The air in the corridor was dry and warm, and the walls on all sides crowded in, compressing and condensing the darkness into the long corridor.
Mo Yi tried to take a few steps forward, the carpet under his feet was greasy and thin, and he could almost feel the hard and cold touch of the floor below when he stepped on it.
He projected the light of the flashlight onto the wall beside him, and a circle of bright light spots stayed on the dark green wallpaper, illuminating the irregular and dim checkered pattern on it.
On the wall slightly higher than the ground, there is a strangely shaped oil stain. The color of the pattern beside and inside the oil stain is deeply sunken. It looks like an unhealed wound, and it seems to be half a wide-eyed eye.
Mo Yi's gaze stayed on the oil stain for a few seconds, and then he seemed to have noticed something.
He frowned, leaned closer to the wall, and carefully looked at the patterns on the wallpaper, only to see that the dark green lines forming the edges of the grid above were actually composed of densely packed small butterflies from a close distance.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, and slightly distanced himself.
Jiang Yuanrou turned to look at him, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Mo Yi hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "... nothing."
The two continued to walk forward, and there was silence in the corridor, only the rustling sound of the soles of their feet rubbing against the surface of the carpet could be heard.
The corridor was crowded and narrow, and the light of the flashlight was completely absorbed by the deep darkness ahead, as if thrown into a bottomless abyss, without sound or light.
On the wall beside them is a repetitive and monotonous pattern, which slowly changes as the two walk deeper, and is illuminated by the side of the flashlight beam, like undulating waves.
There was a dead silence all around.
As if affected by this oppressive atmosphere, Jiang Yuanrou and Mo Yi were also very quiet, walking forward side by side silently.
The corridor ahead suddenly turned a corner, and there was a dim wall lamp in the corner illuminating a small corner by the wall. The two of them turned the corner and found that there was still a long and stretching corridor ahead.
Mo Yi felt a faint uneasiness in his heart.
Although the previous two floors were full of dangers, they were still predictable. Their routines were similar, but on the third floor, such a complete and huge change suddenly appeared.
It's almost impossible to predict what will happen next.
This feeling of being out of control made him very uncomfortable.
Mo Yi slightly tightened the palm holding the flashlight, and there was a dull pain at the base of his thumb, which seemed to pry open his heart and sneak into his thoughts as if it was a concrete anxiety.
The corridor ahead took another turn in a completely different direction.
Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanrou looked at each other, hesitated for a few seconds, and then continued to walk forward in the direction of the extension of the corridor.
The atmosphere in the air was so gloomy that it was almost hard to breathe.
This corridor is deep and narrow, and there are no doors or forks on the walls. There is only a passage that quietly extends deeper and deeper into the darkness.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and finally decided to speak out his guess. He lowered his voice and said:
"Yuan Rou."
Jiang Yuanrou turned to look at him, with a questioning look on his pale face.
Mo Yi opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, Jiang Yuanrou asked in a low voice with some doubts: "... what's wrong?"
This time, it wasn't that Mo Yi didn't want to say it, but it seemed that some kind of strange force was strangling his throat, preventing him from speaking out the words he had conceived in his mind——
"In the dungeon of the membership test, you are the one being tested, so the key point of this dungeon is on you.
And if you can't solve it, you will fail in the dungeon just like Yuan Bai, and stay forever. "
Jiang Yuanrou's face turned serious, and she realized that Mo Yi's current state was not because he didn't want to say anything, but because he couldn't say it—this meant that Mo Yi had discovered some key information.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, pondered for a few seconds, then spoke again after deliberation:
"Thank you for the clues about this dungeon, and I will ask you more in the future."
Jiang Yuanrou looked at him steadily for a few seconds, nodded slightly, and then said "Yes" in a low voice: "Okay, you're welcome."
Mo Yi turned his gaze away, and there were bursts of burning pain deep in his throat, as if there was a flame burning from the stomach along the esophagus to the mouth.
He knew that this was the limit of what he could hint. According to Jiang Yuanrou's experience, she should understand that he was hinting at a certain key information, but she didn't know what he wanted to say specifically.
Mo Yi let out a long sigh in his heart... Now he can only hope that Jiang Yuanrou will understand earlier that the key point this time is definitely in the copy that Jiang Yuanrou experienced last time, and it is very likely that she cannot say One of those few clues to the exit.
The two continued to walk forward along the corridor.
Subtle steps resounded in the silent semi-enclosed space, rubbing against the ground regularly, accompanied by the dim corridor and monotonous background in front of you, almost making you drowsy.
But Mo Yi's nerves slowly tensed up.
He always felt that the atmosphere in front of him was like a bow that was being drawn to its full capacity, and the gradually increasing force tightened the bowstring into a trembling straight line, as if it would break in the next second.
He swallowed slowly, his dry throat aching.
Suddenly, the corner of Mo Yi's eyes seemed to catch something - there seemed to be something on the wall beside him...
He stopped abruptly, turned his eyes to look at the wall beside him, and saw dark green lines on the shrunken wallpaper covering the wall, extending monotonously into the distant darkness.
And there is a little deep oil stain printed on the boring pattern, and the clear edge is printed on the wall slightly higher than the ground, which looks like an unhealed wound or half a wide-eyed eye.
Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds, a huge trembling feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.
He heard his own voice was stiff and monotonous, and he could hardly recognize his own timbre: "We are going around in circles."
Jiang Yuanrou was also taken aback, then turned to look at him: "What?"
Mo Yi illuminated the strange spot on the wall with the light of the flashlight in his hand, and the gloomy color in his eyes surged:
"I saw this spot about ten minutes ago, shortly after we left the elevator..."
What about the elevator? Will it also
Mo Yi stopped speaking, turned his head and looked behind him.
I saw a long and deep corridor behind me, leading straight into the deep and dense darkness, as if I couldn't see the end at a glance, and the monotonous and repetitive wallpaper presented a strange dark green, blurred in the darkness.
The sense of unreality in my heart seemed to sprout from the fertile soil in my heart, and slowly emerged.
A small whisper came from the bottom of his heart, asking softly:
Is everything in front of you real
Are the corridors real? Are they really going in circles? Is that blob real? Or is it just to mislead them into thinking they are playing in circles
Mo Yi gritted his teeth tightly, clenched his wrist with one hand, and his fingertips sank deeply into his wound.
The pain climbed up the nerves to the heart like a bug bite, and slowly penetrated into the depths of the brain.
He knew that his current state was not normal. He had gone through one floor more than Jiang Yuanrou, and also experienced several more illusions. The mental hospital had a much deeper impact on him than on her.
The tiny voice continued to ask:
"Is Jiang Yuanrou real?"
Mo Yi's heart froze slightly, and he realized belatedly that the words were not spoken by the voice in his heart, but came from beside him.
Soft female voice.
Jiang Yuanrou's voice.
He turned his head to look at the sound, and with his movements, the icy thin sweat slowly dripped down his back, making him feel as if he was cold from head to sole.
There was no one around.
Jiang Yuanrou was gone.
Mo Yi heard his heart beating loudly in his chest, his lungs and chest resonated with rumbling breathing, and the buzzing white noise sounded in the silent corridor.
He stood alone in the cold and dark corridor, holding a flashlight in his hand, and a solitary beam of light shone into the darkness.
Mo Yi's fingertips turned white from exertion, and sharp pain rose from the depths of his mind.
He took a deep breath, took a few steps back slowly, and pressed his back against the cold wall, as if he wanted to regain some sanity and give him some new strength by leaning on the wall.
Reason is like a strong hand, re-steering in the mind.
Mo Yi closed his eyes, sorting out the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
If this Jiang Yuanrou was fake from the beginning, then he never left the second floor from the beginning. If Jiang Yuanrou was real, then they must have dispersed after entering the first floor.
In the absence of more evidence, Mo Yi has nothing to really confirm, especially in the plausible environment deliberately created for the players in this dungeon, the only thing he can trust now is his intuition.
perhaps.
The scary thing about this dungeon is that it is driving the players in it to the brink of madness.
A player who is not determined enough may be driven crazy directly in this copy.
Mo Yi breathed out deeply, calming down his ups and downs just now, he moved his heels back half a step, and pressed his whole body against the wall behind him.
At this moment, he felt that the wall behind him seemed to move slightly, imperceptibly.
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, opened his eyes, stood up straight, and then turned his head to look behind him.
I saw that due to the pressure he exerted just now, a shallow gap appeared on it, as if a deep mark was carved on the wall with a knife.
And the strangely shaped oil stain happened to be printed right next to the dark crevice.
Mo Yi paused, stretched out his hand to press on the wall, and then slowly applied force, only heard a slight "click", the gap widened, and then slid inward.
Here is a door.
That independent wall slowly stretched to the depths, revealing a clear outline, shadows and darkness spread from inside—
The door opened.