<h4>Chapter 112 </h4>


    Mo Yi was stunned. This answer seemed to be outside of rationality yet at the same time, it was also within expectations.


    Jiang Yuanrou blinked her light brown eyes while observing the changes in Mo Yi’s expression, and asked cautiously, “What’s wrong?”


    Mo Yi was roused from his thoughts by her voice. There was no visible change to his expression and he merely looked at Jiang Yuanrou with a pair of dark eyes, and handed her the two maic cards without saying anything.


    Jiang Yuanrou hesitated for a few seconds before taking the two maic cards from Mo Yi’s hand.


    A look of surprise appeared on Jiang Yuanrou’s face under the dim lighting of the elevator. The fingers holding the edges of the two cards turned slightly white due to the force she was gripping them with.


    She raised her head to look at Mo Yi with a heavy look on her pale face. Pursing her bloodless lips, she then asked, “How could this be?”


    Mo Yi shook his head, solemnity lining his brows as he subconsciously stroked the knuckles of his ice cold hand with his fingers.


    “I don’t know.”


    Jiang Yuanrou lowered her head again in disbelief, studying the faded and blurry writing on it once again.


    Mo Yi looked at her and said, “There are too few clues in this instance. I can onlye up with a few simple guesses at most, but none of them have a reliable basis to back it up.”


    He paused, meeting the gaze of Jiang Yuanrou who had raised her eyes, and then continued speaking.


    “The only thing that can be affirmed now is that this instance has a lot to do with the one you experiencedst time.”


    Jiang Yuanrou had obviously alsoe to the same conclusion. There was an abnormal flush on her pale face while her light brown eyes lit up, as if she was suppressing the emotions in her surging heart.


    She took a deep breath and nodded cautiously, the corners of her lips were pressed into a tight line and her voice was trembling slightly.


    “That’s good.”


    Mo Yi instantly understood the meaning behind her words.


    Since their current instance was rted to the previous one, it meant that there was nothing wrong with the prop she used—they are now indeed in the same instance as Jiang Yuanbai.


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes subconsciously and his gaze fell on his bandaged palm. The bandage on it was no longer as white as it was earlier. It was now stained with a little dust and blood, making it look crumpled.


    He held his wrist with his other hand then moved his fingers lightly. A swelling pain came from the wound.


    Mo Yi sucked in a shallow breath, then raised his head to look at Jiang Yuanrou, and said, “Tell me as much as possible about your experience in thest instance.”


    Although the game restricted yers from exchanging information between different instances, with how this instance was so tight-lipped about clues, it seemed that the breakthrough point would likely only be found in the instance which Jiang Yuanrou previously experienced.


    What they could do now was to find a way tomunicate these details while avoiding the restrictions ced on them by the game as much as possible.


    Or… they could actually use this to their advantage.


    Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. The dim light overhead casted a sharp shadow on his face.


    Anything which was automatically censored by the game would be an unrted key point that only existed in the previous instance, which could then narrow the scope of their investigation.


    Jiang Yuanrou seemed to have suppressed her agitated emotions. Pursing her lips, she nodded then began to talk.


    The metal walls of the elevator vibrated slightly with the groaning of the machinery, and the sound almost became a soft background noise that slowly melded into Jiang Yuanrou’s voice.


    Mo Yi’s eyes fell on a corner of the elevator. He narrowed his eyes and listened quietly.


    The setting of the previous instance was a huge old mansion. There were a total of 24 yers who entered, 12 men and 12 women. The total survival time was 14 days. The yers were sorted into different floors ording to their gender, and the monster hunted and killed different genders every day.


    Jiang Yuanrou summarised the basic information of her previous instance, frowned and thought about it, then added, “In thest instance, Yuanbai and I… didn’t try to initiate the side mission, so we don’t know much enough about that instance.”


    A hint of gloom appeared between her brows, and thest traces of rosiness vanished from her pale face:


    “I suspect… the reason why his mission failed may have something to do with it.”


    Mo Yi nced at Jiang Yuanrou and replied, “Perhaps.”


    ording to what he saw and heard after the end of hisst instance, the main criteria for judging whether a yer can enter the Senior Member Club seemed to be the [yer Comprehensive Ability Evaluation], and although the initiation of side missions should be one of the ways to gain points, it should not be the only one.


    Jiang Yuanrou took a deep breath, and then continued, “Although we didn’t open the branch line, we still found some clues, such as the name of the boss and…”


    Halfway through her sentence, her voice was suddenly lodged in her throat, only leaving behind a shallow gasp.


    Jiang Yuanrou tried to open her mouth, but she still couldn’t make any sound. She looked up at Mo Yi, her eyes shing, and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.


    “So, what was redacted was an important clue?”


    Mo Yi nodded and answered, “Yes. Although our information cannot be sharedpletely, in this way, at least we both now know some clues about this instance.”


    He paused, and added, “But… Perhaps you could try to find other ways to tell me, for example, what was the clue that you couldn’t tell just now, about?”


    Jiang Yuanrou frowned and was deep in thought for dozens of seconds, before speaking again.


    “The identity of the boss. ”


    Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully, and signalled Jiang Yuanrou to continue.


    Jiang Yuanrou subconsciously stroked the edges of the two hard maic cards in her hand with her fingers, leaving white marks on her soft fingertips. She continued, “In thest instance, male and female yers were casted separately, so I was separated from Yuanbai for a while… At that time, I didn’t want to start the side plot, so I restrained mymunication with Yuanbai, so I do not know his experience during that period of time.”


    She paused for a moment. “But when I met him, I felt that he knew more about that instance than I did.”


    Jiang Yuanrou’s fingers pressed harder into the edges of the card, and her fingertips turned whiter. “And his understanding was much deeper.”


    Mo Yi couldn’t help raising his eyebrows. His gaze turned solemn.


    This reminded him of hisst instance. In that instance, the other yers’ grasp of the clues in that instance was hardly as good as his—except for the other two yers who’d deliberately leaked clues to.


    And in this instance, Jiang Yuanrou had a unique clue about herst instance.


    In addition to what she said just now… Jiang Yuanbai’s in-depth understanding of the entirety of the previous instance…


    And the three of them all happened to be reserve members of the senior member club at that time.


    Was this just a coincidence?


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes. His long eyshes drooped, covering his dark eyes. His pale face was calm and indifferent, showing no emotion.


    He only heard Jiang Yuanrou continue to say: “My understanding of that instance basicallyes from the basement of that house.”


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at her with some interest. “The basement?”


    Jiang Yuanrou nodded. “There is a secret red door in the basement. We couldn’t enter without a key, but I found a notebook outside the secret door. Although the notes were old and difficult to read, they were very useful.”


    “You found the name Edwin in that notebook?” Mo Yi asked.


    Jiang Yuanrou gave a “hmm”. She seemed as if she was about to say something more, but at this moment, there was a ‘ding’ in the elevator.


    .


    Then the elevator grinded to a halt, its metal walls shaking while the sound of machinery in the background stopped.


    Mo Yi raised his head and nced at the screen embedded on the wall. The number in the small grey-ck square had turned into a cold -1 at some point, and the previously moving small triangle had also be stationary.


    Unlike the danger he encountered in the elevatorst time, this time the elevator reached its destination extremely easily.


    The metal door in front of him slowly opened, slowly revealing the world outside the elevator.


    It was a long and dark corridor.


    There were no lights overhead in the corridor, leaving only a gloomy grey ceiling which was much lower than the -2F and -3F, and it gave people an extremely depressing and cramped feeling which left them feeling suffocated.


    Mo Yi turned on the shlight in his hand and stepped slowly into the corridor, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.


    —Compared with the other two floors, this floor was really different.


    Dirty wallpaper lined the walls. This wallpaper was of neatly arranged green grids, which were almost a dim dark green colour under his light. On the ground was a carpet that had probably not been changed for so long that it appeared greasy.


    There were even two small wallmps on either side, shining dimly in this deep and dense darkness.


    The air was musty and dusty, with a smell of decaying wood and woollen carpets.


    This floor no longer looked like a horrifying mental asylum..


    It seemed like…an ordinary house.


    Mo Yi blinked, and even had the illusion that the two floors he experienced just now were just a dream.


    He and Jiang Yuanrou stepped out of the elevator one after another. The carpet under their feet felt soft and the metal door of the elevator closed behind them, making a hoarse groan.


    The dim yellow light behind them disappeared, leaving only the shlights in their hands still shining in the entire corridor.


    Dead silence spread quietly in the narrow corridor, submerging the figures of the two like a rising tide.