Chapter 95

After scanning the whole map roughly, Mo Yi found that there was no special sign on it, and there was only a sketch of this floor on it.

So Where the elevator leads to and how many floors of the mental hospital are still unknown.

He gazed at the darkness in front of him, slowly exhaled a breath, and his mind slowly precipitated into a clear peace.

Now we can only go one step at a time.

Mo Yi folded the map and put it into his pocket. At last, he took a detailed picture of the whole ward with a flashlight.

Moving beams of light glided slowly across the mutilated body nailed to the wall, his wide open blood red eyes, his broken knapsack lying on the ground, and his wheelchair and bandages lying disorderly on the ground.

The heavy smell of blood covered the whole ward, all the objects were covered with dust, showing a fuzzy outline in the dark.

After confirming that he did not have any other clues, Mo Yi raised his legs and walked out. The door of the ward was half open, revealing the dark corridor outside.

The half frozen blood on the ground is greasy and slippery, which makes people feel disgusted when stepping on it. The smell of rust and salty smell ferments into a disturbing fear smell in the dark.

Mo Yi holds the door frame with his palm carefully, then leans over slightly and peeps into the corridor outside the room.

The faint light in the deep of the corridor flickered, illuminating the small dark corridor. The dark shadow was ready to move in the depth where the light could not reach, as if there were some restless particles floating in the air.

The half bright and half dark lights tinged the whole corridor with horror.

Mo Yi's ears can almost hear the sound of the lights nearby, just like dying groans. Moans ring in the silence.

Nothing else.

There was no heavy and sluggish footstep, no sharp metallic sound, only a grave like silence.

Mo Yi took a long breath. He didn't know whether he was nervous or lost. He put down his hand holding the door frame and walked out of the room carefully.

His muscles are tight, his breath is subconsciously relaxed, and his movements are as light as a cat with his back arched.

Around the fallen tables and chairs and the rusty wheelchair on the ground, Mo Yi slowly walked to the other end of the corridor, where the staff room on the map was located.

The employee card that can open the elevator is likely to be inside.

Although Mo Yi is also interested in the blood blackened house on the map, at least now he has to find a good way to retreat before planning.

After all, he is not the only one on this floor.

Therefore, Mo Yi secretly determined that he would never act rashly before finding the elevator card.

He propped up the half overturned table with his palm, slightly turned over his body, and skillfully passed through the sundries and sundries without making any sound during his action.

Every time before passing an open ward, Mo Yi would stop and wait for a turn, listen and peep at the movement, and make sure that it is empty before continuing to walk forward.

In the short distance of tens of meters, he walked very hard.

Mo Yi finally came to the door of the ward where he woke up. The light from the top of his head lit up the corridor of this section.

Mo Yi's tall and slender figure is more and more invisible in the light.

He could not help but feel uneasy, subconsciously quickening his pace, away from the only area illuminated by light.

Just as he was about to pass the ward next to him, Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and looked inside -

the light of the flashlight in his hand lit up the deep scratches on the wall.

The ugly butterfly lying on the wall opened its twisted wings. The huge spots on it flashed with cold color under the pale light, and there was blood flowing down slowly on it, staring at Mo Yi like a real eye.

Empty, godless, decadent, with the smell of death.

But in the place where the candle is not illuminated, it is like a deep and rich ink, which diffuses to the outside of the room.

Mo Yi frowned - when he left just now, all the blood on the wall was dry and solidified. How did the fresh blood on the wall appear now? What does it have to do with the sound of footsteps just now?

His heart is full of confused trees, can not find the connection of fragmentary clues, like scattered beads, waiting for a rope to put them through.

Mo Yi pressed the uneasiness hidden in his heart and continued to walk forward.

He had now left the dim light behind him and slowly stepped into the darkness he had never entered.

Mo Yi walks more carefully.

His breath was very light, only the thumping heart beat violently in his chest, the sound of blood flow amplified into a loud bang in his ears, and he could almost hear the sound of his own nerve twitching.

The sound of footsteps just now goes in the direction of your eyes - which means that the deeper you go, the higher the chance of head-on collision.Mo Yi has now summoned the prop back to his palm. His fingers curl up rigidly and his muscles are tight, in case something unexpected happens.

He turned off his flashlight completely.

The dim light of the flashlight was too conspicuous in such a dark environment that Mo Yi could not take the risk.

His eyes had adapted to the intense darkness before him. Although he could not see the scene clearly, he could recognize the faint outline in the darkness.

While Mo Yi outlines the path on the map in his mind, he gropes for it more carefully and slowly.

There are not too many obstacles in the front corridor. There is an empty corridor in the middle of the cold mottled wall. In the dark, there is no debris on the fuzzy ground. It is unexpectedly smooth to walk.

The smell of blood in the air became strong again, and the sticky rust smell, like the cold and soft body of snakes, slowly twisted and tightened Mo Yi's senses, making him feel suffocated.

Mo Yi held out his hand against the cold wall around him. His palms were slightly wet with sweat. The cold hurt his skin like a needle.

Further forward is the place blackened with blood - and then a little further ahead is the staff room.

Mo Yi's heart beat like a drum.

He took a deep, calm breath, and glanced at the room - the door was ajar, and there was only a narrow gap, in which there was a deeper darkness, and he could not see what was in it.

Mo Yi slightly arched, his back taut into a flexible arc, ready to rush across the room, and then rushed to the staff room,

however, at this time - in the darkness in front of him, the heavy and sluggish footsteps sounded again.

Mo Yi's heart leaps. Subconsciously, he pushes open the door beside him. He dodges in and closes the half opened door again.

After finishing a series of actions, he froze in hindsight -

where he is now

It was the unknown room blackened on the map.

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