Mo Yi is like falling into the abyss.

His whole body was cold, and his sleepiness disappeared in an instant. A creepy feeling enveloped his senses. A chill of fear erupted from his tail spine, grabbing his heart fiercely.

He closed his eyes tightly, and lay stiffly on the bed, slowly, tremblingly adjusting his breathing.

Fear penetrated from every pore of his body and shouted loudly in his mind:

Don’t open your eyes! Don’t open your eyes!

Under the thin trembling eyelids, the eyeballs trembled uncontrollably with the frequency of breathing.

At this moment, a small and cold hand grabbed Mo Yi's hand hanging beside him.

The extremely cold touch almost made Mo Yi shiver uncontrollably as his skin invaded his bone marrow.

The cold breath came to his ears, stirring up a small chill on his skin, and fear was like a stagnant floc, blocking his breathing and throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The small and gentle childish voice sounded in Mo Yi's ears again:

"Next, it's your turn to find me."

After saying that, a small, round and hard thing was stuffed into Mo Yi's palm.

The cold breath and the little child's hands left.

Mo Yi was still tense all over. The small round thing was lying in his cold sweaty palm. The slight chill almost made him unable to hold it, and it was so hot that it was ice.

He controlled his breathing, forcing his chest to fluctuate slowly and long.

Silence and darkness made Mo Yi's senses more and more sensitive. He waited vigilantly for the development of the next thing, and his heartstrings tensed.

The boundless darkness is like an abyss that devours all sounds.

Continuously spreading and expanding, the sponge absorbs all movement and light.

Not long after -

Excessive tension and fatigue made Mo Yi fall asleep in silence without realizing it.

When I opened my eyes again, all the lights had been lit again.

Mo Yi lay in a daze on the narrow bed, even with the noisy and harsh metal ringtones echoing in his ears, he could not recall his attention.

His eyes were staring at the dirty and old ceiling, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

Last night...it just passed?

Mo Yi blinked his eyes, feeling that he still had no recollection.

Just survived overnight successfully?

Suddenly, Mo Yi seemed to think of something suddenly, sat up in a hurry, spread his right hand out-

An uneven red mark was thrust out of his palm by the hard object, which stretched across his white palm, looking particularly eye-catching.

And the thing that was stuffed into his palm was still there.

A round, dark and shiny half-sphere lay quietly in his palm, looking like a button, but without buttonholes.

Mo Yi stared at it in a daze, because his fingers that had not moved for too long were a little stiff, and he slowly grabbed it again.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded by the door, awakening Mo Yi from his thoughts:

"Are you awake?"

Mo Yi raised his head and looked in the sound.

Song Qi stood leaning against the door, looking at him with a pair of smoke-gray light pupils, half of his face was brightened by the light outside the door, and the outline was slightly blurred:

"It's 5 o'clock, according to the schedule, it should be morning time."

Mo Yi looked down at his watch after realizing it:

5:00.

He stood up quickly and put the hard object that had been stuffed into his hand last night in his pocket.

Because she fell asleep in clothes last night, even though Mo Yi was extremely peaceful and almost motionless, her clothes became wrinkled.

Mo Yi subconsciously tidied up his clothes, then quickly walked to the door and whispered to Song Qi who was standing there waiting for him:

"Let's go."

The two walked out along the still dark corridor. Mo Yi opened his mouth and was about to tell Song Qi about his experience last night, but only Song Qi was just speaking, and happened to interrupt his words:

"How are your hands?"

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Song Qi was asking about his injured hand.

He looked down at his left hand, which was still wrapped like a rice dumpling, and tried to move his fingertips. A numb and dull pain instantly passed along the wound.

Mo Yi replied without changing his face: "It's much better."

At this moment, the two met other players who came out of several rooms next to them, and seemed to be preparing to walk towards the restaurant.

Several people walked together.

Mo Yi had no choice but to swallow the words he was ready to say back to his stomach.

When we arrived at the restaurant, several people were already waiting there.

Mo Yi looked around the room quietly, counting the number of people in his heart: there are still eight people, no difference from last night.

It seems that everyone has spent this night safely.

Seeing that everyone was here, Zhao Yicheng stood up and spoke, "It's great. Everyone has survived the first night. Let's go and get breakfast."

Mo Yi and Song Qi followed the crowd and arrived at the dining table.

On the dining table this time, there was still a large pot of dry black bread, but the pot next to it was no longer water, but warm soup. The soup really lifted it up. A thin layer of oil floated on the dirty light yellow surface, exuding an unpleasant smell of slurry, and it was thin and almost nothing dry. The only thing that was valuable was its heat.

Mo Yi then understood why the few people in front of them just now left with a look of dish after receiving the meal, and some even took only black bread.

His face remained unchanged. He lowered his head and served a bowl of soup, put two pieces of bread in his arms, followed Song Qi, and the two found a place to sit down together.

Every player stared at the food in front of him, his face was a little unwilling. No one swallowed the rough black bread in his mouth. The player with some pampered appetite even pushed the bowl and stopped eating it.

However, some veterans obviously look much easier than the novice with bitter faces. They already have game experience and know how to bring their own food into the dungeons. However, even so, due to the limited amount of things they can carry, their food resources are not sufficient.

Therefore, they obviously understand the principle of not revealing their wealth, and they chewed the bread slowly and did not show off their food.

Mo Yi's face was calm, and he lowered his head to chew on the black bread in his hand, thinking about whether he would go back later and unpack a pack of compressed biscuits.

However, the moisture needs to be replenished.

Mo Yi knew in his heart that since there is food and water supply in the game copy, he rarely thought of carrying drinking water even if he brought food. After all, it is a fatal flaw that is too heavy and too large in area.

However, if a person can live for three days when he is hungry, he may be thirsty for three days.

While thinking calmly, Mo Yi picked up the bowl of soup that was still warm and tilted his neck and poured it down.

He put down the bowl and his face looked a little ugly.

The strange taste of bitter, salty and sour in the mouth, and the greasy feeling of the soup still seemed to remain on the tongue. Mo Yi took a deep breath and tried to suppress the nausea scent that was churning in his throat.

After all, he has been living a pampered life for so many years, and even if he can endure hardships, he will be awkward.

Mo Yi frowned, and his stomach was a little overturned.

At this moment, something hard pressed against his soft lips, and was pushed in with a clever force, knocking his hard teeth and sliding into his mouth.

The sweet and fragrant fruit fragrance instantly spread, overwhelming the disgusting and strange smell between the lips.

Mo Yi was holding fruit candy, and a small piece of his cheek bulged out. He looked at him in a daze.

Song Qi sat upright, lowered his eyes and looked at his fingertips on his knees. His facial lines were straight and firm, as if the person who did the same thing just now was not him.

Mo Yi couldn't help but bent his eyes and whispered:

"Thank you, it's very sweet."

After saying that, he turned around, reached out to pick up the black bread beside him, and continued to lower his eyes and chewed seriously.

Seeing Mo Yi turn his gaze, Song Qi also raised his eyes, staring at Mo Yi's side face with a pair of light-colored pupils, with a very secretive look.

He raised his finger that had just touched Mo Yi's lips, and there was still the fragrance of fruit candy left on it. The soft, slightly rough touch due to thirst seemed to remain at his fingertips.

Song Qi sent his fingertips to his lips and licked them gently.

The thin lips curled up a slight curve in silence.

Yes, it's very sweet.

Morning ends quickly.

Mo Yi stood up from the low bench and walked out of the restaurant with the remaining players.

According to the schedule, the next time should be the orphanage class time.

Following the guidance of the dilapidated map, everyone walked through the circular hall and towards the depths of a corridor.

Mo Yi followed the last side of the team, walking silently while outlining the general outline of the entire orphanage in his heart: the first corridor, also the longest one, is the room and bathroom for orphans to rest, and all the players were scattered in one room.

The second corridor next to it is the shortest, with only one room, which is the restaurant where the orphans eat at the end of the corridor.

The third corridor is lined with libraries and toy rooms, nested together - the destination they are heading towards now.

In the fourth corridor, the marks on the map are very dirty and blurry, and even a little damaged. The only thing that can be seen clearly is that in the dean's office that is closest to the outside, the marks on other places have been damaged and cannot be recognized at all.

Mo Yi was immersed in his thoughts and walked forward with his head down.

The fruit candy in his mouth had almost completely melted, so he chewed and ate the remaining irregular sugar residue. The extremely abundant fruit smell exploded in his mouth, causing him to squint his eyes gently without leaving any trace.

Mo Yi has always liked to eat sweets, but he has always been very good at hiding his true preferences and erasing the traces of his own uniqueness to avoid exposing his weaknesses. So few people know his sweetness.
To be continued...