Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 6

The circular light from the flashlight swayed in the hallway and it looked ghostly in the dense darkness.

The uniform sounds of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Even though the bright lights from the classrooms were still on, it could not prevent the malice from seeping out of its bones.

Mo Yi kept walking and stepped into an area without lights. The palm holding the flashlight was sweaty, but he was unexpectedly calm.

From behind him, a lightbulb made a “zizi” sound.

Mo Yi suddenly stopped.

Jiang Yuanbai, who was walking behind him, almost ran into his back. As if he was afraid of alarming something, he courageously asked in a low voice, “… What’s the matter?”

Mo Yi waved the flashlight and motioned for him to come and have a look.

Jiang Yuanbai moved his head from behind Mo Yi bit by bit and looked in the direction of the flashlight and froze.

The corridor in front of them was unremarkable, except for the lack of light, it was almost identical to the other end of the corridor.

There was nothing extraordinary as he had imagined!

He scratched his head in a daze, walked forward, and pressed his palm on the wall at the end of the corridor. The damp cold touch spread out along his skin. Jiang Yuanbai was confused and whispered in a low voice, “…No, it shouldn’t be.”

Did they understand something wrong?

At this time, Jiang Yuanbai was shocked by a loud “crash” from behind him. Before he could turn around, he only heard Mo Yi’s voice ringing in his ear, “Get out of the way.”

Jiang Yuanbai subconsciously stepped aside.

A strong gust of wind hit him. Mo Yi, holding a fire axe in his hand, smashed the wall with an unflinching posture. After hitting the wall twice, the axe blade “clanged” deeply into the wall and smashed through. The sound of earth and rock crackling sounded.

From the angle where Jiang Yuanbai stood, he could just see the metal reflection of an iron door behind the brick wall.

“Oh my god, how did you think ….” He turned around in amazement to look at Mo Yi, and the rest of the words got stuck in his throat.

He saw Mo Yi holding onto the wall, half dead, the axe held in one hand while be was bent over panting as if the action had just consumed all of his physical strength.

… Puff.

Jiang Yuanbai did his best to stop himself from laughing at the boss’s efforts.

He coughed a few times and reached for the axe in Mo Yi’s hand and held back the laughter in his voice, “Cough, why don’t you let me try next.”

Mo Yi was bent at the waist, and he nodded weakly.

Jiang Yuanbai took the axe and smashed it against the same place Mo Yi did. The bricks under his hand were weak and seemed to be newly built. After a while, a large area had been broken open, “Brother Mo, you really need to exercise properly.”

Mo Yi, “… You can keep smashing your wall.”

If he manages to clear the game, he must apply for an annual fitness card.

Jiang Yuanbai’s progress was fast and within minutes, he had cracked a gap into the wall that was large enough for the two men to pass through. He tried to reach out and push the door, and there was almost no resistance. The iron door silently opened in the dark, revealing a pitch-black entrance.

Mo Yi was also feeling better at the moment and turned on his flashlight. Jiang Yuanbai nodded and the two walked in together.

A cold and moist smell blew across his face, and Mo Yi couldn’t help coughing. It was as if several months of plum rain had been concentrated in this room. The smell in the whole corridor seemed to be emanating from here.

The flashlight’s light flickered.

Mo Yi’s eyes wandered around the room and couldn’t help but reveal a hint of surprise.

In the small room, there were several dusty shelves on which old, yellowed pages were piled up into mountains. The smell of rotten paper emanated from them, making people almost unable to breath.

It looked like it should be an abandoned archive room. The sourc𝗲 of this content nov(𝒆l)bi((n))

Why was it sealed? And wasn’t it a bit extreme to build a wall to hide it?

Mo Yi carefully went deeper into the room, his shoes raising a pile of dust that had long accumulated. He turned to Jiang Yuanbai and said “Let’s split up. You can look over there to see what useful information is available. We must be fast. We don’t have much time.”

Jiang Yuanbai apparently also thought of the 45-minute time limit and solemnly nodded. He fished out a flashlight from his backpack and walked to the other end of the archive.

Mo Yi went in the opposite direction. As he walked, he searched through the files on the shelf.

Perhaps because of the humidity, most of the paper files were rotten and stuck together, and only some vague handwriting could be barely distinguished. Mo Yi was in a dilemma and looked at the material in front of him helplessly.

He frowned, a little troubled, and looked up to one side. At this moment, Mo Yi’s eyes fell to one spot on the shelf and stopped.

A small piece of iron was nailed to the side of the shelf. Although it was rusty, the writing on it was still recognizable. Mo Yi looked at it carefully and found that it read, ‘93.

An idea hit him.

Mo Yi felt some fear in his heart, but also some excitement. His violent heartbeat pounded in his eardrum in the silence.

He walked out of the gap between the shelves and briskly checked the small iron pieces nailed to each shelf, from ‘89, ‘90 … until ‘95.

Well, this archive should have been closed after 95 years.

Mo Yi recalled the graduation photo he saw on the first floor. The date on it was exactly ‘95.

Since the classrooms on each floor were the same, could it be considered that … the whole school had closed down at the same time. That is, the graduates of 1995 went to school and left, and the second batch of students happened to enter the third year of high school this year!

Mo Yi held his breath.

And the class that entered the third year of high school in 1995 … happened to be the class of students who entered in 1993! He finally figured out another one of the hints given before the game started! 993, footless swallow. If he guessed right, 933 refers to Class 3 of year ’93!

—— The classroom where the corpses appeared happened to be in Class 3.

Blood surged into his heart, and Mo Yi dashed to the archive shelf that said, “93”.

Sure enough, at the bottom of the shelf, under the countless rotten pages, there was a folder in perfect condition.

As if it was not affected by the years of moisture, the pages were still white and looked brand new.

All of a sudden, a piercing scream rang out.

It was coming from the corridor!

Mo Yi didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the folder in a hurry, put it under his armpit, and ran out.

After walking out of the archive room, the scream had disappeared, and the silence in the school was alarming. Mo Yi looked out the window: 3:32.

There were 12 minutes left until the bell rang.

Jiang Yuanbai also ran out from behind him, his face panicked, “What’s the matter? What happened?”

Before Mo Yi could answer, he raised his head and sniffed. He frowned and muttered to him, “Do you think the smell of blood is much heavier?”

Mo Yi was stunned. Yes, the smell of blood in the air had become much heavier, but he was too concerned about the time and didn’t notice.

His eyes narrowed and he walked quickly to the door of Class 3 and looked inside.

Sure enough, there was another corpse.

He sat right in front of the podium, staring at Mo Yi with gray and dull eyes. For some reason, he looked very short. Mo Yi looked down under the table, and he couldn’t help but gasp.

He was missing from the waist down.

Half of his intestines flowed down the chair leg, and the pool of blood rapidly grew larger. His hand was placed under his waist in a half empty hold, as if he wanted to prevent his body from splitting open.