A door slowly opened on the wall in front of him. The dark green wallpaper was shrouded in deeper shadows as the door panel slid inward. The inside of the door was pitch black, standing quietly like an abyss a few steps away.
A stale and dull atmosphere slowly escaped from the door, mixed with a faint smell of blood.
A thin layer of sweat broke out in the palms of Mo Yi's hands hanging by his side. He moved his fingers holding the flashlight, allowing the beam of light to shine on the door that appeared unexpectedly.
The light was swallowed by the abyss, and there seemed to be nothing there.
He took a deep breath slowly, and then closed his eyes. The swollen and hot eyeballs were covered by the cold eyelids, which brought a trace of calmness and reason to his chaotic mind.
Now, Mo Yi unexpectedly calmed down.
He recalled and analyzed every clue before this time in his mind, and then sorted them out.
According to his experience on the third floor, the illusion in this dungeon will not take the initiative to cause harm to him, but tends and induces him to make wrong choices and stay in the dungeon forever. The illusion can't really imitate the game's control over the players, so Jiang Yuanrou is very likely to be real.
And when he wanted to disclose to Jiang Yuanrou the relevant guess about the copy of the membership test that he guessed just now, it should be the last time he saw the real Jiang Yuanrou, and the sense of silence brought to him by the game at that time could not be suppressed. copy.
Mo Yi opened his eyes, revealing a pair of dark eyeballs under his eyelashes, with a cold light shining deep in his pupils, looking rational and calm.
His eyes fell on the dark green wallpaper, and the dark lines that make up those small grids looked carefully. They were butterflies connected end to end, settled in the deep shadows in the corridor, and seemed to be faintly gelatinous. The substance seeps out of it in general.
Then, the only explanation is that this floor separated the two of them after their topic was over.
Mo Yi closed his eyes and listened to the sound of his heart beating steadily in his chest, and let out a long breath.
With the gradual deepening of the understanding of this game mechanism, he felt more and more that his task this time was onerous. Not only did he have to survive the dungeon deliberately keeping all the clues away from him, but he also had to help Jiang Yuanrou complete her test , and bringing out Jiang Yuanbai who still doesn't know where he is - almost every task is almost impossible.
No wonder Jiang Yuanrou made such a generous move back then.
Mo Yi sighed helplessly, calmed down, then raised his eyes to look at the door that opened quietly.
His face was pale and calm, and he stepped into the door leading to the unknown and darkness.
As he walked, the darkness slowly surrounded and swallowed him, and he was surrounded by the increasingly dull smell of dust, mixed with the smell of blood and decay that had never changed since the third floor, It lingered lingeringly at the end of his nose, as if it wanted to invade every sense of his senses, and gathered it.
Mo Yi was slightly suffocated by the choking breath, he kept moving his feet, and continued to walk deep.
While walking forward at a slow pace, he slowly turned his wrist, and shone the flashlight in his hand on his side, observing the environment he was in.
This is a very large room, the room is pitch-black without the slightest light or sound, and it is almost doubtful whether one is really in a real space.
The carpet under your feet is different from the one in the corridor. The soft and tough feeling when you step on it shows the price of the carpet under your feet. It seems to cover the entire room and quietly absorb all the sounds.
Mo Yi seemed to have stepped on something under his feet. He used the flashlight to shine a light on his feet, and saw that it was a doll that had been disembowelled. In the doll's half-broken head was a lonely blue glass eyeball. Long blond hair was dusty and hung in locks on the back of the doll's bald head.
It looked pitiful and miserable.
Mo Yi carefully moved his foot away, and then continued to walk forward, but he might have stepped on something again.
The bright lamp post of the flashlight moved down, illuminating the half-cut plush doll under its feet—it could no longer see its original appearance, only the cotton falling out of the inner plate of the belly could be seen. It came out, as if broken internal organs were flowing out of its body.
On the ground, there was a pool of coagulated and dried blood, quietly drying beside the doll, and the blood-stained long-haired carpet showed a dirty dark brown color under the light.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't help speeding up his steps, and then tripped over something soft on the ground.
He stabilized his body, followed the light in his hand and looked towards the ground, only to see a dead mouse lying quietly on the carpet.
It seemed to have died not long ago, and the death was miserable. The bones were cut out, the bloody muscles were exposed, and the internal organs flowing out of the soft belly seemed to be steaming.
Mo Yi calmed down. He narrowed his eyes slightly, stood still on the spot, and then moved the flashlight in his hand to illuminate the surrounding area of the mouse's corpse. Sure enough, in the darkness not far from the mouse, there was a small The black shadow lay quietly in the dust.
He frowned, took a few steps in that direction, and realized that it was a dead cat.
The bloody fur was tightly attached to its bony body, and the fur on the other half of the body was torn off, revealing the bright red muscle texture, and then blood was tightly stained on the long-haired carpet. The extremely rough muscles that had been cut up were carefully placed next to the torn fur, which looked... like a pair of wings made of flesh and blood.
A chill rose from the soles of Mo Yi's feet, straight up his forehead, and a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
He moved his throat a little stiffly, restraining the chill that surged up from the depths of his heart, then turned his head, and slowly illuminated a wider area with the flashlight—
A dead dog was lying on the floor, surrounded by its flesh, and what appeared to be a full-fledged wing.
Then, finally, the beam of light from the flashlight in Mo Yi's hand rested on the ground at least two or three meters away from him.
It was a human-shaped shadow.
Cold thin sweat broke out from Mo Yi's hands, and the hard outline of the metal shell of the flashlight was wet from his grip.
The strong and turbulent bloody smell invaded his senses and texture, occupying his sense of smell and taste, and he even seemed to be able to taste the rust floating in the air in his mouth.
He took a few steps closer in that direction.
The shadow on the carpet gradually became clear in sight. It was the corpse of a man, lying on the floor with his limbs stretched out. The muscles of his upper body were almost completely stripped off, leaving only the bloody white skeleton and Xiang Yi. Slide down the guts.
Large areas of muscles were carefully and neatly laid out on the carpet, looking skilled.
The blood that was so thick that it was almost black seeped into the carpet, smearing a deep brown blood stain on a large piece of long hair above it.
The almost condensed smell of blood and decay in the air was almost nauseating.
Mo Yi's complexion was pale, his lips were tightly pursed, and a pair of dark eyes were fixed on the pieces of flesh and blood arranged on the carpet as huge butterfly wings, and he was silent thoughtfully.
He knew why this house was so hidden.
The ones here are full of loot—but they are not the players who died in this dungeon, but more like... the loot in the real world that this dungeon was built on.
He subconsciously stroked the hard surface of the flashlight stained with his body temperature with his fingers, and the line of his lips tightened into a tense arc.
This is the first clear clue that appeared in this dungeon.
Mo Yi turned his head and looked again at the corpses and toy fragments he encountered along the way just now, the traces between his brows became more and more profound.
He always felt that... none of this seemed so simple.
The heavy and sultry air in the room evaporated the bloody smell into a more vivid atmosphere, which made people feel a little suffocated.
Mo Yi walked around the corpse on the ground and walked towards the wall at the end of the room. The light of the flashlight fell steadily on the dark green wallpaper on the wall. The patterns on it seemed clearer in the darkness and shadows. It looks as if it is floating faintly.
There is a door on the wall, and the invisible door gap is almost integrated with the wallpaper. If you don't observe carefully, it is almost difficult to distinguish it from the pattern of the wallpaper.
Mo Yi stepped forward and opened the door.
In front of him was another long corridor, with deep turns at both ends, and it seemed that it was not sure where it was going.
He must have never been to this corridor before—because there are three or four rooms scattered in this corridor, while the previous corridor is a completely closed passage.
The most important thing is that there is a window opposite to where Mo Yi is.
And that window seems to be just to communicate the two corridors - through the dim glass, you can see the corridor on the other side, the exact same dark green wallpaper, dark brown carpet, and exactly the same narrow and lengthy.
There are no rooms in that corridor.
Mo Yi took a step forward, his eyes fell on the corridor through the window, his hands and feet were cold.
He saw one end of that corridor—a red door.
The bright red lacquer leather on the door looks as dazzling as fresh blood, and the thick lacquer color seems to have a strong rust smell, as if sticky blood will drip down the straight door frame in the next second.
Just looking at it is like being able to smell the strong smell of blood emanating from that door.
What Jiang Yuanrou said earlier echoed in Mo Yi's mind:
— "There is a red secret door in the basement, we can't enter."
His heart tightened slightly, and there seemed to be a thin buzzing sound in his eardrums.
At this moment, Mo Yi heard a thin, almost childish voice in his ear:
"You came."