi was thinking about something, he turned around and walked out of the side hall——his pace stopped, and his eyes fell on the center of the pool of blood.

Where Sun Xiaoyan's body lay just now, there was a snow-white note.

The blood stains slowly spread on the paper, dyed into a few big blood red characters:

"FINDME"

Mo Yi raised his head abruptly.

The familiar teddy bear sat in front of the corridor, its back turned to the darkness, and its gray eyes looked straight at him.