Mo Yi's gaze stayed on the place illuminated by the flashlight lamp post for a few seconds, and he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.
The small box was lying quietly on the old mottled iron frame, covered with dust, it seemed to be integrated with the mountains of folders beside it, only the silver-white keyhole on the top was shining with metal texture under the light. luster.
The smell of dust permeated the cold and gloomy archive room, spreading along his respiratory tract to his lungs.
Mo Yi moved his injured hand subconsciously.
The shallow dull pain was directly transmitted to his mind through the feeling of being paralyzed by a thick layer of ice, stimulating his peripheral nerves.
He closed his eyes, his breathing was a little rough.
After entering the negative second floor, he has always had a sense of unreality.
This feeling gradually deepened as the illusion appeared again and again, like mud accumulated in the bottom of his heart, slowly increasing and rising, as if it was about to seep out from his seven orifices, gradually submerging and paralyzing his five senses.
This is a huge panic rising from the bottom of my heart.
I feel that everything around me is unreal—is this copy, this floor, this corridor, Jiang Yuanrou, and even himself real? Or is it all just an illusion
And the appearance of that candy just now deepened this feeling.
Why did it appear, was this copy deliberately fabricated to confuse him? Or is it real
This dungeon misleads the player with plausible, true or false clues, depriving the player of their sense of reality bit by bit.
In the tense situation before, Mo Yi forced himself not to think about this disturbing question, but the more he suppressed it, the more he would retaliate and grow wild.
He tightened his palm, and there was continuous sharp pain from the root of the injured finger, breaking through the thick ice layer on the nerve, piercing deeply into the muscle like a sharp steel needle, scraping the bone.
The pain can make the ubiquitous sense of unreality in his heart disappear a lot.
A low, suspicious female voice sounded in the dark and empty room: "... Mo Yi?"
Mo Yi seemed to be awakened by Jiang Yuanrou's voice, and he pulled out of his deep thoughts. He concealed the corners of his lips and smiled: "It's okay."
After finishing speaking, he suppressed the chaotic emotions in his heart, and then reached out to touch his pocket.
Deep in the pocket was a hard and cold metal key. Mo Yi grabbed it and took it out, observing its appearance under the light of the flashlight: the silver-white metal surface still had solidified blood, and the key was uneven. There are dark blood stains in the jagged teeth.
Mo Yi stroked the cold surface of the key, then walked towards the iron box.
He inserted the key into the silver keyhole of the iron box, the slight sound of metal clashing resounded in the dead silence of the room, and then they snapped together tightly.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, exerted force with his fingertips, and with a soft "click", the box was unscrewed.
He lifted the lid of the box that had been slightly opened with a tiny gap, and then used the flashlight in his hand to shine into the box—
I saw a card lying quietly at the bottom of the metal box.
Mo Yi was taken aback, and reached out to pick up the card. It was an employee magnetic card, which was almost exactly the same as the employee card he found on the upper floor. It seemed to be a bit old, and the picture on it was blurred and peeled off. .
But it was still possible to recognize by the blurry outline of the photo that the owner of this magnetic card was a woman with long hair.
Mo Yi frowned, his face stained with a little gloom.
He originally thought that the box would contain information about this dungeon, but he didn't expect it to be the magnetic card that left this floor.
In fact, this also makes sense—after all, the magnetic card that Mo Yi left on the upper floor was obtained after cracking the illusion, and the key that Jiang Yuanrou obtained on this floor is also used for a similar purpose, except that the fee has more twists and turns.
At the same time... Another characteristic of this dungeon emerged clearly.
It gives too few clues.
There are very few clues whether it is images or words. The only clue that can be regarded as a clue is the butterfly that has no hidden meaning at all. Now even the archive room does not have any information about this copy. The paper in the folder is It's blank, and the only iron box is only given a magnetic card.
The scarcity of clues in this dungeon has reached an almost weird point.
Mo Yi glanced down at the dial on his wrist - now more than one-third of the game time in the dungeon has passed, but he still doesn't know anything about this dungeon.
This is too abnormal.
Mo Yi put down his hand and looked at the magnetic card in his hand.
Before he could take a closer look, he heard a loud bang from outside the door, and the sound of metal vibrations buzzed and diffused in the air, impacting people's eardrums.
Startled, Mo Yi raised his head and glanced at Jiang Yuanrou hastily, then stuffed the magnetic card into his pocket, turned and ran out.
The two ran to the corridor, looked in the direction of the sound, and couldn't help but gasp at the same time.
In front of the iron fence they just entered, the woman who had chased them before was standing upright in front of the tightly closed iron gate with her back to the faint light at the back of the corridor.
Seemingly seeing the gazes of Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanrou, the smile on her side face illuminated by the light became more and more weird and exaggerated, and her palms kept moving, slapping the cold iron railing vigorously.
The humming sound from the metal was huge and sharp, cutting through the air extremely easily and piercing into the human brain.
Mo Yi saw sharply that at the joint between the metal railing and the wall above, clods of dust and soil were falling down, and as the woman slapped more and more violently, the falling became faster and faster——
If this continues, she will come in sooner or later.
This clear cognition emerged in Mo Yi's mind. He took a deep breath, patted Jiang Yuanrou on the shoulder, and said in a low voice:
"Let's go."
The two turned around and walked towards the darkness at the end of the corridor, then stood still in front of the closed elevator door.
Mo Yi took out the magnetic card he had just found from his pocket, and swiped it at the groove on the wall, only to hear a soft "beep" sound in the darkness.
The sound of machinery braking came from the elevator shaft, and the sound of metal rubbing against ropes echoed in the empty corridor.
The sound of metal being slapped on the back became more and more urgent. Mo Yi turned his head and glanced at the woman behind him, only to see that in the darkness, her ferocious and stiff face remained unchanged, only a pair of almost scarlet eyes staring closely at her. two people.
Large pieces of wall coverings fell down with dust, and the railings were visibly loosened.
A fine layer of cold sweat broke out on Mo Yi's back. He took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the tightly closed elevator door in front of him, and felt a little anxious in his heart.
Less than half a minute later, there was a slight "ding" in the elevator shaft.
The diamond-shaped metal railing shrank accordingly, and the elevator door slowly opened in front of the two of them. Dim yellow light came in through the slowly opened door, illuminating the cold and gloomy end of the corridor in front of them.
Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanrou breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly walked into the elevator.
The elevator door closed behind the two, shutting out the creepy, scalp-tingling thud.
There was silence in the closed elevator, only the humming and roaring of the machine when the elevator was running could be heard.
Just like the last time I took the elevator, this elevator also does not have any buttons or operating system, it just goes up automatically, next to the clear -2 on the screen is a slowly moving small triangle, one by one moving up.
Mo Yi remembered his interrupted thoughts just now, so he took out two magnetic cards from his pocket and compared them carefully under the dim light in the elevator.
The names and photos of the employees above are almost unrecognizable, only the name of the mental hospital below can be distinguished. Mo Yi leaned closer and carefully observed the mottled and deformed words on it.
"Edwin Asylum".
Mo Yi pursed his lips, and couldn't help feeling a little frustrated for a moment—it's been two hours since he entered the dungeon, and he just learned the name of this mental hospital, which is too much of a failure.
But... the name of this mental hospital is a bit weird.
Edwin... This should be a personal name.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. It stands to reason that there are not many mental hospitals with people's names as their names, let alone people's names instead of surnames.
At this moment, he seemed to think of something, turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanrou who was standing aside, and asked:
"When you entered behind the iron railing just now, were you going to say something?"
Jiang Yuanrou raised her head when she heard the words, her face looked a little pale, she leaned against the cold wall of the elevator, and let out a long breath:
"I just... feel a little weird..."
She lowered her eyes, fixedly staring at a point in the void, her light brown eyes were covered by long curly eyelashes, her pale lips moved slightly, as if she was thinking about something.
The temperature inside the closed elevator was slightly higher than that in the corridor. Accompanied by the roar of the machine and the friction of the noose penetrating from the metal wall, the dim yellow light above the head fell down, giving the two of them a chance to breathe.
Mo Yi watched Jiang Yuanrou patiently, waiting quietly.
I saw Jiang Yuanrou took a deep breath, calmed down, and then said:
"When you said gender separation just now, I was a little shocked because in the last dungeon between Yuan Baijin and I, the players were separated according to gender, and the boss of that dungeon also slaughtered and hunted us down according to gender..."
Mo Yi stared at Jiang Yuanrou thoughtfully, a quick thought suddenly flashed in his mind, he interrupted Jiang Yuanrou without warning:
"That boss, do you know his name?"
Jiang Yuanrou was taken aback by Mo Yi's sudden question, and subconsciously replied:
"It's... Edwin, what's the matter?"