After hearing Mo Yi's words, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill all over.

By default they are part of this orphanage...?

What's the meaning?

The cloud of fear slowly enveloped everyone's hearts, making them unable to control their random thoughts.

Mo Yi paused and continued, "I noticed that the sign of the bed I woke up was signed with my name. If my guess is correct, you should be the same, right?"

Everyone's faces looked ugly.

Mo Yi continued: "When you rest today, you must return to your bed."

Other players obviously thought of this, and their expressions suddenly became even more dismal.

This copy is obviously timed according to the number of days, and every night will naturally be the most dangerous time of the entire period.

The rule discovered now is obviously to separate everyone at this most dangerous moment.

This operation is disgusting.

While everyone was thinking about it, Mo Yi lowered his head, flipped through his backpack, and took out a pen and a convenience sign.

He walked to the table on the side, leaned down, held the pen holder with slender fingers, and wrote on the convenience sign. Soon after, he stood up and stuck the convenience sign to the wall beside him.

Everyone hurried over to watch.

I saw that the ink blue handwriting on the light yellow paper was not dry, exuding a faint humorous fragrance. The powerful handwriting was neatly arranged on the notes, and the content was written was the timetable for the entire orphanage.

The man next to him asked with some concern: "Are you sure you remember correctly? If this is a little wrong... we will die."

Mo Yi looked up and recognized him instantly. This person was the new man who had grabbed his collar and questioned him.

Before he could say something, Song Qi, who had been silent since the moment, suddenly walked up. His pair of extremely light-colored pupils looked at the man without emotion, and said with joy and anger:

"If you don't believe it, just go and see it yourself."

After saying that, he chuckled slightly with some ridicule:

"The Dean's Office is prohibited from entering any time."

Perhaps because of the previous psychological shadow, the man was shrunk by Song Qi, took a few steps back, and then subconsciously looked at the sticky note paper-

Song Qi is right, no matter what time the dean’s office is, it is forbidden.

Then, what he implies is clear:

As long as you enter the dean's office, you will violate the rules and will be strangled. If you question Mo Yi's information exchanged for his life, then you can confirm it yourself.

The man kept silent as he was a little cowardly.

Song Qi's face was gloomy. He grabbed Mo Yi's arm and strode forward with an undeniable gentle force, dragging him back to the room he woke up.

Before Mo Yi could react to what was going on, he was pressed on his shoulder and followed Song Qi's force and sat in a daze on the bed with his name written on it.

Song Qi squatted in front of the bed and carefully held up his left hand.

The thin lips with clear contours were pursed tightly, almost a little white.

He looked at Mo Yi's hand.

Because the incident happened suddenly, they hurriedly went to get along with other players, so the wound on Mo Yi's hand has not yet been dealt with yet.

...Mo Yi held on until now without saying a word with such a wound.

Perhaps because of excessive blood loss, the back of his hand was white and almost transparent, and the dislocated and broken fingers were barely hanging, and the slender five fingers were trembling physiologically and violently, lying in Song Qi's palm coldly and stiffly.

Song Qi lowered his eyes and stared at Mo Yi's palm. There was no expression on his cold and hard face. He asked without raising his head:

"Do you have something to bring treatment?"

Mo Yi nodded after realizing it, reached out and grabbed his backpack, but was blocked by Song Qi in the middle:

"I'll do it."

He pulled open the chain of his backpack and searched through it to find the bottle of disinfectant, bandage, and anti-inflammatory drugs.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qi raised his index and middle fingers expressionlessly, and then bent: "Look, rabbit."

Mo Yi looked up confused: Ah?

The next second, while Mo Yi's eyes were attracted by his movements, Song Qi exerted his force!

With a crisp "click" sound, Mo Yi's dislocated fingers were correctly corrected by Song Qi.

"Damn it!!" Mo Yi swears in pain for a moment, almost burst into tears, his whole body trembled like a sieve, and he trembled with his left hand that was painful, and he could not say anything.

Song Qi unconsciously softened his facial lines, reached out to get the disinfectant and wound medicine next to him, and after he treated the wound, he carefully and cautiously wrapped it tightly with a bandage.

Mo Yi was in a daze throughout the whole process, watching Song Qi wrap his hand into rice dumplings with a blank look on his face. It took him a long time to find his voice.

"you……"

Song Qi looked at Mo Yi's face and couldn't help but soften his eyebrows and eyes. He chuckled softly:

"If you feel you haven't seen enough, then I'll ask you to see the rabbit next time I get hurt."

Mo Yi: “…???”

Is this his uncle still addicted?

Although he knew that Song Qi did this to divert his attention, why was he still so angry?

Mo Yi grinded his back teeth and looked at his left hand that was wrapped tightly like a rice dumpling, determined to reduce the number of injuries in the future.

Suddenly, Mo Yi seemed to think of something, was a little stunned, and then looked at the watch on his wrist.

At the beginning of the game, he adjusted the time on the watch and the countdown of the copy to match so that he could watch the time at any time.

The hand on the watch pointed at 8:40.

This means that the game has been going on for 8 hours and 40 minutes so far.

After a while, Mo Yi thought about it, contacted the time when he was ringing the bell, the room where the two people died, and combined with the timetable he saw, and quickly came to the conclusion.

Although it is pitch black outside the building during the game, there are two concepts of "day" and "night" in this copy.

They should have started the game "12 noon" in the dungeon, and then entered the free activity time stipulated by the orphanage. According to that rule, during the free activity time, orphans are prohibited from entering other places except for being able to move in the hall, bedroom, and game house.

——So no one was injured or killed except for the person who entered the restaurant without authorization.

Next was dinner time at 5 pm. After lunch, they entered the free activity time again. During this period, the person who entered the library without authorization and Mo Yi, who went to the dean's office to commit suicide, were punished - one was killed and the other was injured.

According to the schedule, the lights are turned off at 9 pm.

And now it's 8:40.

Mo Yi's expression became solemn in an instant. He speeded up his speech, quickly told Song Qi his inference, and then said:

"You should go back to your room now. If possible, please notify other players and try not to leave the room at night."

Song Qi nodded, helped him take the things back into his backpack, and then walked outward.

He stayed at the door for a moment, turned his head and looked at Mo Yi deeply: "See you tomorrow."

Mo Yi smiled and said, "See you tomorrow."

Not long after Song Qi left, all the lights in the entire room automatically went out.

Mo Yi looked at the electronic watch on his wrist: Sure enough, the pointer pointed to exactly nine o'clock.

It seems that his speculation is not wrong.

Mo Yi let out a long breath, then he stuffed himself into the narrow bed awkwardly, putting his long legs on the railing at the end of the bed, and then he barely stretched out.

The whole room was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers. There was only the window that was not completely sealed by the wooden board, and a little blue light was slight.

Mo Yi closed his eyes and forced himself not to imagine what kind of danger was lurking in the darkness.

Before he knew it, he slowly brewed a little sleepy.

Just as he was vaguely conscious and was about to fall asleep, Mo Yi heard a gentle, childish laughter from his ear:

“foundyou~”

The sound was very close, as if the person who was talking was lying beside his pillow and murmured quietly beside his ears.
Chapter completed!