Mo Yi's breath was slightly suffocated, he subconsciously took a step forward, the light of the flashlight in his hand swayed slightly with his movements, illuminating the outline of the blurred figure in front of him a little.
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to be aware of the approaching lights beside her, and her figure moved slightly, turning her face towards Mo Yi.
Under the unsteady light of the flashlight, her face was as pale as paper, and there was a trail of half-dried blood hanging around her bloodless lips, and her curly long light brown hair hung down messily, clotted into strands by blood.
She looked very distressed, but at least she was alive.
Jiang Yuanrou looked at Mo Yi blankly, and slightly narrowed her out-of-focus eyes under the light of his flashlight, as if she hadn't recovered yet.
Her eyes fell on Mo Yi who was standing at the other end of the corridor, her light brown pupils slowly focused, her face was slightly startled, and she whispered in disbelief:
"... Mo Yi?"
Her voice was hoarse as if it had been scorched by a fire, and it sounded as harsh as fingernails scraping glass.
Just as Jiang Yuanrou uttered these two words, a heart-piercing cough broke out in her throat, and a trace of bright blood overflowed her lips, which was particularly harsh on her pale face.
Mo Yi took a few steps forward, stuffed the flashlight in his hand into the side pocket of his backpack, and then used his free hand to support Jiang Yuanrou who was bent down.
Touching a cold and sticky palm, Mo Yi glanced sideways, and saw that his palm was covered with a layer of blood, which looked like black tar adhering to his palm in the dim light.
His heart tightened, and he lowered his voice and asked:
"… How are you?"
Jiang Yuanrou's petite body felt cold to the touch, and she replied hoarsely: "...It's okay."
She seemed to have thought of something suddenly, stretched out her palm with difficulty, and held Mo Yi's arm forcefully, her slender fingers sank deeply into Mo Yi's skin, causing burning pain.
Jiang Yuanrou raised her head abruptly, her light brown eyes were half frightened and half nervous, and she said in a breathy voice:
"key!"
Mo Yi was taken aback, and instantly thought of the old brass key he picked up in the room just now.
Jiang Yuanrou's pale face was stained with an abnormal blush, her light brown eyes stared at Mo Yi in a panic, and the strength of her hand slightly deepened, she said with difficulty:
"There is a key to this floor. I accidentally lost it in the confusion just now. It is the key to this floor!"
Her breathing became rapid, and she let go of Mo Yi's aching arm with her slender hand, pressed against the mottled and cold wall, and then struggled to stand up:
"I... I have to go back and find it..."
A strong smell of blood filled Mo Yi's nose, and Jiang Yuanrou's slender palm left a dazzling bloody handprint on the wall, and strands of blood slowly slid down the place where she touched.
Her steps were heavy, as if she staggered forward with sheer will.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes, slowly retracted the hands that he wanted to support subconsciously, and then took a step back, half of his body was blurred in the shadow at the corner of the corridor.
There was no expression on his pale face, and a pair of deep black eyes were cold and quiet.
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to realize that something was wrong, turned his head to look at him with difficulty, and asked suspiciously:
"What's wrong?"
Before Mo Yi could react, he heard a familiar voice behind him: "Get out of the way!"
— this voice
Mo Yi's eyes widened slightly, and he turned sideways subconsciously, only to see a chair pass by him with great momentum, then slammed fiercely at Jiang Yuanrou—and then passed her.
Hearing a loud "bang", the chair slammed fiercely against the wall and scattered. Jiang Yuanrou's pale face slowly revealed a malicious smile, and then slowly turned into a dark red one. The dirty blood, like melting ice and snow, slid down the wall, forming a dark pool of blood on the ground.
The lights in the corridor were dim and gloomy, pouring down oppressively, and the flashlight in Mo Yi's hand lit a light, reflecting a small spot of light on the pool of blood.
His eyes stayed there for a while, then turned to look behind him.
I saw Jiang Yuanrou standing at the other end of the corridor, the darkness in the corridor cast a vague shadow on her face.
She panted slightly, holding her palms against the wall beside her, as if the action just now had exhausted all her strength.
Seeing Mo Yi looking over, Jiang Yuanrou took a step forward, her pale face exposed to the dim light in the corridor, her messy hair and the blood slowly smearing from her abdomen were almost the same as the "Jiang Yuanrou" just now .
Although she seemed to be holding her breath, her eyes were vigilant and sharp.
Jiang Yuanrou clutched her bleeding abdomen, slowly walked forward a few steps, and then cautiously stopped a few steps away from Mo Yi.
She glanced at the dirty pool of blood with some trepidation, then took a deep breath, and said hoarsely to Mo Yi:
"I need to know if you're real or fake."
Mo Yi's gaze stayed on her for a moment, and he asked, "... how can I prove it?"
Jiang Yuanrou locked Mo Yi's figure tightly with his eyes, while slowly bending over, put a sharp piece of wood on the ground, and then slid it over:
"-Wound."
Mo Yi took a deep look at her, bent down and picked up the wood chip on the ground, and stroked it on his palm.
Bright drops of blood slowly seeped from the place where the wood was cut, and flowed into the cuff along his pale and thin wrist.
The strangeness in Jiang Yuanrou's eyes disappeared a little, she took a low breath, then took out another piece of wood, and slashed her wrist.
Blood gushed from the wound.
Jiang Yuanrou leaned most of her body against the wall, her face was pale due to excessive blood loss, she took out half of gauze from her pocket, and simply wrapped up her wound.
When she raised her head again, she looked much calmer, and then explained weakly:
"The avatar it transforms on this floor is just a projection of a person, so it cannot be injured."
Mo Yi nodded, suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked:
"The key you were talking about just now..."
Jiang Yuanrou's face was a little gloomy. She supported the wall and stood up straight, then she walked towards the outside of the corridor and said:
"That key is the key to leaving this building. You should have picked it up, otherwise she wouldn't have come to lie to you like this."
Her eyes fell on Mo Yi: "You don't need to give it to me now, it's the same for you as it is for me."
Jiang Yuanrou's complexion turned even paler, and she said to Mo Yi, "Come with me."
After finishing speaking, she walked towards the lighted corridor, and at the end of that corridor was the elevator that Mo Yi left just now.
Mo Yi followed her pace.
Jiang Yuanrou's brows were heavy, and she said as she walked, "I've survived on this floor for so long and I haven't found any clues. I already know the way to leave this building..."
Her voice suddenly stopped.
The footsteps behind him stopped at some point—
Jiang Yuanrou turned his head and saw Mo Yi standing at the door where he picked up the key just now, staring thoughtfully at the dark ward.
Seemingly noticing Jiang Yuanrou's eyes, Mo Yi turned to look at her:
"Do you know how I knew she didn't belong to Jiang Yuanrou just now?"
Jiang Yuanrou was taken aback for a moment, obviously he did not expect that Mo Yi would bring up this insignificant topic at this juncture.
"Because it's too clumsy."
Mo Yi lowered his eyelids, and his eyes were heavy: "Not only did he not doubt whether I was a teammate, but he also directly revealed his intentions as soon as they met, which is really not level."
He raised his eyes, the depths of his eyes were like the calm surface of a dark lake, quietly watching Jiang Yuanrou's pale face:
"Relatively speaking, you are more sincere."