Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 27

After hearing Mo Yi’s words, everyone involuntarily shivered from head to toe.

They were a member of this orphanage by default…?

What did that mean?

A cloud of fear slowly enveloped everyone’s heart, making them unable to control their imaginations from running wild.

Mo Yi paused and then continued, “I noticed that my name was on the sign of the bed I woke up in. If my guess is correct, it should be the same for you?”

Everyone’s complexion was ugly.

Mo Yi proceeded to say, “When you rest today, you must return to your bed.”

The other players evidently also thought of this, and the look on their faces suddenly became even more bleak.

The time measured in this copy was obviously based on the number of days, and every night was naturally the most dangerous time of the whole period.

The rule that was discovered just now was undoubtedly meant to separate everyone at this dangerous moment.

This operation was very disgusting.

While everyone was thinking to themselves, Mo Yi bowed his head, rummaged through his backpack, and fished out a pen and post-it notes.

He walked to the side of the table, leaned down, held the pen with his slender fingers, and scribbled on the post-it note. Soon, he stood up and stuck the post-it note on one side of the wall.

Everyone promptly gathered around and looked.

On the pale-yellow paper, the ink blue handwriting had not yet dried, exuding a light fragrance, and the powerful handwriting was neatly arranged on the post-it note. The content of the writing was precisely the timetable of the entire orphanage.

A man on the side asked with some apprehension, “Are you sure you remembered it correctly? If this is a little bit wrong…we’ll die.”

Mo Yi lifted his eyes and looked over and instantly recognized him. This person was the newcomer who had grabbed his collar and questioned him.

Before he could say anything, Song Qi, who had been silent until now, suddenly stepped forward. A pair of extremely light-coloured pupils looked at the man without emotion, neither showing happiness or anger, and said, “If you don’t believe it, just go and see for yourself.”

After speaking, he chuckled somewhat mockingly. “However, regardless of the time, it’s forbidden to enter the Dean’s Room.”

Perhaps because of the psychological shadow from before, the man grew timid and trembled at being watched by Song Qi, retreated several steps, and then subconsciously looked at the paper note —

Song Qi was right. No matter the time, the Dean’s Room was a forbidden area.

Then, the implication of his words were clear:

As long as you entered the Dean’s Room, you were breaking the rules and you would be hanged. If you questioned Mo Yi’s information he exchanged for with his life, then verify it yourself.

The man was slightly terrified and kept silent.

Song Qi’s face was gloomy. He pulled Mo Yi’s arm with a gentle force that couldn’t be refused and took large strides forward, dragging him back to the room where he woke up.

Before Mo Yi could react to what was happening, his shoulders were being pressed, and guided by Song Qi’s strength, sat on the bed with his name on it in a daze.

Song Qi crouched in front of the bed, carefully holding up his left hand.

The thin, well-defined lips were tightly pressed, turning slightly pale.

He looked at Mo Yi’s hand.

Due to the sudden incident, they had rushed to meet with the other players, so the wound on Mo Yi’s hand hadn’t been dealt with yet.

… Mo Yi carried such a wound and stayed silent until now.

Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, the back of his hand was white, almost transparent, and the dislocated and fractured fingers drooped down. The five slender fingers were violently trembling, lying cold and stiff in Song Qi’s palm.

Song Qi lowered his eyes and stared closely at Mo Yi’s palm. The expression on the cold and hard contours of his face couldn’t be made out. He asked without looking up, “Did you bring any medical supplies?”

Mo Yi nodded in place after coming to and reached out to grab his backpack but was blocked midway by Song Qi. “I’ll do it.”

He opened the chain of the backpack, rummaged through it, and took out a small bottle of antiseptic solution, bandages, and anti-inflammatory drugs.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qi expressionlessly raised his head, held up his index and middle fingers, and then bent them. “Look, rabbit.”

Mo Yi looked up, dumbfounded, huh?

In the next second, while Mo Yi’s eyes were drawn away by his actions, Song Qi abruptly used force!

Only the clear and crisp “click” was heard as Mo Yi’s two dislocated fingers were suddenly snapped back by Song Qi.

“Fuck!!” Mo Yi was in extreme pain, and swear words momentarily burst out. Practically in tears and trembling from head to toe in shock, he quivered as he repressed the acute pain in his left hand, agape and tongue-tied, unable to say anything.

Song Qi unconsciously softened the lines of his face and reached out his hand to fetch the antiseptic solution and wound medicine on the side. After he treated the wound, he carefully and cautiously wrapped a bandage around it.

Mo Yi was absent-minded from beginning to end, watching with a blank face as Song Qi wrapped his hand into a zongzi, and only found his voice after a long time. “You…”

Song Qi looked at Mo Yi’s face and couldn’t help softening his appearance. He smiled softly. “If you feel like you didn’t see enough, then next time you’re injured, I’ll ask you to look at the rabbit.”

Mo Yi, “…?????”

Was this arrogant and wilful man getting addicted?

Although he knew that Song Qi did this to divert his attention, nevertheless, why was it that his heart was so hot?

Mo Yi ground his molars and examined his left hand which was wrapped tightly like a zongzi, drawing a lesson from this bitter experience, and was determined to reduce the number of injuries.

Suddenly, Mo Yi seemed to recall something, and looked slightly distracted. Then, he looked at the watch on his wrist.

At the start of the game, he had adjusted the time on the watch to match the countdown in the copy so that he could view the time at anytime.

The hands on the watch pointed at 8:40.

This showed that up to now, the game had been carrying on for 8 hours and 40 minutes.

Mo Yi pondered for a while, connecting the time when the bell was ringing with the room where the two people died, and then combined that with the timetable he saw, and quickly came to a conclusion.

Although the exterior of the building in the game was completely pitch-black, this copy did have two concepts of “day” and “night.”

They should have started the game at “12 noon” in the copy, and then entered the free time stipulated by the orphanage. In accordance with the rules, during the free time, the orphans could be in the hall, bedroom, and aside from the activity playroom, entry was forbidden to the other areas.

—Therefore, except for the person who entered the dining room without permission, no one was injured or killed.

Then, it was dinner time at 5 pm. After dinner, they once again entered the free time period. During this time, the man who entered the library without permission, and Mo Yi who went to the Dean’s Room seeking death underwent disciplinary punishment: two people, one died and one injured.

According to the timetable, the lights would be turned off at 9pm.

And now it was 8:40.

Mo Yi’s expression instantly became serious. He sped up his speech, quickly told Song Qi his deduction once through, and then said, “Now, quickly go back to your room. If possible, inform the other players and try not to leave the room at night.”

Song Qi nodded, helped him put the things back into the backpack, and then walked out.

He stayed at the doorway for a moment, turned his head, and gave Mo Yi a deep look. “See you tomorrow.”

Mo Yi smiled. “See you tomorrow.”

Not long after Song Qi left, the lights in the entire room were automatically turned off.

Mo Yi looked at the electronic watch on his wrist: Sure enough, the hand was pointing to exactly nine o’clock on the dot.

It seemed that his conjecture was not wrong.

Mo Yi let out a long sigh, and then somewhat awkwardly squeezed himself onto the narrow bed, putting his two long legs on the banister at the end of the bed, and was barely able to straighten out.

The whole room was gloomy and pitch-black. Only the window that wasn’t completely sealed up by the wooden boards had a little bit of faint blue light passing through.

Mo Yi closed his eyes and forced himself not imagine what kind of dangers lurked in the darkness.

Without noticing it, he was slowly overcome with a little sleepiness.

Just as his consciousness was becoming hazy, about to enter the land of dreams, Mo Yi heard a soft, child’s laughter in his ear, “FOUND YOU～.”

The voice was extremely close, as if the speaker was lying on his pillow, whispering in his ear.