Chapter 101

Tick, tick, tick.

The soft sound of water sounded in a repressed silence, the end of the corridor blurred in a deep darkness, giving people a silent pressure.

Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then followed the sound of the water toward the deep corridor.

The long corridor is quiet and dim. The light on the top of the head gives out a weak Zizi sound. The cold white light sprinkles on the floor dimly, reflecting a slight light.

The deep corridor is like a dark hole, with an empty mouth wide open. The sound of water dripping from the inside is faintly heard.

Tick, tick, tick.

Mo Yi deliberately relaxed his pace and walked slowly towards the direction of the sound. There was a dead silence in the long corridor. He could only hear his breath and the monotonous click.

With Mo Yi's approach, the sound became clear. The low echo echoed in the narrow and narrow wall. It was almost impossible to distinguish where it came from.

The more forward you go, the dimmer the lights are.

There was a faint smell of familiar blood in the air.

Mo Yi took a deep breath. The cold and dry air slid down his respiratory tract into his chest. His mind became clear again.

"Click," he pulled out his flashlight from the side of his pocket.

The light column of the flashlight then lights up instantly, illuminating the scene in front of you.

There were little drops of blood on the ground, winding from their feet to the dark corridor, flashing a strange light under the light.

Mo Yi squatted down, stretched out his finger and gently wiped on one of the drops of blood.

Wet, cold, sticky, but still liquid touch instantly touched the belly of the finger.

He raised his finger and looked at it carefully in the light of the flashlight. There was a dazzling blood red on his pale fingertips - still fresh.

Mo Yi stood up and pressed his wrist. The light of the flashlight followed the dripping blood on the ground and stretched out toward the corridor.

The smell of blood on the nose is more intense.

The shape of the blood on the ground has also changed from a dot like dripping trace to a large piece of blood, which is scattered on the ground in disorder, and is trampled by countless footprints. It looks shocking.

The click of the ear became louder and louder, as if it were emanating from the surrounding walls, and it was like a curse that haunted people's ears.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and stood on the ground in front of him.

The bloodstains here look more old. Most of the blood pools have dried up and are deeply and shallowly printed on the ground and on the walls around the body.

The door of the ward nearest to the bloodstain is open.

On the half closed door, there are splashing dry blood traces, leaving dark red piercing marks on the pale door panel. Inside the door is a deep darkness, and only the blood spilled under the door panel can be seen.

Mo Yi side over the body, with the flashlight in his hand to the open door.

Even if he had been prepared, he was still surprised.

I saw that the ward was empty, only a half overturned bed, the ground was in a state of chaos, as if it had experienced a war.

The most striking one is the deep pattern painted with blood on the wall -

it is a huge butterfly, with half solidified dark red blood winding on the wall, with twisted lines crisscross, forming a strange and strange picture.

Its body is bloated and ugly, and its wings are like eternal giant stripes, like empty eyes, which makes people feel cold at the back.

Mo Yi subconsciously took a few steps inward. The sticky blood on the ground made a slight sound under his feet. The slight sound made by pressing the residual blood on the ground with the sole of his shoe was particularly clear in the silence.

At this moment, it seemed that he had stepped on something hard.

Mo Yi stopped and flashed at his feet with a flashlight. He saw a metal key lying in the pool of blood. It looked very old, shining in the light of the flashlight.

He bent down and picked up the key from the pool of blood on the ground. Inevitably, his fingers and palms were stained with blood on the ground, mottled on his pale skin, which looked rather frightening.

The key was made of brass. One side of the key was dyed dark red because it was soaked in blood, while the other side was the original color, shining yellow in the light.

Mo Yi looked over and over, but he didn't find anything special, nor did he find any reliable clues that could reveal the use of the key.

But it looks like a pretty important prop.

However, according to the habits of the game, how could he find the important props in such a conspicuous place?

Unless

Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes. His long eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his pale face and covered his eyes with thoughtfulness.He had some speculation in his mind.

Subconsciously, the finger rubbed the smooth surface of the key twice, then turned it slightly and tucked it into his pocket.

Mo Yi used a flashlight to wander around the room. After confirming that he did not miss any other clues, he turned his hand and walked out of the room and continued to walk in the direction of the sound of water.

The sound of the water kept ringing in the open corridor, as if it was some cold whispering, one sound, no stop, rhythmic percussion, people can not help but be a little upset.

Mo Yi's palm slightly tightens as he holds the flashlight. His cold fingertips touch his other hand. His manicured nails scratch the skin, causing slight pain.

His breathing was gentle, his pace cautious and silent, and he walked forward under the light of a flashlight.

The sound of water drops gradually louder.

Mo Yi came to the second fork in the corridor, and there were two roads ahead.

The blood gradually became thick at the foot and extended into the corridor on the right, leaving uneven traces on the ground. There were even several incomplete blood footprints on the ground, which were quite dazzling in the dark light of the flashlight.

The corridor on the left was a dead darkness, no light, no sound, only a suffocating silence.

Mo Yi frowned. He stood at the fork in the road and thought for a while.

Then he held his breath and listened to the darkness - the constant tick coming from the corridor on the right.

He walked towards the direction of the sound, and the flashlight in his hand swept away into the darkness of the corridor, dispelling some deep and strong shadows inside, and illuminating one of the fuzzy outlines -

Mo Yi was surprised and subconsciously tightened his body.

The dim shadow moved slightly in the dark, revealing a familiar outline in the flashlight light.

Mo Yi's pupil is slightly constricted, take a breath of cool air.

-- Jiang yuanrou?!

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