Mo Yi's sweaty palm was pressed against the hard glass, and the edge of the palm turned white due to the force. The glass under the palm was stained with a little body temperature, which in turn burned his cold palm.
A dense pain emerged from the base of the injured finger, and the nerve endings were stimulated like needle pricks.
He let go of his hand, and a white handprint was printed on the cold and cloudy glass, and the lines with mist slowly shrank and disappeared as the palm pressing on it left.
Mo Yi stared at Jiang Yuanrou's stiff side face on the other side of the window for a while, then turned his head, his eyelids drooped to cover his dark pupils, and looked towards the door.
I saw that the welded steel plate on the dirty door had hung down, and those skinny and pale fingers had retracted, leaving only a deep shadow leaking from the gap under the steel plate.
"Did you do it?"
There was a slight hoarseness in Mo Yi's voice, it sounded as if sand and gravel were rubbing in his throat, and there seemed to be some complex and depressive emotions surging in it.
There was a soft, joyful giggle from behind the thin door, and the soft voice of a child passed through the dead corridor to my ears:
"How is it possible? Don't you think I'm locked up tightly?"
There was silence in the air, and Edwin's voice rang eerily in the empty corridor:
"TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK, time waits for no one."
Following the child's deliberately lowered voice, Mo Yi could see through the window at the side that Jiang Yuanrou's thin and petite back walked slowly towards the blood-red door with a strange rhythm and stiff steps. go.
Mo Yi's voice was stiff and tense, and he could almost hear a slight tremor in it when he listened carefully:
"... How do I let you out?"
The child's voice behind the door was filled with eerie joy: "The key is in the room you just walked out of. You find it and take it out to open my door. I will help save your partner."
After listening to Edwin's words, Mo Yi's voice became urgent, mixed with unconscious tension and helplessness, like a bowstring that was stretched to the extreme, and could be snapped with just a little more force:
"But… "
Edwin's immature voice was filled with gloomy displeasure, and he interrupted him coldly:
"Do you still want her to live?"
Mo Yi's breathing stagnated slightly, and there was a little forbearance and helplessness in his voice, and the deep voice seemed to be gnashing his teeth:
"… All right."
Immediately afterwards, before Edwin could say anything, Mo Yi's breathing was chaotic, and his voice sounded a little unsteadily in the dead and deep corridor:
"I don't know exactly where the key is, and I don't know how long it will take to find—"
His voice suddenly became low, with a bit of ruthlessness and determination: "If, if Yuan Rou dies, even if I find the key, I won't be able to let you out."
There was a little impatience in Edwin's childish voice: "Until you find her, I promise that nothing will happen to her."
His voice immediately became vicious and cold:
"Of course, you'd better find it within ten minutes, otherwise... I can't guarantee what happens to her."
"...Okay." Mo Yi uttered a monotonous word dryly, then turned his head and quickened his pace towards the door he walked out of just now.
He stretched out his hand and opened the door behind him, and the strong smell of blood and dust came over him. Shadows and darkness gathered heavily as he walked deeper, swallowing his figure.
The door panel wrapped in dark green wallpaper closed quietly behind him, blocking out the faint light in the corridor.
The vivid mood swings and feelings on Mo Yi's face disappeared immediately.
The entanglement, anger, and tension just now were like a thin layer of frost and snow under the sun, leaving only a slightly damp and hard ground, which almost made people think that everything just now was just a phantom-like illusion.
He pressed the flashlight in his hand.
With a soft "click", the pale lamppost lit up, and Mo Yi's bloodless face was also stained with a layer of pale color, looking like a ghost in the dark room.
He raised his dark eyes slightly, staring coldly ahead.
——"Mutual benefit" with Edwin is equivalent to seeking skin from a tiger. Even if the decision is made for a good purpose, it is very likely that he will regret it later.
In addition, he himself didn't care that much about human life, whether it was Jiang Yuanrou's or his own.
If Jiang Yuanrou was in danger by his side, he would try his best to help her, but if after the two separated, Jiang Yuanrou was in danger due to his own wrong judgment, it could only be his own mistake Already...
It would be extremely stupid for Mo Yi to make an unwise decision just to save her life.
Plus...according to the characteristics of frequent illusions in this dungeon, whether that is Jiang Yuanrou is still open to question.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his extremely dark pupils protruded and printed with two small lights, like cold stars and moons.
That's why he acted like he was deeply affected by Jiang Yuanrou's danger at the beginning, so that Edwin would think that he had an extremely useful bargaining chip, a bargaining chip that could completely control him, only in this way Only then will he be paralyzed and intoxicated by the joy of his imminent victory, revealing his flaws and flaws in just a few words.
That's why Mo Yi slapped on the window and called Jiang Yuanrou's name affectionately at the beginning, and then acted like he was restless and being led by the nose in the subsequent confrontation, and then bit by bit, subtly to test each other.
According to Edwin's words, a small, non-obvious loophole was revealed.
Mo Yi took a step forward and paced slowly in the room, his eyes wandered around the room following the movement of the flashlight, and he thought casually—
Edwin said at the beginning that Jiang Yuanrou's current situation was not caused by him, because he was deeply locked in the room, which is very likely to be true.
Because the key to his room was next door, but he couldn't get it, which meant that after he was locked into the room, his control on this floor was greatly limited, so he asked himself to look for the key.
Mo Yi walked forward slowly along the wall of the room. While walking, he bent his knuckles and tapped the wall lightly, trying to see if there was a mezzanine inside.
Beneath the dark green wallpapered walls were hard and cold, and the sound was sonorous—solid.
He pursed his lips, and continued to follow the train of thought just now in his mind, thinking deeper.
— When confronting Edwin just now, when he proposed that "Jiang Yuanrou's life needs to be protected while looking for the key by himself", Edwin easily agreed, and set a rule for him that is not short time frame.
And since he wanted so much to regain his freedom, the possibility of deceiving him on this point was not great.
After all, Mo Yi made his point very clearly - if Jiang Yuanrou dies after he finds the key, their deal will not stand.
So... Edwin obviously has some control over Jiang Yuanrou.
Losing control in such a close place, but Jiang Yuanrou, who is separated by a whole corridor, has the ability to "keep her safe for ten minutes", plus the window that is very "coincidentally" positioned - just right He suddenly appeared at the door he came out of, and happened to be able to see the opposite corridor, and the end of the corridor happened to be the crucial blood-red door.
There is only one reasonable explanation for so many "coincidence" coincidences stacked up.
From just now, what he saw was not real, and he was manipulated by Edwin inside that door to see.
But...the key still has to be found.
Not only is it a rare clue in this dungeon with very few hints, but it may also become a very important bargaining chip in the future.
But... Edwin can clearly tell the separation between Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanrou, and he can also clearly imagine Jiang Yuanrou's appearance, and there is no flaw...
There are only two possibilities.
One is that his control on this floor is not as weak as Mo Yi thought, and the other is that he has met Jiang Yuanrou and may have even communicated with her.
Little traces of uneasiness welled up in Mo Yi's heart, and some slight, ominous ripples slowly appeared in his heart. Regardless of the reason, it was not what he wanted to see.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind, then stood still at the base of the wall, raised his dark eyes and stared thoughtfully at the void in the darkness.
Mo Yi had already walked around the room, and there was no place to hide things in the surrounding walls. Although the room was large, there were not many things in it, and there was no complicated structure. Can see through.
Where will this key be
Mo Yi frowned slowly, rubbing his cold fingertips subconsciously, his eyes subconsciously fell on the broken doll scattered on the floor of the room, and he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.
He walked forward quickly, then squatted down, picked up the toy, and the arms, legs and feet attached to the body fell off, and a stale smell of dust entered his nostrils.
There doesn't seem to be anything to hide...
Mo Yi pursed his lips, walked to the dismembered plush toy, and carefully searched for the clumped cotton in its belly, but also found nothing.
He stepped up to the mouse's corpse, endured the slight nausea in his heart, and slowly inserted his fingers into the mouse's exposed belly, rummaging through the greasy internal organs of its thin and small body.
No.
Mo Yi seemed to have found the knack, and his movements sped up. After searching the cat's bony body to no avail, he turned his attention to the dissected, complete and skilled male corpse.
He stood up, walked slowly to the corpse and squatted down, stretching his palms into his exposed internal organs and turning them.
The smell of blood in the air became more and more intense, and the smoker almost wanted to suffocate.
Mo Yi endured the discomfort and nausea in his heart, and slowly moved his fingers that were deeply embedded in the cold and sticky viscera of the dead body.
After groping through the broken intestines and lungs, his fingertips seemed to have touched something cold and hard.
It seems to be the outline of a key.