Mo Yi was startled, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, he turned his head suddenly, and looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Beside the door he just came out of, there is another tightly closed door. The color of the door panel is mottled and ugly. It looks like an old canvas. Dark brown spots are all over the door panel, which seems to be dried up. long blood.
The voice seemed to come from inside this door.
Different from other rooms in this corridor, there is a welded rusty steel plate under this closed door, which is tightly embedded in the wooden door. There is a thin shadow under the steel plate, which seems to be able to be lifted .
It's like... a little window to pass things in.
Mo Yi's heart was beating violently in his chest, and the shirt behind his back was wet with cold sweat sticking to his back, but he couldn't feel the coldness.
His gaze was firmly glued to the steel plate under the door, and he seemed unable to move his gaze away.
There seemed to be some strange and unknown premonition in his heart that was hitting his perception, tightening his mind, pulling his nerves, and bringing a sense of trembling that could not be ignored.
At this moment, a hoarse and rusty creak sounded in the dead corridor.
Thin and sharp, like a sharp knife, it scrapes thinly on the tight nerves of a person, making the scalp numb.
The small steel plate was slowly lifted up, the thin shadow below gradually expanded, and then several thin, pale fingers slowly stretched out from the darkness.
Mo Yi's breathing stagnated for a moment.
Those pale fingers were extremely thin and thin, almost a thin layer of skin wrapped around the hard bones, looking like corpses.
But it can still be seen at a glance that it is a pair of children's hands.
The thin, soft child's voice came through the heavy door, it sounded ethereal and weird, it repeated again:
"You're here."
Mo Yi's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he felt a dry and sore feeling. He took a deep breath, and heard himself reply in a hoarse voice:
"right."
The thin child's laughter came from behind the door, echoing in the empty corridor:
"You're so interesting."
Mo Yi had calmed down at this moment, he changed his position indiscriminately, moved himself to an angle, his gaze was still fixed on the hand sticking out from under the steel plate.
He controlled his voice and replied cautiously:
"Why do you say that?"
The voice of the child behind the door sounded clear and clean:
"Normally, you shouldn't be asking me: who are you? Why are you here? Do you have any purpose?"
The voice suddenly became mysterious: "Or... Ask: Where did my companion go, is she still alive?"
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, and his fingers shrank subconsciously, but his expression remained calm:
"Do you want me to ask these questions?"
As if realizing that Mo Yi was trying to control the initiative of the words, the child's voice suddenly became rough:
"of course not!"
Those thin fingers protruding from under the steel plate tightened suddenly, and the sharp nails almost dug into the wooden door panel.
In the next second, the child's voice became sweet again:
"However... if it was you who asked the question, I might answer it."
A layer of cold sweat leaked from Mo Yi's back, he pursed his pale lips, his voice was still steady and calm:
"Well then, who are you?"
The child's voice giggled: "You should have guessed it a long time ago, right? I'm Edwin."
Mo Yi's pale fingertips hanging by his side moved slightly, and his breathing rate changed slightly - he really guessed so, but he didn't expect the other party to give the answer so easily.
He continued to ask in the order of the questions Edwin said just now: "Why are you here?"
Edwin's voice was tinged with resentment and viciousness: "Of course I was locked up."
Mo Yi's heart was beating violently, and a thin layer of hot sweat emerged from his palms, which was very wet and uncomfortable. He controlled his breathing, and continued to ask:
"By whom?"
Edwin giggled: "Of course it was the other Edwin."
Mo Yi's fingers tightened slowly, slightly startled.
—When he was in that room just now, he actually had some vague guesses in his mind.
Those corpses ranging from toys to small animals to humans are obviously the experimentation and growth of the killing method—exactly the same as the death method of the players in those two floors.
This copy is a mental hospital, and the name of this mental hospital is Edwin... This made him have some related associations.
It's just that all of these are just one of the guesses in Mo Yi's mind, and he has listed at least four or five possible guesses in his mind. This dungeon has no more evidence and clues, which makes him helpless. narrow down.
And the "Edwin" on this level... actually said it directly? !
Mo Yi's brows were tightly frowned, but he couldn't refute the proposed conjecture for a while, all the evidence pointed to the same point——
What the other party said was correct.
This mental hospital is called Edwin because Edwin itself is a mental hospital.
The man on the third floor, the woman on the second floor, and the child on this floor, they are all the same person, Edwin.
So in the prompt at the beginning of the dungeon, it will say: You are me.
And the completely blank reference room on the second floor proved this conclusion again: since this mental hospital itself is not a real building, it is naturally impossible to have any materials in the file room inside.
But Mo Yi still had a vague uneasiness in his heart.
However, if this is the case... who is that person who pushed him on the third floor
What is the meaning of the butterfly that keeps appearing in the three floors? Is it just a murderous symbol of a psychopathic killer
As if realizing that Mo Yi hadn't replied for a long time, when the child's voice sounded again, there was a trace of dissatisfaction in the voice:
"why do not you talk?"
Mo Yi came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and kept his voice calm:
"Nothing, I was just scared."
Edwin laughed, and the giggling sound echoed in the corridor, which sounded a little frightening. After half a minute, he suddenly stopped speaking, his voice was a bit condensed:
"She likes to kill women, he likes to kill men, and I only like toys and small animals."
His voice suddenly became terrifying and deep:
"So they locked me up."
Mo Yi recalled what Jiang Yuanrou said before. In the dungeon she experienced before, the boss slaughtered the players by dividing the number of days by gender. If Edwin was really schizophrenic, then he really only showed two personality.
He squinted his eyes, staring at the finger protruding from under the steel plate, and suddenly asked the third question asked by the other party:
"Do you have any purpose?"
Edwin retracted his fingers slowly, and there was only a narrow gap left on the steel plate again. His voice sounded muffled behind the door panel, thinly and lightly reaching his ears. :
"Of course... mutual benefit."
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition rose from his heart.
"Look behind you."
The thin child's voice sounded innocent and innocent.
Mo Yi turned his head and looked behind him—following the window to the opposite corridor...
I saw a familiar, petite figure standing at the end of the corridor, with a stiff body, slightly drooping head, long curly brown hair hanging down, and the deep shadow blocked her face, only the pointed A pointed pale chin.
Mo Yi's heart was beating wildly, his hands and feet were cold, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, slowly flowing down his hot temples.
He subconsciously took a step forward, and the situation in his eyes became clearer—
Jiang Yuanrou walked forward along that corridor at an extremely slow speed. The pattern of the dark green wallpaper on the wall of the corridor seemed to be moving and spinning without a trace.
Her movements were stiff, as if she was being manipulated by something, she walked towards the end of the corridor step by step.
Mo Yi's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the end of the corridor.
There is a dark red door, bright, rich blood looks like blood is slowly flowing down the straight door frame, and the dazzling blood is deeply imprinted on the wall.
- "up is down".
- "To go is to stay".
If what Edwin said was correct, although they were slowly going up in the elevator, they were actually moving slowly into the depths.
If Jiang Yuanrou walks out of that door, then she is equivalent to leaving in the deepest part of this dungeon...
Then she will be left forever.
Mo Yi's heart was pulled hard, a cold feeling spread from the soles of his feet, straight to the top of his head, a huge tremor spread along the nerves and spread to all parts of the body.
He took a sudden step forward, rushed to the window, and subconsciously slapped the cold glass vigorously with his palm.
There was a "bang bang" vibration and sound from the glass, and he heard his hoarse voice echoing in the dead and narrow corridor:
"Yuan Rou!!!"
Mo Yi slapped the blurry and hard glass hard, and there was a fiery pain in his throat like sand rubbing, and a sharp pain in the base of the injured finger, as if the blunt rusty knife was cutting hard on the nerve. , causing palpitation-like pain.
At this moment, the soft, child's voice sounded from behind.
His voice sounded cold and smooth, as if some gloomy cold-blooded animal was slowly wriggling and shrinking its soft body, leaving cold and slippery marks on the skin, causing goosebumps and physiological tremors:
"—You let me out, and I'll help you save her, how about it?"
"mutually beneficial."