Chapter 97

Mo Yi shakes the motionless door with his cold hands. With his movements, a tearing pain comes from the mouth of the tiger, which fiercely invades his heart. However, it still can't dispel the chill from his bones.

It was like falling into a fast glacier in the cold winter. It was cold, numb, and heavy ice water dragged his limbs and dragged him to the cold and dark abyss.

-- click.

The sound of unbuttoning came clearly from behind him, and the awl usually penetrated straight into the brain through the eardrum.

The cold air has a sticky smell of blood and decay. With Mo Yi's rapid breathing, it slides like the respiratory tract, stings his chest like tens of millions of small ice needles, and wakes his brain.

Mo Yi realized that the door in front of him could not be opened. He resolutely gave up the act of shaking and turned around suddenly.

The light of the flashlight swayed with his movement, casting the dim floating light into the darkness behind him, which reflected the nightmare scene in front of him -

several of the binding belts on the two beds were still not released, and two bloody corpses were waiting quietly.

Two symmetrical faces slowly show a stiff and twisted huge smile, pale deformed lips pulled to the root of the ear, turbid eyes closely staring at Mo Yi's body, slowly exuding amazing malice.

The black and rich blood mixed with visceral debris slid down the cold pillars of the iron bed. The smell of blood became more and more intense, making people feel nauseous.

Mo Yi clenched his teeth, the blood color on his face completely disappeared, a pair of dark eyes were staring at the front, and then rushed to the opposite direction toward the door.

Just as he stepped across the blood pool on the ground, there was a more and more clear "click" sound behind him -

then the belt cracking sound sounded in the dark, accompanied by the sharp "squeak" sound of the iron bed on the ground, all of which showed that

The bondage has been broken.

Mo Yi's breath was so short that he ran to the opposite direction with all his strength. The miserable green dirty curtain hung in front of him blocked his sight and behavior like a overlapped barrier.

As he stretched out his hand and pulled the curtain in front of his eyes, he rushed forward. The iron hook above the curtain gave out a piercing, dying like scream. With the sound of the wind pouring into his ears, it was like a thin silk thread tightly stranding Mo Yi's throat.

Behind him is the sound of footsteps, clear and heavy. Each step is heavy and heavy. Each step is heavy and heavy. It gives people a shudder of rationality.

The smell of blood is getting stronger.

Mo Yi raised his eyes while running, and his eyes touched the wall on one side. His heart thumped with a thump -

blood began to seep from the ceiling and slid down the wall slowly, leaving serpentine traces on the pale and mottled wall. Blood began to seep all around the house, and creeping malice climbed along the blood, Filaments penetrate into every pore.

Mo Yi's breath is not steady, but a pair of extremely dark eyes are surprisingly bright, staring at a point in front of him.

He ran, tearing off one curtain after another, and the blood on it was deeper and dirtier. It was like an endless mire that wrapped him up, as if it were a swamp that could never go to the end.

Mo Yi's breathing became more and more rapid. Excessive exercise caused him to ache all over his body. Lack of oxygen led to dizzy white light in front of his eyes. The cold sweat covered his forehead. He slid down his taut eyebrows and then dropped into his collar -

however, the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and the distance between them was shortened.

Mo Yi clearly realized that the situation was very bad.

At this time, because of excessive force and rigid arm opened a blood stained can not see the original curtain, eyes suddenly open!

There's a door there!

There was a slight light outside the half open door, weak but clear, as if hope was waving at him!

However, Mo Yi's heart suddenly filled with a strong uneasiness, as if a flash of lightning split into his skull, shining a pale light on the thoughts in his brain -

from just now on, all his actions seem to be under the control of this room.

Step by step, inch by inch, he was lured to the established fate.

Like a puppet, he couldn't control his actions. Being pulled by the unstoppable inertia, he slid slowly towards the dark bottomless abyss -

Mo Yi's whole body was cold, like falling into an ice cave.

His muscles were stiff, and the white light of hope, which had just been before him, was like a deadly whisper, holding his heart tightly.

Suddenly, an idea rose from the depth of his confused thoughts, like a bell ringing in the depths of his mind, almost shaking his head:

- "to go is to stay, to live is to die".

Mo Yihuo went out and took a deep breath. Then he stopped and stood still.Behind the heavy footsteps slowly approaching, rubbing on the ground out of muddy dragging sound, unhindered into the eardrum.

The heart pounded uncontrollably, hot sweat streaked across the cold cheeks, leaving a burning sensation on the skin.

The uneasy premonition clenched Mo Yi's internal organs, like molten iron congealed and cooled in his abdomen, and then sank down. His born sense of crisis stimulated his nerve endings like a needle, forcing him to run! Run!

Mo Yi clenched his teeth and closed his eyes fiercely. He tried his best to resist his desire to fly away from the light nearby.

He called out a prop and held the cold, smooth glass beads in his hand for a rainy day.

The beating of the heart and the rapid and hot breathing mixed into a chaotic sound, occupying all his thoughts.

The sound of footsteps behind him was approaching, and the cold reverberation in the empty room was sluggish and heavy, with a strong smell of blood.

The salty and fishy smell of rust slowly diffuses in his mouth and melts with the bloody smell in his nose, making it almost impossible for Mo Yi to distinguish whether he has tasted the taste of blood on his tongue.

The sound of footsteps came close.

Mo Yi's fingers were subconsciously tightened. His manicured nails were deeply embedded in his sweaty palms. Cold glass beads pierced the palms of his hands. A sharp sense of pain hit him like a tsunami, tearing his tight nerves -

just then, the sound of his feet stopped.

The whole room is filled with empty silence, as if there is invisible wind in the whirl, the silence is cold and disturbing.

Mo Yi opened his eyes slowly.

There was a cold flash in front of him, which almost made his face deviate subconsciously.

He stopped for a moment, and his violent heartbeat finally calmed down a lot. He turned his head again and looked in front of him -

there was no door, no road, no light.

The cold light of the flashlight will illuminate the front of the body, the front is empty, is a wall, a step away from him is a familiar iron bed.

The rusty and rusty steel bed pillars reflect the cold light, which is covered with startling scratches and dark blood stains, which makes people shiver.

Above the iron bed are scattered ties and wires, all open as if waiting for something.

That iron bed is so close to Mo Yi that as long as he takes a few steps forward, the whole person will fall on the bed for electric shock.

Mo Yi's back can not help but get a layer of cold sweat, palm heart was pinched out of the wound burning pain.

This is the iron bed he saw when he first entered the door.

He now seems to know how the two dead players were tied to the healing bed.

Mo Yi's throat knot moved, and a chill came over him. He slowly looked behind him.

A frightening picture suddenly jumped into his sight - the wall was covered with dark red blood, which dyed a strange picture on the dirty and discolored wall.

It's a huge butterfly.

The bloated and ugly figure is composed of thick blood. On the twisted huge wings, there are godless and deformed eyes, overlooking Mo Yi in the middle of the room from top to bottom.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, suppressed the extremely uncomfortable feeling in his heart, and then looked away.

He flashed his flashlight, which he was using, to the rest of the room.

The room is not as big as he saw just now.

On the ground, there were several iron frames hung with dirty dark green curtains. The stained curtains were pitifully placed on the ground full of semi solidified blood, and their original appearance could not be seen.

The two iron beds on which the corpses were lying were still placed where we had just seen them. Above them were two lifeless corpses. The dead gray eyes in their eyes looked at the ceiling, and the turbid dark blood flowed down, emitting a strange smell that was hard to ignore.

The strap on it was firmly strapped and there was no trace of separation.

From Mo Yi's point of view, the iron bed where the two bodies are located is located in front of the wings of the huge butterfly that covers the whole room, just on the pattern similar to the eyes on the wings. Together, they form a strange picture to the extreme. Even if you just look at them, you can't help but feel uneasy.

Mo Yi spits out a puff of turbid gas. He wipes the sweat on his cheek with his wrist holding the flashlight, and then walks to the door.

He walked cautiously through the messy ground and the two iron beds on which the bodies lay, reaching for the doorknob.

It still can't be unscrewed.

Mo Yi couldn't help being stunned.

What's going on?

Before he calmed down to think about it, he felt a strong force coming from his side and pushed him to the side!

After a while, something cold and hard came under his body. The bone piercing pain came all the way along the nerve, making Mo Yi unable to help humming.

But he didn't fall to the ground.Instead, he fell on the familiar iron bed, which was suffused with blood and heavy smell of fear -

the sound of electric current came from his ear, and the sparks sprang violently in the dark, leaving a sharp mark on Mo Yi's retina.

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