Mo Yi bent his eyebrows and eyes, his eyebrows were bright and his smile made people subconsciously get close to each other.

It seemed to be infected by his attitude, the other party seemed less nervous and his facial expressions relaxed.

Mo Yi had a gentle attitude: "Your name is Wang Zezhi, right?" He remembered that during the team formation session of the first day of the game, the other party gave a simple self-introduction.

Wang Zezhi nodded in surprise, as if he didn't expect Mo Yi to remember his name.

"This is not the first time you have entered the game, right?" Mo Yi smiled and continued to ask.

Wang Zezhi looked a little embarrassed, reached out and pushed his glasses, and replied: "Third time."

He calmed down and continued, "I had enough time to survive the first two times, but in the last dungeon, I accidentally opened a branch line. Thanks to the help of veterans, I finally survived for a long time. I also opened a point store... I also have a little understanding of the mechanism of this game."

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows in interest and waited for him to continue talking.

Wang Zezhi unconsciously used his fingers to clap the black bread on the plate, looked up at Mo Yi, he pursed his lips and said:

"So, I can tell who is really doing practical things in the dungeon."

Suddenly, Mo Yi's shoulders sank.

He looked to his side in surprise, and saw Song Qi pressing his palm on his shoulder and approaching him - through the thin clothes, Mo Yi could almost feel the cold temperature in his palm.

Song Qi's voice was a little heavier than usual:

"So you are here to form a team?"

Mo Yi frowned without a trace.

He didn't expect that "Song Qi" would ask the question so sharply and show the hostility so obviously. What's wrong with him?

Mo Yi couldn't help but become nervous: After all, the other party's identity and purpose are a huge hidden danger to him. If something happens at this moment, the development of things will be beyond his control.

Wang Zezhi didn't respond much. He smiled and replied directly:

"Yes, in this dungeon, I will try my best to help you and assist you in completing side missions, which is also mutually beneficial."

After saying that, Wang Zezhi's eyes turned around the two of them strangely, then coughed lightly, adding:

"That...of course, as a modern person, my mind is still very open."

Mo Yi turned his head in a daze:???

——Wait, have you misunderstood something?

Song Qi's facial expression was not as cold as before. He let go of the palm of his hand that was placed on Mo Yi's shoulder, and then lowered his head seriously and fiddled with the bread in his dining plate.

Mo Yi came back to his senses and smiled helplessly: "You misunderstood, we are just friends."

Wang Zezhi was forced to nod his head under Mo Yi's spring breeze gaze, admitting that he had made a mistake, then looked down at the nose and nose to concentrate on eating bread, and never looked at Song Qi who was getting relieved again.

Harmonious breakfast time always passes quickly.

Mo Yi put the plate back on the separate table and turned around and wanted to leave.

The next second, his steps stopped, Mo Yi frowned and walked quickly towards the clock behind the dining table.

Just like when I watched it last time, the clock kept walking diligently for a moment. The only difference is that this time... it walked upside down.

The second hand rotated backwards little by little, looking particularly magical.

Mo Yi frowned tightly and quickly calculated in his heart. He was stunned. The clock should have started walking backwards while he started the side mission - just like a countdown.

So, what will happen when the countdown is over?

Wang Zezhi's voice came from behind: "Are you okay? It's almost time for class."

Mo Yi looked at the clock with a puzzled look last, then turned around and walked towards Song Qi and Wang Zezhi who were standing at the entrance of the restaurant, and replied as he walked:

"I'll come."

Behind Mo Yi, the old and crooked clock was quietly hanging on the wall, the black metal shell was shining with cold light, the broken dial was still walking with words, and the second hand walked counterclockwise little by little, looking particularly strange.

——

After arriving in the library, everyone was startled again.

Like the restaurant, it has become a brand new place.

The benches and tables are neatly arranged, without a trace of dust on them, and there is an open book in front of each seat, just like someone is sitting on it to study.

Under the bright lights above my head, the bare floor and walls no longer seem so uncomfortable, but rather a bit warm.

But in the game copy, such changes can only make everyone feel chilled.

However, at least with the lessons from the restaurant, everyone adapted quickly this time. Soon after, they restrained the surprise on their faces and entered the room.

However, the difference is that everyone has been much more cautious this time and no longer walks around. Instead, they sit on the stool quietly, praying to avoid any strange things again, while spending their time waiting for the end.

Mo Yi looked around at the people who had survived for a week and felt a little relieved.

There are four people on Zhao Yicheng's side, two seniors and two newcomers. The newcomer who suddenly questioned him was just the top.

The people on both sides were clearly separated and sat far away, with a bench between them, which looked quite conspicuous.

The newcomer who once attacked Mo Yi seemed quite anxious. He shook his legs irritably. Although the temperature here was not high, his face was covered with fine beads of sweat. He reached out to hold one of his cheeks and subconsciously rubbed them with his fingers. His skin was rubbed with a light red mark.

The other people didn't look very good either. Everyone seemed to be frightened by the strange atmosphere in the library. They all seemed to be distracted. Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan were whispering something. Their faces were hidden in the darkness and could hardly see clearly.

Mo Yi's gaze swept across them without stopping at all.

He turned his head and looked at Wang Zezhi: "Go and take a walk?"

Wang Zezhi nodded, and the three of them stood up one after another and began to look for clues throughout the room.

Zhao Yicheng and others were not willing to be outdone. Although their faces were a little pale, they still stood up and wandered around the room like headless flies, as if they wanted to find some clues that had not been discovered.

Mo Yi took the lead to the table that once wrote small poems.

The wooden textured desktop is clean and smooth, looking complete and brand new, without any trace of being carved by a knife.

Mo Yi reached under the table and searched.

Empty.

Mo Yi stood up and slowly frowned. He quickly walked towards the library inside.

The books that look very neatly arranged on the spotless bookshelf, neatly arranged in the first letter order.

Mo Yi took out a book to read it and saw that it was a popular enlightenment book at that time. It had traces of being read, but it could be seen that it was well protected, and it was not the old and dirty look when I came last time.

Suddenly, at this moment, a scream came from not far behind me.

Mo Yi was stunned and hurriedly placed the book horizontally on other books, then quickly turned around and walked towards the place where the sound came.

I saw a new girl standing next to the table with a pale face, pointing at the books spread out on the table with some trembling fingers, and tremblingly said, "I... I was looking for clues just now, but when I turned my head, the book was turned on the page!"

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, the expression on her face was about to cry: "I swear! Really! It was really not the number of pages before I turned my head just now!"

Mo Yi pursed his lips without much interest and turned around and walked into the library.

He reached for the book and stopped.

The book he had just taken out and flipped through was now inserted into the bookshelf.

Mo Yi withdrew his outstretched palm, lowered his eyes, and his eyebrows were so deep that he could not tell his emotions.

The unknown premonition was like the heavy fog after the rain, lingering in his fingertips and heart, and could not dissipate.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

——The search for almost nothing was found throughout the morning.

The whole room seemed to have been completely cleaned up. All the clues, what had been and what had not been discovered, seemed to have been cleaned up, disappearing completely. Even if everyone turned the whole room to the sky, nothing new was found.

Sun Xiaoyan wiped the sweat from his forehead with his dusty palm, leaving a dirty mark on his fair cheeks.

She straightened her sore waist and turned her head, but found that when everyone was exhausted, Mo Yi was sitting upright on a bench with a calm face, looking at the book without any concern.

He used his slender fingers to twist the pages and then slowly turned to the next one, as if he was sitting quietly in the library, rather than being in a crisis-ridden escape game copy.

A nameless fire broke out in Sun Xiaoyan's heart. She walked to Mo Yi angrily and spoke sarcastically:

"You started a side mission and ended up sitting there and doing nothing, asking others to help you find clues?"

Mo Yi's face was dark, as if he was still immersed in his own world.

It took a while before he raised his head.

His eyes were very dark, and when he stared at people, it was pitch black like a dark abyss, which shocked Sun Xiaoyan.

Mo Yi paused and said thoughtfully, "What I worry about is not that there are clues or no clues, but that there are no clues itself, which is to give clues."

...and anything and what?

Sun Xiaoyan was stunned.

At this moment, the dining ringtone rang. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but it seemed to sound much more pleasant than before.

Although everyone had not given up, they had to leave the library and walk towards the restaurant according to the schedule.

This time the lunch was even more hearty.

Cream and honey drizzled over the roasted golden leg meat, giving off a charming aroma, and pancakes stacked on snow-white plates, dotted with shiny strawberry jam, and pudding and apple pie after meal desserts.
To be continued...