Mo Yi's breathing was stagnant, and his heart skipped a beat.
The sound of footsteps in the corridor seemed vague and distant in the darkness, and the sound of whimpering gently entered the eardrums, making one's hair stand on end.
Under the palm, Jiang Yuanrou's icy skin tightened suddenly, and the sound of her breathing changed.
Mo Yi didn't have time to think, put the flashlight in his hand into his pocket, then held Jiang Yuanrou's arms with his free hands, and helped her up from the cold bathtub.
A painful gasp escaped from Jiang Yuanrou's throat.
Mo Yi lowered his voice and asked, "Can you still go?"
The unsteady sound of water reverberated in a dark room, and the sound of dripping water continued to ring continuously, and the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door seemed to be amplified a bit in the ears.
Jiang Yuanrou nodded indiscriminately, then stretched out his hand to hold Mo Yi's arm, relayed his body up from the bathtub, and then stepped out.
She had been in the cold water of the bathtub for too long, her whole body was cold and wet, and she trembled unconsciously.
Mo Yi could even hear the "cluck" sound of Jiang Yuanrou's teeth chattering and colliding.
Her legs and feet became stiff and numb due to the blockage of blood circulation. The moment she stepped out of the bathtub, her knees softened and she almost knelt down.
Mo Yi quickly supported Jiang Yuanrou's elbow, and the pressure of the opponent's weight instantly shifted to his previously injured palm.
Mo Yi couldn't help taking a deep breath, the expression on his face was a little distorted in the darkness—under the impact of Jiang Yuanrou's weight, most of his arms were numb, and the pain on his thumb joints seemed more painful than that. slightly up.
He suffered more than once because of his weak body.
Mo Yi held back the pain in his arm, took advantage of the situation to help Jiang Yuanrou up a little, then asked in a low voice:
"Can you still go?"
In the darkness, he felt Jiang Yuanrou's long hair on his shoulders and neck moving slightly, as if nodding.
The strong smell of blood spread around his body, and Mo Yi even had the illusion that he could hear the sticky sound of blood gushing out of the wound.
He and Jiang Yuanrou supported each other and walked forward. The lamp behind him was weak and dim, reflecting pale cold light on the bathtubs lined up in front of him.
Mo Yi didn't dare to turn on the flashlight, and the vague cries and footsteps were still lingering in the corridor outside. Turning on the flashlight at this moment was almost equivalent to revealing their position, so the two of them had to grope forward in the dark.
Jiang Yuanrou's breath was trembling and rapid, and she explained in a low voice:
"The wound is a side effect, and it will disappear in about 20 minutes."
Mo Yi instantly understood.
No wonder the players who were also tied to the equipment of the mental hospital, the two on the third floor were already dead, but Jiang Yuanrou was still able to be awakened.
He breathed a sigh of relief—fortunately, he controlled the useless in-game props before, otherwise he was not sure if he would be able to survive the rest of the dungeon with such a serious injury.
Jiang Yuanrou obviously has better physical fitness. After she got out of the cold bathtub, her body quickly regained her vitality. Although her legs and feet were still somewhat inconvenient, it was no longer necessary to put her whole body weight on Mo Yi.
The two soon came to the door of this room.
They stopped at the same time, leaned their bodies against the wall by the door, and listened intently to the movement in the corridor.
Mo Yi suppressed his breathing to the point that it was almost hard to hear, and his brain was spinning rapidly, conceiving the map of this floor.
When he hid in the next room just now, the cries and footsteps were coming towards the darkness on the right, but now, judging from the sound, this "monster" should be coming from the left side of the room.
And it was the first time he had heard it in a while.
According to the shape of the corridor he passed through before, it can be seen that the corridor on this floor should be circular.
Well, what's different from the negative third floor is that the negative second floor is much bigger than he had imagined before.
The sound of footsteps knocked on the far floor unhurriedly, and the vibration of the sound passed through the deep and dark corridor to the eardrums, and with a faint whimper, it slowly approached Mo Yi's direction.
Mo Yi held his breath and concentrated, estimating the distance between them in his heart.
Now the other party should be in the corridor where he got off the elevator just now. If he walks to the left now, there is a high chance of encountering it head-on, so walking to the right now is the only choice.
But what Mo Yi is hesitating now is, should they hide again in the room where he hid just now
He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yuanrou who was standing beside him. Her petite body was tightly pressed against the wall behind her, and the slight trembling of her body was transmitted along the arms of the two of them.
Jiang Yuanrou's condition is not very good now, Mo Yi is not sure if her body can support her to go so far...
After all, he hadn't been to the depths of the corridor on the right yet, so he didn't know what was hidden there.
But-
Mo Yi frowned, his pale lips were pursed into a tight straight line, and his dark eyes were full of thoughts.
But... the room next to it is too close to here.
This gave him a very bad feeling.
The footsteps in the background gradually increased, and the sound of sobbing and frustration spread in the empty corridor, which made people feel uneasy.
Mo Yi's brow twitched - now is not the time to be indecisive, he must make a decision immediately.
He stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Yuanrou's arm, exerted a little force with his fingers, and he left as soon as he touched it. He made a gesture under the dim light, signaling Jiang Yuanrou to follow him and walk to the right.
The two didn't delay any longer, and walked out the door one after the other.
The atmosphere in the corridor was gloomy and tense, and a heavy and oppressive atmosphere enveloped the two of them. They were careful not to make any sound, and crept forward in the vague darkness.
Mo Yi subconsciously glanced behind him.
A faint light was on at the fork of the corridor not far away, illuminating a narrow area, and the blurred shadow formed the edge of the light, and they were standing where the shadow deepened and extended.
In that faint light, a shadow was printed on the ground—
It seemed to be a long-haired head, slowly moving upwards with the sound of footsteps, approaching slightly.
Mo Yi's heart tightened, and his steps subconsciously quickened. He withdrew his gaze, and his gaze stayed for a moment in the chaotic darkness on the side of the corridor.
There was the room where he had just hidden himself.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, looked away, then reached out to support Jiang Yuanrou, who was slightly behind him a few steps away, and the two walked towards the dark depths of the corridor together.
There is a dead darkness ahead, waiting quietly to step in - the unknown is the most frightening thing, the untouched space ahead is shrouded in countless uncertain factors, which makes Mo Yi feel uncertain.
Behind him came the distinct sound of footsteps and whimpers, and the soft rustle of cloth rubbing against the ground.
Even though Mo Yi's eyes had long been used to the darkness, the corridor without the slightest light in front of him was still impenetrable to his eyesight, only a blur, which even gave Mo Yi the illusion that he hadn't opened his eyes yet.
Even so, he still stared closely at the front, supported Jiang Yuanrou's cold and trembling body due to blood loss with one hand, stroked the wall with the other, and walked cautiously deep.
Not long after walking, Mo Yi's palm, which had been tightly pressed against the wall, touched the edge.
His eyes lit up—the corner.
Mo Yi held Jiang Yuanrou's palm slightly tighter, and the two of them speeded up their pace tacitly, and then turned a corner.
The eyes instantly opened up.
There was a faint light at the end of the corridor, broken light tubes hanging in mid-air, tangled wires connected to the ceiling, dangling down the corridor, and the dim light swaying along with it.
The pale lights could not dispel the heavy darkness in the corridor, but could only leave shaking shadows on the walls, bringing a faint sense of uneasiness.
There were two rooms in this corridor, the doors of which were closed.
Mo Yi pushed it smoothly as he passed by—the two doors were locked tightly and could not be pushed open.
The sound of footsteps behind them seemed not to be heard very clearly shortly after they turned the corner, which made Mo Yi feel slightly relaxed.
He and Jiang Yuanrou walked towards the end of the corridor, and soon came to the broken lamp tube.
The light tube hanging in mid-air made a slight "hum" sound, and the dangling wires were overwhelmed and tense, almost worrying that it would suddenly fall down without warning.
They turned a corner, and what appeared in front of them was a deeper and quieter corridor. The walls on both sides trapped a cramped and narrow space, which made people feel breathless.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes and thought about it—
Take another turn at the end of this road, and you should be able to walk to the corridor that says "Area B" written in blood.
It seemed that he was right, the corridor on this floor was indeed circular.
At this moment, a sharp scream suddenly sounded from behind!
The almost inhuman sharpness almost pierced the eardrums, like thousands of steel needles piercing through the dead air in the corridor, ruthlessly piercing into people's minds, making Mo Yi's whole body stiff.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanrou, and found that she was looking over too, and the two exchanged a tacit look.
—The other party probably discovered the disappearance of his loot.
The sound of whimpers and footsteps pierced through the silence and darkness, speeding up the pace of progress.
Mo Yi's heart was raised, as if it was tightly held by a huge palm, and then the blood in his heart was pumped out.
The two quickened their pace!
At this moment, a ward appeared on the side of the corridor in front of him.
Mo Yi subconsciously stretched out his hand and pushed it—to his surprise, the door smoothly slipped into the darkness and opened.
The door of this ward is ajar!
They glanced at each other quickly, then walked in with each other's support, and the door was closed silently behind their backs.
It was pitch black.
The room was filled with a strong smell of blood and filthy rot, making the people in it suffocate slightly and feel sick.
There was a disturbing and strange atmosphere in the whole room.
Mo Yi listened carefully to the movement outside the door for a while, then reached out and took out his own flashlight, groped for a while with his fingers on the cold metal tube, and then carefully pressed the switch with the lowest brightness.
With a slight "click", the light of the flashlight lights up in the closed and oppressive room, illuminating the scene in front of you—
Jiang Yuanrou gasped slightly, while Mo Yi frowned tightly.
It was a corpse nailed to the wall, staring closely at the door with bloodshot gray eyes, its mutilated face was distorted into a strange shape by terror and pain, and there was a pool of dried blood under its feet, covering almost the entire body. Room.
The white skeleton was exposed on the upper body, and the flesh and blood fragments cut by the knife were nailed to the wall behind, forming a pair of huge butterflies.
It's exactly the same death condition as the negative third floor.
Mo Yi's eyes fell on the remaining modern fabric on the opponent's body, and his eyes stayed on it for a moment, his brows furrowed even tighter,
— This is also a player.
At this moment, he seemed to think of something, turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanrou, and asked:
"This copy..."
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to see what he was going to ask, and shook his head sullenly, with a wry smile on his face:
"I know what you want to know...but no."
Her faint voice sounded in the dead silent room:
"—This is not a copy of what Yuanbai and I experienced last time."