beneathyourskin

i'mherewiththee

foreverandever”

This straightforward poem is obviously from children, and even people with poor English can easily understand it.

The clumsy handwriting and rough marks showed a little terrifying and strange paranoia between the lines, which made everyone present feel cold behind them.

Mo Yi frowned and looked at the lines of small words, and suddenly became stunned.

If we look at the morbid content of this poem,

under...

beneath...

These lines of poetry are obviously a reminder of the direction!

Then what direction is it indicating?

The answer is almost about to come out.

Mo Yi's heart thumped, and blood almost instantly rushed to his face. He took a breath very low and then jumped up violently.

Everyone around him couldn't help but be startled by him, and then looked at him with a confused look on his face and rushed towards the table.

Mo Yi was short and almost lay on the ground. His fingers were fumbled carefully on the rough surface behind the table. It was not enough to touch the table. He also reached under the bench and searched for something.

Then, he paused his hand, stopped carefully, and then slowly and gently lifted something down.

Everyone held their breath and watched Mo Yi drag a yellowed and crisp note with both hands, and then slowly stood up straight.

He put the note on the table.

A gallows were drawn on the paper in rough handwriting, and under the gallows were a series of messy letters written with different spacings.

Mo Yi's eyes became brighter. He reached out and opened his backpack, took out the book, and then carefully pulled out the note of almost the same size in the book.

Immediately afterwards, he overlapped the two strips of paper.

With a "click", the flashlight was turned on, and a bright column of light came from bottom to top, illuminating the two equally thin and crisp papers.

Mo Yi carefully moved the opposite position of the two pieces of paper, allowing the gallows and the hanging villain to slowly overlap.

The seemingly messy English letters under the two pictures overlap together and form a complete sentence:

“allhopeabandon, thatenterhere”

Mo Yi pursed his lips, stared at the two pieces of paper in a daze, and lowered his eyes and wondered what he was thinking.

Everyone standing beside Mo Yi was stunned by his series of smooth movements. Seeing that he suddenly stopped, he couldn't help but ask anxiously:

"What's wrong? What did you find?"

Mo Yi seemed to be shocked, raised his confused eyes, paused for a long time before he found his voice:

"The meaning of this sentence is that the people who come in will abandon all hope."

He paused, and a little strange color flashed in his dark eyes:

"The "Divine Comedy" by Dante, inferno2, was written on the gate of hell before he entered hell."

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The entire library and classroom were almost turned to the sky by players.

However, except for only a few strange poems and a line of unknown words, no other clues were found.

He died in vain all morning, but at least no casualties occurred.

This proves that Mo Yi’s inference is correct.

The entire copy is long, with few people, and the difficulty is not great. The only difficulty lies in finding the timetable and discovering the relationship between the timetable and casualties.

So basically, the way to survive this copy becomes particularly simple - that is to follow the rules and survive the prescribed time.

After the prescribed lunch break, it is the free time to move. Mo Yi walked out of the door on time and walked out of the corridor.

His aftermath subconsciously glanced at the rooms on both sides of the corridor: most people were still in the room, and seemed to have completely given up on continuing to explore during free time, which is understandable after all--

Why bother chatting if you can sit and enjoy the fruits?

What's more, wandering around in the dungeon is a very dangerous thing.

Mo Yi withdrew his gaze and walked forward without distraction.

His destination is clear: the closed doll house.

Mo Yi stopped in front of the door after passing through the empty circular hall and the dark and deep corridor.

He searched all the keys, but there was no doll house on it, so he could only try it now.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, covering his black eyes like a deep pool.

He took a deep breath and placed his palm on the door handle, and a cold and hard touch came from under his palm.

With a little force, the door opened silently, spreading smoothly and silently inside, as if inviting him into it—

It's very dark inside.

A large area of ​​rich darkness spread, swallowing and eroding the faint lights in the corridor. The darkness is like an abyss, quietly waiting for the arrival of the next victim.

Mo Yi's face was deep and he turned on the flashlight.

Then he walked inward.

There was almost no light inside, and the black hand couldn't see the five fingers. Only the flashlight in Mo Yi's hand could dispel a little darkness.

He turned his body and used a flashlight to roam around the room aimlessly.

It’s a pity that the light beam of the flashlight is too thin and narrow, which can only illuminate a small arc range, and it is almost impossible to dispel the deep darkness in the room that is as suffocating as a physical body.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and walked inward for a few steps.

There was something soft under my feet.

He felt a thunderous heart and shone the flashlight downwards. He saw a dirty gray rabbit lying on the soles of his feet, gray flocculent cotton exposed on his broken belly, and a pair of dusty black eyes looked straight at him.

Mo Yi's heart tightened inexplicably. He moved away, but the other foot kicked something, and a crisp thud came from the darkness.

The round light shone through.

They were a few broken building blocks arranged in small piles, scattered in chaos on the uneven ground, making them a little pitiful.

Mo Yi felt a deep anxiety brewing in his heart.

He walked around the rabbits and building blocks underground and continued to move forward a few steps. The light from the flashlight shone onto the wall, illuminating a corner of the rolled snow-white paper.

Mo Yi took a few steps closer with some confusion.

The light of the flashlight appears a little dim in the dark, but it can still barely play the role of lighting.

There is a painting on the wall.

The red and black crayon marks intertwined casually on the surface of the paper, with childish and simple lines. Looking closely, there was a room where several stickman stood together, one of them near the door, and the others gathered together.

Mo Yi was a little confused. The light of the flashlight illuminated the side and saw half of the piece of paper again.

He took a step toward the side, and another painting was revealed.

A stickman hung on the beam of the house, and another stickman stood on a crooked chair, stretched out his hand to wrap around the hanging little man's neck, which looked a bit like a strange hug.

Mo Yi was shocked.

He knew what these paintings were.

This is what he has experienced since the beginning of the copy.

Mo Yi's heart was pounding, and there was an uneasy sound. He moved his dry Adam's apple and continued to move a step to the side.

The third painting is a group of people sitting in the restaurant for dinner.

The fourth painting is the second person who hangs it.

The fifth painting shows a person lying on the bed, squatting next to him, holding his hanging hand.

——This is him last night.

Mo Yi's fingers holding the flashlight were tense, and his knuckles seemed a little white by subconsciously exerting force. He calmed down and continued to move to the side.

The sixth painting depicts a person.

I saw him standing by the wall of a narrow room, holding a flashlight, and carefully looking at the six paintings attached to the wall on one side.
Chapter completed!