The light at the end of the room was flickering on and off, surrounded by thick and deep darkness, slowly eroding inward.
Tick, tick.
The sound of water droplets reflected from the wall and echoed in the empty and cold room, as if it was surrounded from all sides.
The rows of bathtubs in the room can only be seen as vague and overlapping outlines in the dark, deeply hidden in the shadow of the light, and only its dim edges can be seen, shining faintly in the darkness. Light.
The depressing sound of water droplets resounded in the room regularly.
Mo stood at the door of the room, his tall and thin figure blended into the entire dark room like a black silhouette.
His gaze was fixed on the far end of the room, where a bathtub of vague shadows rolled and looked... humanoid.
There was a dead silence in the corridor in the distance, no footsteps, no crying, no rubbing.
After listening intently for a while, Mo Yi took a step forward and walked slowly into the depths of the room.
His footsteps stepped on the cold and wet ground, and there was a slight sound of water in the silence. The cold and gloomy air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which became more dense and solid as he approached, making it look strange And depressed.
The blurry shape in the bathtub also gradually became clear.
Mo Yi took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat, and then slowly approached.
The light flickered faintly in the dark, illuminating the edge of the bathtub—Mo Yi could see the mottled dark brown under the peeling porcelain of the bathtub, like deep spots on the broken and incomplete surface of the bathtub. scar.
Mo Yi's gaze moved upwards, and he saw the half-dried blood on the pale surface of the bathtub, smeared and bloody finger marks messily imprinted on the protruding edge of the bathtub, the sharp color contrast appeared dazzling and horrifying in the dark.
Then he saw, in the darkness at the back, a pale hand resting on the edge of the bathtub.
The fingers hang down feebly, looking like dying butterflies, quietly resting on the pale porcelain surface, the dark red blood left deep marks on the skin, winding down the drooping fingers, wanting to It hangs on the fingertips without falling to the ground.
Tick, tick.
A pool of dark red blood had gathered on the ground, but the blood did not drip down, and was still precariously hanging on the fingertips.
The sound is not coming from here.
A deep line slowly formed between Mo Yi's brows, and he looked away from the pool of blood on the ground.
The sound of water droplets was loud and clear in the dark, echoing in the empty room, as if every sound fell on the heart of a person, making a rhythmic knocking sound.
The hand was hanging quietly, with dark blue veins under the pale skin covered in blood, and a layer of light gray under the light.
A familiar watch hangs loosely on the slender wrist with well-defined bones.
Mo Yi frowned, stepped forward slowly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and carefully looked at the watch—
His brows and eyes were slightly startled.
This watch... he recognizes it.
Mo Yi took out the flashlight, clasped his stiff fingers on the protruding switch of the metal tube, and exerted a slight downward force.
The faint lamp post lit up in the darkness, dispelling the shadow in front of him a little. Mo Yi moved his wrist and pointed the flashlight in his hand into the bathtub.
A pale beam of light illuminates the undulating silhouette of the mottled bathtub, illuminating a figure lying in it.
Jiang Yuanrou.
She was lying in the bathtub in an awkward position, her unsupported head was leaning softly against the edge of the bathtub, her curly long hair was messy and clumps were congealed by blood, covering her pale face.
The bathtub is filled with half a tank of light red water. Through the water, one can see Jiang Yuanrou's clothes slowly floating in the blood-stained water. Her petite body is half covered under the water, and her abdomen is slowly moving. The ground smeared with dark blood.
On the side of her neck, a rusty faucet protruded from the wall, slowly dripping water into the bathtub.
Tick, tick.
The round and full water droplets fall rhythmically like in a half-full bathtub, and the shallow ripples slowly spread along the dripping place, and the water droplets splash small splashes on the water surface.
One of her hands was hanging on the side of the bathtub, and the other was awkwardly bound by a restraint belt, and she curled up in a twisted posture.
On her pale face, her dark brows and eyes were tightly closed, looking lifeless.
Mo Yi frowned, walked forward a few steps, and poked his fingers towards the side of her neck. Under the fingertips was cold and sticky skin, almost without the warmth of a living person.
But there are still slight ups and downs.
She is still alive.
Mo Yi withdrew his palm, stared at Jiang Yuanrou who was lifeless lying in the bathtub with unpredictable eyes, and subconsciously stroked his cold palm with his fingers.
This dungeon is really... scary.
It keeps creating illusions to confuse the player. Although he has not been tricked so far, I have to say...
This made him suspicious.
Doubts about all the people and things that appear around him, even doubts about where he is.
Has he really broken the game, or has he fallen into another illusion that is more real
A chill slowly rose from Mo Yi's back, and the dangerous thought that had been forcibly suppressed before resurfaced again, climbing up his spine with a horrifying shudder.
This copy is gradually wearing away his sense of reality.
Mo Yi even felt...
This lunatic asylum is slowly turning him into a lunatic.
Losing the sense of reality, not knowing whether one is in an illusion or in reality - that is the hallmark of a psychopath.
This dungeon does not rely on monsters or even chase battles to accomplish this purpose. To be precise, it is a weapon itself.
Mo Yi's back was icy cold, and the fingertips that touched Jiang Yuanrou's cold neck just now felt a chill, and the sticky touch slowly spread upwards along his fingers, which made him feel tense.
The empty room was dark and dense, and the sound of ticking water resounded depressingly, giving people an invisible psychological pressure.
Mo Yi closed his eyes forcefully, cleared his chaotic mind, and then raised his eyes again, looking intently at Jiang Yuanrou who was breathing weakly in the bathtub.
His face was pale and calm, his eyes were dark and dark, the long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the small spots of the flashlight reflected on the dark irises.
Instead of thinking wildly now, it is better for soldiers to cover the water and soil.
In addition... there is really not enough time now, and I don't know when that crying voice will come back.
Mo Yi stepped forward, and patted Jiang Yuanrou's cheek not very gently. The skin under the palm was cold and stiff. If it wasn't for her weak breathing, Mo Yi would almost have thought he was patting a corpse.
Jiang Yuanrou's eyelashes moved slightly.
Mo Yi bent down and used his fingers to untie the belt that tightly bound Jiang Yuanrou's wrist. Although the iron buckle on it was tightly buckled together because of rust, it didn't seem to help his wrist when he was carrying the third floor. The belt is so indestructible.
After he worked hard for a few minutes, only a slight "click" sound was heard, and the belt buckle binding Jiang Yuanrou's wrist was released.
Her arms hung down weakly, and the hard bones protruding from her elbows slammed into the edge of the bathtub fiercely. The upper half of her arms fell into the water of the bathtub, making a clear splashing sound in the silence.
Mo Yi couldn't dodge in time, and was splashed with blood-smelling ice-cold water droplets.
His heart tightened slightly—the sound just now was really loud, especially in such a quiet room, even the smallest sound would be amplified to the extreme.
This made Mo Yi uneasy.
When he was distracted, he only heard a slight groan in the bathtub, accompanied by the sound of water, Mo Yi couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and looked down at Jiang Yuanrou in the bathtub.
She frowned tightly, her trembling eyelashes moved slightly, and then slowly opened her eyes.
Under the pale eyelids were a pair of out-of-focus light brown eyes, silently staring at a point in the darkness, and it took a long time to focus.
Jiang Yuanrou blinked her eyes, as if she realized her situation, the muscles all over her body tensed instantly, her light brown eyes became sharp and vigilant—
Immediately afterwards, her movements seemed to touch the wound on her stomach, Jiang Yuanrou's face turned pale instantly, large beads of sweat slid down her forehead, her lips were tightly pressed, and she swallowed the gasp in her throat go down.
The sound of rippling water in the bathtub and the sound of dripping water echoed in the darkness and echoed in the empty room.
Mo Yi hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Yuanrou's arm resting on the edge of the bathtub. When he felt the momentary tense muscles under his palm, he exerted some pressure slightly, and then leaned closer to Jiang Yuanrou's ear and said in a breathy voice:
"Stay still, it's me."
Jiang Yuanrou's movements froze slightly, and she did not move anymore.
The sound of water rippling in the bathtub slowly disappeared, and finally only the sound of dripping water was left—
Jiang Yuanrou sat quietly in the darkness, lowered her voice, and asked tentatively:
"... Mo Yi?"
Her familiar voice, similar content, and exactly the same tone as before, made Mo Yi recall the bad memories just now.
His heart skipped a beat, and the palm that was pressing Jiang Yuanrou's arm subconsciously tightened slightly.
The slender arm in his hand was as cold as a corpse, and the sticky feeling was transmitted along the touching skin of the two.
Jiang Yuanrou's low gasp came from the darkness.
Only then did Mo Yi wake up from his depressed mood, and relaxed the force on his palm.
He took a deep breath, and gave a low "hmm" as an answer to Jiang Yuanrou's question just now.
Before Mo Yi could do anything else, he could only hear soft whimpers in the dark corridor in the distance—slowly, from near to far.
The sound of ominous footsteps and cloth rubbing, like a nightmare that lingers in the middle of the night, resounded in the distance again.
Then it passed through the dead and empty corridor, and it was clearly sent to Mo Yi's ears.