Chapter 98

The electric spark sparked in the dark, with cold malice and burning restlessness. The dangerous breath spread, almost igniting the thick and thick darkness.

A strong sense of crisis hit Mo Yi quickly. A huge buzz flashed in Mo Yi's mind, and the hot blood in his blood vessels suddenly beat and hit his cheek.

The familiar cold touch came from his wrist, and the leather strap wrapped tightly around his left hand.

The same metal crash sounds on the right hand side --

the tingling sensation of ice needle pricking into my mind immediately! Mo Yi's thoughts quickly responded, and he rolled to his side violently -

most of his body fell down to the iron bed with his movement, and only one tied left hand was still hanging at the end of the iron bed.

The sharp pain came from the moment when the body touched the ground. All the bones of his body almost fell apart. The thin bones smashed on the ground, almost forcing Mo Yi's throat to gasp.

At the same time, his forehead hit the cold and wet floor, sharp tingling came from his forehead, his eyes turned black, and the white noise came from his ears -

Mo Yi struggled to raise his head, warm and sticky blood slid down his forehead, sticking to his eyelashes and eyelids.

The open flashlight clanged on the ground, and the cold white column of light disorderly illuminated the darkness.

Looking through a blood red field of vision, I saw that several binding belts on the iron bed happened to close automatically, and the metal clasped on the iron bed made a chilling crash.

Mo Yi gasped for breath, and the burning pain of leather friction came from his ankle suspended in the air.

Xin is short of his timely response. Otherwise, his limbs will be caught instead of one of his wrists.

then he will die.

He gasped in the dark, and the flashlight that fell on the ground stopped rolling, and the floating light stopped moving and stayed in the void.

Mo Yi's remaining light swept to the bedside in the iron bed.

In that hazy darkness, the sound of electric current came from Zi La, and the hum of the machine slowly sounded, gradually becoming stronger in the dark.

At the beginning, Mo Yi thought it was the tinnitus caused by bumping into his head. Only when he saw the electric spark in the darkness at the head of the bed did he realize that it was not over.

The bed board is made of iron. Once the electric shock is activated, the current flowing along the iron bed can still kill him.

Mo Yi's expression was suddenly dignified. His pale face was covered with abnormal flush. He clenched his teeth and suddenly straightened up. Then he reached out and untied the strap on his left wrist.

The metal buckle on the belt is like a boa constrictor. It can't be pulled apart.

The sound of electric current in his ears and the hum of the machine starting became more and more intense -

Mo Yi's forehead exuded sweat. He gave up the tight metal buckle and instead tore up the white and worn interface of the belt clinging to the cold iron bed.

The rough action makes the rough edge of the belt sink deeply into the pale skin on the thin wrist and rubs out bright red marks. Drops of blood ooze from the wound, and the strong smell of rust pervades the air.

In my ears is the roar of the machine about to start, and the whole iron bed almost starts to vibrate greatly. In the dark, there are more electric sparks that light up and extinguish instantaneously, as if the next second is about to explode!

Mo Yi's heart broke. He clenched his teeth, and then grasped his left thumb with his other hand. His life was broken --

a crisp crack of bone sounded in the dark, which made his teeth sour.

His thumb was twisted and broken in a strange shape, and it was soft and soft. Mo Yi was exerting his strength at the moment. His spare right hand grasped the belt tied to his wrist and then pulled it hard!

His left hand was successfully released from the belt bound to the iron bed.

There was a huge roar in his ear, and Mo Yi's heart tightened and he rolled with his just free left hand.

In the darkness behind him burst out almost blinding electric light, the sound of chucking electric current sounded, the whole iron bed rattled, and groaned and groaned unbearably in the dark, deafening.

Mo Yi lay on the dirty floor with sweat all over his body, as if he had been pulled out of the ice. He shivered uncontrollably because of the intense pain.

Wet black hair was in a mess on the pale face, gold paper was generally bloodless, the only color on the face was the bright blood exuded from the broken lower lip bitten by teeth.

He gasped sharply, and the sound of the electric current was still buzzing behind him, and the electric arc that crackled brightly illuminated the whole room.

In Mo Yi's vision, which was blackened by pain, he vaguely saw that in the dark corner of the wall, there stood a shadowy shadow -

for a moment, he held up his eyelids covered with blood and looked at the corner.

It's empty there.Behind him, the sound of the electric current of the machine stopped slowly. However, there was still a phantom like buzz in Mo Yi's ears, which made him dizzy.

Mo Yi's heart suffocates and suffocates. He can't help but take a few deep breaths and force himself to relax.

He moved to one side with difficulty. The fingers of his right hand struggled to wriggle on the ground. He picked up the flashlight lying beside him. His trembling fingers held the flashlight in his hand, and then shone towards the dark corner of the door -

the heavy and gloomy darkness was scattered by the light of the flashlight, and there was nothing in that corner, as if he had just The shadow I saw was an illusion.

Mo Yi took a long breath, his head was still dizzy, and he seemed to have a double shadow.

It's supposed to be the sequela of a head bump.

Was he really wrong?

At this time, a slight "click" came from the door, which scared Mo Yi.

He turned his flashlight to the door. He saw that the tightly fastened door was slowly opened and slipped into the darkness silently and slowly. The dim light in the micro corridor poured into the open door, which made Mo Yi feel like a trance.

He stood up from the ground with strong support. The pain all over his body hit like the tide. His stiff joints gave out a piercing cry. The almost suffocating pain tugged at Mo Yi's nerves.

Even if he had such a strong tolerance for pain, he could not help but take a low breath.

Mo Yi limped toward the door a few steps, and then subconsciously turned his head to look at his back.

I saw in the thick darkness, the mottled iron bed seemed to be still flashing wisps of electric light, a strong smell of scorching almost covered the smell of blood.

There seemed to be something at the head of the bed that was shining slightly.

Mo Yi frowns and uses the light of the flashlight in his hand to illuminate the past.

On the old, dusty machine at the head of the bed, there was a thin card, reflecting almost metallic luster in the light of the flashlight.

Mo Yi slightly a Leng, he is sure that when he just entered the door, there is no such a card in that machine.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped forward slowly. He carefully padded his Fingerless fingers with the corner of his coat. Then he wrapped one corner of the card and slowly forced.

Through the thin cloth, Mo Yi can feel the light heat from his fingertips, which almost instantly makes him let go.

Mo Yi calmed down, and then increased his strength. He completely pulled out the magnetic card that was inserted into the machine -

the magnetic card still seemed a little old, and the patterns on it were mottled and fuzzy, and it was still a little hot.

Mo Yi discerned for a moment in the dim light:

this should be the employee magnetic card.

Then it should also be able to open the elevator at the end of the corridor?

Mo Yi's heart was tinged with a trace of heat. His cold palm tightly grasped the magnetic card. The slightly scalded temperature properly ironed his palmprint, and his cold skin was almost stained with a little heat.

He finally looked around the room behind him, then turned and walked out.

From the fracture wound on the palm, there was hot and sudden pain. The intense and continuous pain was almost numb, which made the pain of other wounds on Mo Yi insignificant, as if all the pain nerves were concentrated on the hand.

Corridor is still a dark, the entire long and deep corridor only a weak light, flickering.

After leaving the room, Mo Yi hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked to the next room marked "staff room" on the map.

He reached out and pushed the door. The door under his hand was smooth and cold, hard as iron, and could hardly be pushed.

It seems that we can't get in now.

Deep eyelids, dark eyelids covered.

He turned to the other end of the corridor.

On the way back, the road was still bumpy. The broken tables and chairs and scattered paper on the ground blocked Mo Yi's body. Fortunately, he had passed it before, so he skillfully crossed the obstacles inside. His body was flexible and light, and he was as quiet as a cat in the dark.

Along the way, the figure never appeared again.

Mo Yi stood at the closed door of the elevator, holding the palm of the magnetic card, holding up his deformed and fractured left hand, and unconsciously licked the dry lip.

A sharp pain came from his lips, and the tip of his tongue tasted the familiar smell of rust, and he realized that he had bitten his lips.

Mo Yi gave a slight "hiss" sound, then carefully released his injured palm and used the magnetic card to brush the slot on the wall. He only heard a slight "tick" in the dark.In front of the elevator shaft came the hum of mechanical braking, which was particularly clear in a dead corridor.

Mo Yi's heart beat irregularly for a few times. Subconsciously, he turned his head to look behind him. He seemed to worry about whether the footstep sound would ring again without warning.

The corridor behind is empty, and a single lamp is shining with dim light. The oppressive and suffocating atmosphere is depressing towards Mo Yi.

At this time, the diamond shaped metal door behind Mo Yi slowly slid open, making a creaking rusty metal friction sound -

a crisp sound came from the mottled metal door:

"Ding".

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