There was a dead silence in the long and deep corridor. There was not a single window on the mottled and old walls from the beginning to the end. The heavy oppressive feeling spread with the thick darkness, making it suffocating.
The overhead lights gave off a faint light, but they couldn't dispel the darkness in the corridor. There were thick shadows between the corners of the walls, as if something dangerous was secretly surging.
Jiang Yuanrou's face was pale, and a pair of light brown eyes stared closely at Mo Yi in the darkness:
"What are you talking about? I don't understand."
Mo Yi stood a few steps away, the outline of his figure was blurred by the darkness, and under his feet were dark bloodstains extending into the room.
His cold voice sounded not far away, the tone was steady without ups and downs:
"Dismantle that clumsy phantom, gain the trust of the player, verify the authenticity of the player through the wound, and at the same time prove your authenticity, even if you know the key is in my hand, don't ask me for it..."
Mo Yi paused, then spoke again, with a hint of admiration in his voice:
"It's really a superb method."
Jiang Yuanrou frowned and looked at Mo Yi, hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly took a step forward:
"Wait... Do you think I'm fake too?"
The color on her face became paler, and she said with some frustration: "How else do you need me to prove? Do you want to make another cut?"
After finishing speaking, Jiang Yuanrou took out the sharp piece of wood from his pocket, and handed it to Mo Yi:
"Or will you feel more at ease when you come in person?"
Mo Yi didn't go forward to take the wood chips, but just stood there and said quietly:
"Do you know that from just now, all the clues come from your mouth, including the method of identifying true and false."
The expression on Jiang Yuanrou's face slowly disappeared, just like the layers of ripples on the lake slowly settled down, she stood quietly in place, her light brown eyes stared at Mo Yi perfectly, It was as if the gaze could turn into substance and penetrate his flesh and bones.
Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the room next to him. In the darkness, he could see the dark and shallow outlines of blood, extending into the deeper shadows like a living thing. Even without a flashlight, he could still see Picture that ugly and bloated butterfly lying on the wall in your mind.
He looked away as soon as he touched it, then looked back at Jiang Yuanrou who was standing not far away, and suddenly said:
"You said you knew how to get out of the building..."
Mo Yi rubbed his injured wrist slightly with his fingertips, lowered his eyes slightly, and continued slowly:
"However, from the beginning, the player's task is to survive, not to leave the building."
The atmosphere here is too depressing and terrifying, and people really don't want to stay longer—if you change to a player with low vigilance, you may be confused by the ingenuity in the other party's words, and unconsciously set your goal Mistaking it for "leaving the building".
What's more, "going is staying".
If he really followed Jiang Yuanrou to "leave" the building, he might stay here forever.
Mo Yi raised his gaze, staring at "Jiang Yuanrou" standing not far in front of him with dark eyes, and said slowly:
"And, since just now, I haven't heard the sound of water droplets again."
The background sound was extremely quiet, so quiet that it almost made people think that they had arrived in another world.
There was a dead silence in the corridor.
No ticks.
To be precise, since the first fake Jiang Yuanrou, the sound of water droplets in the corridor disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before, and became a grave-like silence.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yuanrou, who was standing in front of him, slowly showed a strange smile on his pale face, his pale and deformed lips were pulled to the base of his ears, looking weird and creepy.
Her face melted into a pool of dirty blood, and then slowly turned into a pool of dark red blood.
There was a sound of "dang", and the sharp piece of wood fell into the pool of blood, and some sticky blood was splashed and stained on the gray wall beside it.
Mo Yi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the scene in front of him was completely different.
He is now standing at the fork in the road where he saw Jiang Yuanrou for the first time, not at the door of the room that he followed the second Jiang Yuanrou to.
There was a dark and bleak corridor in front of him, only the flashlight in his hand was still shining brightly, leaving a slightly shaking light spot on the wall in front of him.
The sound of tick-tock-tock persevered in the background voices.
Mo Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, and a tingling and tingling sensation slowly rose from his back, as if the pain caused by too much muscle force had finally climbed up along the nerves, aching faintly.
Sure enough, he entered the illusion at the corner, the two Jiang Yuanrou did not exist, there were dragged and dried blood and footprints on the ground, but there were no broken chairs or black and sticky pools of blood.
—In such a long time, he actually never left this place.
Mo Yi moved his stiff wrist slightly, and the spot of the flashlight falling on the wall swayed with his movements, illuminating the opposite wall in front of him.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and then his movements widened, slowly moving the beam of the flashlight on the wall in front of him.
I saw the dark and mottled wall opposite me was covered with dark red blood, forming a strange and strange picture on the pale wall illuminated by the light—an ugly and huge butterfly lying on the wall with twisted wings The lines of his eyes stared blankly at him, and dark red viscous blood flowed slowly down the wall.
—Exactly the same as the room on the third floor.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes, staring at the pattern in front of him thoughtfully, and subconsciously rubbed the flashlight in his palm with his fingers.
He sees patterns now.
Each of the hallucinations he saw in this dungeon wanted to lead him somewhere... and when he deciphered the hallucinations, such a butterfly would appear in front of him.
Apart from… .
The butterfly in the room where he woke up with his nails on the wall, and the butterfly in the room where the brass key fell just now.
And just now on the negative third floor, after the illusion was broken, he was pushed to the electric chair—that was real, not an illusion.
Mo Yi let out a long breath slowly, deeply feeling that the clues he has found now are too few.
Compared with the previous dungeons he experienced, the clues of this dungeon can be said to be almost scarce, but the opposite of the lack of clues is its extreme danger.
And... there are too many variables in this dungeon.
Not only was there a group of players who hadn't cleared the level, but also... Up to now, he still hasn't met any teammates. It's very difficult to find Jiang Yuanrou, but if he wants to find the trapped It was even more difficult for Jiang Yuanbai.
Mo Yi took a last deep look at the butterfly painted with blood on the wall, the glimmer of the flashlight reflected in his dark eyes, like two spots of light in the darkness.
The sound of ticking water passed through the dark space and passed into his ears. Drop by drop, there was a subtle echo in the narrow space, almost matching the rhythm of Mo Yi's heartbeat.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, tightened his fingers holding the flashlight, and walked slowly towards the depths of the corridor.
As he walked forward, the lights became dimmer, and finally there was no light at all, and he could only rely on the flashlight in Mo Yi's hand to illuminate.
The corridor was as cold as an ice cellar, and the gloomy air-conditioning penetrated into the skin, and Mo Yi's exposed skin soon lost any warmth, and was frozen pale.
He continued to walk deep into the corridor with his usual expression, his steps were cautious and light, without making the slightest sound.
The walls on both sides of this corridor peeled off slightly, revealing the darker brick walls below. Unlike the corridor just now, not only did there not be any windows here, but there were also no rooms.
There are only two tall walls, like a deep tunnel leading to the bottomless darkness.
The light tube above the head is no longer on, and there is an unknown darkness in front of him.
There are more and more bloodstains on the ground, mottled and messy printed on the dirty floor, broken bloody footprints stepping on the middle of a piece of dried blood, and several incomplete bloody fingerprints are also distributed on the walls on both sides. The wall was pulled and dragged into traces of despair.
Mo Yi tentatively reached out his hand and touched it—the sticky touch was like the sticky skin of some cold-blooded animal, making people feel uncomfortable from the pores.
Although it has dried up a bit, judging by the color, it should still be fresh.
The air was filled with the familiar smell of rust, the cold bloody smell lingered in his nose, and the sound of water droplets rang loudly in his ears—
Tick, tick.
Under the light of the flashlight, the shadows of the hallway ahead seemed to be sunken deeply, and the darker darkness was almost impenetrable to the light.
Mo Yi took a few steps forward before he could see clearly—it was a room.
And... quite possibly the only room in the entire hallway.
Mo Yi's expression vibrated slightly, and he walked forward quickly, listening carefully for a while.
The continuous sound of water seemed to come from this room, passing through the door panel and clearly reaching Mo Yi's ears.
He approached the door, put his face close to the small window framed by the iron bars on the door, and squinted his eyes to look inside.
It was pitch black inside, and the thick and deep darkness occupied the entire room, making it impossible to peek into the scene at all.
He tried to push the door - it seemed to be stuck.
Mo Yi didn't dare to act rashly, he carefully took his breath lightly, and then gently turned off the flashlight in his hand.
The whole person fell into darkness again.
And the darkness sharpened his five senses—
He heard... In addition to the sound of ticking water, there seemed to be some other sounds inside.