Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Mo Yi: "..."

Wang Zezhi: "..."

——Is talking bad about others behind their backs some kind of summoning technique?

Mo Yi paused, turned around, and said sincerely, "It's great that you're fine!"

Wang Zezhi: "..." Brother, your acting skills are a bit fake.

Song Qi stood at the end of the corridor with the backlight, and the dim light in the hall behind him gave a faint halo to the lines of his side face. He had a slender figure and a straight back.

Without saying a word, he walked up to Mo Yi and stood still in front of Mo Yi.

Song Qi chuckled, raised his hand, and wiped his face with his fingertips.

The cold touch was about to leave, Mo Yi didn't react for a while, he blinked subconsciously, and looked at Song Qi in a daze.

Under the backlight, Song Qi's expression was difficult to discern, and a pair of light-colored eyes were staring at him intently.

His voice was the same as usual: "There is blood."

Mo Yi came back to his senses at this moment, and followed Song Qi's movements to look at his outstretched hands, only to see that the slender white fingertips were stained with a little bright red, which looked particularly eye-catching.

Mo Yi suddenly said: "Oh, thank you very much."

After finishing speaking, he raised his intact palm and vigorously wiped the place Song Qi touched just now, his pale skin was instantly stained with a layer of flush due to his somewhat rough actions.

Mo Yi looked at Song Qi who was standing in front of him, and asked, "Is there any more?"

"Wait." Song Qi's voice was low, he stretched out his palm to hold Mo Yi's face, and gently wiped the remaining blood on the flushed red with the thumb of his right hand, his movements were as careful as if he were treating a treasure. .

Mo Yi was frightened by his sudden movement for a few seconds, and he had no time to dodge, and was caught straight.

When he came back to his senses, he already felt his cheek sinking into the other's cold palm, and the slender finger bones were gently and irresistibly stuck on his mandible.

Song Qi's face also approached, his cold breath softly pressed against Mo Yi's cheek.

Breath tangled.

Mo Yi's face couldn't help but heat up, as if the other party's palm also touched the temperature of his own face, pressing against the skin a little hotly.

He coughed in embarrassment, turned his head and broke free from Song Qi's palm, and then took a step back without any trace.

The distance between the two was instantly opened.

Song Qi paused, put down his palm in the air as if nothing had happened, and said, "It's gone now."

Wang Zezhi stood beside him with a complicated face, folded his arms very winkingly and said nothing.

"..." Why does he always have the illusion of being stuffed with dog food?

At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to remember something, he turned his head to look at Wang Zezhi, and said, "By the way, your forehead..."

Wang Zezhi then belatedly remembered that there was still blood on his forehead dripping from the ceiling.He waved his hands with a smirk, and backed away while shaking his head: "I, I, I will do it myself, I have tissues."

Please don't let the person next to you emit low air pressure!His eyes are so scary!

I don't want face wipe service at all thank you!

Wang Zezhi wanted to cry but had no tears.

Mo Yi glanced at him hesitantly, and swallowed the rest of the words: Actually...he just wanted to remind him that when Wang Zezhi bandaged him, he had already put all the tissues in his place. .

Suddenly, Mo Yi felt that his left hand was lightly touched by something cold.

He froze for a moment and looked to his side.

I saw Song Qizheng staring down at his forearm with the cuff cut off with a complicated face. It was wrapped with a thick bandage, which made his thin forearm thicker, and the dark red blood seeped out without wrapping it around. The pale skin of the bandage was bruised from gore and scabs of dried blood.

"You are hurt?"

Mo Yi nodded indifferently, and replied: "Fortunately, it doesn't hurt very much, and I can still move normally, and it won't affect the next action."

Song Qi lowered his eyes, moved his lips with some difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: "...I'm sorry."

Even though he knew that the other party was a dangerous person with an unclear position, but seeing his slightly fragile expression at the moment, Mo Yi couldn't help but soften his heart.

He reached out his hand hesitantly, rubbed the other person's head, and his voice softened rarely:

"It's not your fault."

After finishing speaking, Mo Yi turned his head to look at Wang Zezhi who was standing aside, his face regained his usual calmness and rationality:

"Okay, enough of the pleasantries. The top priority is to find all the orphans' bodies. We don't have much time."

Behind Mo Yi, Wang Zezhi watched helplessly. Song Qi, who had a mysterious and domineering face just now, was standing there stiffly. I wonder if the other party has been steamed.

——Aren’t they being dropped? !

——Wang Zezhi kicked over the dog food in front of him indifferently.

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After Song Qi joined in, the speed of the three people was significantly accelerated. They moved from one room to another with great efficiency, destroying the ceiling above their heads, and allowing the corpse above them to see the light of day again.

Moreover, they soon discovered that as long as the ceiling was opened, the room would slowly become old and damaged again, as if the spell cast on the room had been removed, returning to the previous timeline.

Mo Yi stood in the empty library, stopped what he was doing, wiped off the thin layer of sweat on his forehead with his unstained wrist, looked around at the peeling wall, and took a long breath. Tone:

"Apart from the lobby, is there anything we haven't taken care of?"

Wang Zezhi thought for a while, then shook his head: "Not anymore."

While listening to Wang Zezhi's words, Mo Yi counted the fragments of body parts found above each room in his mind, and then came to a conclusion:

The bones above the hall should be the arms of the children.

Mo Yi lowered his eyelids slightly, his long and black eyelashes covered the complicated expression in his eyes, he paused, and then took the conversation: "Let's go, let's open the secret room in the hall."

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked out.

Wang Zezhi and Song Qi followed behind him and also walked towards the hall.

After entering the hall, the three of them worked together to open the ceiling above their heads, and the dust mixed with the smell of stench and decay instantly occupied everyone's senses.

Even Mo Yi couldn't help frowning.

He raised his head, looked at Wang Zezhi who was standing on the chair, leaning half of his body into the ceiling, and asked with a raised voice, "Did you find it?"

Wang Zezhi's voice came muffled from above his head: "That's right, it's the children's arms...well, there's also Sun Xiaoyan's."

Mo Yi nodded, and before he said anything, he only heard a "click" sound from the ceiling, and the piercing cracking sound entered the eardrums, and a crack spread across the ceiling, splitting the spider web at an extremely fast speed like gaps.

Mo Yi's heart tightened, and he secretly thought it was not good.

The entire orphanage itself is a poorly built building, and after they opened the ceiling, its timeline reverted to its previous state of disrepair-their actions could easily destroy the supporting structure of the ceiling.

Sure enough, the entire ceiling trembled violently twice, and then the entire ceiling collapsed.

Mo Yi raised his arms subconsciously to protect his head, but he didn't want a strong attack to pull him aside, half of his body fell into a cold embrace instantly, and the smell of mist in the pine forest after the rain lingered in his nose, which was appropriate and clear.

Mo Yi was taken aback, and put down the arm covering his face, just in time to see Song Qi pull away and leave.

He coughed in disguise:

"The wound on your arm couldn't hold back and was hit."

Mo Yi pursed his lips, thanked him, and looked back at the hall again.

The floor of the hall was in a mess, the broken ceiling partitions were in a mess on the ground, only a layer of black supporting surface was left on the top of the head, dust fell rustlingly, and the bones and flesh mixed with dust fell on the ground—— The rotten stench was getting stronger.

Standing on the chair, Wang Zezhi also seemed to be stupefied with fright. However, his upper body was already leaning on the ceiling, so he was hardly affected.

He looked up slowly, looked down again, and finally looked at Mo Yi stiffly, showing an awkward smile: "...Sorry?"

Mo Yi shook his head: "It's okay, the ceiling should have collapsed."

As soon as the voice fell, the whole hall began to become old at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wall skin peeled off, the wallpaper was wrinkled, and the stench almost became solid. The same changes occurred.

It was different from the room when they first entered the dungeon. Although the whole house was old at that time, every utensil was well preserved and undamaged—it didn’t look like a house 100 years ago at all.

And now... the whole building quickly became dilapidated.

As if... was pulled back to the real timeline.

Several "clicks" and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded deep in the corridor-presumably the ceilings in several other rooms also began to fall.

The stench became stronger.

Mo Yi took a few steps forward, inspecting the bones on the ground, and couldn't help but pause in his eyes—Among the arm bones all over the ground, a pair of arms tightly hugged a dusty rabbit doll.

He froze for a moment, stepped forward again, and searched among the bones on the ground:

No teddy bears.

Mo Yi's brows were tightly wrinkled, and his lips were pursed without a trace of blood.

He squatted down, not disliking the dirt on the ground, and began to count the hand bones on the ground one by one.

After counting, Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds, then turned around and ran into other rooms, carefully counting the scattered bones on the ground.

In this room are skulls, and it's hard to go wrong with counting.

After Mo Yi finished counting, he turned around the room, his eyes a little dazed.

At this moment, a familiar mechanical female voice rang out, calling back Mo Yi's sanity:

"Congratulations player Mo Yi, you have completed the side mission: Liberation, the mission reward has been sent to your account, please collect it after the game is over."

Mo Yi raised his head abruptly, staring out the window with dark eyes:

1 hour left until the end of the game.

The side quest has been completed.

He pursed his lips, turned around and walked into the hall, saying silently in his heart:

Among these bones, two corpses are missing.

To be precise, it was the remains of a pair of brothers.

They own a teddy bear.