Chapter 103

In the deep and narrow corridor, there is no window on the mottled old wall from beginning to end. The heavy depression spreads with the thick darkness, which makes people suffocate.

The light above gave off a faint light, but it could not disperse the darkness in the corridor. There was a strong shadow between the corners of the wall, as if something dangerous was surging in the dark.

Jiang yuanrou's face is pale and her light brown eyes are staring at Mo Yi in the dark:

"what are you talking about? I don't understand. "

Mo Yi is standing a few steps away. The outline of his body is blurred by the darkness. At his feet is a dark bloodstain extending into the room.

His cold voice sounded not far away, the tone was stable and did not fluctuate:

"break through the poor phantom, gain the trust of the player, verify the authenticity of the player while verifying the authenticity of the player through the wound. Even if he knows that the key is in my hand, he will not ask me for it..."

Mo Yi pauses for a moment, and then opens his mouth again. There is a little praise in his voice:

"it's really a superb means."

Jiang yuanrou frowned, looked at Mo Yi, hesitated for a few seconds, and slowly took a step forward:

"and so on Do you think I'm fake

The more pale her complexion was, the more frustrated she said, "how else do you need me to prove it? Do you want to make another cut? "

After that, Jiang yuanrou took out the sharp piece of wood from her pocket and handed it to Mo Yi:

"or would you like to come in person?"

Mo Yi didn't go forward to take the wood chip, but stood still and said quietly:

"do you know that from just now on, all the clues come from your mouth, including the identification method of true and false."

The expression on Jiang yuanrou's face slowly disappeared, just like the ripples on the lake. She stood still, her light brown eyes fixed on Mo Yi, as if her eyes could be turned into substance and penetrated into his flesh and bones.

Mo Yi turned his head, and his eyes fell on the room beside him. In the darkness, he could see the deep and shallow outline of the dark blood, which extended into the deeper shadow like a living creature. Even if he did not need a flashlight to shine inward, he could also outline the ugly and bloated Butterfly lying on the wall in his mind.

As soon as he touched his eyes, he looked again at Jiang yuanrou, who was not far away. Suddenly he said:

"you say you know the way to leave this building..."

Mo Yi gently rubbed his injured wrist with his fingertip, lowered his eyes slightly, and slowly continued to say:

"however, from the beginning, the player's task is to survive, not to leave the building."

The atmosphere here is too oppressive and terrifying, which makes people from the bottom of their hearts not to wait for more. If the players with low vigilance are changed into players with low vigilance, they may be confused by the dexterity in the other party's words, and unconsciously mistake their purpose as "leaving the building".

What's more, "to go is to stay.".

If he really followed Jiang yuanrou to leave the building, he was afraid that he would stay here forever.

Mo Yi raised his eyes, his dark eyes staring at "Jiang yuanrou", standing in front of him not far away, and said slowly:

"moreover, I have never heard the sound of water drops since just now."

The sound in the background is extremely quiet, which almost makes people think that they have arrived in another world.

There was a dead silence in the corridor.

There was no tick.

To be exact, since the first fake Jiang yuanrou started, the sound of water drops in the corridor has disappeared without trace, as if it had never appeared before, and turned into a grave like silence.

as soon as his voice fell, he saw a strange smile on Jiang yuanrou's pale face standing in front of him, and his pale and deformed lips were pulled to the root of his ear It's weird and scary.

Her face melted into a pool of dirty blood, and then slowly turned into a pool of dark red blood.

Just listening to the sound of "Dang", the sharp piece of wood slipped into the pool of blood, and some sticky blood was splashed up and stained on the gray wall root.

When Mo Yi closed his eyes and opened them again, the scene in front of him was completely different.

He is now standing at the fork in the road where he saw Jiang yuanrou for the first time, instead of the door of the room where he followed the second Jiang yuanrou.

In front of me is a dark and dim corridor, only the flashlight in my hand is still flashing bright light, leaving a slightly shaking spot on the wall in front of me.

The sound of ticking and ticking persistently rings in the background.

Mo Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, and his back slowly felt a tingling sensation of shivering. It seemed that the pain caused by excessive muscle strength finally climbed up along the nerve, faintly painful.

Sure enough, he was in a corner into a fantasy, the two Jiang yuanrou do not exist, there are dragging dry blood and footprints on the ground, but there is no broken chair and dirty black sticky blood pool.——In such a long time, he has not actually left this place.

Mo Yi moved his stiff wrist a little. The spot of the flashlight on the wall swayed with his action, illuminating the wall opposite to his eyes.

His eyes slightly congealed, and then the range of action became larger, the torch light column in front of the wall slowly moving.

The dark and mottled wall opposite me was covered with dark red blood, which formed a strange and strange picture on the white wall illuminated by the light. An ugly and huge butterfly was lying on the wall with twisted eyes on its wings staring at him empty. The dark red viscous blood flowed slowly down the wall.

as like as two peas in the three floor.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked thoughtfully at the pattern in front of him. His fingers subconsciously rubbed the flashlight which was stained with body temperature in his palm.

He saw the pattern now.

Each of the hallucinations he sees in this copy is trying to lead him somewhere And when he cracked the illusion, there would be such a butterfly in front of him.

Except.

The butterfly in the room where he woke up and the butterfly in the room where the brass key had been dropped.

He was pushed to the electric chair just now on the third floor after the hallucination was solved - it was real, not illusory.

Mo Yi slowly let out a breath, deeply felt that he was looking for too few clues.

Compared with several copies he has experienced before, the clues of this copy are almost deficient, but contrary to the lack of clues, it is extremely dangerous.

And There are too many variables in this replica.

Not only has there been a group of players who have not passed the customs clearance, but also Up to now, he still hasn't met any teammates. It's hard to find Jiang yuanrou, but it's even more difficult to find Jiang Yuanbai who is trapped.

Mo Yi finally took a deep look at the butterfly painted with blood on the wall. The dim light of the flashlight reflected in his dark eyes, just like two spots in the dark.

The sound of the water trickled through the dark space and passed into his ears. Little by little, the tiny echo rippled in the narrow space, almost consistent with the rhythm of Mo Yi's heartbeat.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, tightly grasped the flashlight finger, and slowly walked toward the deep corridor.

The more forward you go, the more dim the light will be. In the end, there is no light at all. You can only rely on the flashlight in Mo Yi's hand.

The corridor was as cold as an ice cellar. The gloomy cold air invaded the texture, and Mo Yi's exposed skin soon lost a trace of temperature and was completely white with cold.

He continued to walk deep into the corridor, as usual, with a discreet and light step, without uttering a single sound.

The walls on both sides of the corridor peeled off slightly, revealing the dark brick walls below. Unlike the corridor just now, there are no windows and no rooms.

Only two high walls, like a deep tunnel, extend to the deep darkness.

The overhead lamp no longer lights up, in front of us is an unknown darkness.

The blood on the ground became more and more, mottled and disorderly printed on the dirty floor. The broken blood footprints stepped on the center of a piece of dried blood, and several incomplete blood fingerprints were also distributed on the walls on both sides. They were pulled and dragged into signs of despair on the peeling wall.

Mo Yi tentatively reached out and touched it. The sticky feeling was like the sticky skin of some cold-blooded animal, which made it uncomfortable to exude from the pores.

Although it has been a little dry, but according to the color, it should still be fresh.

The air was filled with the familiar smell of rust, the cold blood was lingering in his nose, and the sound of water drops resounded in his ears -

tick, tick.

Under the flashlight light, the shadow of the front corridor seems to be deeply embedded. The darker darkness is almost impenetrable.

Mo Yi moves forward a few steps, this just sees clearly - that is a room.

And It's probably the only room in the corridor.

Mo Yi's expression slightly vibrated, and walked forward quickly. He listened carefully for a while.

It seems that the continuous sound of water comes from this room, and clearly enters Mo Yi's ears through the door panel.

He approached the door, put his face close to the small window framed by the iron bars on the door panel, and narrowed his eyes and looked in.

It was pitch black, and the darkness was so deep that it was impossible to peep into the room.

He tried to push the door - it seemed to be stuck.

Mo Yi did not dare to act rashly. He carefully lowered his breath and then gently turned off the flashlight in his hand.

The whole man fell back into darkness.And the darkness sharpened his five senses -

he heard There seemed to be something else inside besides the ticking sound of the water.

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