Chapter 99

The door of the elevator slowly opened.

Mo Yi's heart was beating restlessly in his chest. He stretched his muscles subconsciously and waited quietly -

the yellow light came out through the slowly expanding crack of the door, making the mottled dark marks on the iron elevator door become clear gradually.

Mo Yi is used to the dark eyes in the corridor. He is stabbed by the light suddenly spreading in front of him. He can't help but squint his eyes.

Through the half dry blood pasted on his eyelashes, his sight is mixed with bright red and dark yellow. In the dizziness caused by the sudden lighting, it looks like a distorted abstract painting, which makes him feel unreal from the bottom of his heart.

Mo Yi blinked and looked into the elevator.

The elevator was empty. There was nothing in it.

There are no bright and dazzling bloodstains, no ferocious and twisted corpses, and there are no disgusting creatures that rush out at the moment the elevator opens -

this is just a small ordinary elevator.

He didn't dare to relax. He took a step forward carefully, stood beside the elevator, and then leaned over to look at the top of the elevator -

the metal top looked a little old, and the rusty spots were distributed next to the light. Everything was normal, which made people can't believe his eyes.

Mo Yi slowly let out a breath. His thoughts were somewhat complicated. He did not know whether he was lucky or disappointed.

He put the swished card into his pocket and stepped into the elevator.

It is almost cold and cold in the corridor without pain. The temperature in the elevator is very normal, which almost makes Mo Yi's cold and sweaty skin feel a little warm because of the pain.

The moment he stepped into the elevator, the metal elevator door made a hoarse and rough friction sound, and then closed behind him, making it a small and tight iron box.

Mo Yi turns to look at the inner door of the elevator and is stunned slightly.

There was nothing in the place where there should have been a key board. It was just an empty metal plate, shimmering in the dim yellow light. On the screen above, a number was displayed:

- 3

Mo Yi's eyes fell on the clear number and frowned - so now he should be in the third floor of the underground.

No wonder there are no windows in the whole corridor.

When he was in a trance, he saw a small upward arrow next to the number of - 3, and then the whole elevator suddenly vibrated. The sound of machine start-up and the sound of sliding rail friction sounded in the narrow closed space.

The elevator started to move.

The sudden sense of weightlessness makes Mo Yi's body shake. Unconsciously, he reaches out to support the wall of the elevator. However, he doesn't expect to encounter the wound on his hand, which makes him take a cold breath in pain.

The pain that was deliberately forgotten just now is like a dogskin plaster that can't be thrown off. It tightly strangles the nerves with the cold and greasy body like a snake, and then mercilessly tightens the body and crawls into the bone marrow along with the pain.

Mo Yi was in a cold sweat. He clenched his teeth, lifted his eyelids in the dripping sweat and looked at the black and white screen beside the elevator door.

It still shows - 3, but the small upward triangle is flashing at a constant speed.

The slight vibration of the elevator and the sound of the machine running in his ear remind him that the elevator is up.

Mo YILENG Leng Leng, suddenly thought of the game at the beginning of the sentence:

"up is down.".

Many questions popped out of his mind and filled his mind:

does it have anything to do with the direction of the elevator?

If it matters Does that mean that he is not going up, but going deep into the mental hospital?

Mo Yi stares at the small upward triangle flashing on the screen and frowns tightly.

Unfortunately, there are still too few clues to judge.

He took a deep breath, pressed down the doubts in his heart, and then pulled the backpack behind him with his intact palm, and pulled the zipper of the backpack with some difficulty -

□ the cold fingers covered with dried blood searched in the backpack for a while, and soon found what he needed.

He looked up again at the number on the screen. The big - 3 was still the same, moving only the small triangle - which seemed to take a while to reach the other level.

Don't take a deep breath, simply bend up your legs and sit on the floor, and then arrange the things you find in your backpack one by one on the floor.

After reaching - 2 floor, the situation will be more dangerous. I'm afraid it's difficult to deal with the situation of his fingers.

It's better to deal with it in advance in the elevator now, and continue to move after going out.

Mo Yi lifted his injured left hand and looked at his palm in the dark yellow light in the elevator.

The removed thumb is soft and soft in a twisted posture. There is only a thin layer of flesh between the joints. The thin and hard bone stabs the soft skin, as if it will be exposed from the wound in the next second.He was a white skin that easily left traces. From the knuckles of his thumb to the back of his hand, he was covered with a very deep purplish red cyan black, which looked startling on the pale to almost transparent skin.

Mo Yi's eyelids droop slightly. Under his long eyelashes, he has dark eyes. His clear iris reflects the scene in front of him.

When he was in that room just now, his action was deliberate.

Removing your thumb is not the only option, but it is the safest.

There are props in his backpack that can deal with the scene at that time, but he is not allowed to spare them. After all, the cooling time of props that can be used in the copy is too long. Now this copy is just beginning. If you use it now, you will be helpless in case of more emergency.

What's more Mo Yi is still a little worried about the random debuff.

He once talked to Jiang yuanrou about this problem. Jiang yuanrou used it once when she didn't know that there would be side effects when using props. She was lucky at that time, and the side effect was just pollen allergy. However, another player who came to debuff with her copy was blind.

In such a dangerous and dangerous copy, blindness is almost a death sentence.

Therefore, Mo Yi is not ready to use props until he has to use them.

Plus In the second copy, Wen Chen once gave Mo Yi Zheng a bone, so after the second copy, he went to check the materials and learned. Although he didn't have much practical experience, at least it was not totally uncertain.

He can try not to hurt himself when he unloads the bone. He also has a certain degree of assurance to take the bone back and control the injury in an acceptable range, which is more insurance than the side effects of gambling props with his own life.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, and then slowly felt the uneven bones under the thin skin with his intact hand. The fierce pain hit him. His expression did not change, but his face turned a little white.

He looked up at the light on the ceiling, the dark yellow light occupied his pupils, his teeth clenched -

and then he broke his fingers hard!

A clear "GABA" sound sounded in the closed elevator, the staggered joints were pushed back in an instant, and the clear bone friction sound made the teeth sour.

Mo Yi's whole body shivered involuntarily. He gasped soundlessly and violently. Like a dehydrated fish, he deeply inhaled the cold and dry air, as if this could relieve some pain.

He slowed down and looked down at his palm.

The deformed bones on the hand have returned to normal. The scarlet Turquoise and black on the back of the hand are now covered with a thin layer of red.

Mo Yi tried to move his finger.

A piercing pain hit, but good, at least can move.

He took a breath of shiver, reached out and picked up what had just been spread on the ground, and then handled his wound skillfully.

This time, he did not choose to fix his dislocated knuckles with anything. After all, this copy was not long ago. If his left hand could not move now, it would have a great impact on his later actions.

Mo Yi skillfully wrapped the bandage around the palm of his hand with his right finger. Then he tied a knot on the back of his hand. He bit one end of the bandage with his teeth and pulled it hard. He successfully bandaged his injured place tightly.

He wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, and accidentally touched a burning pain.

Mo Yi just remembered that he was also hurt on his forehead.

He disinfected the wound on his forehead with a little residual gauze dipped with alcohol. Then he covered the bloodstain of his eyes and wiped it randomly to make sure that his sight would not be obstructed. After that, he picked up the scattered things one by one and put them into his backpack.

Everything is almost finished. Mo Yi looks up at the screen beside the elevator door.

The number above still stays at - 3, and the small upward icon is still flashing evenly. After several minutes, the number on the top suddenly changes:

- 2

Mo Yi's heart jumps slightly. He doesn't know what it is. Before he reacts, he just feels that the elevator under him trembles!

Subconsciously, he held on to the cold wall of the elevator to stabilize himself.

The smooth sound of the sliding rope suddenly became sharp and harsh! The huge roar of the machine brake sounded, and the whole elevator suddenly fell down again!

Mo Yi has a cold sweat behind his back.

The overhead light suddenly went dark, and the yellow light flashed in the elevator.

The elevator stopped moving and seemed to be in mid air.

The closed elevator darkened.

Mo Yi raised his head and gazed at the screen. The numbers and triangles on it no longer flashed, as if frozen.

In his ears, he could only hear his own breath, and the screeching groans of the sliding rope.At this moment, the lights in the elevator flickered and then suddenly went out -

everything was in the dark.

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