Chapter 114

A door is slowly separated from the wall in front of you. The dark green wallpaper slides in with the door panel and is covered by a deeper shadow. Inside the door is a pitch black, like an abyss, standing quietly a few steps away.

A kind of old and dreary breath slowly escaped from the door, mixed with a faint smell of blood.

Mo Yi drooped in the palm of his side, a thin layer of sweat. He moved his finger holding the flashlight, and let the light column shine into the door where the accident occurred.

The light was swallowed up by the abyss, where there seemed to be nothing.

He slowly took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes. His swollen and feverish eyes were covered with cold eyelids, bringing a trace of calm and reason to his somewhat confused mind.

Now, Mo Yi unexpectedly calmed down.

He recalled and analyzed every clue in his mind, and then sorted them out.

According to his experience in the third level, the illusion in this replica does not take the initiative to cause harm to him, but tends to induce him to make the wrong choice and stay in the replica forever. Fantasy can't really imitate the control of the game on players, so Jiang yuanrou is likely to be real.

But when he just wanted to disclose his guess about the member test copy to Jiang yuanrou, it should be the last time he saw the real Jiang yuanrou, and the silence brought by the game at that time could not be copied.

Mo Yi opened his eyes, revealing a pair of dark eyes under his eyelashes. There was a cold light in the deep of his eyes. He looked rational and calm.

His eyes fell on the dark green wallpaper, which formed the dark lines of those small lattices. Looking carefully, it was a butterfly connected head and tail, settling in the deep shadow of the corridor. It looked as if there was a faint colloidal substance seeping from it.

Well, the only explanation is that this floor separates them after their conversation.

Mo Yi lianmou listens to the sound of his heart beating steadily in the chest, and exhales a long breath.

With the gradual in-depth understanding of the game mechanism, he more and more felt that his task this time was heavy. He not only wanted to survive when the copy deliberately kept all the clues away from him, but also helped Jiang yuanrou complete her test, as well as bring out Jiang Yuanbai who still did not know where he was - almost every task was almost impossible.

No wonder Jiang yuanrou was so generous.

Mo Yi sighed a little helplessly, restrained his mind, and then raised his eyes to look at the quietly open fan.

Pale and calm, he stepped into the door leading to the unknown and darkness.

With his steps, the darkness slowly engulfed him, and his body was surrounded by the increasingly dreary smell of dust, mixed with the smell of blood and decay that had never changed since the third basement floor, lingering in his nose, as if to encroach on his every sense organ.

Mo Yi's choked breath slightly smothered, and he continued to walk towards the deep.

As he slowed down and walked forward, he slowly turned his wrist and flashed his flashlight to his side, thus creating his own environment.

This is a very large room, the room is dark, there is no light, there is no sound, almost make people doubt whether they are really in the space of real existence.

At the foot of the carpet is different from the feel of the corridor. Stepping on the soft and resilient feeling shows the price of the carpet under the foot. It seems to cover the whole room and quietly absorb all the sound.

Mo Yi's feet seem to have stepped on something. He used a flashlight to shine at his feet. He saw that it was a doll with a broken belly. Half of the doll's broken head was lonely and dark blue glass eyes, and his long golden hair was stained with dust, which was hanging on the back of the doll's bare head.

It looks pitiful and miserable.

Mo Yi moved his feet carefully, then continued to walk forward, but he might as well step on something.

The flashlight's bright lamp post moved down to illuminate half of the plush doll that had been cut open by a knife under his feet. It could not see what it had been like. It could only see pieces of Cotton falling out of its belly, like broken viscera flowing out of its body.

Under the ground, there was a clotting and dried up blood, which was quietly dried beside the doll. The long hair carpet polluted by blood presented a kind of dirty dark brown under the light.

Mo Yi's heart slightly jumps, can't help but speed up the pace under his feet, and then tripped by something soft underground.

He steadied himself and looked at the ground along the light in his hand. There was a dead mouse lying quietly on the carpet.

It seems to have just died a short time ago, the death is miserable, the white bones are cut out, the bloody muscles are exposed, and the viscera from the soft abdomen seems to be steaming hot.

Mo Yi calmed down. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stood still. Then he moved his flashlight to shine around the body of the mouse. Sure enough, in the dark not far from the mouse, there was a small dark shadow lying quietly in the dust.He frowned and walked a few steps in that direction before he recognized that it was a dead cat.

The bloody fur was tightly attached to its bony corpse. The fur on the other half of the corpse was torn off, revealing bright red muscle texture. Then it was tightly stained on the long hair carpet with blood. Next to the corpse were several extremely rough muscles which appeared to be cut. They were carefully placed next to the torn fur. It seems that It's like a pair of wings made of flesh and blood.

A chill rose from the sole of Mo Yi's feet and went straight up to his forehead. Behind him came a thick cold sweat.

he stiffened his throat and restrained himself from the cold sensation he felt from the bottom of his heart. He turned his head over and slowly moved it to a larger extent with a flashlight.

a dead dog lay on the floor, surrounded by its flesh and blood, and seemed to be fully skilled in its wings.

Then, in the end, the light column of Mo Yi's flashlight stopped on the ground at least two or three meters away from him.

It was a human shadow.

Mo Yi's hand is cold and thin, and the hard outline on the metal shell of the flashlight is wet.

The strong and turbulent smell of blood invades his senses and texture, occupying his sense of smell and taste. His mouth even seems to be able to taste the rust smell floating in the air.

He took a few steps in that direction.

The shadow on the carpet gradually became clear in the sight. It was the corpse of a man, lying on the floor with his limbs open. The muscles of his upper body were almost completely stripped off, leaving only the bloody skeleton and viscera sliding to one side.

Large areas of muscle are small and thin, neatly spread on the carpet, looks skilled.

The rich, almost blackened blood seeped into the carpet, leaving deep brown blood stains on a large area of long hair above.

The almost congealed smell of blood and decay in the air made me nauseous.

Mo Yi's face is pale, his lips are tightly pursed, and a pair of dark eyes are tightly staring at the flesh and blood fragments arranged into huge butterfly wings on the carpet, silent thoughtfully.

He knew why the house was so hidden.

There's a lot of booty here - but it's not the players who died in this copy, it's more like The real-world booty on which this replica was built.

Subconsciously, he rubbed the flashlight with his fingers, touching the hard surface of his body temperature, and his lip line tightened into a tense arc.

This is the first clear clue in this copy.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the corpses and toy fragments he had just met along the way. The trace between his eyebrows became more and more profound.

He always feels that None of this seems so simple.

The smell of blood in the room would be suffocating.

Mo Yi walked around the corpse on the ground and walked to the wall at the end of the room. The light of the flashlight steadily fell on the dark green wallpaper on the wall. The patterns on it seemed more clear in the darkness and shadow, and seemed to float in the unstable light.

There is a door on the wall. The unobvious crack of the door is almost integrated with the wallpaper. If you don't observe it carefully, it is almost impossible to distinguish it from the pattern of the wallpaper.

Mo Yi stepped forward and opened the door.

In front of us is another long corridor, both ends of which are deeply turned in. It seems that there are seven turns and eight turns, and I don't know where to go.

This corridor, of course, he had never been before - because there were three or four rooms scattered in this corridor, while the former corridor was completely closed.

Most importantly, there is a window opposite Mo Yi's position.

And that window seems to be just to connect the two corridors - through the dim glass, you can see the corridor on the other side, exactly the same dark green wallpaper, dark brown carpet, exactly the same narrow and lengthy.

There are no rooms in that corridor.

Mo Yi stepped forward, his eyes fell on the corridor through the window, his hands and feet were cold.

He saw the end of the corridor on one side - there was a red door.

The bright red lacquer skin on the door looks like fresh blood, and the thick paint color seems to have a strong smell of rust. It seems that the next second there will be thick blood dripping down the straight door frame.

Just looking at it as if you could smell the bloody smell from the door.

Mo Yi's mind echoed Jiang yuanrou's words before:

- "there is a red secret door in the basement, we can't enter it."

His heart tightened slightly, and there seemed to be a fine hum in his eardrum.

At this time, Mo Yi heard a small, almost child's voice in his ear:

"you are here."

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