The tiny sound was infinitely amplified in the darkness, and the dead corridor quietly lurked in the deep shadows.
Jiang Yuanrou's unspoken words came to an abrupt end.
The two turned their heads at the same time and looked at the dark corridor behind them. There was no light, no sound at all, lying behind them like a black hole, making one wonder whether the sound they heard just now was real or just an illusion of their own. .
Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanrou looked at each other, and also saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
But now there is no turning back.
Now the monster on this floor already knows that the two of them are behind this iron fence, and based on previous experience, she obviously has a certain IQ. Although she seems to have gone far now, is she hiding at the end of the corridor? Peeping in the darkness, the two of them don't know, and they can't take the risk.
So now we can only bite the bullet and move forward.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, a slight tingling pain came from his shoulder, it was not severe, but it made his brain extraordinarily clear.
He turned on the flashlight in his hand and shone into the dense darkness that could not penetrate the light.
The pale beam of light couldn't completely penetrate that piece of darkness, it just loosely fell in mid-air, printing a small blurry outline in front of it.
Mo Yi made a gesture to Jiang Yuanrou, Jiang Yuanrou nodded understandingly, and the two walked slowly towards the depths of the corridor.
They slowly went deep, and the cramped darkness in the corridor surrounded them heavily, blurring the figures of the two into a silence.
Mo Yi moved his wrist slightly, and the beam of light from the flashlight wandered in the corridor following his movements, illuminating the surrounding environment—
This is an ordinary-looking corridor, the doors on both sides of the corridor are tightly closed, and the glass windows on the door panel are blurred, and the inside is dark and lifeless.
Mo Yi shined the flashlight on the sign above the door, only to see a few vague words under a layer of light dust.
staff room.
He took a few steps closer and tried to push - the door was locked.
Jiang Yuanrou, who was walking by Mo Yi's side, also walked towards the door opposite to this room, pushed the same way, and then shook his head slowly.
That is also locked.
After that strange sound sounded once just now, it never appeared again.
The corridor in front of them was calm and closed, as if the clear sound they heard just now was just a bubble-like dream, it never happened, and it will never happen again.
Mo Yi's brows slowly frowned, and there was some doubt in his dark eyes—if he hadn't remembered clearly that Jiang Yuanrou and he turned his head together, otherwise he would really have thought that he was hallucinating just now.
They walked forward quietly in the darkness, and soon came to the end of the corridor.
It was exactly the same as the third floor, a set of iron railings arranged in a diamond shape, tightly fastened to the wall on one side, with the elevator button logo and a narrow card slot on it.
elevator!
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief first—it seems that this is the passage to leave this floor.
But then, his complexion became serious again.
First, they haven't found the source of the sudden sound, and second, there's still a key on this floor that hasn't been used... Mo Yi doesn't think he's being given clues that are completely irrelevant to the game.
He moved closer, carefully observed the buttons and sockets of the elevator, then took out the employee card he found on the third floor from his pocket, and tentatively swiped it in the card slot.
As expected, the elevator was unresponsive.
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief at the moment.
It seems that the props on one floor can only be used on that floor.
So he put the employee card back into his pocket, and then turned his head to look around the environment he was in.
At this moment, Mo Yi heard Jiang Yuanrou on the side say in a low voice, "Hey."
Mo Yi followed the sound and saw Jiang Yuanrou on the side of the corridor, with a door that had been pushed open at her side. She raised her chin at Mo Yi in the vague darkness and said in a low voice:
"This door can be opened."
Mo Yi scanned the sign on the door with the flashlight in his hand, and the light was illuminated by the dust-covered words:
Archives.
He pursed his lips slightly, and a trace of joy in finding a key breakthrough slowly surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace a little.
And at this moment, Mo Yi stepped on something under his feet suddenly, and a strange feeling came up along the sole of the shoe, and subtle sounds resounded in the darkness.
He couldn't help being slightly taken aback, moved away, and looked down at his feet.
I saw a vague outline in the darkness, but I couldn't see what it was.
Mo Yi bent down and shone a light on the ground with a flashlight—I saw a small candy lying quietly on the dirty and smooth ground.
He was really stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds of pause, Mo Yi reached out and picked up the candy subconsciously.
It's a fruit candy.
Strawberry.
The pale pink wrapping paper shone brightly under the pale light of the flashlight, refracting colorful colors.
Mo Yi remembered this brand—in the real world, Wen Chen often gave him this brand of candy.
And... although I don't really want to admit it.
Mo Yi really likes this brand of strawberry candy.
Mo Yi's fingers tightened unconsciously, and the candy bag in his hand made a soft sound in the darkness. His brows were slightly frowned, and there was a shallow mark between them.
His thoughts were like a mess for a while, he couldn't figure out his thoughts in a mess, and countless questions piled up in his mind.
Was the sound just now made by this candy? Why does it appear here? Are you related to Wen Chen? If so, how did he send it in? why
Mo Yi's face was gloomy, his lips were tightly lined, and his lips were a little pale.
Jiang Yuanrou's voice resounded in the darkness, and the vague voice was lowered, and it sounded a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Mo Yi was pulled out of his thoughts by her voice, and he couldn't help being slightly taken aback. He looked up at Jiang Yuanrou who was standing not far away, stuffed the candy into his pocket as if nothing had happened, and then replied :
"nothing."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi straightened up and walked towards the opened door.
As soon as you enter the door, you will be greeted by the smell of old and rotten pages, with a faint smell of dust, mixed in the darkness into a smell of paper that an archive room should have.
Mo Yi frowned, shined the flashlight into the room, and then slowly looked around the room.
The room is not big, and inside are metal shelves that are very close together. There are traces of rust on the shelves, and there are stacks of neat documents on them. The edges of the documents are yellowed, and they seem to have aged.
He walked towards the door, Jiang Yuanrou followed behind him, just as Mo Yi was about to walk towards one of the metal frames, he felt his clothes being pulled.
He turned his head and looked behind him, only to see Jiang Yuanrou let go of the corner of his clothes with a bit of embarrassment on his face, then hesitantly said:
"Well… I lost my backpack earlier, so—"
It was only then that Mo Yi remembered that Jiang Yuanrou basically lost all the things he brought in from reality because he was arrested. He nodded, then took out a spare flashlight from his backpack, and handed it to Jiang Yuanrou.
She showed a faint smile to Mo Yi: "Thank you very much."
Mo Yi shook his head, indicating that she doesn't mind, and added in a low voice: "It's faster to investigate separately."
Jiang Yuanrou nodded, and the two walked in different directions, standing in front of two iron shelves full of documents.
Mo Yi switched the flashlight to the hand that had been dislocated before, and flipped it casually with the other intact palm.
The documents on it had been piled up for an unknown amount of time, and they were covered with thick dust, and a slight movement would cause a burst of fine particles to fly under the lamp post of the flashlight.
He coughed a few times as he was choked, and waved his palm a few times to disperse the dust in the air in front of him.
Mo Yi frowned, casually pulled out a thin document, and read it carefully.
With the movement of turning the pages, Mo Yi's brows became tighter and tighter, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster, until finally he started to turn pages one second at a time——
He stared deeply at the end of the page, and then gently closed the folder.
Mo Yi's brows were tightly frowned—this folder is empty.
The edges of the paper are yellowed and wrinkled due to time, but each piece of paper is completely blank, without any information.
He put the file folder aside, and took out another one to read.
Still blank.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition hit him. He hurriedly threw the file aside, and randomly took out a copy from another shelf on the shelf—
blank.
His movements became hasty, and he walked towards other shelves at a faster pace, and took out a series of thick or thin files from above...
are all blank.
Mo Yi frowned suspiciously, the light of the flashlight made his face look bloodless, his dark eyes scanned the shelf in front of him, and then raised his eyes to look at other corners of the room.
Jiang Yuanrou happened to raise his head from another corner of the room, his face was full of bewilderment.
She dropped the document in her hand, then walked towards Mo Yi, stood still not far from him, shook her head slowly, and said in a low voice:
"...all empty."
Mo Yi couldn't help but fell into deep thought—many dungeons have settings similar to libraries or archives, which are usually an extremely important way for players to obtain information, perhaps to prevent too much information and reading from overwhelming players. Get dizzy, so a lot of useless information will be blurred.
But because these copies are all born out of reality, even if it is blurred, it will use a method that conforms to the common sense of reality.
For example, in the first and second dungeons he experienced, the useless books and documents inside were unreadable due to damp.
And this copy... all the documents in it are actually blank
This is too strange.
Unless... the blank itself is a clue.
Just when Mo Yi was deeply immersed in his own thoughts, suddenly, Jiang Yuanrou's somewhat surprised voice sounded a few steps away, and came into his ears clearly:
"... Hey, come and see here."
Mo Yi followed the sound and looked in Jiang Yuanrou's direction, only to see that she was using the flashlight in her hand to shine on the inside of the archive room, and the bright beam of light stayed on one of the iron shelves.
He followed the light.
I saw a small iron box on one of the shelves, the lid was tightly closed, and the silver-white keyhole on it shone slightly under the light.