Chapter 115

Mo Yi was startled. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the place where the voice came from.

Next to the door where he had just come out, there was a tightly closed door. The color of the door panel was mottled and ugly. It looked like an old canvas. Dark brown spots were all over the door panel, which seemed to be dried up blood.

The sound seemed to come from this door.

Unlike other rooms in this corridor, under the closed door, there is a rusty steel plate welded to death, which is tightly inlaid on the wooden door. Under the steel plate is a thin shadow, which seems to be able to be lifted.

It's like It's like a little window that delivers things inside.

Mo Yi's heart was beating violently in his chest. His shirt was wet with cold sweat and stuck on his back, but he could not feel the cold.

His eyes were glued to the steel plate under the door, and it seemed that he could not move his eyes away.

There seemed to be some strange and unknown premonition in his mind, which was pounding his consciousness, tightening his mind, pulling his nerves, and bringing a shiver that could not be ignored.

Just then, a hoarse rusty creak sounded in the dead corridor.

Thin and sharp, as if a sharp knife in the general tension of people's nerves to scratch, people can not help but scalp numbness.

The small steel plate was slowly lifted up, and the thin shadow below gradually expanded, and then a few thin, pale fingers slowly stretched out from the darkness.

Mo Yi's breath stopped for a moment.

The pale fingers were very thin, very thin, almost a thin layer of skin, wrapped in hard bones, and looked like bones.

But still can see at a glance is a pair of children's hands.

The thin, soft voice of a child came through the heavy door. It sounded ethereal and strange. It repeated again:

"you are coming."

Mo Yi's larynx moved slightly, and a dry and painful feeling came. He took a deep breath and heard himself reply in a hoarse voice:

"yes."

The children's laughter came from behind the door and echoed in the empty corridor:

"you are so interesting."

Mo Yi has calmed down at the moment. He changes his position without a trace and moves himself to an angle. His eyes are still firmly fixed on the hand that protrudes from the bottom of the steel plate.

Controlling his voice, he replied cautiously:

"why do you say that?"

The children's voice behind the door sounds clear and clean:

"generally speaking, you should not ask me: who are you? Why are you here? Do you have any purpose? "

The voice suddenly became secretive: "or Where is my companion? Is she still alive

Mo Yi's heart leaped and his fingers shrank subconsciously, but his face was still silent:

"do you want me to ask these questions?"

It seems to realize that Mo Yi is trying to take the initiative in speaking, and the child voice suddenly becomes rough:

"of course not!"

Those thin fingers from under the steel plate suddenly tightened, and the sharp nails almost buckled into the wooden door panel.

The next second, the child's voice became sweet again:

"but If it was you, I might answer

Mo Yi's back exudes a layer of cold sweat. He sips some discolored lips, and his voice is still steady and calm:

"well, who are you?"

The child's voice giggled: "you should have guessed it already? I'm Edwin

Mo Yi's pale fingertips on his side moved slightly, and his breathing frequency changed slightly. He really guessed, but he didn't think that the other party would give the answer so easily.

He continued in the order of Edwin's question, "Why are you here?"

Edwin's voice was tinged with resentment and bitterness: "I'm certainly locked up."

Mo Yi's heart beat violently, and a thin layer of hot sweat appeared in the palm of his hand, which was wet and uncomfortable. He controlled his breath and continued to ask:

"who was it?"

Edwin giggled: "by the other Edwin, of course."

Mo Yi's fingers slowly tightened, faintly a little frightened.

When he was in the room just now, he actually had some vague guesses in his mind.

as like as two peas from animal to animal to human corpse, it is obviously the experiment and growth of killing methods, just like those of game player in those two floors.

This copy is the mental hospital, and the name of the mental hospital is Edwin This made him have some related associations.

However, all these are just one guess in Mo Yi's mind, and he lists at least four or five possible guesses in his mind. There is no more evidence and clues in this copy, which makes him unable to narrow down the scope.And "Edwin" on this floor Even said it directly?!

Mo Yi frowned tightly, but he could not refute the conjecture for a moment. All the evidence pointed to the same point -

what the other party said was right.

This mental hospital is called Edwin because Edwin himself is a mental hospital.

The man on the third floor, the woman on the second floor, and the children on this floor, they are all the same person, Edwin.

So the tip at the beginning of the copy says, "you are me.

The reference room on the second floor of the negative floor proved this conclusion again: because the mental hospital itself is not a real building, the document room in it can not contain any information.

But Mo Yi's heart is still vaguely uneasy.

But if that's true Who is pushing him on the third floor?

What's the meaning of the butterfly that always appears in the three floors? Is it just a killing symbol of a perverted murderer?

It seems to realize that Mo Yi has not answered for a long time. When the child's voice rings again, there is a trace of dissatisfaction in his voice:

"why don't you speak?"

Mo Yi recovered, took a deep breath and kept his voice calm:

"nothing, I was just scared."

Edwin laughed, and the giggle reverberated in the hallway, which was a little frightening. Half a minute later, he suddenly stopped, and his voice was a little condensed:

"she likes to kill women, he likes to kill men, but I only like toys and small animals."

His voice suddenly became terrible and deep:

"so they locked me up."

Mo Yi recalled what Jiang yuanrou said before. In the copy she had experienced before, boss killed players by separating days by sex. If Edwin was really schizophrenic, he really showed only two personalities.

He narrowed his eyes, staring at the finger protruding from the bottom of the steel plate, suddenly opened his mouth and asked the third question that the other party asked him to ask:

"do you have any purpose?"

"Br >" of course, the sound of his fingers was coming back to the door Mutual benefit and mutual benefit. "

Mo Yi's heart leaped slightly, and suddenly an ominous premonition rose from his heart.

"Look behind you."

The faint voice of a child sounds innocent and innocent.

Mo Yi turns his head and looks behind him. His eyes follow the window and look at the corridor opposite

A familiar, petite figure stood at the end of the corridor, stiff, with a slightly drooping head, long curly brown hair, and a deep shadow over her face, revealing only a pointed pale chin.

Mo Yi's heart leaped wildly. His hands and feet were cold. A thin layer of sweat came out from his forehead, which flowed slowly down the hot temple.

He subconsciously took a step forward, and the situation in his eyes became more and more clear -

with an extremely slow speed, Jiang yuanrou slowly walked along the corridor. The pattern of dark green wallpaper on the wall of the corridor seemed to move and rotate without trace.

Her movements were stiff, and she seemed to be manipulated by something, and she walked towards the end of the corridor step by step.

Mo Yi's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the end of the corridor.

There is a deep red door, bright, rich blood color, it seems that there is blood slowly flowing down the straight door frame, the dazzling blood color is deeply imprinted on the wall.

- "up is down.".

To go is to stay.

If Edwin was right, they were slowly moving up in the elevator, but they were actually moving slowly into the depths.

If Jiang yuanrou walked out of that door, she left in the deepest part of this copy

Then she will be left forever.

Mo Yi's heart was violently pulled up. The cold feeling spread from the bottom of his feet and pushed straight to the top of his head. A huge shiver spread through his nerves to all parts of his body.

He took a big step forward and rushed to the window, slapping his palm against the cold glass subconsciously.

He heard his hoarse voice echoing in the dead and narrow corridor:

"yuanrou

Mo Yi slapped at the fuzzy and hard glass, and the hot pain of gravel friction came from his throat, and the sharp pain came from the injured finger root, as if the dull rusty knife was cutting hard on the nerve, bringing palpitation pain.

Just then, the soft, child's voice sounded behind his back.His voice sounds cold and smooth, as if it were some kind of grim cold-blooded animal, slowly wriggling and contracting the soft body, leaving cold and slippery marks on the skin, and bringing up a series of goose bumps and physiological shudders:

"-- you let me out, I help you save her, how about?"

"Mutual benefit and mutual benefit."

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