Mo Yi's fingers tightened slowly, and the fingertips turned slightly white due to the force.
The smooth surface of the ID card reflects the faint light of the flashlight, and it feels as if it carries the slight temperature of the human body.
He frowned slightly, his dark eyes stared at the photo on the ID card in his hand, and he remained silent thoughtfully.
At this moment, a faint groan came from the darkness not far away, sounded from the shadow near the door, and was very clear in the narrow and closed room.
The voice interrupted Mo Yi's thoughts, he was startled, raised his head, and looked in the direction from which the voice came.
In the darkness under the closed door, a shadow trembled and undulated in the darkness, like a dry leaf.
Mo Yi was taken aback, and instantly recalled that just now, Jiang Yuanrou threw her whole body to one side in order to block the door. At that time, the situation was urgent and it was difficult to control her strength.
And she still has wounds on her stomach...
Mo Yi's brows twitched as the dark blood stains on the clothes on Jiang Yuanrou's abdomen slowly blurred appeared in his mind.
He reached out to pick up the flashlight that had just been placed on the ground, stuffed the ID card and wallet in his hand back into the backpack, then stood up, and walked quickly to the door of the room.
As the flashlight approached, Jiang Yuanrou's thin figure curled up in the shadows was revealed.
Under the light, her pale, bloodless face was revealed, her brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes were closed tightly, and bright red blood slowly oozes from her broken lips, making her look miserable and embarrassed.
Mo Yi squatted down with a dignified expression. He stretched out his hand and carefully changed Jiang Yuanrou's position so that it would not press her wound. Then he lowered his voice to comfort her:
"Now I want to see your wound."
Jiang Yuanrou lifted her eyelids with difficulty, and it took a while for her dizzy pupils to focus. After she gave a low "um", she stopped making a sound, preventing her painful panting from overflowing from her back.
Seeing that she was ready, Mo Yi looked intently at her abdomen. The piece of clothing was already wet with blood, and it was tightly attached to her body. Layers of blood oozed and solidified, showing a shape under the light. Dark red deep color.
The smell of blood in the air was stronger.
It stands to reason that in the current situation, it is best to cut or cut the clothes to prevent the wound from being damaged again... But the game does not allow players to enter any weapons into the instance.
But with Mo Yi's hand strength now... it is still very difficult to tear apart a complete piece of clothing. If you try to tear it apart, it is very likely that Jiang Yuanrou's injury will be further injured.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, took his backpack off his shoulder, and took out two painkillers from it.
He tapped Jiang Yuanrou's tightly clenched teeth with his fingers, stuffed the painkiller into her mouth, and said in a low voice:
"Hold it."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi gently grabbed the hem of Jiang Yuanrou's clothes with his fingers, and carefully pulled her clothes up.
The vague sound of flesh and blood being pulled echoed in the darkness, and the strong smell of blood deepened with Mo Yi's movements.
The wound on her stomach is exposed.
Under the weak light, Jiang Yuanrou's white abdomen was engraved with several bloody cuts, the edges of the wound were clear and smooth, and the bright red muscle tissue could be seen through the separated skin, and fresh blood gushed along the wound out, dripping slowly from her waist to the ground.
Mo Yi moved a little closer, and couldn't help feeling a little startled——
On her trembling and undulating skin, those deep wounds looked... like a simple butterfly.
At this moment, Jiang Yuanrou grabbed Mo Yi's wrist with all her strength, and her neatly trimmed nails were deeply embedded in his arm—
Her lips moved a few times, and she spit out a few vague and trembling syllables:
"... inside, inside... inside..."
Mo Yi was taken aback, and in the blink of an eye, a guess quickly flashed through his mind—
He looked intently at the wound on Jiang Yuanrou's abdomen again, and saw that within the bloody muscle tissue, there seemed to be something shining faintly in the depth of the wound.
Mo Yi's breathing stagnated slightly.
He quickly took out a small roll of bandages from his backpack, and stuffed it between Jiang Yuanrou's teeth to prevent her from biting his tongue, then whispered:
"I'm starting."
Jiang Yuanrou closed his eyes.
Mo Yi pressed Jiang Yuanrou with one hand, and inserted the fingers of the other hand along the open wound on her abdomen. The warm and sticky touch embraced his fingers, and the body under the palm trembled crazily , Jiang Yuanrou sobbed in pain from his blocked mouth.
He clenched his teeth, and continued to poke his fingers into the wound—the fingertips touched something hard, Mo Yi's eyes lit up, he pinched the hard foreign object with his fingertips, and then retreated.
Mo Yi held the warm thing soaked in blood tightly in his hand, a layer of hot sweat broke out on his back, he panted slightly, turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanrou——
Her face was pale, her sweaty long hair was pressed tightly against her cheeks, her eyes were closed tightly, and she seemed to have fainted, but her body was still trembling intermittently.
Mo Yi's heart lifted, and he turned his head to look at the wound on Jiang Yuanrou's abdomen—
To his surprise, the deep wounds on Jiang Yuanrou's stomach began to heal slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The flat and clear wounds were slowly closed together, and the separated flesh and skin were slowly glued together as if they were alive, which looked like magic.
In less than half a minute, the wound on Jiang Yuanrou's stomach had completely disappeared, only the thick blood stains covering her skin remained where the wound was just now.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows in surprise, and subconsciously touched Jiang Yuanrou's stomach.
The skin under the palm was warm and moist, with a slight trembling, indicating life and vitality.
He just remembered that Jiang Yuanrou told him before that the wound on her abdomen was the sequelae of using props in the dungeon, and the sequelae would disappear after an hour—what he saw just now should be the whole process of the disappearance of the sequelae.
At this moment, a vague groan sounded from the side, and Mo Yi hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see Jiang Yuanrou's eyelids moved, as if he was about to wake up, so he took the roll of bandage out of her mouth.
Jiang Yuanrou opened her eyes, but her eyes were still a little out of focus. She trembled and took a few deep breaths, then looked at Mo Yi:
"... did you get it?"
Her voice was hoarse and broken, with a slight trill.
Mo Yi nodded lightly, and then brought the thing in his palm to Jiang Yuanrou's eyes—
In the blood-stained palm lay a small key quietly, different from the brass-colored one that Mo Yi picked up before, this one was bright silvery white, covered in layers of undried blood shimmering under the cover.
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to relax, and let out a long breath, her neck softened and she fell backwards, and the back of her head hit the door panel with a soft "boom".
Mo Yi was not in a hurry to ask questions, but patiently waited for Jiang Yuanrou to recover from the intense pain just now.
After a few minutes, Jiang Yuanrou's pale face regained some vitality. She took a few deep breaths, and then stood up straight with the support of the wall next to her.
Mo Yi reached out to support her, let Jiang Yuanrou's back lean against the door panel, and changed into a proper posture.
Jiang Yuanrou sat up straight following Mo Yi's strength, took a few deep breaths tremblingly, considered for a few seconds, and then briefly explained to Mo Yi.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and while listening carefully, he sorted out and integrated Jiang Yuanrou's experience just now in his heart.
The room where butterflies were painted with blood on the wall he passed by was actually the room where Jiang Yuanrou encountered hallucinations, and after she broke the hallucinations, she found the two keys in the room—a brass-colored, It was silver and white, but before she could do anything else, it was caught by the "monster" wandering around this floor.
In desperation, Jiang Yuanrou used the props. Although she couldn't escape, she could ensure that the opponent could not harm her body before the effects of the props disappeared.
However, in the struggle and pulsation, she accidentally lost the brass key, leaving only the silver key in her hand.
At that time, she had already fallen into the hands of monsters, so in order not to let the remaining props be taken away, she was cruel and hid the key in the wound on her abdomen that appeared due to the use of props.
Just now, the time for the side effects of the props had come, but the foreign body in the wound could not heal, so it caused severe pain, which made Jiang Yuanrou unable to resist for a while, and made a sound.
After listening to Jiang Yuanrou's words, Mo Yi fell into deep thought.
It seems that this floor is very similar to the previous floor. They will confuse the player with hallucinations. If the player unlocks the illusion, butterflies drawn with blood will appear on the wall and give key clues. Monsters, there are almost no differences except gender.
The two floors are very similar except for the different maps.
This made Mo Yi involuntarily think of the habit of stratifying according to gender in some mental hospitals-so although the two floors are different floors, the rules are almost identical.
So... what about the negative floor
Mo Yi's throat was slightly dry, and he moved his Adam's apple slightly to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.
He looked at Jiang Yuanrou, lowered his voice and asked:
"Can you still go?"
Jiang Yuanrou stretched out his hand to press his abdomen, and let out a soft "hiss".
She looked up at Mo Yi, and said, "If the side effects caused by the prop include wounds or pain, then painkillers are useless."
Jiang Yuanrou paused, showing a somewhat pale smile:
"But it's still good for lingering labor pains after the side effects wear off, so... I should be fine now."
Mo Yi nodded, and reached out to help Jiang Yuanrou up from the ground. The two stood quietly in the dark for a while, listening to the movement in the corridor outside—
There was a lifeless silence in the corridor.
No whimpering, no footsteps, no scraping of cloth.
Jiang Yuanrou and Mo Yi looked at each other in the dark, then stretched out their hands and opened the half-closed door, and walked out one after the other, moving slowly and cautiously, as if they were afraid of disturbing something in the dark.
The silence in the corridor was so eerie that it almost made one's heart chill.
Just when the two of them left the room completely, Mo Yi suddenly felt a strong uneasiness, like a huge hammer hitting his heart, bringing vague pain and suffocation.
He subconsciously turned his head behind him.
I saw a vague figure standing quietly in the darkness at the end of the corridor.
Mo Yi's scalp exploded, and a feeling of cold horror spread from the bottom of his heart, and a thought flashed across his mind like lightning.
Just now it knew that the two of them were hiding in this room, so it pretended to walk away, and then walked back in the dark without making any sound, waiting quietly...
— Just to wait until the moment when they come out!
Mo Yi was cold from head to toe, he heard himself shouting at Jiang Yuanrou:
"run!"