Chapter 123

The narrow and deep corridor is filled with a faint smell of blood, and the deep shadow is trapped by the dirty and bloody walls.

Not far away were the rustling lights, casting a dim light down.

The hypothesis put forward just now makes people shudder -

there must be an evil personality in the split personality of such a serial killer. Then he killed the boss of the third floor and the second floor, and tried to open the door of the second floor, in order to seize the control of Edwin's body.

Mo Yi raised her eyes and finally took a deep look at the body that was hanging on the wall. Then she turned to Jiang yuanrou, who was standing on the side, and said:

"let's go. Let's go to the room and have a look. Maybe we can find some clues."

Jiang yuanrou's face was still white. She took a deep breath and nodded slowly:

"OK."

Now, the only way they can find clues is to leave as far as possible.

Mo Yi looks down at his watch: it's less than an hour before this copy ends.

Now they have not only failed to find Jiang Yuanbai, but also failed to find any relevant clues.

However, if you miss this copy, it is impossible to save Jiang Yuanbai.

This is the first time that Mo Yi wants the replica to live longer, so that they can stay in the replica for a longer time.

He put down his wrist, slowly let out a breath, then moved his finger slightly and adjusted the flashlight in his hand.

Straight beams of light shine into the darkness deep in the corridor, and the slightly shaking light illuminates the undulating shadows in the dark corridor ahead, and outlines the fuzzy outline.

They walked one after the other into the corridor.

Although the boss of this layer has no threat to them, there are still more hidden and unknown dangers waiting for them. This recognition has cast an indelible shadow on their hearts, which makes them have to be more cautious.

The atmosphere in the corridor is heavy and tense, which makes people nervous to deal with what may happen next.

They soon came to the blackened door.

Mo Yi takes a look at Jiang yuanrou, exchanges a certain look, and then pushes the door inward with a slight force of his fingertips.

The door of the room slid slowly and silently into the darkness.

The door frame is like a huge dark mouth, showing the empty hole inside, as if waiting for something.

Mo Yi took a few steps to the interior of the room with his flashlight in his hand -

the area inside was not small. The cold iron bed was scattered in disorder in the room. The curtain without color was knocked down on the wet and dirty ground. Half of the rusty railings were on the ground, flashing cold light under the light.

On one side of the room is the familiar iron bed, the tie belt is scattered on the mottled leather, and on the side of the table is an old dusty instrument. Countless dense wires hang down, and electrodes of different colors are connected at the end of the wire.

And the two iron beds that had been bound with corpses were not surprisingly empty.

Just like the corpse in the room on the negative floor, it disappeared completely, and there was no blood left on the ground.

The light of the flashlight fell on one of the iron beds, and the binding band was empty on the dirty leather bed. The sharp ice cones lay quietly on the top of the iron bed, and the iron tip flashed cold light under the light.

There was no trace of brain or blood on it.

Mo Yi looked at the bed thoughtfully, and then moved his flashlight to the other corner of the room.

But the butterfly on the wall of the room, which was only outlined with blood, was still bright and dazzling. Its ugly and bloated body was tightly attached to the wall and ceiling, looking twisted and strange.

Jiang yuanrou took a few steps forward, went to the bedside where the electric shock was used, and then stretched out her hand behind the old instrument -

Mo Yi turned her head and saw that she picked up a dusty medical record folder from the corner of the table.

Jiang yuanrou patted the dust on it, then turned on her flashlight, opened the medical record folder by the light, looked into it. After a few quick glances, she looked at Mo Yi with a slightly dignified look and said:

"you can see this."

Mo Yi steps forward and looks down at the medical record folder opened by Jiang yuanrou.

Inside the paper is very old, the rough surface presents a dark gray brown, the handwriting on it is also very fuzzy, in the light is not bright, it is difficult to see the real.

The above seems to be records of some treatment methods. The name and information of the patients have been blurred, but we can still see the recorded treatment methods -

electric shock, craniotomy, lobectomy of white matterAs the pages turned, one after another of the cruel therapies that had disappeared in human history were presented to them, chilling with cold data and simple descriptions.

This medical record book is obviously a record of the experiments that have been carried out in this room.

The sound of tiny paper flipping sounded in the empty and silent room, and gently scraped on the eardrum, which made people worried.

It soon turned to the last page.

Compared with other pages, this page looks clean, with only the names of the subjects printed at the top of the page.

The pale light of the flashlight made the handwriting clear and distinct, exactly the same as on the previous pages:

Edwin Carter.

Both Mo Yi and Jiang yuanrou were stunned and looked up at each other --

at the same time, a most probable guess appeared in their hearts In order to find a cure for mental illness, Edwin took himself as the experimental object.

At that time, it was impossible to cure the patients with mental or psychological consequences.

Edwin himself has a tragic childhood experience, as well as the influence of a perverted murderer's father and a family history of mental illness.

Such an experiment will not only not cure his mental state, but will aggravate his mental illness.

Perhaps this is why, after Edwin returned to his father's old house, Edwin gradually changed from the extreme method of treating mental patients to simple torture.

Mo Yi looked down at the signature of the dragon and Phoenix dancing on the dark yellow paper and rubbed the paper subconsciously with his fingers.

Maybe It was at this time that Edwin split up the most terrible evil personality.

Jiang yuanrou sighed for a long time, then closed the medical record folder with her fingers slightly, and the paper flashed slightly in the light of the flashlight.

Mo Yi's eyes stopped and coldly caught the flash of handwriting under the light -

he reached out and pressed Jiang yuanrou's palm, and said in a low voice, "wait a minute."

Jiang yuanrou is stunned, and then stops her movements. She looks at Mo Yi in doubt and asks, "what's the matter?"

Mo Yi, with a dignified face, reaches out to take the medical record folder in Jiang yuanrou's hand, and then opens it to the last page again. Next, he twists the last empty paper with his finger and turns it to the back -

their hearts jump at the same time.

An ugly butterfly appeared behind the paper and emerged on the dark surface of the paper under the light. The bloated body covered the whole paper in a ferocious and ominous way. The patterns on its huge wings formed the shape of eyes and looked back at all the people who looked at it.

What does it mean that this butterfly happens to appear after this page?

If Edwin's experiments on himself led to the birth of that evil personality

So this butterfly, in fact, has nothing to do with Edwin's other personalities?

Mo Yi was stunned. It seemed that something suddenly occurred to him. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Jiang yuanrou with burning eyes. He asked in a low voice:

"when you were on the second basement floor, after you were caught by that woman, you would stay in the same room with her until I went to rescue you, right?"

Jiang yuanrou is stunned by Mo Yi, but still nods.

Mo Yi's breath is a little bit short. He stares at Jiang yuanrou and asks the next question: "in that time, do you still have consciousness?"

He did not wait for Jiang yuanrou to answer, and continued to ask, "do you remember what she did to you during that period?"

Jiang yuanrou frowned slowly and said with some hesitation:

"I lost too much blood and was immersed in ice water. My memory is a little unclear, but I seem to have an impression She seems to be Talk to me? Or tell a story What... "

Mo Yi's throat moved and his voice was a little hoarse. He calmed down for a few seconds and then said:

"before the 20th century, the treatment of mental illness was mainly divided into two schools, one of which was surgical school. They hoped to treat patients with surgical therapy, such as craniotomy and electric shock, and the other was warm therapy, which paid enough attention to patients To hope that they will recover. "

Mo Yi pauses, looks at Jiang yuanrou and says:

"one of them is empathy. The therapist tries to communicate with the mental patient by chatting and pouring out

Jiang yuanrou blinked and seemed to have no response: "so The woman actually wanted to Treat me? "

Mo Yi nodded slowly, took a deep breath and continued:

"I'm afraid it is Edwin, the third and the second, is supposed to be the result of Edwin's obsession with the cure of mental illness. The third is surgical therapy, the second is affective therapy. The negative layer is likely to be the master, so only he can communicate with usJiang yuanrou pondered for a while and asked:

"so The other two characters locked him up for the sake of Protection? "

Mo Yi was silent for a few seconds and replied, "maybe."

His eyes fell on the end of the page with butterflies, and there was a word written in the previous handwriting:

"stop"

the following line was changed into a crooked handwriting: "why?"

"Just stop"

the crooked handwriting appears again: "they are beautiful only after they die."

"just like a butterfly."

suddenly, Mo Yi opened his mouth and said, "when a butterfly's larva is in the cocoon, it will decompose itself into only some residual cell tissue. In fact It's also a form of death. "

[life is death]

similarly, [death is life]

Mo Yi turned to look at Jiang yuanrou, pointed his finger on the handwriting in the corner of the page, and whispered:

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