Chapter 104

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of water passes through the thin door panel, enters into the ear regularly and slowly, and evokes weak echo in the dark.

Tick, tick, tick.

In the clear sound of falling water drops, Mo Yi seems to hear something mixed in it

Fine, light, mixed in the rhythmic sound of water drops.

Mo Yi held his breath and slowly approached for a few minutes. His ear was close to the cold and hard door panel. The near tingling cold penetrated into the contact skin, bringing a slight shiver.

With his movements, the voice seemed to be clearer.

That seems to be

Crying.

The faint cry sounded in the dark, which was almost condensed into a solid. It echoed in the air like a thin silk thread. It slowly penetrated into the ears and climbed up the spine.

Mo Yi's heart leaps cold, the skin exposed to the outside instantly a layer of goose bumps, the back is soaked in cold sweat.

Tick, tick, tick.

The strange and gentle cry mingled with the sound of water drops, echoed in the dark narrow corridor like a cold whisper.

I don't know if it's Mo Yi's illusion He always felt that the cry seemed to be approaching slowly.

Then - slowly it becomes clear.

Mo Yi can't help but be surprised because of the idea in his heart, subconsciously back a few steps, away from the tightly closed door.

He stood in the dark, suppressing the gasp between his throat. The cold sweat behind him glued his thin clothes to his body, and was aroused a deeper chill in the gloomy and cold corridor. His eyes were fixed on the door plank in the dark.

The faint cry through the door, through the wall, like a small needle into the eardrum in general, people can not ignore.

Mo Yi's scalp exploded.

It's not his illusion!

The cry that needed to be heard just now became clear. Even if he pushed it so far away, he could still hear

He looked up at the corridor in front of him, his brain spinning rapidly and thinking.

Now it's too far away from the only room that can be hidden, and the front is too dark. If you turn on the flashlight, it is the exposed position, which is no different from suicide.

There is a dilemma.

It's just a bet.

Mo Yi's breath is slightly short. He tightens his stiff fingers and swallows a mouthful of saliva subconsciously. His dry throat is like swallowing a blade, which is burning and painful.

Then, stooping, he walked quickly and quietly into the corridor.

Mo Yi propped up the wall with his palm and carefully groped his way forward in the dark. He tried several times at his feet before he dared to settle down. He was afraid that he would step on something and make a sound of exposing himself.

Fortunately, the corridor on the second floor is not as cluttered with clutter as it is on the third floor. On the contrary, it is clean and almost empty. Mo Yi doesn't encounter any obstacles along the way, so he walks smoothly.

The cry behind him became clearer.

Thin choking sound into the eardrum, almost over the sound of the water, only the sound of crying echoed in the dark empty corridor.

Just then, Mo Yi heard the rusty metal sound of the door handle twisting behind him.

The sound of creaking and cheering sounded, which was very clear in the silence of depressing darkness.

Mo Yi's breathing is disordered. His heart almost goes up to his throat. A feeling of weightlessness walking on the edge of a cliff suddenly strikes him, making him almost suffocated.

The palm of his hand suddenly felt empty.

Mo Yi's eyes lit up slightly, and a bright light lit up in the dark pupil - wonderful!

Sure enough, a whole corridor can't have only one room!

He pressed his fingers tightly against the hard, cold corner of the wall in the dark, then quickened his pace and walked inward.

Then, behind him came the sound of the door handle being turned open, and the sound of the door panel being opened on the ground.

…… The door was pushed open.

Mo Yi dodged and hid behind the wall.

The sound of weeping slowly swam in the air like a snake. It was like a wet and greasy water flowing through people's pores, and then was clearly transmitted to Mo Yi's ears.

There was a layer of goose bumps behind him.

Along with the cry, the sound of footsteps sounded slowly, step by step in the corridor, as if stepping on Mo Yi's heart.

At the same time, there seems to be a thin friction sound, which sounds like the cloth is being dragged on the ground.

Mo Yi's back tightly sticks to the cold wall behind him and frowns slightly. He stares thoughtfully at a corner in the dark, and his eyes are slightly out of focus.

Just now, when he was on the third floor, he also heard the sound of footsteps and friction with metal.

Is there any connection in this?As soon as the sobbing sound approached, it seemed that it was coming out directly in his ears. Mo Yi could not help but stop his wishful thinking. He tightened his muscles all over his body and held his breath subconsciously.

Ticking, ticking, the sound seemed to come from a distant place.

Ear is accompanied by the sound of footsteps gradually approaching the cry, thin around the ear, in the silent corridor issued a gentle echo.

Mo Yi's fingers tightened unconsciously. From the injured thumb, a cold and numb pain came from his injured thumb, which ran up the nerve and held his throat.

Pain sharpened his senses.

So is darkness.

The sound of weeping and footsteps passed through the room where he was hiding, and then walked slowly into the corridor.

It seems to turn a corner, the sound slowly becomes smaller, and then gradually away.

The sound of weeping became weak again, just like a gossamer, which was slowly pulled away from the distance -

the sound of water drops in the background became the main audio track again. It sounded rhythmically and unremittingly in the dark, and dropped slowly drop by drop. In Mo Yi's ears, it became particularly intimate.

He slowly let out a breath, and the oppressed sense of suffocation left, as if the stone pressed on his chest was suddenly moved away.

But Mo Yi didn't dare to take it lightly.

If the footstep sound of this floor is similar to that of the previous floor, it will come back sooner or later. The time is very tight now, and every minute and second can't be wasted.

He listened attentively for a moment in the dark. After confirming that the voice was far away, he groped out in the dark.

Mo Yi raised his head, and the light at the other end of the corridor flickered faintly. Although he could not light the road in front of him, it was always a psychological comfort.

He crept up to the door which he had not opened just now.

The door was now open, and there was a narrow crack in the dark. The regular tick came from the crack and sounded clearly in the dark.

Mo Yi carefully pushed the door open with his fingers, a gap for one person to pass through.

The rusty sound of "Zhiya" door shaft rings out in the silence, which is particularly loud in Mo Yi's ears.

His breath was stagnant, his movements were stiff, and his nerves were tense to the extreme -

Mo Yi listened for a while in the dark, making sure that his voice did not disturb anything else. After that, he leaned over and stepped in through the open door.

The smell of blood became more intense, and the sweet smell of rust slid down the nose into the lungs, accompanied by a slight pain in the cold air.

This room is very large.

At the end of the room there was a small light, which gave off a faint light of little use.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes. His sight was adapted to the darkness and could distinguish the vague outline of things in the room.

This is supposed to be a room for the mentally ill. The whole room is lined up with two rows of dirty old bathtubs, extending from one end of the room to the other.

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of water sounded in the dark.

Mo Yi tentatively takes a step forward, moves suddenly, and his eyes slowly fall into a bathtub at the other end of the room.

In the deep, rich darkness, there was a vague, undulating shadow.

Mo Yi's heart was pounding.

The bathtub It doesn't seem to be empty.

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