It seemed as if someone strangled his throat, bringing a crescendo to a suffocation. The turbid darkness turned into a substance, surging like a tide, pressing his mouth and nose, and pulling him into an endless abyss-

"Didi--"

Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, his spine was wet and his chest was undulating, and he was breathing slightly.

There was endless chill all over his body, licking his skin like life, eroding and swallowing his body temperature.

Mo Yi's mind was a little blank. He was stunned for several seconds before he regained his consciousness. He reached out to grop his hand and fumbled slowly, and pressed the alarm clock at the head of the bed.

The sharp and sharp alarm sound finally disappeared, and the room returned to its previous lifeless tranquility.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the electronic clock on the bedside table.

The square screen shows time and date, and the bright green light flashes in the dim room.

Mo Yi's gaze stayed on it for a moment, then he looked away faintly.

——May 9th, today is his second time entering the escape game.

During these seven days, Jiang Yuanrou introduced the information and rules she knew about the game, and invited herself to participate in fitness enthusiastically. Unfortunately, the seven days were too short after all, and his physique did not change much.

And, Mo Yi refused to recall the emotions such as "Young people now..." that came out of his eyes after Jiang Yuanrou's exclusive nutritionist and doctor after checking his body.

Is there anything wrong with a technical home? Have you eaten your rice?

He slowly got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom with his slippers.

With a "click", the bathroom lights turned on, and the warm yellow light instantly dispelled the darkness and illuminated the interior.

Mo Yi blinked reflexively, and after adapting to the sudden bright light, he walked in. He reached out and turned on the faucet, picked up the cold water and washed his face randomly.

Mo Yi was so excited that he woke up completely.

He raised his head and his eyes stopped on his blurry face in the mirror.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, hesitantly stretched out his right hand and gently touched it on the mirror - clear finger marks appeared on the blurred mirror surface, leaving a wet and cold touch on his fingers, as if he was still stuck on the mirror.

fog.

Mo Yi watched his reflection on that small clean mirror.

His facial features were wet, his pale skin was stirred up with a trace of sick flushing by cold water, and his black eyelashes were wet with water marks. The water droplets slid down the curve of his cheeks and dripped on his collarbone and neck, so cold that it was bone-black.

He looked at himself in the mirror with his eyes gloomy.

It was not too hot in early May here, and he did not have the habit of turning on the air conditioner and humidifier at any time, and it was even more impossible for him to get up in the middle of the night and turn on the hot water...

How could fog appear on the mirror?

The unexplained premonition in my heart became more and more intense, and Mo Yi's heart was as irritated as a ray of light on his back.

He remembered that in the last game, he drank the blood of that "human" himself. Was it a sequelae?

Before, Mo Yi asked her questions indirectly during the conversation with Jiang Yuanrou, but she was obviously unaware of this.

In her opinion, the mist copy appears in the copse, which is usually responsible for besieging the game venue and devouring those who are trying to leave the escape game.

The copy that Jiang Yuanbai and Mo Yi experienced was unheard of by Jiang Yuanrou. This was the first time she knew that this strange fog could still move actively, confuse, and even attack players.

And it seems that the nameless fog can condense into a human form... only Mo Yi knows.

Mo Yi pulled the towel hanging beside him and wiped his face. When he looked up, the mist on the mirror was completely gone, as if what he had just seen was just an illusion.

Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds, took a deep look at the calm and smooth mirror, and then moved away his gaze as if he was careless.

Even if his guess about the fog was correct, he was powerless now. All he could do was to stop the enemy from the enemy and cover the enemy with the enemy's water with the earth.

——What's more, he needs to do a lot today.

After he turned around, the screen of the mobile phone placed on the toilet lit up, showing a new message from Jiang Yuanrou.

However, strangely, when no one operated it, the mobile phone screen flashed on its own:

“The information has been replied.”

Immediately afterwards, another dialog box popped up: "Do you delete the message record?"

--"yes".

——"Record deleted".
Chapter completed!