Chapter 105

The dark, flickering light at the end of the room.

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of water droplets reflected back from the wall, reverberating in the open and cold room, as clear as if surrounded from all around.

Row after row of bathtubs in the room can only see the vague and overlapping outline in the dark, which is deeply hidden in the shadow of the light. It is only possible to see its dim edge, flashing a weak light in the dark.

The depressing sound of water dripped regularly in the room.

Don't stand in the door of the room, tall and thin figure as if the silhouette of ink, and the whole dark room integrated.

His eyes were fixed on the end of the room, where the shadow of a bathtub rose and fell indistinctly, looking It's like a human.

The corridor in the distance was a dead silence, No footsteps, no crying, no friction.

After listening for a while, Mo Yi starts to walk slowly towards the deep of the room.

His feet stepped on the cold and humid ground, and made a slight sound of water in the silence. The cold and cold air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which became thicker and denser with his approach, which seemed strange and depressing.

The fuzzy shape in the bathtub gradually became clear.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, calmed his heart, and then slowly approached the past.

The light flickered faintly in the dark, illuminating the edge of the bathtub. Mo Yi could see the mottled dark brown under the peeling porcelain clothes of the bathtub, like deep scars on the broken and incomplete surface of the bathtub.

Mo Yi's eyes move upward. He sees the half dry blood on the white surface of the bathtub. The blood finger marks are smeared on the edge of the bathtub. The sharp color contrast is dazzling and frightening in the dark.

Then he saw a pale hand on the edge of the bathtub in the dark.

The fingers drooped feebly. It looked like a dying butterfly. It stopped quietly on the pale porcelain surface. The dark red blood left deep traces on the skin. It meandered down along the drooping fingers and hung on the fingertips.

Tick, tick, tick.

A dark red pool of blood had gathered on the ground, but the blood did not drip down, still dangerously hanging on the fingertips.

The sound doesn't come from here.

Mo Yi's eyebrows slowly frown a deep line, eyes from the ground in the pool of blood away.

The sound of water drops was loud and clear in the dark, reverberating in the open room, as if every sound fell on the human heart, sending out rhythmic percussion sound.

The hand was still, covered with blood, under the pale skin were dark blue veins, covered with light gray.

A familiar watch hung loosely from a slender, bony wrist.

Mo Yi frowned, walked forward slowly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the watch carefully -

his eyes were slightly stunned.

This watch He knows.

Mo Yi takes out a flashlight, and his stiff fingers buckle on the protruding switch of the metal tube, exerting a slight downward force.

The weak lamp post lights up in the dark, dispelling the shadow in front of him. Mo Yi moves his wrist and points his flashlight towards the middle of the bathtub.

Pale beams of light illuminate the undulating contours of the mottled bathtub, revealing a human figure lying in it.

Jiang yuanrou.

She was lying in the bathtub in an awkward position. Her head was soft against the edge of the bathtub. Her long curly hair was scattered in disorder. The blood clotted into a lock, blocking her pale face.

The bathtub is filled with half a vat of light red water. Through the water, you can see Jiang yuanrou's clothes floating slowly in the blood stained water. Her petite body is half covered under the water, and the dark blood color slowly spreads from her abdomen.

On the side of her neck, a rusty faucet protrudes from the wall and drips slowly into the bathtub.

Tick, tick, tick.

The round and full water drops fall rhythmically, such as the half full bathtub. The shallow ripples spread slowly along the dropping place, and the water drops splash on the water surface.

One of her hands is hanging on one side of the bathtub, and the other hand is twisted to one side by a strap, and the whole person curls up in a twisted position.

On her pale face, her dark brows and eyes closed, and she looked lifeless.

Mo Yi frowned and walked forward a few steps. His fingers reached her neck. The skin under her finger abdomen was cold and greasy. There was almost no living temperature.

But there are still slight ups and downs.

She's still alive.

Mo Yi takes back his palm and stares at Jiang yuanrou, who is lying in the bathtub. Unconsciously, his fingers touch his cold palm slightly.This copy is really It's terrible.

It constantly creates illusions to confuse players. Although he has not been hit yet, he has to say

This made him suspicious.

Doubt about all the people around you, even where you are.

Did he really break the game, or did he fall into another more real illusion?

Mo Yi's back slowly rises a chill. The dangerous thought that he had been forced to suppress once again appears, and climbs up his back with a creepy shudder.

This copy is gradually eroding his sense of reality.

Mo Yi even felt

This madhouse is slowly turning him into a madman.

Lose the sense of reality, do not know whether you are in the illusion or reality - it is the characteristics of mental patients.

This copy does not rely on monsters or even chase wars to accomplish this purpose. To be exact, it is itself a weapon.

Mo Yi's back is cold. Just after touching Jiang yuanrou's cold neck, there is a sense of coolness rising from the belly of his fingers. The sticky feeling spreads up slowly along his fingers, which makes his hair tight.

In the open room, the dark is thick and the sound of the water is depressing, which gives people a kind of invisible psychological pressure.

Mo Yi closed his eyes and emptied his confused mind. Then he lifted his eyes again and looked at Jiang yuanrou, who was weak in the bathtub.

His face is pale and calm, his eyes are dark and heavy, his long eyelashes are slightly drooping, and the small spot of flashlight is reflected on the dark iris.

It is better for soldiers to cover up the water and the earth than to think wildly now.

Plus Now time is not enough, and I don't know when the cry will come back.

Mo Yi stepped forward and patted Jiang yuanrou on the cheek. The skin under the palm was cold and stiff. If it wasn't for her weak breath, Mo Yi would almost think that he was shooting a corpse.

Jiang yuanrou's eyelashes moved slightly.

Mo Yi bent down and untied the strap tightly bound to Jiang yuanrou's wrist with his fingers. Although the iron clasps on it were tightly fastened together because of rust, it was not as impregnable as the belt that helped him wrist when he was in the negative third floor.

After a few minutes of hard work, he only heard a slight "click" sound, and the belt buckle that tied Jiang yuanrou's wrist loosened.

Her arm fell weakly, and the hard bone protruding from her elbow hit the edge of the bathtub. Her upper arm fell into the water of the bathtub, making a clear clapping sound in silence.

Mo Yi couldn't dodge and was splashed with cold drops of blood.

His heart was a little tight - the sound he had just made was not small, especially in such a quiet room, even the smallest sound would be amplified to the extreme.

This made Mo Yi uneasy.

Just when he was distracted, he only heard a slight groan in the bathtub. Accompanied by the sound of water, Mo Yi could not help but be a little stunned. He looked down at Jiang yuanrou in the bathtub.

Her eyebrows wrinkled tightly, her trembling eyelashes moved slightly twice, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Under the pale eyelids are a pair of out of focus light brown eyes, silently looking at a point in the dark, after a long time to focus.

Jiang yuanrou blinked her eyes and seemed to be aware of her situation. Her muscles tensed up in an instant, and her light brown eyes became sharp and alert.

then, her movements seemed to touch the wound on her abdomen. Jiang yuanrou's face was suddenly pale, and large beads of sweat slid down her forehead, and her lips pressed tightly to close her throat I gasped and swallowed.

The sound of water rippling in the bathtub and the sound of ticking water sound in the dark, reverberating in the empty room.

Mo Yi quickly reached out and pressed Jiang yuanrou's arm on the edge of the bathtub. When he felt the tense muscles under his hand, he put a little pressure on him. Then he approached Jiang yuanrou's ear and said in a voice:

"don't move, it's me."

Jiang yuanrou's movements were slightly stiff and did not move any more.

The sound of water rippling in the bathtub slowly disappeared, and finally only the sound of evenly dripping water was left -

Jiang yuanrou sat quietly in the dark, lowered his voice, and tentatively asked:

" Mo Yi? "

Her familiar voice, similar content, and the same tone as before made Mo Yi recall the bad memories.

His heart leaped, pressing the palm of Jiang yuanrou's arm subconsciously tightened slightly.

The slender arm in the hand is cold as a corpse, and the sticky touch is transmitted along the skin of the two people.

In the dark came Jiang yuanrou's low pumping sound.

Mo Yi then sobered up from his repressed mood and relaxed the strength of his palm.

He took a deep breath and gave a low "um" sound. Quan took it as an answer to Jiang yuanrou's question just now.Not waiting for Mo Yi to do anything more, just listen to the distant corridor in the dark - slowly, from near to far, sounded a gentle sob.

The sound of unknown footsteps and cloth friction, like the nightmare of midnight, sounded again in the distance.

Then through the dead and empty corridor, it was clearly sent to Mo Yi's ears.

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