Chapter 107

Mo Yi's action is stopped, a pair of dark eyes are staring at Jiang yuanrou. Her pale face is more and more bloodless under the weak light of the flashlight. Her dark pupils stare at Jiang yuanrou's face with a mistake, as if to see through her.

Jiang yuanrou's pale and bleeding face is gloomy. Her lips are tight and she looks very dignified.

The narrow room filled with a strong smell of blood and putrefaction, fermented into a disturbing smell in the fuzzy dark.

In reality, Jiang yuanrou didn't talk to Mo Yiduo about his experience in his last copy.

First, there is no precedent for the same person to enter the same copy twice. Secondly, players' right to talk about the copy in real life is limited - you can talk to the player who has entered the copy with yourself, but if you want to tell the details of the copy with other players, you will be banned or even punished.

Mo Yi speculates that the game mechanism is so strict with the circulation control of the information in the replica, which is probably due to the repeated use of the unsettled copies in the game, in order to prevent the communication of clues.

Therefore, he did not ask Jiang yuanrou about the plot of his last copy.

Mo Yi frowned tightly, and a deep line was carved between his brows. He turned his head and looked at the corpse nailed to the wall. He carefully observed its bloody and miserable appearance. Then he asked in doubt:

"how can there be other players' bodies here?"

He thought he had entered the unpublished copy of Jiang yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai last time, so as to explain the pain of all the abnormal phenomena he encountered since entering the copy.

After all, according to Jiang yuanrou, Jiang Yuanbai is trapped in the copy, and she has props that can send both sides together - although there is no effect to say otherwise.

But now she denied the possibility herself!

Mo Yi's brow frowns tightly, and his face is stained with a trace of heaviness.

Jiang yuanrou slowly shook her head and looked at the corpse along the light column of Mo Yi's flashlight. Her light brown eyes were also full of doubts. She replied in a low voice:

" I don't know. "

The atmosphere between the two suddenly sank down, and the thick bloody darkness surrounded them. If there was any substance, it would quietly close and pull their hearts straight into the abyss.

Jiang yuanrou covered her still bleeding abdomen, slowly moved a few steps to the wall, and then put more than half of her weight against the wall behind her and breathed out a little.

She took back her eyes from the miserable corpse and turned her eyes to Mo Yi:

"when I first came in, I thought it was a new normal copy."

Jiang yuanrou's tone of voice in the word "normal" a few points.

"But the longer I stay in this copy, the more I find something wrong..."

Her eyelashes drooped, her slender fingers slowly tightened, and her knuckles turned slightly white with force:

"more and more phenomena show that this copy is unusual I also want to make myself believe that this is because of the role of props, so it sent us to my unfinished copy, but... "

Jiang yuanrou took a deep breath, trembling in her breath. She calmed her mind for a moment, and then she said:

"but it's useless to cheat myself again, because my last copy is really not a mental hospital."

Mo Yi is still looking at the corpse in front of her at the moment. After hearing Jiang yuanrou's words, she turns her head and looks at her:

"what was the copy of your last experience?"

Jiang yuanrou's eyes sank slightly. She simply told her copy of her last experience, trying not to involve too many details.

Mo Yi listened silently. The flashlight in his hand flashed faintly in the dark, shining on the viscera exposed by the corpse nailed on the wall, showing a kind of greasy and strange texture.

The copy of Jiang yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai's last experience is a semi open old house.

Because they didn't clear the branch task of that copy, they didn't have a deep understanding of the plot hidden in that copy and couldn't say anything useful.

Mo Yi slightly lowered his eyes, and there was still a deep impression on his eyebrows -

according to the clues available now, it seems that this copy has nothing to do with the copy Jiang yuanrou experienced.

Subconsciously, he rubbed the cold and hard edges and corners of the metal shell of the flashlight with his fingertips, and fell into deep thought.

In the narrow room, only the oppressive breath of the two of them could be heard. In the dark and dead room, the smell of blood was spreading in the semi closed space, like a huge stone pressing on the bottom of their hearts.

At this time, Mo Yi's breath slightly stagnated.

He heard the faint footsteps and weeping outside the door - it seemed to be coming in their direction!Mo Yi takes a quick look at Jiang yuanrou. Their eyes are interlaced between the electric light and the fire, and they quickly exchange a look.

His fingertips sank slightly, only to hear the "click" sound, the metal opening and closing sound, the flashlight light column disappeared in an instant, and the whole room quickly sank into a dark without light.

The darkness made their other senses extraordinarily sharp.

Mo Yi's whole mind is separated by a thin door outside the corridor, that faint sobbing and footstep sound traction.

Holding his breath in the dark, he subconsciously clutched his long, cold fingers and curled up in his sweaty palms.

The voice echoed in the open and narrow corridor, and approached little by little. The whimper seemed to be magnified countless times in the ears. With the rapid heartbeat in the chest, it echoed empty -

fortunately, Mo Yi did not experience this situation for the first time since entering this copy, so he quickly adapted to it and stood quietly in the dark Waiting in silence.

The sound of footsteps approached slowly, which was especially clear in the dark. Along with the subtle sound of cloth rubbing on the ground, it approached slowly, and then came to the door -

Mo Yi had a cold sweat in his palm, and his bright eyes were tightly fixed on the door panel hidden in the dark.

Just then, he heard the subtle squeak from the door panel

It's like the sound of a long fingernail scraping the door panel -

Mo Yi's heart instantly mentions to his throat what he wants to do, but he is too far away from the door panel, and now he has no chance to act!

Standing at the door, Jiang yuanrou instantly responded. She leaned against the wall and moved to the side. Then she lowered herself to hide her figure in the visual blind area of the iron railing on the door panel.

Mo Yi had no time to react, his body subconsciously flashed to the corner far away from the door panel, and the whole body instantly hid in the dark shadow of the room.

The scraping sound of fingernails creaked on the door panel, which made the scalp numb.

The tiny whimper, like a hairspring, is infinitely enlarged and magnified. Through the iron railing on the door panel, it reaches Mo Yi's eardrum without hindrance, as if it were ringing in the ear.

Mo Yi has goose bumps.

He covered his mouth and nose with his cold, stiff hand to prevent his breathing from exposing his position.

The sound of footsteps stopped slightly at the door, and the sound of fingernails scraping the door panel disappeared, as if waiting for something.

Mo Yi's laryngeal knot moved slightly, and the hot pain of dryness and lack of water came from his throat. It was like a burning fire that burned from his stomach to his esophagus.

The footsteps outside the door sounded again, accompanied by a low whimper and the fine friction sound on the ground, and walked slowly towards the distance.

Mo Yi's tight heart strings slightly relaxed. He breathed a long sigh of relief, but his rigid body still stood against the cold wall behind him. He listened quietly in the dark

The footstep sound seemed to turn a corner, the sound became smaller in an instant. Soon, only a few faint echoes could be heard in my ears.

Mo Yi's muscles relaxed a little, and his almost disappeared five senses slowly returned to his cage. He found that his side was the body nailed to the wall, and his palm happened to press on the pieces of meat on his body.

The cold and greasy feeling climbs up slowly along the contact skin, and the thick bloody smell lingers in the nose, which makes Mo Yi's stomach churn.

He subconsciously moved to the side of a step, opened a little distance, the foot seems to touch something soft.

Mo Yi looks up at Jiang yuanrou, and sees that she is still squatting at the door with her back firmly against the door panel. The voice in the background has gone away, and it seems that she can not pose any threat for the time being.

He took out his flashlight, cautiously turned on the weakest light, and lit it at his feet.

It's a backpack.

It was besieged with blood and mud on the ground. It looked dirty and dilapidated, and could hardly see its original color.

Mo Yi squatted down, put the flashlight aside, then grabbed one side of the backpack with one hand, grasped the zipper on the backpack with the other hand, and then slowly pulled it open.

The contents of the backpack were exposed to his eyes.

Mo Yi reached out and flipped in the backpack, carefully turning the contents of the backpack without making any unnecessary noise.

There are also not many useful things in it. They are all items that must be brought into the copy. Mo Yi is not short of them now.

He plucked the things inside, and then opened his outside pocket.

to Mo Yi's surprise, he turned over a small wallet in his outer pocket. He was a little stunned and unconsciously turned the small wallet open.

Under the weak light of the flashlight, Mo Yi saw half a corner of the ID card stuck in his wallet.He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pulled out the ID card. There was a picture of a girl with short hair printed on it, smiling at the camera.

Mo Yi was stunned. He picked up the flashlight thrown on one side and pointed it at the body nailed to the wall.

Its upper body has no muscle and skin coverage, only exposed viscera, the lower body is also neutral sports pants, twisted incomplete face almost can not distinguish the five features, but the hair can still be on.

Mo Yi's eyes sank down and tightened his fingers holding the ID card.

He suddenly found a clue that he had never noticed before.

In the negative third floor, all the dead players' bodies are male, and the ghost with a long knife should be male according to his quick glance.

This floor When he was in the corridor before, he saw the shadow of the ghost - she had long hair.

Jiang yuanrou, this player and the dead players are all women. 161

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