Tick, tick.
The soft sound of water sounded in the oppressive silence, and the end of the corridor was blurred in a deep darkness, giving people a kind of silent pressure.
Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then walked towards the depths of the corridor following the sound of water.
The long corridor was quiet and dark, the overhead light made a faint hissing sound, and the cold white light dimly sprinkled on the floor, reflecting a faint light.
The depth of the corridor is like a dark hole, with its mouth wide open, and the sound of water dripping can be faintly heard from inside.
Tick, tick.
Mo Yi deliberately slowed down his pace, and walked slowly towards the direction of the sound. There was a dead silence in the long corridor, only the sound of his own breathing and the monotonous ticking sound could be heard.
The voice became clearer as Mo Yi approached, and a low echo echoed in the narrow and narrow walls, making it almost difficult to discern where it came from.
The further you go, the dimmer the lights become.
The air was vaguely filled with the familiar smell of blood.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, and the cold and dry air slid down his respiratory tract into his chest cavity, and his mind couldn't help but become a little clearer again.
He took out the flashlight from the side pocket of his backpack and pressed the switch with a "click".
The beam of light from the flashlight instantly lit up, illuminating the scene in front of him.
There were little drops of blood on the ground, winding from his feet into the darkness deep in the corridor, and a strange light flickered under the lights.
Mo Yi squatted down, stretched out his finger and wiped lightly on one of the drops of blood.
Wet, cold, and sticky, but still liquid, instantly touched the fingertips.
He raised his finger and looked carefully under the light of the flashlight. On the pale fingertip was a dazzling blood red—it was still fresh.
Mo Yi stood up, pressed his wrist down, and the light of the flashlight firmly followed the blood dripping on the ground, and stretched out towards the corridor.
The smell of blood lingering at the end of the nose became even stronger.
The shape of the blood on the ground has also changed from point-like dripping traces to large expanses of blood, scattered messily on the ground, and the chaos trampled by countless footprints looks shocking.
The ticking sound in the ears became louder and louder, as if emanating from the surrounding walls, like a curse, lingering in people's ears lingeringly.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, and stood still on the messy ground in front of him.
The blood here looks a bit older, and most of the pool of blood has dried up, deeply and shallowly imprinted on the ground and the walls around him.
The door of the ward closest to the bloodstain was open.
On the half-closed door was splattered dried blood, leaving dark red glaring marks on the pale door. Inside the door was a deep darkness, and only the blood overflowing under the door could be seen.
Mo Yi turned sideways, and shone the flashlight into the open door with the flashlight in his hand.
Even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help being surprised.
I saw that the ward was empty, only a half-overturned bed, and the ground was in chaos, as if it had gone through a big war.
And the most eye-catching thing is the deep pattern on the wall, drawn with blood—
It was a huge butterfly, and the half-frozen dark red blood meandered on the wall. The twisted lines criss-crossed each other, forming a weird and strange picture.
Its body was bloated and ugly, and the huge markings on its wings were like empty eyes, which made people feel chills on their backs even when they looked at it.
Mo Yi subconsciously took a few steps inward, the sticky blood on the ground made a soft sound of water under his feet, and the slight sound of the soles squeezing the remaining blood on the ground was extraordinarily clear in the dead silence.
At this moment, something hard seemed to be stepped on under his feet.
Mo Yi stopped, and used a flashlight to shine a light on his feet - he saw a metal key lying in a pool of blood, which looked quite old, shining brightly under the light of the flashlight.
He bent down and picked up the key from the pool of blood on the ground. His fingers and palm were inevitably stained with the blood on the ground, mottled and stained on his pale skin, which looked quite scary.
The key was made of brass. One side of the key was dyed a deep dark red due to being soaked in blood, while the other side was the original color, shining yellow under the light.
Mo Yi looked it over and over again, but found nothing special, nor did he find any reliable clues that could reveal the purpose of this key.
But it looks like a rather important prop.
But according to the habits of this game, how could he put important props in such a conspicuous place for him to discover
unless…
Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes, and the long eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his pale face, completely covering up the thoughtfulness in his eyes.
He had some guesses in his mind.
Subconsciously, his fingers rubbed the smooth surface of the key twice, and then he turned his fingertips slightly, and stuffed it into his pocket properly.
Mo Yi used a flashlight to walk around the entire room, and after confirming that he hadn't missed any other clues, he changed hands and walked out of the room, continuing to walk in the direction where the sound of water came from.
The sound of ticking water rang persistently in the empty corridor, like a cold whisper, one after another, non-stop, rhythmic tapping, which made people feel a little upset.
Mo Yi's palm holding the flashlight tightened slightly, his cold fingertips touched his other palm, and his neatly trimmed nails scratched the flesh, causing slight pain.
His breathing was gentle, his steps were cautious and silent, and he walked forward under the guidance of the flashlight.
The sound of water droplets gradually became louder.
Mo Yi came to the second fork in this corridor, and there were two roads ahead.
The blood that gradually became thicker under the feet extended into the corridor on the right, leaving uneven marks on the ground, and there were even several incomplete blood footprints on it, which looked quite dazzling under the dim light of the flashlight.
And the corridor on the left is a dead darkness, no light, no sound, only a suffocating silence.
Mo Yi frowned. He stood at the fork and thought for a while.
Then, holding his breath, he listened to the darkness—the constant ticking sound coming from the corridor to the right.
He walked towards the direction of the sound, and the flashlight in his hand swept towards the darkness deep in the corridor, dispelling some of the deep and thick shadows inside, and also illuminating one of the vague outlines—
Mo Yi was startled, and subconsciously tensed up.
The vague shadow moved slightly in the darkness, revealing a familiar outline under the light of the flashlight.
Mo Yi's pupils constricted slightly, and he took a breath.
—Jiang Yuanrou? !