The narrow and closed elevator was completely dark, and the dreary air was tightly squeezed into the cramped space, and the heavy and stuffy feeling of suffocation followed everywhere.
Mo Yi could almost hear the resonance between his own heartbeat and the surrounding walls. The oppressive darkness was locked around his body, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The elevator plummeted down again!
The elevator around him made a hoarse and violent roar, and the dying vibration sounded in the narrow space, as if it would break in the next second.
Mo Yi had already stood at the corner of the elevator at this moment, his sweat-drenched back was tightly pressed against the corner of the cold wall, his palms were resting on the metal wall of the elevator, and his finger bones were slightly white due to the force.
The elevator stopped moving again.
Mo Yi took a few deep breaths, moved his steps carefully, and walked along the edge of the elevator to the door.
He put his eyes close to the gap in the elevator door, and looked out through the narrow gap—
A thin line of iron black lay across the narrow and limited field of vision. Mo Yi blinked and took a while to realize that this should be the ground of the second floor.
The light here is much more abundant than that on the third floor, and the pale light reflects into a thin line on the ground, which is almost dazzling.
Mo Yi almost knew the current location of the elevator. It should be stopping at the lower part of the second floor at the moment. The ground was stuck in the middle of the elevator, and he happened to be able to see the lower part of the second floor from his perspective.
There is also a long corridor in front of me. The cold light hits the empty ground. It is not the same as the chaos on the previous floor. It looks empty and clean. Although the corridor in the distance is a little blurry, you can still see the corridor in the distance. fork.
— This layer is much larger than the previous one.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.
The elevator started to shake violently again, and the horizon line in sight trembled and floated upwards.
Mo Yi's breathing became chaotic, and he pressed the elevator door harder with his palm. The icy metal door sent a biting coldness to his injured finger. The cold and pain were entangled like matching twins, impacting him. nerves.
Thick darkness shrouded the cramped elevator, and the four walls seemed to be close together, and then slowly squeezed out the last trace of air here.
At this moment, in the darkness behind him, there was a thin scratching sound.
Mo Yi's whole body was shaken, and a slight shudder slowly crawled up his back.
The closed elevator amplified the fine scratching sound and transmitted it to the entire elevator. The metal plate under the palm seemed to be able to feel the faint vibration, which made the scalp tingle.
It's like... something is trying to pierce through the thin metal walls of the elevator and go straight in.
Mo Yi frowned tightly.
—I can't wait any longer, the walls of this elevator probably won't last long.
The scratching sound in the darkness became louder, and the harsh and sharp sound of rubbing against the metal elevator wall made one's back numb.
He made a decisive decision, stuffed his fingertips into the narrow gap of the elevator door, and then slowly pulled it out forcefully.
The unpleasant sound of mechanical friction rang in the ear, piercing the eardrum sharply and high-pitched, which made Mo Yi feel a little headache.
His breathing was slightly rapid, and his palms were hard—
The metal door of the elevator was quickly opened by him to a gap big enough for one person to pass through. The cold and dim light in the corridor shone in through the narrow door gap, dispelling a little of the darkness in the elevator.
Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and glanced behind him, only to see a blurry outline protruding from the hard metal wall of the elevator in a dim shadow, as if something was stirring secretly...
The numb scratching sound became clearer, as if it was surrounded from all directions, it seemed to be everywhere, and it seemed to be right next to the ear, which made people feel physically uncomfortable.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, his breathing rate accelerated slightly, the hot blood hit the blood vessels and eardrums, making a surging sound—
time is limited.
He turned his head hastily, and then threw the backpack he was carrying behind him into the corridor through the open gap of the elevator door.
The bulging backpack made a clear sound on the ground, echoing in the silent and empty corridor.
Mo Yi didn't have time to think about anything else, so he stretched out his hand to press the ground that was just at the same level as his chest, and then jumped up with all his strength.
The elevator wall behind him made a clear "crack" sound, as if it was broken, and it was like thunder in Mo Yi's ears. The scratching sound spread in the darkness of the elevator, containing a deep and dense ominousness.
His breathing was a little unsteady, and there seemed to be a dangerous feeling in his heart that exploded instantly. He pressed his arms down hard, pushed his legs up against the wall, and quickly climbed up.
Mo Yi's ears were filled with the sound of his own heartbeat. Amidst the buzzing white noise, the huge sound behind him was distant and hazy, but the natural sensitivity of human beings to danger vibrated fiercely in his mind, knocking With a huge alarm bell.
He gritted his teeth and rolled on the ground.
Mo Yi accidentally pressed the wound on his hand under his body, causing him to involuntarily let out a low moan from his throat.
The severe pain made his brain clear again, and he turned his head to look at the elevator he had just climbed out of.
I saw that the two metal doors that had been forcibly opened had been slowly closed, shutting in the darkness of the whole box and the dark and surging blurred shadows inside, and they were tightly fastened together like a tight fit.
The roar of the machine and the sound of the zipline sounded again, and then silence returned after a while.
Mo Yi sat halfway on the ground panting for breath, his body heated up by exercise quickly cooled down, his sweaty clothes stuck tightly to his wet skin, blown by the icy cold wind in the corridor, shocking There was a fine layer of goosebumps.
There was a dead silence in the empty corridor, like a windless valley filled with a lifeless coldness.
Mo Yi blinked, salty sweat slid down the arch of his eyebrows, from the unscarred wound on his forehead to the sensitive cornea in his eyes was a burning pain.
He wiped the sweat off his face with one hand, then reached out to support the wall beside him, and stood up slowly from the ground.
The bones and bones on the body rattled softly as they rubbed against each other during the movement, and the stiff muscles all over the body felt a little sore.
Mo Yi moved his shoulder and neck joints, and then slightly moved the joints of his left hand that had just been connected. The soreness rose from every bone in his body, and then slowly spread to the depths of his brain.
He let out a long breath.
Fortunately, this level of pain is temporarily within his acceptable range.
Mo Yi bent down to pick up the backpack on the ground, flung it lightly behind his back, and then raised his head.
When he was in the elevator, he didn't have time to observe this floor carefully. In addition, his vision was narrow and limited at that time, and he couldn't see the whole corridor. Mo Yi squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the strange space in front of him.
A pale and dim light was shining overhead, illuminating the cold and silent corridor in front of him. The dirty walls were covered with dust, and the mottled and peeling walls showed the years it had experienced.
There are neatly arranged rooms on both sides of the corridor, the dilapidated doors are tightly closed, and the ward numbers above are clearly visible under the light.
Mo Yi walked to the ward next to him and tentatively stretched out his hand to push it.
No push.
Above the door is a small window separated by iron railings. Mo Yi moved closer and looked into the room through the window.
There was no one in the room.
Inside the door is a narrow space, the mottled walls are hidden in the shadows under the dim light, a narrow bed is tightly attached to the wall, with worn and whitish leather restraints on it, and the same bed as the room. The bed sheets in the same color tone, although the sheets look dirty and old, there is no wrinkle on them, as if no one has lived in them.
Mo Yi frowned suspiciously, then backed away from the door.
He walked forward slowly, while carefully taking light steps, while looking into each room one by one.
Every room is empty, and the door cannot be opened.
Mo Yi suddenly stopped walking.
He came to the first corner at this moment, and another corridor branched out from here, leading to an area without lights.
Mo Yi stood at the same spot, leaning forward slightly to look there, at this moment, he was suddenly stunned, his eyes fell on the wall on one side of the diagonally branching corridor.
I saw two words written there in bright blood red:
Area B.
The sharp color contrast pierces the eyeballs, and half-frozen blood flows down the wall, making the shape of the two characters distorted and ugly. The blood red is printed on the wet and pale wall, like a deep hole. Scars are average.
It is normal to have divisions in mental hospitals. They will divide different types of patients into different divisions to facilitate management and treatment.
So... where are the other divisions
Mo Yi took a deep look at the darkness at the end of the corridor, paused for a while, and then slowly moved away.
He frowned, not knowing why there was always a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart.
At this moment, something sound seemed to be captured in his ears—
Mo Yi tensed up subconsciously, his eyes became serious, he held his breath, and carefully looked around the environment in front of him.
The tense nerves sensitively captured every sound in the corridor, and all the sounds in the ears seemed to be infinitely amplified——
It seemed to be the sound of water droplets.
Tick, tick.
It dripped evenly and rhythmically on the hard surface, and knocked out a shallow vibration, which passed through the dead corridor and was clearly transmitted to his eardrums.
Tick, tick.