Chapter 156

I have a cold today Headache, sore throat and pain all over the body

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sorry

I'm sorry

the cold fingers subconsciously put more force on his own mandible, and suppressed the exclamation that was about to fall off in Mo Yi's palm on his side, holding and closing the flashlight, while the spare fingers have already pinched the glass beads just aroused by reflex consciousness.

Pale finger tip slightly forced, as if in the control of their own pinch down the * *.

This prop can freeze the monster within three meters for five seconds. Although it can't completely free him, it can deal with some critical situations.

The footsteps behind him rang again.

It's getting closer this time.

There is only one wall away from Mo Yi.

He could almost distinguish the sound of the sole rubbing against the rough ground, the dull sound of the heavy heel landing on the ground, and the subtle, sharp, harsh metallic sound.

The material behind is almost soaked with cold sweat and squeezed between the back and the wall. The cold and cold touch penetrates into the body through the skin and slowly spreads into the gap of the spine.

Mo Yi's muscles are stiff and tight. The cold feeling spreads from his back to his limbs. It seems that only the round glass ball between his fingers has some temperature.

The footstep seemed to pause for a moment, then slowly, heavily, and dragged away.

The sound of the soles of the feet rubbing against the ground, together with the sharp metal sound, slowly went away to the distance. In Mo Yi's ears, it slowly became smaller and weaker, until it could no longer be heard.

Mo Yi put down his fingers tightly covering the lower half of his face. His palms were cold and wet with sweat. The dull pain caused by the stiff muscles on his fingers flowed like the tide, which made his fingertips twitch slightly.

His face did not change, only a long breath, and then slowly opened his eyes.

His blood red eyes were still staring at him in the dark, ferocious and terrifying.

Even if he has made psychological preparations, Mo Yi's heart still beats hard when he sees this scene again.

He soon calmed down, his brain turned and analyzed like a sophisticated machine, and quickly came to the most likely hypothesis -

it was no threat.

Mo Yi has always been confident in his ability, so he slowly relaxed his muscles, changed the glass bead in his hand to another free hand, and then moved a few steps in the opposite direction in the dark.

With a slight movement of his finger, he turned on the light in the lowest compartment.

A bloody body appeared in the light. His arm was lifted high and his palm was nailed to the wall with thick nails. On his ferocious and pale face, his blood red eyes were unwilling to stare at the direction of the door, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair, just like dust glass beads.

The most terrible thing is that there is almost only skeleton left on the body. The viscera in the belly flows down along the gravity and piles up a greasy beach at the feet of the corpse. The blood red skin and muscle tissue are exfoliated precisely, and then nailed to the wall with nails to form the complex patterns on butterfly scales.

Mo Yi subconsciously thinks of the huge and ugly butterfly picked out with her nails in the room where she wakes up.

As expected, it was dead.

He took a deep breath and put the glass beads in his hands into his smart backpack.

When he was in the dark just now, he remembered the amazing blood pool on the ground and the dazzling drag marks on the ground. When he hid in the room, the flashlight lit up the ground in a panic before closing it -

the bloodstain dragged on the ground was just dragged into the room.

So the "stuff" in this room There is a high probability that they are dead and will not pose a threat to themselves.

Mo Yi looked at the ugly corpse in front of him with some complexity. Although his conjecture was verified to be correct, he was shocked to face such a miserable and horrible corpse.

However, perhaps due to the baptism of the previous three copies, Mo Yi almost no longer felt the nausea in his stomach.

He frowned and retreated a few steps. The strong, almost congealed smell of blood almost made his sense of smell fail and occupied his senses and nerves fiercely.

In refraction, Mo Yi seems to have thought of something. He presses down the flashlight in his hand slightly. If there is a substantial light column projected at the foot of the bloody corpse.

Next to that pile of greasy viscera, there was a small group of coats, stained with blood and dust, but the logo on it was still visible - it was a well-known sports brand.

Mo Yi frowned, went to the front, reached out to pick up the group of clothes, and then forced to shake open.

The strong smell of blood came to my face, the dust floated up, and the wrinkled clothes unfolded.Yes, it's really a modern sweatshirt.

Mo Yi's look in the eyes of the moment sank down, a pair of dark eyes in the flashing light.

He re projected the light beam from his hand to the corpse. He saw that the man was wearing pants matching his sports suit, which was also contaminated with blood. In one corner of the room, there was a tattered backpack.

The nylon fabric reflected 80% new luster under the light. There was a big crack on it, as if it had been torn by some sharp weapon. The contents of the cloth fell to the ground, and a flashlight rolled to the ground not far away.

Mo Yi shudders at a terrible conjecture.

The bloodstains in his waking room and out of the corridor were old Tan, and the blood near the elevator and dragged into the ward were indeed half solidified and bright red.

This corpse is dressed up in a modern way, and all kinds of familiar objects in his backpack -

this dead man is probably a player just like him.

There was a chill behind Mo Yi.

What he entered this time, I'm afraid, is not a brand-new copy, but more like a semi-finished product that has not been cleared.

In the past, the player will decide to start the game after the players meet. But this time, the reason why the game is announced to start when he has only one person is probably because the players of the previous wave have already met and are likely to It's been a disaster.

A more serious problem slowly surfaced.

What about Jiang yuanrou?

They must be in the same copy this time, and the game won't pit them at this point, but they should have been leaked into two different places in the copy, and they should not be on the same floor.

Mo Yi clenched his flashlight fingers slightly and subconsciously looked into the thick darkness outside the ward door.

It seems that he needs to find the key card to open the elevator as soon as possible.

He focuses on the body nailed to the wall - it's good to have players who have already explored it, which can save him a lot of the benefits of searching for clues.

Mo Yi thought bitterly and happily. Then he rummaged in the pocket of his coat in his hand. There was nothing useful except some fragmentary things.

He throws his sportswear back under his feet and steps toward the player's broken backpack.

There are some familiar props that need to be brought into the dungeon. Almost every player with some experience will carry them. Mo Yi has enough with him, so he doesn't need to increase his own weight.

He flipped through the contents, and as he moved, a packaged Mint rolled out of his backpack, stained with dust and blood on the ground.

Mo Yi stares at it for a moment. Subconsciously, he thinks of the fog that sticks to feeding his candy. He frowns.

He pursed his lips, turned his eyes from the candy, then stood up from the ground and patted the dust on his body.

There is almost nothing valuable in this player's backpack. Moreover, it may be to prevent players from killing each other. Therefore, after the player dies, the props they carry will be automatically recycled by the game and cannot be picked up by the players of the same copy.

Mo Yi got nothing.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something, and then projected his eyes on the miserable body.

He hesitated for a moment, and then stepped forward - a sticky touch came from the slippery ground under his feet, and the smell of more blood ran unstoppably into his nostrils, and the exposed bones and viscera of the corpse magnified in his eyes.

Mo Yi held his breath and groped for the pocket of the body's trousers with his fingers.

Through the thin cloth, he could almost touch the cold, stiff, lifeless skin of the corpse.

In the dark, Mo Yi's eyes lit up. He took out the thing that was making a sound with his fingertips, but I lit it up with my flashlight in my hand.

It was a worn, yellowish sheet of paper, folded casually into four folds, with dark brown blood and fingerprints on it, perhaps because it had been in the pocket for a long time, it looked a little wrinkled.

Mo Yi unfolded it carefully to prevent the loud paper rubbing sound in the dead darkness.

In the light, everything on the paper was visible - this is a map of this floor.

Mo Yi's heart relaxed a little, and his eyes stopped at one end of the map for a moment:

there is an elevator, and the ward next to the elevator is where he is now.

Then, another logo on the map attracted all Mo Yi's attention.

A room at the other end of the corridor was marked with the words "staff room", and next to the staff room was a blackened room. The dark color completely covered the room, and it was impossible to make out the logo on it.

Mo Yi gently wiped it with his finger - the sticky touch touched his finger belly, and the flashlight illuminated the blackened place.It's blood.

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