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Chapter 93
Chapter Ninety Three
The mechanical female voice echoed in the empty and dark corridor, as if coldly seeping from the walls in all directions:
"...Your only task is to survive for six hours in the mental hospital."
Mo Yi took a deep breath, forced down his chaotic thoughts, and then listened to the female voice's next words.
Just listen to it continue to say without ups and downs:
"The following are tips for you:
Up is down, to go is to stay, life is death, and you are me.
wish you a happy game. "
The female voice disappeared, and the whole corridor returned to darkness and silence.
Immediately afterwards, when the echo of the last byte disappeared into the air, the light overhead suddenly came on without warning.
The cold and pale light tubes creaked on the dirty ceiling, illuminating a small section of the corridor in front of you. The blood stains and handprints all over the wall precipitated into a dark brown, which appeared more clearly in the pale light. Dazzling.
The corridor not far away is still shrouded in darkness.
The tables, chairs and papers that fell messily on the ground undulated in the dark into fuzzy shadows, looking like some sleeping creatures.
Mo Yi's brows were furrowed, his cold fingers tightened slightly, and the metal tube of the flashlight under his palm was sharply pressed against the skin, and it was slightly dull and painful.
In the past, the dungeons would start after the players met, but this time, Mo Yi hadn't seen any player's shadow, and the game had already been announced.
This is a huge change in the rules of the entire game. Such an unexpected change makes the entire game full of uncertainty.
He slowly meditated the prompt in his heart, chewing word by word, but he still found nothing.
Mo Yi Station was observing the corridor he was in on the spot, and the half-bright light above his head illuminated the scene in front of him.
A solid brick wall looked indestructible, with dirty stains and dried blood all over it, and the pale beam of flashlight slid to a place where the dim light could not illuminate it—the whole wall did not have a window.
This corridor is completely closed. Without a window, it means that the countdown cannot be seen. It also means that Wen Chen cannot enter this instance.
He cannot actively invade the dungeon unless the player in the dungeon accidentally put him in.
The last copy happened to be in a semi-enclosed state, half of the copies were exposed outdoors, so Wen Chen was able to follow into the house.
Mo Yi couldn't help but feel a little pity. Although he didn't think Wen Chen could bring him much help in deciphering, having such an NPC who was willing to save people was always a guarantee to prevent him from playing off.
Those light gray eyes appeared subconsciously in front of him, and Mo Yi couldn't help but get distracted.
I don't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that Wen Chen looked at his eyes...Always focused incredible, as if... They weren't the first time they met.
Mo Yi frowned and dispelled the inexplicable thoughts in his heart.
The light overhead made a sizzling sound, and it was difficult to emit a weak light. The corridor in front of you was shadowy, and the darkness in it seemed to be waiting for an opportunity to move.
Mo Yi Station paused at the same place, and then chose a direction to walk forward.
The light of the flashlight always looks very weak and small before the heavy darkness, and it can only slightly illuminate the road in front of him.
The messy tables and chairs piled up on the ground in front blocked Mo Yi's front. He carefully bypassed the dusty obstacles, being careful not to touch any objects.
After all, this corridor is too quiet and dead now. Once a noise is made, it will be no good to disturb something in the dark.
Mo Yi walked forward slowly. The dim light behind him stretched his shadow. The front end of the shadow was blurred into a dark darkness. The beam of the flashlight in his hand shook slightly as he moved. .
The salty smell of blood, rust, and fish became rich in the air, and the concentration gradually increased with each step of Mo Yi's approach, almost condensed into a thin mist of blood, and the dark corridor was filled with an indeterminate smell.
Mo Yi felt his feet slip, his heart palpitated, and he quickly supported the wall on one side to stabilize his figure.
The flashlight's light shone downwards, and the aperture dangled across the ground, illuminating the feet.
Mo Yi's heart tightened slightly.
I saw that his feet were covered with bright red to dazzling blood, covering the entire ground like a lake, and Mo Yi could almost see the reflection of the flashlight in his hand.
Unlike the dry dark brown bloodstains in the corridor, these bloodstains are fresh, scarlet, dazzling, exuding the breath of death, and strongly imprint the red on the human retina.
Mo Yi's heart sank slightly.
He lifted his wrist a little bit, and saw that the furniture around the pool of blood was covered with dots of blood, and the large swaths were involuntarily cold.
Dragging blood on the ground extended into the thick darkness far away.
Mo Yi subconsciously let go of his breath and walked forward slowly.
The room beside him was the same room as when he woke up. It must be a ward of a mental hospital. The doors of some wards were deeply locked, and only a small piece of gray glass could see the scene inside.
Some doors were open, and the light of Mo Yi's flashlight swept inward, illuminating a little dark corner inside.
No room had a window, but cold air still penetrated slowly, eroding the remaining body temperature of Mo Yi's body, and he couldn't help but get goose bumps.
There was a mess in every ward. Beds, tables, and chairs fell incompletely into the dust, and the blood stains dried up and solidified into dark brown spots almost everywhere.
Mo Yi cautiously followed the bloodstains extending forward and moved around the obstacles one after another.
After another ten meters, he finally reached the end of the corridor.
It was a mottled iron railing. The steel pillars on it were arranged in a diamond shape. Mo Yi tried to stretch out his hand, but found that it didn't move. It only made a rusty rattle. The fragments of rust and dust followed him. The movements descended one after another, floating under the light of the flashlight.
Mo Yi leaned a little closer and found that there was a layer of steel door panels under the iron railings.
It seems...a bit like an elevator?
Mo Yi moved the flashlight in his hand to illuminate the wall on the side——
Sure enough, there was an elevator button on the wall, but there was only one. The logo on it was vague, and the original appearance could not be seen.
Mo Yi pressed the button. There was no movement in the elevator in front of him. He looked closely and saw a narrow bayonet slot above the button.
——It seems that this elevator cannot be started without staff swiping the card.
Sure enough, all the dungeons will not let people pass the level so easily.
Mo Yi sighed without regret, then turned his head and prepared to search the entire corridor carefully, looking for the elevator card that could start the elevator.
Just as he was about to turn around...Heavy and dragging footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
It seemed dangerous and uneasy in the darkness.
Mo Yi's scalp exploded, and a chill oozes from his heart, making him cold in his hands and feet, but a layer of sweat on his forehead.
He subconsciously pressed off the flashlight in his hand, and then ducked into the ward that was half open.
The back was tightly against the cold and damp wall, and the cold, hard touch followed the skin into the bone marrow.
Mo Yi covered his mouth and nose with the palm of his hand to prevent his sudden quicker breathing from betraying his position.
The heavy footsteps were getting closer.
Step by step as if stepping on his heart.
Mo Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his gaze slowly adjusted to the heavy darkness in front of him.
——The bloody smell is stronger.
Mo Yi felt a bit cold on the back of his neck, and a chilling sense of danger came, and he turned his head stiffly if he felt it.
In the dim and narrow line of sight, his eyes met a pair of blood-red eyeballs in the darkness next to him——!
In the dead silence, the heavy footsteps were still approaching.