But... it seems something is wrong.

Mo Yi frowned and keenly sensed a sense of incongruity.

The speed of the fog changes too fast! If you look at this speed, it can occupy the entire building during the next break.

The whole process took less than 3 hours, but the survival time they required was a full five hours!

——This is a dead end that cannot survive.

A trembling chill climbed up Mo Yi's back, and he couldn't help but look up at the window in the corridor.

The window twisted by steel bars framed the vast darkness outside. In the darkness, the hanging countdown flashed with faint blue light, passing quietly in seconds, but at this moment, in Mo Yi's eyes, he looked down at them mockingly from the air with cold malice.

Jiang Yuanbai, who was standing beside him, noticed something was wrong and came over to ask: "What's wrong? Why are your face so bad?"

Mo Yi was pulled back from his thoughts by his voice, stunned for a second, and then as if he had remembered something, a small light of hope rekindled in his dark eyes just now.

By the way! Jiang Yuanbai, Shen Lei and the others have all survived the previous escape game! Since they can survive, it means that this game will definitely leave a life gate for them!

But...the current situation, whether it is staying or going down, as long as the get out of class bell is ringed and the thick fog begins to spread, they will have no way to die.

——So, will the teacher’s office on the fourth floor be a turning point in this dead end?

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuanbai, with his pale face and his eyes lit up amazingly:

“We have to go upstairs as soon as possible.”

At this moment, the class bell rang. As the ringtone rang, the entire corridor was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally returned to its original state.

"And, within these 45 minutes, we had to think of a way to go upstairs." Mo Yi added.

Jiang Yuanbai also recovered at this moment, realizing that the speed of the fog made their survival almost impossible, and the blood on his face faded cleanly in an instant.

He held Mo Yi's arm anxiously and said in a trembling voice: "What are you waiting for? Let's..."

Mo Yi's eyes, which looked like he was splashing cold water on him, causing him to swallow the words behind him back into his throat, and then let Mo Yi go awkwardly.

"The ghosts on every floor are stopping us from walking upwards. Now going to the stairwell is completely a death sentence."

Jiang Yuanbai calmed down at this moment, scratched his head with a little embarrassed look, and asked humbly: "Then what are we doing next?"

"Find clues." Mo Yiyangyang raised the notebook and documents in his hand, and smiled: "Since every layer of ghosts is related to Zhao Qiulan's resentment, as long as we figure out what her resentment is, we can know how ghosts kill people."

——Only in this way, we can be prepared when we go upstairs.

Jiang Yuanbai's face was a little heavy, and he nodded slowly.

Based on the experience of the two floors before, without going upstairs, as long as you don’t commit suicide and actively disturb the locations of the ghosts - such as Li Yunya who goes to the toilet, and Shen Lei and his group who take the initiative to enter the illusion of the photo, you can be safe. On this completely unfamiliar third floor, you may be able to touch lightning every step you take.

However, the classroom of Class 3 is a special existence: since it will appear on each floor, if there are really any other existences here, I am afraid that it will be killed on the first floor.

What's more, there may be some new clues to be found here.

After making up his mind, Mo Yi pushed open the classroom door, sat on the ground behind the classroom, opened the notebook again, and then started reading the place where he fell last time.

There is very little left, the gap between the date and the date is getting longer and longer, the number of pages that are incomplete and painted behind is increasing, and the handwriting is becoming more and more sloppy and ignorant. The only thing that remains unchanged is the sentence "Today will be a wonderful day."

One of them caught Mo Yi's attention: "September 1, 1994. I was popular with my classmates, they..." Then there was a large blackened handwriting, and the final conclusion was four crooked small words: "Will be today". Then it ended abruptly.

This sentence has not been finished... Why?

Mo Yi was a little confused, so he handed the notebook to Jiang Yuanbai, changed the file folder he was reading and started reading.

The clip is very thin, and it is obviously Zhao Qiulan's personal profile.

Mo Yi looked at the photo above the file for a few seconds.

It was a short and thin girl wearing a big, old dirty shirt, looking withdrawn and timid, and she showed a timid smile towards the camera.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, abandoned the emotions that surged in his heart in an instant, and continued to look down.

The information given above is still pitiful.

Only her admission time, test scores and other cold numbers.

Mo Yi turned a page, and the leave time on it attracted his attention:

On December 21, 1993, I took seven days off. Reason for taking leave: funeral. Reply: Accepted leave.

Seven days later, it happened to be the 28th, which is the day when my father's name was missing from my laptop.

Mo Yi thought about it and continued to watch.

On January 7, 1994, a new leave note was found. This time, the leave note was longer, which lasted for more than half a month. The reason for taking leave was frightened, funerals and... transcripts.

Combined with Hanako's story, a clear clue was spelled out. The mother killed her father and then went to her daughter's school to commit suicide. The innocent child lost his parents in just a few days and was stigmatized by the murderer's daughter.

Mo Yi turned to the next page and was instantly startled by the dense red words on it. The whole place was full of big and small mistakes, including fighting, stealing, cheating, etc.

Did this little girl become a bad girl after losing her parents? But the next second, Mo Yi gave up this idea.

Because after each punishment, there will always be a few identical names.

Whether it is involved in a fight, or reporting and exposing it, there are many, and among the more than 20 punishments, the names of these people are surprisingly high.

At the bottom of this page, there is an increased and bold punishment: September 1, 1994, first-level punishment, a warning for dropping out of school, reason: spreading obscene materials.

——September 1, the most abnormal date in the notebook, the date that didn’t even write "Today will be a wonderful day".

Mo Yi's eyes turned cold, and he reached out to pick up a yellowed photo in the file: the thin girl's clothes were scattered, sobbing and curling up, her broken shirt could not block the young body that had just developed below. The marks of the beating were imprinted on her skin. Several hands stretched out from outside the camera, firmly holding her limbs to prevent her from resisting.

Mo Yi's eyes darkened, and his face looked a little cold under the light.

He now knows why the photos have become the ghosts who dominate their life and death on the second floor.

Mo Yi stretched out his hand and was about to turn the next page. But Jiang Yuanbai beside him screamed: "Hey! Look at what I found."

Mo Yi looked up and saw that he picked up a piece of paper falling beside him with excitement and said, "I just shook my notebook, but this one floated out of it!"

Jiang Yuanbai looked at the paper, and his expression of excitement just now became a little disappointed, and he said with confusion: "What... I am so happy." After saying that, he smiled: "But, it turns out that little girls from any era will like this kind of thing."

Mo Yi's heart thumped and he leaned over to look at the wrinkled paper.

It is actually a magazine cover. After being neatly cut off, it is carefully folded. The pattern on it looks extremely simple and rough now, and the color scheme is also very dazzling, but the row of titles in the lower left corner firmly attracted Mo Yi's attention:

"Fun Talk: Seven Incredibles."

When I saw the small words below, my thoughts flashed through his mind like a thunderous version!

All the clues were carefully bitten in my mind.

Mo Yi's breathing was a little rapid and his eyes were amazing. He seemed to hear his blood surging against his blood vessels and rhythmically hitting his eardrums.

He was a little excited for a long time.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and stretched out his finger to Jiang Yuanbai to see.

Jiang Yuanbai looked at it intently and saw the small words under the title read:

"Photos that can move, the 13th stairs, the sound of balls shooting in the unmanned gymnasium...the mirror at night, and the flower in the toilet. What are the seven incredible things?"

Jiang Yuanbai also suddenly realized: "So...that July 12 is actually the order of these seven majors?"

Mo Yi restrained his breathing and nodded, his voice a little unstable:

“It should be.”

Jiang Yuanbai's voice was filled with excitement: "Then don't we know what is on the third floor? The second one is incredible! The 13th stairs!"

The rumor of the stairs in Section 13 is that it is said that when you take the stairs at night, you will fall into a different dimension when you count the stairs to the thirteenth section.

Although he didn't know why, he always felt strange in his heart.

It seems like there is a feeling of incongruity.

Mo Yi looked up and looked out the window.

They didn't have much time left, and they were about to ring the get out of class bell in 15 minutes. Before that, they had not reached the fourth floor, so they had no way to die.

He shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of the strange feeling in his mind, then he made a quick decision, packed up his notebook and files, and stood up. Although he was anxious, he did not show his face. He quickly said to Jiang Yuanbai: "Let's go, I can only try it."

When he arrived at the stairwell, Jiang Yuanbai suddenly stopped.

"If I didn't know, it would be fine, of course I wouldn't count the steps, but now I have to tell myself not to count the steps... I will be unable to control myself!" He was a little broken.

Mo Yi thought for a while: "Then how about singing two tigers?"

"..." Jiang Yuanbai couldn't believe it: "Are you serious?"

Mo Yi nodded sincerely: "That's right, it can be distracted." After saying that, he began to climb the stairs while singing loudly as he began to climb the stairs. Jiang Yuanbai stood there with a blank expression and looked at his back.

I heard Mo Yi's voice coming from the head: "Look, I'm here."

...

Should we tell Mo Yi that his two tigers are out of tune?

Jiang Yuanbai thought seriously for a second.

Then I decided to hide this secret in my mind.

In the end, he believed Mo Yi's untuning theory, sang two tigers, and climbed while singing, and he arrived at the four floors safely.

However, although it is safe, it will never go smoothly.

Jiang Yuanbai squatted down and took a deep breath, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.

Sure enough, the ghosts here don't want them to go upstairs.

While climbing the stairs just now, he heard someone whispering in his ears, counting slowly, as if tempting him to count in his mind. Fortunately, his brain was occupied by the brainwashing tone of the two tigers, otherwise he would have been caught long ago.

Jiang Yuanbai was glad and looked up and was about to thank Mo Yi.

But when he saw this man who was too calm along the way, he showed an unexpected expression of surprise and his pupils stared in front of him with tightening eyes.

Jiang Yuanbai looked along his gaze and was also stunned.

The stairwell was blocked by a whole sturdy wall. A gap was not exposed, and the pressure was almost suffocating.

Jiang Yuanbai was panicked and raised his fire axe and slashed it, but the sharp axe blade slid on the wall without any trace left.

An atmosphere of despair slowly came.
Chapter completed!