Chapter 93

The mechanical female voice reverberated in the open and dark corridor, as if seeping from the walls in all directions:

" Your only task is to live six hours in a mental hospital. "

Mo Yi took a deep breath, forced his disordered thoughts down, and then listened to the next words of the female voice.

Listen to it and continue without ups and downs:

"here are the tips for you:

up is down, going is staying, life is death, and you are me.

Have a good time. "

The female voice disappears, and darkness and silence return to the whole corridor.

Then, as the echo of the last byte disappears into the air, the overhead light suddenly lights up without warning.

The cold and pale lights rustled on the dirty ceiling, illuminating a small section of the corridor in front of you. The blood and fingerprints on the wall precipitated into dark brown, which was more clear and dazzling in the pale light.

The corridor not far away is still shrouded in darkness.

The desks, chairs and paper lying on the ground in disorder rose in the dark into a vague shadow, which looked like some kind of sleeping creature.

Mo Yi's eyebrows are tight, his cold fingers are slightly tightened, and the metal tube of the flashlight under his palm is sharp and angular close to the skin, which is slightly dull and painful.

In the past, the copy will start after the players meet. This time, Mo Yi has announced the start of the game without seeing a player's shadow.

This is a huge change in the rules of the whole game. Such a change without warning makes the whole game full of uncertainty.

He slowly recited the hint in his heart, chewing word by word, but still nothing.

Mo Yi stood in the same place and observed the corridor where he was. The half bright and half dark light above his head illuminated the scene in front of him.

A solid brick wall looks impregnable, covered with dirty stains and dried blood, and the pale column of flashlight slides to where the dim light cannot shine - the whole wall has no windows.

This corridor is completely closed. Without a window, you can't see the countdown. It also means that Wen Chen can't enter this copy.

He can't actively invade the dungeon unless the player in it accidentally puts it in.

And the last copy happens to be semi closed state, half of the copies are exposed outside, so Wen Chen can follow into the room.

Mo Yi can't help but feel some pity. Although he doesn't think Wen Chen can bring him much help in decryption, having such a NPC willing to save people is always a safeguard to prevent him from playing off.

At present subconsciously appears that pair of light gray eyes, Mo Yi can't help but be a little distracted.

I don't know if it's his illusion. He always feels that Wen Chen looks at his eyes Always focus on the incredible, as if It wasn't the first time they met.

Mo Yi frowns and dispels his inexplicable thoughts.

The light on the top of the head makes a Zizi sound and difficultly emits a weak light. The shadow of the corridor is flickering in front of you. The darkness seems to be waiting for an opportunity to move.

Mo Yi stood in the same place for a pause, and then chose a direction to go forward.

The light of the flashlight is always very weak and small in front of the heavy darkness, which can only slightly light the road in front of you.

In front of Mo Yi, the messy tables and chairs piled up on the ground block in front of him. He carefully bypasses those dusty obstacles and is careful not to touch any object.

After all, the corridor is too quiet now. It's not good to make a sound and disturb something in the dark.

Mo Yi walked forward slowly. The dim light behind him stretched his shadow. The front end of the shadow blurred into the darkness of the shadow. The light column of the flashlight in his hand swayed slightly with the range of his walking.

The smell of blood, rust and salty smell becomes strong in the air, and the concentration gradually increases with each step of Mo Yi's approach. The thin blood mist is almost condensed, and the dark corridor is filled with an unknown meaning.

Mo Yi felt his feet slip, and his heart was palpitating. He quickly helped one side of the wall to stabilize his body.

The flashlight's light shines down, and the aperture swings across the ground, illuminating your feet.

Mo Yi's heart is slightly tight.

His feet were covered with bright red to dazzling bloodstains, which covered the whole ground like a lake. Mo Yi could almost see the reflection of his flashlight light on it.

Unlike the dark brown, dried up bloodstains in the corridor, they are fresh, scarlet, dazzling, giving off the smell of death, strongly imprinting the red on the retina.

Mo Yi's heart sank slightly.

His wrist lifted up a little, and the furniture around the blood pool was covered with blood stains, which made people feel cold.On the ground, there were drags of blood that stretched far into the thick darkness.

Mo Yi subconsciously relaxed his breath and walked slowly forward.

The side of his body was the same room as when he woke up. It must be the ward of mental hospital. The door of some wards is locked deeply. Only through a piece of gray glass above can you peep into the inside.

Some of the doors were open, and Mo Yi swept in with the light of a flashlight, illuminating some dark corners inside.

There are no windows in any room, but the cold air still seeps in slowly, eroding the remaining body temperature of Mo Yi, making him get goose bumps.

Every ward is a mess, beds, tables, chairs, incomplete fall in the dust, blood dried up and solidified into dark brown spots, almost everywhere.

Mo Yi cautiously follows the blood trace that stretches forward to move the pace, around one obstacle after another in front of him.

After walking more than ten meters, he finally reached the end of the corridor.

It was a mottled iron railing with diamond shaped steel pillars. Mo Yi tried to pull it, but he found that it did not move. It only gave out a rusty rattle. With his movements, the debris of rust and dust came down one after another, floating in the light of the flashlight.

Mo Yi gets closer and finds that there is a steel door under the iron railing.

It seems that A little like an elevator?

Mo Yi moved the flashlight in his hand and lit up the wall --

sure enough, there were elevator buttons on the wall, but there was only one. The logo on the wall was vague and could not see the original appearance.

Mo Yi pressed the button, but there was no movement in the elevator in front of him. He looked carefully and saw that there was a narrow bayonet above the button.

It seems that this elevator can't be started without staff swiping cards.

Sure enough, all the copies will not be so easy to pass.

Mo Yi sighed without any regret, and then turned around to search the whole corridor carefully for the elevator card that could start the elevator.

Just as he was about to turn around At the other end of the corridor came a heavy, slow footstep.

It was dangerous and uneasy in the dark.

When Mo Yi's scalp exploded, a chill seeped from the bottom of his heart, making his hands and feet cold, but a layer of hot sweat came out of his forehead.

He subconsciously put out the flashlight in his hand, and then dodged into the half open ward.

Close to the back of the cold and damp wall, cold and hard touch along the contact skin into the bone marrow.

Mo Yi covers his mouth and nose with his palm to prevent his sudden rapid breathing from betraying his position.

The heavy shuffle of footsteps drew nearer and nearer.

Step by step, as if stepping on his heart.

Mo Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes slowly adapted to the heavy darkness in front of him.

The smell of blood grew stronger.

Mo Yi felt that his back neck was a little chilly, and the sense of danger of shivering hit him. If he felt stiff, he turned his head.

In the blurred narrow line of sight, his eyes on the side of the dark in a pair of blood red eyeballs -!

In the dead silence, the heavy footfalls were still approaching.

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