Chapter 24

Mo Yi pursed his lips tightly, his face slightly congested:

"If I heard it correctly, this should be the dining ringtone for the orphanage."

He turned his head and looked at everyone and asked, "Do any of you know where the restaurant is?"

The woman who had just collapsed because she saw the corpse shrank for a moment, then said weakly: "...I, I just saw it, right at the end of the corridor there."

Mo Yi nodded and turned around and walked in the direction the woman pointed.

Perhaps because of his reassuring calmness, everyone hesitated for a moment, but they still followed him.

The deeper the corridor, the deeper the corridor, the deeper the flashing wall lights were dim, and the narrow walls pressed tightly from both sides, almost suffocating.

A little glow was shining at the end of the corridor, illuminating a small area at the front of the corridor.

There were two shady figures standing there, as if they were talking about something.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and walked closer.

The faces of the two men gradually became clear: they were Zhao Yicheng and the female senior who spoke before.

They seemed to be arguing about something in a low voice, and their faces looked very unpleasant. When they saw someone coming, they stopped the conversation and looked at Mo Yi who was on the way.

After listening to Mo Yi telling the whole story and the consequences, Zhao Yicheng nodded and echoed:

"Yes, we also found the exact same note in the room we woke up."

The female veteran also said "um" softly and took out the note with the gallows from her pocket.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes thoughtfully, suddenly changed his mind, pointed to the restaurant behind them, and asked, "By the way, have you entered?"

Zhao Yicheng's expression seemed ugly in an instant. He turned his body and signaled Mo Yi to look inward.

Mo Yi took a step forward in confusion and looked into the restaurant.

The inside is not very open, the lights are a little brighter than in the corridor, the crooked walls and greasy stains on them look very shabby, and there are several low long tables and benches arranged in the room, which should be the place for orphans to eat together.

Although it looks simple, there is nothing wrong with it.

But for some reason, Mo Yi always felt a sense of incongruity in his heart that he didn't know where he came from.

He moved his eyes to the wall opposite and couldn't help but be stunned.

There is a rough simple drawing that is not big, but it is just in the middle of the wall, which looks very eye-catching.

That was a hanging villain.

It just so happened to be able to complete the gallows on the note into a complete picture.

Zhao Yicheng's low voice came from beside him: "The new man hanging outside, when someone saw him alive for the last time, he was about to enter this room."

A chill suddenly rushed up to everyone's backs.

The already dilapidated and simple restaurant looked even more gloomy at the moment, as if there was something terrible monster lurking inside, waiting for the horn of killing.

Several people couldn't even control themselves and took a few steps back, hoping to get farther away from this restaurant, the better.

Mo Yi's eyes sank.

He thought carefully for a few seconds, his sharp eyes surrounding the restaurant.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped somewhere in the restaurant for a moment, and the expression on his face relaxed slightly.

Mo Yi turned his head and said to Zhao Yicheng: "It doesn't matter, you should be able to enter here."

He pointed to the end of the restaurant, where there was a dirt-filled dining table, and saw a basket of black bread and clean water suddenly placed on it.

Zhao Yicheng looked in the direction he pointed out, and couldn't help but be stunned, and then instantly realized it.

The other people were still confused and looked at Mo Yi in confusion.

Zhao Yicheng explained: "Any copy that is carried out in this closed space and lasts for more than 24 hours will be prepared for players to maintain their lives. Generally speaking, the time and place of eating are generally safe."

Mo Yi added: "The ringtone just now should be a reminder of the beginning of the meal time."

Only then did everyone relax a little and walked in one by one.

The air was filled with the smell of dust, the temperature was much lower than in the corridor, and the gloomy moisture almost invaded the texture.

The ceiling in the restaurant is very low, with traces of moldy rust on it, and the surrounding walls are covered with oil and stains.

Everyone walked to the dining table with their hearts in mind. Each of them took some black bread, poured a glass of clear water in a cup placed aside, and then sat in front of the low bench in groups of three or three to prepare for the meal.

Mo Yi curled up his long legs a little unaccustomedly and sat on this chair that was too low for his height.

He lowered his eyes and bite the black bread in his hand. The cheap and shriveled bread tasted rough and made his throat hurt, dry and hard as if he was chewing gravel.

Everyone looked embarrassed and slowly chewed the bread in their mouths without any taste.

Someone raised his cup and wanted to rinse the bread in his mouth with clean water, but as soon as the water was in his mouth, his face changed: the water had an extremely strange greasy taste, and it tasted like dirty water that had been old for several months, almost half-roasted, making people feel sick.

Mo Yi lowered his head in a daze, as if he didn't realize the inferiority of the food, and his face was still changing, gnawing on the bread.

At this moment, a hand reached his sight.

The five fingers are slender and fair, the joints are well-proportioned, and they are as beautiful as works of art. A chocolate bar lies in the palm of your palm.

Mo Yi was stunned and raised his head.

Song Qizheng held his chin with one hand and looked forward without looking sideways, as if the chocolate bar was not handed over by him.

Mo Yi blinked, lowered his voice and said in a deep voice:

"You eat it, I'm fine."

What he said was the truth. He really didn't mind how delicious his food was. For Mo Yi, food was enough as long as it could maintain the normal survival of life. The taste of delicious or not was just a worthless packaging outside the food.

Song Qi glanced at him quickly, then immediately withdrew his eyes, and his cold and hard lips were pursed like a straight line:

“I don’t like sweet food.”

Mo Yi: “…???”

Then why are you still taking chocolate bars into the dungeon?

However, since he said this, Mo Yi didn't want to refuse anymore, so he reached out and took the fully packaged chocolate bar from Song Qi's palm.

The cold fingertips unconsciously brushed across his palm.

Song Qi's palm trembled, and he quickly withdrew his right hand, clenched it under the table, but his face remained silent.

Mo Yi did not notice Song Qi's little movement at all. His slender fingers briskly and dexterously pulled the chocolate bar's wrapping paper, and then stuffed it into his mouth before someone else noticed it.

The mellow outer layer of chocolate melts in the mouth, mixing with a faint wheat aroma, with the unique bitter taste of chocolate. The grainy kernels roll between the teeth, warm, and are sweet from the tip of the tongue to the depths of the throat.

Mo Yi's eyes narrowed subconsciously, his eyelashes trembled, and his eyelashes left a deep shadow on his face.

He smiled, raised his eyes and looked at Song Qi, lowered his voice and said, "Thank you, it's delicious."
Chapter completed!