Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Like a dying fish, Mo Yimen bounced off the bed, panting heavily, and greedily absorbing the outside air.

The enlarged pupil stared at the ceiling without focus, for a moment he didn't know where he was.

The first thing he noticed was the heavy **** smell remaining between his lips and teeth, and his senses were overbearingly eroded. Mo Yi couldn't help lying on the edge of the bed and retching, but he couldn't spit out something in the stomach of the river, but instead Makes his internal organs tumbling, uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

He braced his upper body with his elbow blankly, and the picture in his head slowly returned to the cage.

Mo Yi's face was pale and he couldn't return to God for a long while-did the previous experience really happen? Or is it just a real to terrible dream?

He turned his head a bit stiffly, and glanced around his room for a week: the same furniture, the same decoration, everything was familiar, as if nothing had happened. The warm sunlight came in through the tight curtains, and fell on the edge of his bed, looking pure and dreamlike.

Mo Yi was a little hesitant, and explored his palm. Seeing the light wandering around his thin and pale fingertips and fingers, he felt for a while that he was like another generation.

He reached out and touched his forehead, as if there was still faint pain, but the skin under his fingers was smooth and flat, without any trace of injury. Mo Yi took a long breath and threw himself back on the pillow, but Yu Guang stumbled onto the bedside cabinet, something not belonging to this room.

His body suddenly became stiff, took a few deep breaths, then slowly reached out his hand and picked it up.

It was an ordinary piece of paper. There was no pattern on the plain white paper, only a low-key bold font:

"Congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and wish you a happy life."

Mo Yi: "..."

Seemingly acquainted pictures, seemingly acquaintances.

He turned the note over and saw another line written there: The next game starts seven days later, and the player is prepared.

Everything is exactly the same as Jiang Yuanbai said, the only difference is that at the bottom of the note, a line of small characters is added:

Congratulations on finding the hidden spurs, and you can receive spur mission rewards next time you enter the game. I wish you a happy game.

Mo Yi was so upset that there were countless questions entangled in his brain, but no one could answer it for him. This feeling was really uncomfortable.

He could only take a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

At this time, Mo Yi realized that his body was sticky and his thin shirt was sticking to his back, which was extremely uncomfortable.

He wiped his face, no longer tortured his head, stood up, walked into the bathroom with slippers.

The water spray from the spray head poured down, and the hot mist evaporated instantly, blurring the mirror aside.

Mo Yi took off his clothes and stood in the sprayed hot water, and the warm water flow slid down his body, dissipating a little bit of coldness. He raised his head at the falling water, closed his eyes, and put the wet black hair behind the forehead, trying to ignore the bad associations that these white mist brought to him.

He had been refusing to recall just now, but those pictures now appeared in his mind uncontrollably.

Near the end of the game ...

The memory of that time is like looking out through a layer of foggy glass, even though I still remember the general situation, the details have been blurred.

The crazy, desperate person who is full of control and destruction is definitely not him.

Mo Yi understands that rational and indifferent self. He has always put himself in the position of a bystander and manipulated his behavior with absolute reason.

Because of this, he was able to survive that escape game.

But now ... Mo Yi felt he almost didn't know himself.

He clearly remembered that at that time, his mind was sober, but it seemed to be dominated by something deeper and terrible, breaking the barriers of reason and overriding it, and even more terrible, it made him It almost felt like ... I was like that.

This reminded him of some very unpleasant memories.

Mo Yi reached out to turn off the shower, shook the wet black hair, and reached down and pulled down the bathrobe on the side.

Turning his head, Yu Guang swept to the mirror aside.

In the mirror, the moist water mist behind him ... seems to slowly condense into a human figure--

Mo Yi horrified!

His hair was erect, his head turned quickly, and he watched the entire small bathroom with vigilance.

The steamy bathroom was empty, there was no one besides him, only the white mist condensed into water droplets on the mirror surface, then slowly slid down, leaving a watermark like a tear mark on the mirror surface.

Mo Yihu frowned suspiciously, for a moment he wasn't sure what he saw was real.

Is he too nervous?

Suddenly, just then, the doorbell rang out of time.

Mo Yi dispelled the weird thoughts, hurriedly put on the T-shirt set aside, opened the bathroom door and walked towards the door.

He wiped his hair casually, reached out and opened the door, and the man standing outside showed him a bright smile.

Mo Yi froze.

Dreams and reality finally merged at this moment, and he no longer suspected that he had a lengthy nightmare-after all, there is no evidence that the truth is more real than living people.

Mo Yi lifted the corners of her lips and showed a light smile:

"You're not dead?"

Jiang Yuanbai's smile was stagnant, and there was a little bit of grievance in his eyes: "Hey, is that how you treat your revolutionary comrades! It ’s unlucky to say what is dead!"

Mo Yi raised an eyebrow, leaned down, and let Jiang Yuanbai come in.

"To be honest, I really thought I was finished!" Jiang Yuanbai continued as he walked, "In the fantasy world, that monster turned into your appearance to lie to me. To be honest, I don't know when he was. I dropped you-God is really breathtaking! "

Jiang Yuanbai sat on the sofa without seeing it, and continued with a look of regret: "Later, my consciousness was blurred. It should be controlled by that thing, but I remember ..."

He frowned a little uncertainly: "It seems like a little girl, she seems to ... protect me? Then I heard the task completed."

After finishing, Jiang Yuanbai took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Mo Yi. The material of the paper was as simple as his one. Mo Yi turned it over and saw that it said: "Next time the game starts After twelve days, please prepare your players. "

The time of the two is different. Mo Yi is not surprised.

What caught his attention was the following line of words: "Congratulations on helping other players to find hidden spurs. You will receive the corresponding rewards next time you enter the game. I wish you a happy game."

Mo Yi frowned, thinking.

Survival is the main line of this escape game, there is no reward after it is achieved, and the next thing waiting for players is an endless world of horror.

There is a reward for reaching the spur line, or simply assisting in the spur line-maybe, is this the key to escape from this terror cycle?

Suddenly, Mo Yi remembered something, and narrowed his eyes to Jiang Yuanbai, Shen Sheng asked:

"Wait, how did you find me?"

After hearing this, Jiang Yuanbai jumped up from his sofa and said anxiously:

"Ah, I forgot to be serious about coming here! I just remembered when you said that! In short-alas, it's hard to say, I will take you to see someone! You will know when you go!"

Mo Yi shook his head slowly: "No."

Obviously he didn't expect him to be so decisive, Jiang Yuan stunned, stared at him open-mouthed, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I still have to go to the gym downstairs for a lifetime membership."

...

Jiang Yuanbai :? ? ?

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