Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 52

The sky turned upside down, like a large block of color blocks shattered and recombined, occupying the entire eyeball, stabbing into the brain along the nerve.

The eardrum was occupied by chaotic white noise, and Mo Yi felt dizzy and felt that his feet had touched the real place. Then he realized afterwards that this time he was standing and transmitting to the copy.

But it was too late.

The unreacted nerves could not support the sudden gravity, and gravity attracted Mo Yi to fall to the ground.

Mo Yi stretched out her hand in a panic and waved in the air, closed her eyes subconsciously, waiting for the next pain.

An iron hoop-like hand stretched over from the side, holding his arm, and a violent attack came, pulling him all up.

Although Mo Yi was standing still, his brain was still chaotic.

He turned his head to look at the person who was holding him, and said subconsciously, "Thank you ..."

The next second, Mo Yi's voice got stuck in his throat, and nothing could be heard.

I saw the man also looking at him at the same time, his sharp lips radiated a sharp arc, and his pale eyes were staring at him tightly, like a dark gray ocean.

He chuckled: "Be careful."

Mo Yi's eyes widened uncontrollably, and he lowered his voice, "You--"

Suddenly, at this time, he remembered ... In fact, until now, he didn't know the name of the mist.

"Unknown Fog" is the game's hint in the first copy, and "Song Qi" is the name of someone else he borrowed.

Mo Yi didn't know what to call him for a moment, and couldn't help it.

At this time, an unfamiliar male voice came to him: "New man?"

Mo Yi turned around, and saw a tall man approaching him, looked around in confusion, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Then he found out that the man's gaze passed directly through the misty body, as if he didn't see a person there, and passed without any wave.

Mo Yi froze and turned to look at the fog standing beside him.

I saw a smile on his cold eyebrows, raised a finger to his pale lips, and made a mouth shape:

"Shh."

Mo Yi calmed himself, turned to look at the man, and revealed a natural smile:

"Not a newcomer."

He frowned and raised his chin as a signal:

"It's just the first time I encountered a copy of this look. I was taken aback. Thank you for your concern."

The man accepted the statement, and nodded consciously, and a bit of anxiety floated between his brows, he whispered:

"It's the first time I've encountered this situation, and it's ... too weird."

Yes, this copy is really weird. You should know that the original copy is basically located in a closed room, with doors and windows locked and unable to escape.

But this time ...

Mo Yi slowly looked around the whole space, where the eyes were full of nothingness darkness, and the darkness was twisting and writhing with boundless malice and danger, and surrounded the platform where they were.

This time the copy turned out to be a semi-open space.

The ground beneath the feet was soft ground, and the entire platform seemed to float in the boundless darkness, as if sunk into the dull, dark, deep sea, which was thick and almost subdued.

In the middle of the platform stands a crooked building.

It seemed to be very old, and the twisted and strange architectural style looked particularly uncomfortable. There was even a depression in the old and dusty roof, and the dust was falling towards the ground.

The whole building looks strange and almost completely out of touch with the normal house structure, it is almost astonishing why it has not collapsed, and it makes the person standing in front of the house unable to see the whole picture of the whole house at all.

The gray glass covered the window, as if spiteful eyes were spying on the outside of the house. The door on the porch was half open, and it was dark inside, as if whispering something, waiting for the prey to come.

——Mo Yi and others are standing in the open space in front of the porch of this house.

There are players who are being transferred to the copy one after another. Their figures appear almost in the dark. Except for a few eyes that are standing fast, others all fall down like a surprise.

Mo Yi watched calmly, counting silently in his heart.

Although he knows that each player is transferred into the copy at a different time, this is also the first time he has seen other players being transferred into the copy.

Mo Yi squinted his eyes without a trace, the dark eyes were gloomy.

Before long, the teleportation of the player is over.

Looking at those players with different facial expressions, or dazed or frightened, Mo Yi happily thought:

That's the advantage of copying being open space—no more rookie newcomers.

After all, the room floating in the dark and the weird room is far beyond common sense, and no one can think of it as a trick game anymore.

Since everyone was teleported to the same place this time, there was no need to regroup again, so the ethereal game sound soon sounded:

"Hello, welcome everyone to STAYALIVE."

The girl's voice surrounds the whole dark and cold space, which sounds extremely strange and infiltrating.

"Your only task is to survive 7 hours in the ancient house.

Here are the tips for you:

Born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, sick on Thursday, severely ill on Friday, dead on Saturday, and buried in the sun on Sunday, this is the life of Solomon Grandi.

I wish you a happy game. "

The straight, unemotional, mechanical female voice slowly reads the rhythmic sentences slowly, which makes people startled in such an environment.

Mo Yi froze.

This reminder ... he heard that it was a 19th-century British nursery rhyme and it was widespread.

Mo Yi frowned, looking up at the void enveloping the platform, and as the voice of the female voice fell, a familiar fluorescent blue countdown appeared in the dark, without a trace of light:

6:59:56

Solomon Grandi's life was only seven days, and this time they survived exactly seven hours ...

-Is there any internal connection in it?

He took a deep breath and suppressed the countless doubts that followed. Then look up at players with different facial expressions.

There are a total of 17 players this time.

The proportion of seniors is not low, at least ten people.

Mo Yi pursed her lips, and frowned in doubt.

Although there are a lot of seniors this time, but ... there are still new people joining.

Before entering the game, Mo Yi had two speculations about this copy. One is that the entire copy is a copy of the membership test, and the participants are all candidate members of the senior club.

The second is that this is a very difficult copy. Unlucky newcomers and seniors are teleported in, and the member candidates who complete the copy become senior members of the club, while other players who have not become candidate members still pass the difficult Copies of rewards are settled.

——Since new members were added to this copy, the first guess was obviously overturned.

So ... is it the second?

Mo Yi's heart was a little disturbed.

The newcomers who were teleported in were stunned and gazing around at this bizarre and unreasonable space, and their eyes were full of fear of the unknown.

Panic spread and fermented in the crowd, swelling occupying every trace of air, squeezing every strand of breathable air.

Just then, a female senior stepped forward and broke the stagnant atmosphere.

She was tall and slender, and there was a slight impatience in her beautiful eyebrows, and she said to the shivering new people:

"First, this game is real. Death in the game is equal to death in the real world. Second, I suggest you pay close attention to the hints given by the game to save lives."

She paused, her sharp eyes looking around the quiet platform, and continued:

"And the thing is, it's better not to act alone."

Her voice dropped, as if something had been turned on. A low sobbing sounded from the crowd. The veteran frowned a little frantically, and said nothing, turned and looked at the twisted house in the center of the platform.

Other veterans also dispersed, looking for clues on this narrow platform.

Mo Yi followed the crowd and walked slowly around the house.

It's just a barren and empty land, with several withered crooked neck trees planted on it, low and yellow, with thin, bony branches piercing the sky and piercing the sky.

There is a crooked path on the desolate and soft yellow ground, which extends from the edge of the entire platform, emerges abruptly from the darkness, and then connects to the twisted porch of the house.

The area of ​​the entire platform is not large, and everyone walked around here shortly after.

Except for a clearer understanding of the crooked facts of this house, there is nothing to gain.

Everyone couldn't help but set their sights on the house standing in the center of the entire platform.

It stood there quietly, in the oddly shaped porch, the shabby door half-open, revealing a dark spot in it.

As if waiting for something.

The senior man who spoke to Mo Yi just said, "... I can only go in now."

The crowd was filled with panic and depression. Some people were almost mentally deprived of this strange and thrilling pressure. A newcomer woman shouted hysterically:

"No! Impossible! I will never go in!"

The low cry just sounded again, and several newcomers got closer to each other subconsciously, nodding one after another. One of the bolder newcomers asked timidly:

"Anyway ... Anyway, this game is enough for seven hours. Then, let's stay outside for seven hours, isn't it?"

The tall female veteran sneered, "You guys."

After that, she turned and walked towards the porch of the house.

Other seniors and some newcomers followed her into the house.

Three newcomers hesitated and chose to stay outside.

As Mo Yi walked, his eyes searched aimlessly throughout the house.

The light of sight suddenly saw-a fuzzy and twisted face on the window on the second floor was clinging tightly to the glass and watching the crowd downstairs quietly.

Mo Yi's back was cold, and the hair on his body instantly rose.

He glanced back to that window again.

There was nothing in the gray window, and a complete handprint on the glass slowly disappeared.

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