The harsh and noisy ringtone fell, and all the lights went out instantly.

Darkness is coming.

The suffocating silence enveloped the entire room, and the dead and darkness were like a physical body, pressing down on the tense nerves and winding along the spine bit by bit.

The human senses are infinitely amplified in the darkness and become extremely sensitive.

Mo Yi subconsciously breathed lightly, as if afraid of disturbing something.

A faint blue light penetrated through the window sealed by the strips, reflecting a faint shine on the little girl's blond hair on her shoulder.

At this moment, the sound of shoes rubbing against the ground came from outside the corridor, the wooden floor made overwhelmed moans, and the heavy and dragging footsteps seemed particularly clear in the dark.

Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat.

Why do players dare to walk outside after the lights are turned off?

He turned his head slightly and looked out the half-open door.

A little yellow and dim light illuminated a corner of the corridor, approaching little by little with the sound of dragging footsteps.

The color of the wallpaper slowly appears, accompanied by the dark night, melted into a dark gray that is difficult to distinguish by the light.

——Not a player!

Mo Yi raised his heart fiercely, and a cold sweat broke out behind him.

He made a quick decision and pounced on the bed beside him according to his memory.

The small bed was creaking loudly, and Mo Yi's leg bones hit the hard metal bedside in the dark, making a tingling sound.

The indescribable numbness and pain spread, making him bite his teeth and force himself not to make a sound.

The sound of footsteps slowly approached, and a strong sense of uneasiness came, ruthlessly pressing on a person's chest and throat, making it difficult to breathe like drowning.

Mo Yi's eyes were closed, and his limbs were curled up on the too narrow bed in an extremely uncomfortable position.

He lay stiffly all over, forcing himself to remain motionless in the bed.

The heavy footsteps stopped in front of his bed, and a slight light shone on his eyelids.

Disturbing silence.

Mo Yi forced himself to slow down his breathing, and a heavy stone seemed to be pressing on his heart, pulling him straight into the abyss.

The footsteps rang again and walked towards the distance, and the ray of light slowly moved away.

Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief slowly, opened his eyes carefully in the darkness, and looked back at the window.

A slightly blue light shone through the gap between the wooden boards, illuminating a small area by the window.

There was no one there.

The little girl is gone.

In the darkness, Mo Yi closed his eyes again with a serious expression, and an unknown premonition filled his heart.

It seemed that after the side mission was started, the vengeful spirits sleeping in this orphanage had entities, whether it was the orphan or the thing that patrolled in the corridor just now, they were awakened from their long sleep and moved back.

The whole night was extremely uneasy.

The sluggish footsteps seemed to be tireless, wandering around the corridor over and over again, accompanied by the creaking of the floor, and the ghost was still drifting like a nightmare.

The next morning, the harsh ringtone rang on time at five o'clock.

Mo Yi climbed up from the bed with heavy dark circles and walked out of the door.

Song Qi stood at the door, waiting for him with a quiet face.

Mo Yi greeted him as usual, and then the two walked towards the hall together.

At this moment, many people had gathered in the hall. Everyone stood in the hall, their eyes wandering and numb, as if they had been used to death and could no longer express more sympathy to the new victims.

——I saw a corpse hanging on the hanging beam at the door.

Mo Yi recognized that this was the woman who acted with Zhao Yicheng when she entered the dungeon.

Her corpse's face was horrified and pale, and her turbid eyes looked into the air, as if she saw something terrible, her face twisted into an ugly posture by fear.

An uneasy whisper spreads.

They were talking in panic, whispering the strange sounds and visions they heard last night, the strange footsteps and the figures of children, and the fresh corpses that appeared this morning.

Mo Yi's eyes sank. According to the difficulty of this copy, even if the branch line is opened, the original rules should not change.

So, what did this woman do not do?

At this moment, Mo Yi's after seeing the light of his eyes caught Zhao Yicheng standing aside.

He looked up at the corpse hanging on the beam of the house with an unpredictable expression. A secret smile slowly appeared on his face without any sadness.

Mo Yi's heart thumped, and an unknown premonition came to his heart.

The next second, Zhao Yicheng turned around, his expressionless face was full of sadness at the moment.

He raised his voice, half angry and half sad, and said to everyone:

"Originally... the difficulty of this dungeon is not high. As long as you follow the rules and spend these three days according to the schedule, no one will die! But... someone deliberately started the side plot, increasing the difficulty of the entire dungeon, which led to more victims appearing."

Everyone was in an uproar.

Mo Yi stood at the edge of the crowd, staring at Zhao Yicheng, who was standing in the middle of the crowd with a calm expression on his face, and was not particularly surprised.

——If Zhao Yicheng did not try to arouse the hostility of everyone towards him, he would be surprised.

Zhao Yicheng said with a sad face: "If I hadn't accidentally had a prop that could tell if anyone had opened the branch line, I would have been kept in the dark and hung on the beam inexplicably."

Sun Xiaoyan asked in shock: "Who is it? Who is so vicious!"

Zhao Yicheng sighed in cooperation and threw a complicated look at Mo Yi. Then, he fumbled in his pocket twice, and then heard a "drip" sound, and a small blood-red word appeared under the blue countdown outside the window:

"Side Quest:???? Mission Completion Reward:????"

Behind them are several small words that are looming: "Opener: Player No. 08 Mo Yi."

Seeing this, everyone was shocked, turned their heads and looked at Mo Yi with a fearful and hostile look.

The atmosphere in the crowd suddenly became tense like silk threads, and it was as fragile as if it was about to break in the next second.

The sky was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Mo Yi stood aside with an expressionless face, for no reason, distracted:

...It seems that Zhao Yicheng is not that stupid yet. He said that the props were obtained by himself by accident. Not only could he deceive newcomers who didn't know anything, but he could also cover up the real purpose he exposed last night.

In addition, there were no other witnesses except them that what happened last night. No matter how he explained it, he could attribute it to ulterior motives. It can be said that it was very tricky.

At this moment, a sound suddenly sounded in the crowd:

"So is this timetable still available?"

Mo Yi was stunned and turned his head with everyone to look at the place where he was speaking.

It was a tall and thin boy with black-framed glasses, looking silent and ordinary. He asked again: "Is the schedule still effective?"

Zhao Yicheng frowned unwillingly, and then replied ambiguously:

"It should be possible for the time being without any accidents."

The boy calmly held his glasses and his tone was stable:

"Since that's the case, wouldn't we have suffered more casualties without the timetable that Mr. Mo tried hard to find?"

Everyone who was caught in the agitation also regained some rationality.

——Indeed, this timetable is almost the most pitiful thing in the entire copy. It has no prompts to the existence of the map, but it is indeed the rule that kills people in the copy. If there is no such thing as a headless fly, then the casualties will be huge.

Or, everyone stayed in the same room for peace of mind and was wiped out on the first night.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that every death flag is a clue that Mo Yi is looking for to prevent everyone from typing ggs too early.

Mo Yi didn't expect that someone would stand up and speak for him.

He raised his eyebrows in a little surprise, no longer remained silent, but admitted openly:

"Yes, I started the side mission."

Next, Mo Yi briefly talked about the side quests in the game.

Then, he narrowed his eyes, looked around everyone, and added:

"Of course, there will be points rewards for assisting with side quests. I don't ask you to believe me now, after all, everyone has their own judgment, rather than believing in the one-sided words of others-"

Mo Yiyi glanced at Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan's blue faces with some inference, then smiled and said:

"Let's go, according to the schedule, the breakfast time is up."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the restaurant without any nostalgia.

Everyone looked at the time: Indeed, it would be too late if they didn't go in now.

The tragic situation of the players who died of failure to follow the schedule is still vivid in my mind. Everyone dared not hesitate anymore, and secretly accelerated their pace and followed Mo Yi toward the restaurant.

Although Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan were reluctant, they still stood behind everyone and stepped into the corridor.
To be continued...