Mo Yi frowned and looked at the foggy photos, but his thoughts seemed to be shrouded in these fogs, and he couldn't think of any reason.

At this moment, Yu Li's puzzled voice came from behind him: "Hey? It's strange, these photos just now weren't like this."

Mo Yi's heart tightened and turned his head to look at her:

"What's that?"

His eyes are very dark in color. When he stares at people in a wrong way, it always makes people feel like they are facing the blade.

It seemed that Mo Yi was uncomfortable to see him. Yu Li subconsciously looked away, turned her head and thought for a while, and then replied with some uncertainty:

"It seemed like a picture like a corridor before, probably?"

Mo Yi was stunned and turned his eyes to Jiang Yuanbai: "Do you have a watch?"

Jiang Yuanbai nodded a little confused and said, "Well, yes, what's wrong?"

"Do you think about it, is it still time to finish class?" Mo Yi said word by word, with his pronunciation accurately and clearly.

"Yes." Chen Lei, who was standing beside him, suddenly spoke and looked at Mo Yi thoughtfully.

Mo Yi nodded and looked at Yu Li again:

"You said that when you looked at these photos just now, they didn't change much... right? Then when was the last time you saw it in your memory?"

Yu Li frowned and thought for a while, and replied, "Probably, before those photos started to move? I'm not sure."

Mo Yi's eyes were very bright: "The photos were disturbed because Jiang Yuanbai and I came in, so the photos started to move after we came in - so, before we entered, the pictures inside were still stairs?"

"It should be like this." Yu Li nodded.

Mo Yi continued:

"And Jiang Yuanbai and I were just stuck in the illusion of get out of class bell, and outside the illusion, after the illusion of get out of class bell rang..."

"...It will fog!" After being stunned, Jiang Yuanbai seemed to have something to do, and couldn't help but take the conversation loudly.

Chen Lei couldn't help but take a step forward and looked at Mo Yi with bright eyes:

"What you mean is that after pulling people in, this photo will turn into a... window? In other words, the scenery in this photo is actually what it looks like outside the fantasy."

Mo Yi nodded, then shook his head hesitantly: "There are too few clues, this is just one by one of my guesses."

"But..." He changed his subject and continued: "If my guess is correct, the good news is that the passage of time in the illusion is the same as outside the illusion. If you can live here for five hours, you can also pass the level."

As if seeing the hope of living, everyone couldn't help but lit up.

Chen Lei suddenly said, "What about the bad news?"

The relaxed atmosphere just now became solemn, and several people all turned their attention to Mo Yi.

The previous photo of the broken arm flashed cold and resentful eyes flashed across my mind. Mo Yi hesitated for a moment and then replied:

“Since the murder is followed, the photo becomes a window that can communicate with illusions and reality.

Then…where did the portraits in the photo go?”

Although his voice was not loud, his words were like falling into an ice cellar and his whole body was cold.

Yes, where did you go? Did you just disappear?

No one can persuade themselves to accept this easier inference without any grudges. After all, in this world of escape games, even ordinary things can be fatal, let alone this extremely unknown photo?

Everyone fell into deep thought.

——Mo Yi is the same.

However, he was thinking about another thing.

Mo Yi unconsciously stroked the notebook and folder in his hand, and his fingers slowly tightened. Their cold edges and corners hit his palms, and the rough texture was almost unignorable.

Since... in this illusion, staying in this blind spot without photos, you can pass the level by just having to last the remaining time.

So, does he still need to continue exploring?

Suddenly, Jiang Yuanbai's thrilling voice sounded in his ears: "Look!"

Mo Yi retracted his thoughts, raised his head, and looked in the direction Jiang Yuanbai pointed at. He saw the scenes in the photos hanging in the air changing slowly. The white mist suddenly dissipated in a few seconds, revealing a brand new stairwell.

Chen Lei turned his eyes to look at him, his tone not knowing whether it was relieved or complicated: "...It seems that your guess is correct, and these photos have indeed become windows for communication between fantasy and reality. It seems that we are saved."

The atmosphere has been relaxed for a long time.

Mo Yi looked at them, smiled, made up his mind, and then lowered his head and opened the folder.

He is destined to be a simple optimist.

Because he never believes in luck or coincidence.

——Or waiting.

His fingertips rubbed the rough surface of the folder, and the files inside the clips exuded a damp smell of sunshine all year round, while the pages were surprisingly white as new, as if they were preserved outside the entire time.

Mo Yi sat cross-legged and buried his head in the thin pages of the file. He had read most of the contents in it. After he simply browsed it, he made sure that he had nothing missed, and then continued to flip back what he had read last time.

Unexpectedly, there is only one last page left behind.

There are only one lonely line of words on the empty paper:

"On November 14, 1995, the archives were sealed."

Mo Yi's eyebrows slowly frowned. He had roughly calculated that the 204 days before the college entrance examination in 1996 were about November 14, 1995. So, in this way, the day when the archives were sealed happened to be the time in that classroom.

So, what does archives mean? Is Zhao Qiulan's death?

--etc.

Mo Yi realized something was wrong and hurriedly turned back a page.

That page is no different from when he read it last time. A whole page of small red characters was densely packed with small red characters, ending with the first-level punishment that was enlarged and bolded on September 1, 1994.

The end of this page is September 1994, but the next page jumps directly to November 1995! But during this whole year, there was nothing on the archives!

Even if there is no disciplinary record, there should be data such as grades.

He turned to the next page again. His fingertips slowly brushed through the gap between the two pages, and a uneven touch came from his fingertips. There should have been a few pages here, but they were taken away.

No wonder he thought this document was amazingly thin, because it was originally an incomplete file!

Nine Three, swallows have no feet, seven one, fog has no name.

In this prompt, there is also the last sentence "Yan Wuzu" that has no clue. So, will it have something to do with those pages of missing files?

Mo Yi's eyebrows were frowning, and his dark eyes were filled with mist.

Suddenly, a hand patted Mo Yi's shoulder gently, and Chen Lei's voice rang in his ear: "What are you looking at?"

Mo Yi pulled out of his thoughts, glanced at Chen Lei who came over, and replied: "I think it may be helpful to us when I read the files I got on the second floor before."

Chen Lei leaned closer, looked down at the page in his hand, reached out and pulled out the last page of paper, looked at it for a while, frowned: "Maybe."

As he said that, he put the paper back into the folder in Mo Yi's hand, gently tapped the paper on the fingertips of his right hand, and said in a deep voice:

"But our primary goal now is to stay here for a full time and escape, and don't you say that the people in the photos seem like a threat? Instead of studying this, be wary of the surroundings."

Mo Yi's eyes fell unconsciously on his knuckles.

Chen Lei's fingers are slender and have clear joints. However, it is obvious that his index and middle fingers are yellowed by tobacco due to years of smoking.

He looked away without a trace, then reached out and closed the folder, looked up at Chen Lei, and said sincerely: "You are right. Now is not the time to do this. I am too stubborn."

He paused and continued, "What's more, Sister Yu Li is still so seriously injured now, so why not do this... You go and take care of her first, Jiang Yuanbai and I will be alert to the surroundings, and we will change it later."

Chen Lei hesitated for a moment, finally nodded and walked towards Yu Li.

Seeing Chen Lei walking to Yu Li, Mo Yi tried to stand up, but failed several times. He turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanbai with some frustration and stretched out his hand at him: "You pull me, my legs are a little numb."

His palms were hanging in the air, his fingers were long and thin, and his thin flesh was wrapped around his thin wrist, which seemed to break with one fold.

Jiang Yuanbai smiled helplessly, then walked over obediently and pulled him up with force.

Just as the two of them had their shoulders intertwined, he heard Mo Yi's deliberately lowered voice floating into his ears:
Chapter completed!