Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Mo Yi frowned and looked at these foggy photos, but his thoughts seemed to be shrouded in these fogs, and he couldn't think of a reason.

Just then, Yu Li's doubtful voice came from behind him: "Well? Strange, these photos are not like this just now."

Mo Yi tightened her heart and turned to look at her:

"What's that like?"

The color of his eyes is very dark. When he stares at a person wrongly, he always has the illusion of facing the blade.

Seems to be uncomfortable to see by Mo Yi, Yu Li subconsciously looked away, thinking about his head, and then answered with some uncertainty:

"It used to look like a picture of a corridor, probably?"

Mo Yi froze and turned to Jiang Yuanbai: "Do you have a watch?"

Jiang Yuanbai nodded, so he nodded: "Yes, yes, what's wrong?"

"Let's figure it out, isn't it still class time?" Mo Yi said with a word, the bite was accurate and clear.

"Yes." Shen Lei suddenly spoke, looking at Mo Yi thoughtfully.

Mo Yi nodded and looked back at Pear:

"You said that when you looked at the photos just now, they haven't changed much ... right? Then when was the last time you remember to look at it?"

Yu Li frowned and thought, and replied, "Probably, before the photos start, right? I'm not sure."

Mo Yi ’s eyes were very bright: “The photos were disturbed because Jiang Yuanbai and I came in, so the photos did n’t start moving until we came in. So, before we entered the fantasy, the pictures inside were still Is it the stairs? "

"It should be like this." Yu Li nodded.

Mo Yi continued:

"And Jiang Yuanbai and I just happened to be stuck in the illusion with the school bell, and outside the illusion, after the school bell rang ..."

"... will fog!" Jiang Yuanbai, after talking, seemed to have something in common, and couldn't help but take a loud voice.

Shen Lei couldn't help but take a step forward and looked at Mo Yi with a gaze:

"Do you mean, this picture will turn into a ... window when you pull people in? In other words, the scenery in this picture is actually what it looks like outside the fantasy world."

Mo Yi nodded, then shook his head hesitantly: "There are too few clues. This is just my guess one by one."

"But ..." He replied sharply, and continued: "If my guess is correct, the good news is that the time lapse in the fantasy world is the same as outside the fantasy world, and it can also pass through for five hours here. . "

As if they saw the hope of living, everyone could not help but shine.

Shen Lei suddenly said, "What about the bad news?"

The relaxed atmosphere just now became dignified momentarily, and several people brushed their eyes together at Mo Yi.

The cold and vicious eyes of the previous photo of the severed arm flashed in his mind, Mo Yi hesitated, and then replied:

"Since the killing, the photo has become a window to communicate the illusion and reality.

So ... where did the portrait in the photo go? "

Although his voice was not loud, what he said made people feel like falling into an ice cellar, and his body was cold.

Yeah, where did you go? Did it just disappear?

No one can persuade themselves to accept this easier reasoning. After all, in this world of escape games, even the usual things can be fatal, not to mention this photo that is extremely unknown at first glance.

Everyone was lost in thought.

——Mo Yi is the same.

But he was thinking about something else.

Mo Yi caressed the notebook and folder in his hand unconsciously, his fingers tightened slowly, and the frosty corners of his palms gripped his palm. The rough texture made it almost impossible to ignore.

Since ... in this illusion, staying in this dead corner without photos, you can clear the level as long as you have the remaining time.

So, is he still necessary to keep exploring?

Suddenly, Jiang Yuan Baijue's voice sounded in his ear: "Look!"

Mo Yi retracted his thoughts, raised his head, and looked in the direction that Jiang Yuanbai was pointing at. The scenes in the photos hanging in the air were slowly changing, and the white fog disappeared within a few seconds, showing Brand new stairwell.

Shen Lei turned to look at him, wondering whether it was relief or complexity in his tone: "... It seems your conjecture is right, these photos have indeed become a window to communicate the illusion and reality. It seems we are saved."

The atmosphere relaxed for a long time.

Mo Yi looked at them, smiled, made up his mind, and then lowered his head to open the folder.

He is destined not to be a mere optimist.

Because he never believed in luck or coincidence.

-Or wait.

His fingertips rubbed against the rough surface of the folder, the files inside the clip exuded a moist atmosphere without seeing the sun all year round, and the paper sheets were surprisingly as white as new, as if they were kept outside the entire time.

Mo Yi sat down cross-legged and buried himself in the thin pages of documents. He had read most of the contents. He simply browsed it and made sure that there was nothing missing. Then he went on. Read the place again, and continue to turn backwards.

Unexpectedly, there is only the last page left.

There was only a solitary line on the empty paper:

"The archives were sealed on November 14, 1995."

Mo Yi's eyebrows were slowly raised. He had roughly calculated that the 204 days before the college entrance examination in 1996 was about November 14, 1995. So, the day when the archives were sealed, it happened to be that classroom. When the time is stagnant.

So what does archiving mean? Is Zhao Qiulan's death?

--and many more.

Mo Yi realized that something was wrong and hurriedly turned a page back.

That page was no different from the last time he flipped through it. A full page of small red letters was ending with the first-level penalties of September 1, 1994.

The end of this page is September 1994, while the next page jumps directly to November 1995! And for the whole year, there was nothing on the file!

Even if there is no disciplinary record, there should be data such as grades.

He turned to the next page again. The fingertips slowly brushed the gap between the two pages, and the fingertips came with an uneven feel. There should have been a few more pages here, but they were taken away.

No wonder he thought the document was astonishing, because it was an incomplete file!

Nine three three, Yan has no foot, seven one two, fog unknown.

In this hint, there is the last sentence "Yan Wuzu" without clues. So, will it be related to the missing files on those pages?

Mo Yi's eyebrows were locked tightly, and the dark eyes were foggy.

Suddenly, a hand was patted gently on Mo Yi's shoulder, and Shen Lei's voice sounded in his ear: "What are you looking at?"

Mo Yi pulled away from his thoughts and took a glance at Shen Lei, who replied, "Before looking at the files I got on the second floor, I think it might be helpful to us."

Shen Lei got closer, looked down at the page in his hand, reached out and pulled out the last page of paper, looked for a while, and frowned: "Maybe."

Then, he put the piece of paper back into the folder on Mo Yi's hand, and the tip of his right finger lightly tapped the paper, and Shen Sheng said:

"However, our primary purpose now is to escape here full of time, and don't you say that the people in the photos are a threat? Rather than study this, be alert to the surroundings."

Mo Yi's eyes fell on his knuckles unconsciously.

Shen Lei's fingers are slender and well-defined. However, obviously because of smoking for many years, his index finger and **** are yellowed with tobacco smoke.

He moved his eyes without any trace, then reached out and closed the folder, looked up at Shen Lei, and said sincerely, "You're right, this is really not the time to do this, it's because I'm too horny."

He paused, and continued, "What's more, Sister Yu Li is still hurt so badly, it's better to do this ... You take care of her first, and Jiang Yuanbai and I are vigilant around, and we will change it later."

Shen Lei hesitated, finally nodded, and walked towards Yu Li.

Watching Shen Lei walk next to Yu Li, Mo Yi tried to stand up, but failed several times. He turned his head to Jiang Yuanbai in frustration, and stretched out his handkerchief at him: "You pull me, my legs are a little numb."

His palms were hanging, his fingers were slender and thin, and the thin flesh wrapped around his thin, fragile wrists seemed to break when he broke them.

Jiang Yuanbai smiled helplessly, then came over obediently and pulled him up with a force.

At the moment when the shoulders of the two were staggered, he heard Mo Yi's deliberately low voice drift into his ears:

"——Be careful, Shen Lei is a fake."

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