Chapter 96

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Mo Yi's fingers against the cold door panel, his knuckles, which were white with force, were stiff and curled up, shining slightly in the dark.

His breathing pressure is very light, as if all the sound inside the body are pressed into the deep water bottom, all the turbulence and ups and downs are pressed under the thick ice.

The half opened door showed a slight crack, and a slight light came in. The vague footstep sound passed through the half open door and clearly passed into the eardrum.

The sharp metallic sound is more obvious.

It's like the subtle sound of sharp edges dragging on the ground.

What brings Mo Yi the strongest sense of crisis is not from outside.

It's behind him.

The whole room seemed to be filled with a strange low temperature. The gloomy and humid air penetrated into the skin like a cold blade. Sharp pain spread all the way from the peripheral nerves to the top of his head, making small particles float on his exposed skin.

Mo Yi couldn't help but think back to the map. He painted the room with thick black blood, like a piece of ink representing the unknown, which could not be forgotten in his mind.

Behind him, the unknown darkness makes Mo Yi stab in the back, and his muscles are tight.

Just then, not far from the door, the light came on without warning - the faint sound of electric current above the corridor, and the dim and weak light illuminated half of the corridor on one side.

Then it flashed violently as if the light was shining back, and darkness returned to the corridor.

Mo Yi's palm, pressed on the half covered door, became stiff uncontrollably. His pupils shrank and his breath was unsteady for a moment.

At the moment when the light was on just now, he saw a figure flashing in the corridor -

only a tall and fuzzy shadow was illuminated by the light into Mo Yi's narrow and restricted vision. He slowly shuffled around, dragging a huge long knife behind him, and making a sharp metallic sound on the ground.

The sound of the sole rubbing against the ground was synchronized with his movements, and the rustling reverberated in the dead corridor, making the scalp numb.

And then - the lights went out.

The sound of footsteps in the corridor stopped as the lights went out.

Not slowly away, but disappear in an instant.

The swamp like darkness and stillness enveloped Mo Yi, thick to the close of the entity of the cold, Mo Yi's back slowly climbed up the frightful cold.

He listened with bated breath - there was no sound, as if he had been banished from the world. The deep silence frightened Mo Yi.

At this time, his heart suddenly jumped up a violent uneasiness, as if every cell was shouting danger! In the depths of his mind, he cried - run!

Mo Yi's whole body is excited. Before he can make any response, he just feels that the door under his hand suddenly moves.

Just a bang!

There was a deafening sound in the dead darkness -

the door slammed shut with an almost violent speed!

Mo Yi's throat tightened. In the re precipitated silence, he could only hear his rapid breathing and heartbeat rumbling. A ridiculous but reasonable conjecture sprang up from his heart, which made him cold

Everything that happened just now seemed to control his actions.

The only purpose is Seduced him to step into the room.

The sharp surge of adrenaline made Mo Yi's forehead exude a thin and dense cold sweat. The heart in his chest seemed to jump out of his throat, but his mind was unexpectedly calm.

It was as if the soul and the body were separated from each other, watching everything indifferently and calmly.

He closed his eyes fiercely, took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotion in his heart, and then turned around.

Mo Yi's dark eyes are like cool mercury, slightly covered under his long and straight eyelashes, staring at the deep darkness in front of him.

His fingertips moved and turned on the flashlight in his palm.

"Click" a light ring, the cold and pale light immediately lit up, will light up a little bit of the room, the circular lamp post is blocked by the physical object in front of, twisted into an irregular shape.

In front of me is a cold iron bed, which reflects pale light under the light of the flashlight. There are many binding belts from top to bottom. The edge is rough and white, and the bottom is slightly off-line, which is the trace of wear and tear.

Mo Yi held his breath and moved his flashlight slightly to light up the old instrument beside the iron bed -

countless wires were quietly hanging from it, and the ends of the wires were connected with electrodes that could not be seen, and fell on the ground densely.

There was an unbearable smell of filth in the dark, as if the smell of salty, rusty, bloody, mixed with the smell of rotting corpses and the fermentation of dust and bacteria, bubbling in the room.

Mo Yi's laryngeal nodal movement -

this is an electric chair for the treatment of psychotic patients with electric shock therapy.A few steps closer, he found that the thin leather covered over the iron bed was covered with painful scratches and tears, dark brown spots scattered, and in several places there were broken nails.

It's shocking.

Mo Yi raised his wrist slightly, and the light column of the flashlight lit up the distant scenery with his movement --

then he found that the room was much larger than he had imagined, covering an area almost the size of five or six wards. It was separated by many dirty curtains, and could not get a panoramic view of the whole room at a glance.

Each curtain was covered with dark brown and light brown, and there were countless or incomplete fingerprints on it. It was not known whether it was stains or dried blood.

Under a curtain close to Mo Yi, there was blood flowing slowly and spreading very slowly. The thick and thick blood pool showed a dirty dark red under the light, just like some living creature.

The whole room was as quiet as if it were isolated from the whole world, only dead silence.

Mo Yi's fingers clenched slightly with the flashlight. His cold, sweaty palms felt the edges and shapes of the metal in his hands.

He took a step forward, stretched out his spare hand, grabbed the curtain, and then pulled it away.

The harsh rusty metal sliding sound and the sound of cloth picking up the ropes reveal the whole picture of him -

even though Mo Yi has already made psychological preparations, he still can't help but jump in his heart and frown tightly.

In front of me was another iron bed, different from the empty electric shock bed just now. On this bed There are people.

A man was bound firmly to a rusty iron bed, his limbs were tightly bound, his head and face were covered with blood, his head was firmly fixed on the iron bed by iron hoops, a long ice cone along his orbit, through the eyeball, straight into the skull, the edge of the iron bed is full of semi solidified blood, the blood pool on the ground is mottled, it seems that people can not help but My heart is cold.

Mo Yi's eyes fall on the table next to the iron bed, on which are scattered iron tools such as awls and hammers stained with blood. Under the blood are dark brown traces, which can not be distinguished as rust marks or old blood stains.

He pursed his lips and his eyes were slightly heavy.

-- lobectomy.

In the 1940s and 1950s, a very popular method for the treatment of mental illness was to extend an ice cone like awl into the patient's orbit, and then part of the nerve fibers in the middle and anterior lobe of the brain were removed to achieve the purpose of "curing" mental illness.

The man was dead - the ice cone had cut his eyeballs and went straight into the middle of his head.

Mo Yi side body, pull another curtain beside oneself.

There was also an iron bed, on which lay a bloody man, his belly wide open, his bloody organs naked. Exposed in the cold air, a big hole was drilled in his head, revealing red and white brain tissue.

The man's face was ferocious and twisted, and the binding band on his wrist was tightly buckled into his skin, bleeding blood.

After seeing the instruments on the two iron beds, Mo Yi quickly thought of the therapy in this bed:

craniotomy and surgery.

The treatment of mental illness is achieved by exposing the patient's brain and removing "sick" organs.

Mo Yi noticed that although the clothes on the two men were badly stained with fresh blood, they could still be identified as modern clothes - they should also be the players who died in this copy.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and putrefaction. Mo Yi coughed twice, and he stepped back two steps with difficulty in breathing.

However, just then, in the dark silence, there was a slight metal sound -

"click".

The slight crashing sound is particularly clear and harsh in the silence, almost affecting Mo Yi's heartbeat.

He breathed slightly and looked in the direction of the sound.

Under the cold and pale light of the flashlight, the metal clasps of the binding belt tightly buckled on the two beds automatically released, making a "click" sound.

The man in front of him slowly turned his head, and the long ice cone in his broken eyeball trembled, staring at him with another gray white pupil full of blood.

- "click"

on the twisted and ugly face of another man, the bloodshot eyes turn one by one, and slowly look at Mo Yi. The bones of his cervical spine creak and creak.

"Click".

Mo Yi subconsciously took a step backward, then turned and ran to the door. He clasped the handle of the door tightly with his sweaty palms, and then shook it.

But the door was as still as if it had been poured with copper and iron, and it was tightly attached to the door frame, as if it had not been affected at all.

Mo Yi could hear his own hot and rapid breathing sound and the sound of blood rushing in his chest. Everything else seemed to be far away from his mind. Only the slight metal collision sound was clear and loud——"Click".

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