Congratulations on Your Successful Escape Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Mo Yi’s fingers subconsciously tightened, thin creases appearing on the cover of the docunt, spreading like a spider web. The slender knuckles were pale from the exertion, looking shocking to the eye.

His lips were pressed tightly into a straight line, the palour of the lips so light that it almost disappeared.

What happened?

Why did the ringing bell disappear?

Could it be the countdown in the dining room …?

Mo Yi abruptly raised his head, rushing towards the dining room, ears filled with the sound of the wind from the fast pace, making him barely able to hear the sounds around him.

He suddenly stopped at the entrance of the dining room, stopping his body from leading forward. Then, with sharp eyes and agile hands, grabbed the bewildered Wang Zezhi who was running after him.

Wang Zezhi stumbled twice, supporting himself with the door fra of the dining room to stabilize his figure. He held up his crooked glasses, deep doubt and uneasiness on his face. His mouth opened, asking in a hoarse voice, “… What’s going on?”

Mo Yi’s face was serious and turned his wrist, pointing his finger at the dial of his watch.

Wang Zezhi was taken aback, following Mo Yi’s fingers, leaning closer to look, complexion instantly turning ugly.

The reason for the bell no longer ringing was temporarily unclear, but the cause of this was self evident — the forr titable couldn’t be used anymore.

Wang Zezhi took a step backwards, the expression in his eyes changing when he looked at the dining room. After all, he still rembered how miserably the player who mistakenly entered the dining room died the first day because he didn’t know the titable.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, peeping at Mo Yi who was standing beside him.

Mo Yi looked straight into the dining room, pair of extrely dark coloured eyes narrowed in thought. The bright lights in the dining room and the dim wall lamps in the corridor carved up his facial features into light and dark, facial features appearing all the more clear and sharp.

It seed like the colour of his face would forever be unchanged even if Mount Tai were to collapse in front of him. No matter what were to happen, this sort of calm and rational appearance caused one to feel at ease by simply watching him.

There seed to be a type of bizarre magic on this man, causing one to involuntarily regard him as the backbone and subconsciously want to believe in his judgent and decision making.

Wang Zezhi took a deep breath and asked, “What should we do now?”

Mo Yi heard what was said, quickly sweeping a glance at him, sight stopping for a short mont on the wound on hs neck, and then replied, “Let’s get you patched up first. After that, I’ll look for clues in the docunts you found, then decide what to do next.”

He rummaged through his backpack, taking out bandages and wound dicine, passing it to Wang Zezhi’s hand, and then turned around to walk out of the corridor.

Wang Zezhi took the wound dicine, taking a few quick steps to catch up to him, and asked doubtfully while walking on the side, “So, where are you going now?”

“The hall.” Mo Yi raised his hand without looking back, replying, “On the titable, the hall is basically a blind spot. On the whole, there’s awfully few stipulations on whether or not the hall shouldn’t be entered at certain ti intervals.”

Wang Zezhi thought: Yes. Currently, it was still unsure whether the existing titable was truly invalid. The safest and most dependable thod was to stay in the hall.

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After figuring this put, his spirits rose, walking outside with Mo Yi.

The hall was the sa as before they had left, without any tendency of changing. This made Wang Zezhi’s heart calm a bit. Reaching out, he unscrewed the wound dicine Mo Yi had just tossed to him and began to move awkwardly to apply it to himself.

anwhile, Mo Yi stood to the side, borrowing the relatively bright lights in the hall to open the docunt that had been in his hand for a long ti.

The paper was quite new, smooth, and glossy as if brand new. This seed to be an extrely simple and clear agreent. The specific contents of the business transaction were vaguely omitted, and only a very large number was written on the paper, which was all the more eye catching.

Mo Yi read the whole text three tis, still amidst the clouds and mists, completely unaware of what the agreent was drawn up for when all was said and done.

His brows knitted, doubts in his heart, and turned to the next page.

The date of signing written in blue ink handwriting instantly ca into view: March 11, 1919.

Mo Yi was taken aback.

He rembered that the file record on the two brothers in the basent was dated March 10, 1919. In that case, it indicated that this docunt was signed the day after the two brother’s records ca to an end.

Moreover, on this date, the fake Dean who was set up and frad should have already been sent to prison. Therefore, the person who signed this docunt should have a high probability of being the one in charge of the orphanage behind the scenes.

Mo Yi, as if absorbed in thought, stared at the string of flowery English letters signed at the end of the docunt, fingers subconsciously stroking it:

The person who signed this docunt with this handwriting ought to have been a man — this made him instantly think of the ordinary man who was standing next to the orphan in the group photo.

Mo Yi brows wrinkled indiscernably, deep eyes dark and bottomless. He withdrew his fingers on the paper, prepared to go back, but saw that there was a faint blue finger mark on the area he had stroked.

He was montarily alard and looked at his finger.

The fingertips were damp with ink, gradually following, smudged, along the lines of the fingers, leaving an indistinct half dried ink mark on the center of the fingertip.

— Wait, the ink wasn’t dried yet?

Mo Yi twisted his fingertips, thoughtfully watching as the remaining ink on the fingertips started to crumble, spreading due to his body heat, turning into a light colour between the two fingers, like light blue mist adhered to the fingers.

The countdown of the clock in the dining room.

An orphanage that was becoming more and more brand new.

— As if ti was going backwards.

And March 11, 1919, was the end point of this regression.

Such a terrible thought suddenly appeared in Mo Yi’s heart — they may now have entered the tiline of the day, and what they are now deep in is the orphanage back then.

His breathing hitched.

A mont ago, at the entrance of the dining room, Mo Yi saw that the clock was still moving backwards, and there was no signs of it stopping — And at that ti, the minute and hour hands of the clock happened to point at 5:40.

Mo Yi looked down at his watch: It was now 5:20.

In other words, after 10 minutes, the ti on the clock that was running backwards … just happened to coincide with the ti on his watch.

It was as if — two tilines were equally overlapping.

Just as Mo Yi was pondering, thoughts in turmoil, Wang Zezhi’s voice unexpectedly rang out, rousing him from his train of thoughts, “That … can you give a hand, please?”

Mo Yi’s eyes flashed for a split second, dazed, as if he wasn’t aware of the existence of another person in this room. He followed the sound and saw Wang Zezhi holding a handful of ssy bandages with an awkward face, looking at him with so embarrassnt.

One end of the bandage was carelessly wrapped around his neck. The other end was wrapped around his hand and shoulders. It was still covered in so wound dicine and semi dried blood, cutting an endlessly sorry figure.

Mo Yi understood: It really was not easy for a person to wrap a bandage around their injured neck. Just as well. Summoning up the courage to reflect on it would not produce any results, so it would be better to change the line of thinking.

While thinking, Mo Yi stuffed the docunt into his backpack, stood up, walked to Wang Zezhi’s side and took the bandage from his hand.

Nimble, slender fingers properly and sincerely wrapped the long snow-white bandages around Wang Zezhi’s neck, encircling it. The side of the neck was also tightly sealed with dical tape with dexterous technique.

Mo Yi’s fingertips unconsciously grazed Wang Zezhi’s exposed skin.

A sharp, ice-cold sensation roused Wang Zezhi, and he couldn’t help but almost shiver. Goosebumps instantly rose on the warm, smooth skin. He subconsciously tilted his head, wanting to avoid it, but only felt Mo Yi’s ice-cold hand leave in the next second.

Wang Zezhi contracted his shoulders, reaching out to touch his neck, carefully not touching his wounds and used the warm temperature of his palms to press back the goosebumps that ca out one after another.

He couldn’t refrain from having so misgivings in mind:

Mo Yi’s body was cold to the extent that it made his hands cold like ice.

Mo Yi didn’t notice the twist and turns in Wang Zezhi’s heart. After he helped him finally seal the bandage in place, he straightened to leave once more, indifferently looking around the entire room.

At once, Mo Yi discovered that there was sothing wrong.

They were the only two people left in the whole hall.

Not knowing when, three people had disappeared.

Mo Yi’s heart beat fiercely. A sort of strange and unknown premonition, like a sponge brimming with water, filled with all of his sensory organs, the pressure making it almost difficult for him to breathe.

He took a few steps in the direction of the corridor, holding his breath and bending an ear to listen closely.

The dark depths of the corridor was subrsed in deathly silence, light unable to penetrate the darkness, as if it had swallowed all sounds. The cold and desolate silence was similar to a towel soaked in water, heavily pressing down on a person’s mouth and nose.

Mo Yi took another step closer.

He looked down at his watch — 5:30

Just as the second hand streaked across the number “12” on the watch face, the entire hall suddenly began to faintly shake, making Mo Yi stagger, caught off guard. Then, unsteadily

holding onto the wall, he was barely able to stabilize his figure.

When he once again raised his head, the whole hall had drastically changed.

The clean and brand-new chandelier overhead emitted a bright light. The dark green wallpaper and dark brown carpet were distinctly patterned, and the receptionist desk at the door was untainted by even a speck of dust.

It was a completely new building from the dusty orphanage before, making one hardly able to believe their eyes.

Just as Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi looked at each other in dismay —

Deep in the dark corridor, there suddenly ca the sound of hurried and heavy footsteps!

Closing in on them here with a speed that was difficult to react to!

Almost before their eyes in the next second!