Tick, tick.
The sound of water passed through the thin door panel, passed into the ears regularly and unhurriedly, arousing faint echoes in the darkness.
Tick, tick.
In the clear sound of water droplets falling, Mo Yi seemed to hear something mixed in it...
Thin, gently, mixed with the rhythmic sound of water droplets.
Mo Yi held his breath, and slowly moved closer. His ears were close to the cold and hard door, and the almost stinging cold seeped into the touching skin, bringing a slight shivering feeling.
As he moved, the voice seemed much clearer.
that seems to be...
cries.
The faint cry sounded in the dense darkness that was almost solidified, echoing in the air like a slender thread, slowly penetrating into the ears, climbing and circling along the spine.
An icy chill rose in Mo Yi's heart, goosebumps instantly formed on his exposed skin, and his back was soaked in cold sweat.
Tick, tick.
The strange and soft crying sound was mixed with the sound of water droplets, echoing like a cold whisper in the dark and narrow corridor.
I don't know if it was Mo Yi's illusion... He always felt that the cry seemed to be slowly approaching.
And then — slowly it became clear.
Mo Yi couldn't help being startled by the thoughts in his mind, subconsciously took a few steps back, away from the tightly closed door.
He stood in the dark, suppressing the panting in his throat, the cold sweat on his back stuck his thin clothes to his body, and the chill was aroused even deeper in the gloomy and cold corridor, his eyes were fixed on the door panel in the darkness.
The faint crying sound penetrated the door panel and the wall, piercing the eardrum like a thin needle, which was completely impossible to ignore.
Mo Yi's scalp exploded.
— It's not his illusion!
The crying sound that he had to get close to hear just now became clear now, even if he pushed it so far away, he could still hear it...
He glanced up at the corridor in front of him, his brain spinning rapidly thinking.
Now it is too far away from the only room where you can hide just now, and the front is too dark. If you turn on the flashlight, you will expose the location, which is no different from suicide.
dilemma.
I can only gamble.
Mo Yi's breathing was slightly short, he tightened his stiff fingers, subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his dry throat instantly felt a burning pain like swallowing a razor blade.
Then, with his waist bent, he walked quickly and quietly towards the depths of the corridor.
Mo Yi supported the side wall with his palms, and groped forward in the darkness cautiously, and tried his feet several times before he dared to settle, for fear of stepping on something that would make a sound that would expose him.
Fortunately, the corridor on the second floor was not full of chaotic debris like the one on the third floor, but was so clean that it was almost empty. Mo Yi didn't encounter any obstacles along the way, and he walked smoothly.
The weeping behind him became clearer.
The thin choking sound entered the eardrums, almost covering the sound of the ticking water, leaving only the sound of crying echoing in the dark and empty corridor.
At this moment, Mo Yi heard the rusty metal sound of the doorknob being twisted behind him.
There was a creaking sound, which was very clear in the oppressive and dark silence.
Mo Yi's breathing became chaotic, his heart almost reached his throat, and a sudden weightlessness of walking on the edge of a cliff hit him, almost suffocating him.
His palm suddenly touched a void.
Mo Yi's eyes lit up slightly, and a bright light ignited in the dark pupils - that's great!
Sure enough, it is impossible to have only one room in a whole corridor!
In the dark, he pressed his fingers tightly on the hard and cold corner of the wall, and then walked inward at a faster speed.
Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the doorknob being turned open behind him, as well as the light friction sound of the door panel being opened on the ground.
…the door was pushed open.
Mo Yi dodged and hid behind a side wall.
The thin weeping sound slowly moved through the air like a snake, and penetrated into the pores of a person like moist and sticky water, and then was clearly transmitted to Mo Yi's ears.
Goosebumps appeared on his back.
Along with the crying, footsteps sounded slowly, stepping on the corridor step by step, as if stepping on Mo Yi's heart.
At the same time, there seemed to be a slight rubbing sound, as if the cloth was being dragged on the ground.
Mo Yi's back was pressed tightly against the cold wall behind him, and he frowned slightly. He stared at a corner of the darkness thoughtfully, his eyes slightly out of focus.
—When he was on the third floor, he also heard footsteps and metal friction.
Is there any connection here
The sobbing sound approached, as if it was coming directly from his ear, Mo Yi couldn't help but stop his wild thoughts, tense all the muscles in his body, and subconsciously held his breath.
Tick, tick, the sound of ticking seems to come from an unreachable place.
The sound of crying accompanied by the sound of footsteps gradually approached beside my ears, lingering around my ears thinly, echoing softly in the silent corridor.
Mo Yi's fingers tightened unconsciously, and a cold, numb pain came from his previously injured thumb, which went all the way up the nerve and strangled his throat.
Pain sharpened his senses.
So is darkness.
The sound of crying and footsteps passed the room where he was hiding without stopping, and then walked slowly towards the depths of the corridor.
It seemed to turn a corner, the sound gradually became smaller, and then gradually went away.
The crying sound became weak again like a gossamer, being slowly pulled away by the distance—
The sound of water drops in the background became the main track again, rhythmically and relentlessly sounding in the dark, slowly falling drop by drop, it became very kind to Mo Yi's ears.
He slowly let out a long breath, and the suppressed feeling of suffocation left, as if the boulder pressing on his chest was suddenly removed.
But Mo Yi didn't dare to take it lightly.
If the footsteps on this floor are similar to those on the previous floor, it will come back sooner or later. Time is very tight now, and no minute or second can be wasted.
He listened intently in the dark for a while, and after making sure that the sound was far away, he groped out in the dark.
Mo Yi raised his head, and the light at the other end of the corridor was flickering weakly. Although it couldn't illuminate the road in front of him, it was still a psychological comfort.
He tiptoed to the door he hadn't opened just now.
The door had already been opened at this moment, revealing a narrow gap in the darkness, the regular ticking sound came along the gap, clearly resounding in the darkness.
With his fingers, Mo Yi carefully pushed the door open to a gap for one person to pass through.
The rusty sound of the "squeak" door shaft resounded in the silence, and it was particularly loud in Mo Yi's ears.
His breathing stagnated, his movements froze, and his nerves were tense to the extreme—
Mo Yi listened motionlessly in the dark for a while, and after making sure that the sound he made just now had not disturbed anything else, he turned sideways and walked in through the open door.
The smell of blood became more intense, and the sweet smell of rust slid down the nasal cavity into the lungs, accompanied by a slight pain in the cold air.
This room is very large.
There was a small lamp at the far end of the room, which cast a faint light of little use.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes, his vision had adapted to the darkness, and he could distinguish the blurred outlines of things in the room.
This was supposed to be a bathing room for the mentally ill. The entire room was lined with two rows of dirty and old bathtubs, one after another extending from one end of the room to the other.
Tick, tick.
The sound of water echoed in the darkness.
Mo Yi tentatively took a step forward, then stopped abruptly, and his eyes slowly fell on a bathtub at the other end of the room.
In a deep, rich darkness, there was a rolling blur of shadows.
Mo Yi's heart was pounding.
— that bathtub... doesn't seem to be empty.