Chapter 100

In the narrow closed elevator, there is darkness, and the stuffy air is squeezed tightly in the narrow space, and the heavy and stuffy suffocation feeling accompanies you.

Mo Yi could almost hear the resonance between his heartbeat and the surrounding walls. The oppressed darkness was locked around him, making him feel difficult to breathe.

The elevator suddenly fell down again!

The elevator around the body gave out a hoarse and violent roar, and the dying concussion was stirring in the narrow space, as if it would break in the next second.

Mo Yi is now standing at the corner of the elevator. His back, wet with sweat, is clinging to the corner of the cold wall. His palm is on the metal wall of the elevator, and his Fingerbone is slightly white due to the force.

The elevator stopped again.

Mo Yi took a few deep breaths, carefully moved his steps and walked along the edge of the elevator to the door.

He put his eyes close to the gap of the elevator door, and looked out through the narrow door gap -

a thin iron black was across the narrow and restricted vision. Mo Yi blinked. For a while, he reflected that this should be the ground on the second floor.

The light here is more sufficient than the third floor, and the pale light reflects into a thin line on the ground, almost dazzling.

Mo Yi almost knew the location of the elevator. It should be stopping at the bottom of the second floor. The ground was stuck in the middle of the elevator. From his perspective, he could see the lower part of the second floor.

In front of us is also a long corridor. The cold light hits the empty ground, which is totally different from the chaos on the previous floor. It looks empty and tidy. Although the corridor in the distance is somewhat fuzzy, it can still see the bifurcation of the corridor in the distance.

This floor is much bigger than the one above.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

The elevator began to shake violently again, and the horizon in the line of sight suddenly trembled and floated upward.

Mo Yi's breath is disordered. He presses his hand on the elevator door panel and exerts a little bit more force. The cold metal door sends the bone chilling cold into his injured finger. The cold and pain are entangled together like a pair of twins, impacting his nerves.

Thick darkness enveloped the cramped elevator, and the four walls seemed to be drawing closer, and then slowly squeezed out the last breath of air here.

Just then, in the darkness behind him, there was a fine scratching sound.

Mo Yi's whole body is shocked, a trace of numbness shivering slowly climbed up from his back.

The closed elevator amplifies the fine scratching sound and transmits it to the whole elevator. The metal plate under the palm seems to be able to feel the faint vibration, which makes the scalp numb.

It's like Something wants to penetrate the thin metal walls of the elevator and drill straight in.

Mo Yi frowned tightly.

I can't wait any longer. I'm afraid the walls of the elevator won't last long.

The scratching sound in the dark is more and more loud, and the metal elevator wall rubs out the harsh sharp sound, which makes the back numb.

He made a quick decision, put his finger tips into the narrow gap in the elevator door, and then slowly pulled outward.

The harsh sound of mechanical friction sounded in his ear, piercing into the eardrum acutely and sonorously, which made Mo Yi's brain AChE.

His breath was a little short, and his hands were hard -

the metal door of the elevator was soon broken open by him, a gap enough for one person to pass through. The cold and dim light in the corridor shone through the narrow crack of the door, dispersing some of the darkness in the elevator.

Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him. In a dark shadow, a vague outline protruded on the hard metal wall of the elevator, as if something was lurking in the dark

The numbing scratch sound became clearer, as if surrounded from all directions, seemed to be everywhere, and seemed to be in the ear in general, making people feel physically uncomfortable.

Mo Yi's heart leaped, his breathing rate increased slightly, his blood vessels were pounded with hot blood, and his eardrum made a surging sound --

time is running out.

He turned his head in a hurry, then threw his backpack behind him through the opening of the elevator door into the corridor.

The bulging backpack made a clear sound on the ground, echoing in the silent and empty corridor.

Mo Yi had no time to think about anything else. He stretched out his hand and pressed the ground which was just in line with his chest. Then he put his arm into force and jumped up.

Behind the elevator wall issued a clear "Gala" crisp sound, as if broken in general, in Mo Yi's ear like thunder, scratching sound spread in the darkness of the elevator, containing a deep and thick unknown.

His breath was a little unsteady, and there seemed to be something dangerous in his heart, which exploded in an instant. His arms pressed down, his legs pushed up against the wall and climbed up quickly.

Mo Yi's ears are filled with the sound of his own heartbeat. In the white noise, the huge sound behind him is far away and hazy. However, human's innate sensitivity to danger vibrates fiercely in his mind and rings a huge alarm.He gritted his teeth and rolled on the spot.

The wound on his hand was accidentally pressed under Mo Yi's body, making him involuntarily spill a low groan from his throat.

The intense pain made his brain clear again, and he turned to look at the elevator he had just climbed out of.

I saw that the two metal doors, which had been broken open, had been slowly closed, closing the darkness of the whole box inside and the vague shadow surging in the dark, tightly buttoned together.

The roar of the machine and the sound of the slide resumed, and then it returned to silence.

Mo Yi was half sitting on the ground panting. His body, which was heated up by the exercise, was soon cooled down. His sweaty clothes were tightly attached to the wet skin. The cold and cold wind in the corridor stirred up a layer of goose bumps.

The empty corridor was dead, like a windless Valley, filled with a kind of lifeless cold.

Mo Yi blinked, and the salty sweat slid down his eyebrow. From the wound on his forehead that had not yet scabbed, to the sensitive cornea in his eyes, there was a burning sting.

He wiped the sweat from his face with one hand, then reached out to hold the wall beside him and slowly stood up from the ground,.

The bones and bones on the body rub in the movement, rusty cluck, and some of the stiff muscles are sour.

Mo Yi moved his shoulder and neck joint for a moment, then slightly moved his left hand joint which had just been connected. The pain rose from every bone seam in his body, and then slowly transferred to the deep brain.

He let out a long breath.

Fortunately, this degree of pain is temporarily within his acceptable range.

Mo Yi bent down to pick up the knapsack on the ground, gently swung it to his back, and then raised his head.

When he was in the elevator, he didn't have time to observe the floor carefully. In addition, his vision was limited and he couldn't get a full view of the whole corridor. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the strange space in front of him.

The pale and dim light on the top of the head lights up the cold and silent corridor in front of you. The dirty wall is covered with dust, and the mottled peeling wall shows the years it has experienced.

On both sides of the corridor are neat rooms. The old door is tightly closed, and the ward number above is clearly visible in the light.

Mo Yi went to the ward beside him and pushed tentatively.

There was no push.

Above the door is a small window separated by iron railings. Mo Yi gets closer and looks into the room through that window.

There is no one in the room.

Inside the door is a narrow space. The mottled walls are hidden in the shadow of the dim light. A narrow bed is tightly attached to the wall. Above is the polished white leather binding belt and the bed sheets with the same color as the room. Although the sheets look dirty and old, there is no wrinkle on them, as if no one has lived in it.

Mo Yi frowned suspiciously and then backed away from the door.

He walked slowly forward, carefully relaxing his pace and looking into each room one by one.

Every room was empty and could not be opened.

Mo Yi suddenly stopped.

He was now at the first corner, where another corridor branched out into an area without light.

Mo Yi stood in the same place, slightly leaned out to look there. At this moment, he was stunned, and his eyes fell on the wall on one side of the corridor that was diagonally separated.

There were two characters written in bright blood red:

area B.

The sharp color contrast stabbed straight into the eyeball, and half solidified blood flowed down the wall, making the shape of the two characters distorted and ugly. The blood red was printed on the wet and pale wall, like a deep scar.

It is very normal to divide different types of patients into different divisions for the convenience of management and treatment.

So Where are the other divisions?

Mo Yi took a deep look at the darkness at the end of the corridor. His eyes stayed on it for a while, then he moved away slowly.

He frowned, not knowing why there was always a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart.

At this time, he seemed to catch some sound in his ears -

Mo Yi tensed up subconsciously and his eyes were dignified. He held his breath and carefully looked around the environment in front of him.

The nervous nerves sensitively catch every sound in the corridor, and all the sounds in the ear seem to be amplified infinitely -

it seems that it is the sound of water drops.

Tick, tick, tick.

It drops evenly and rhythmically on the hard surface, knocking out a shallow vibration, passing through the dead corridor and clearly passing into his eardrum.

Tick, tick, tick.

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