Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat.
He used his index finger and thumb to hold the hard key buried deep in the internal organs, and then with a little force, he pulled his palm out of the cold belly of the corpse.
Accompanied by a sticky rubbing sound, the smell of blood and rot in the room became stronger.
Mo Yi held his breath slightly to suppress the nausea surging in his stomach, and then shone a flashlight on his hand.
Among the dark red blood and internal organs, a small key lay quietly in his palm, reflecting a slight halo under the light of the flashlight.
Its surface is not smooth, and it feels uneven and frictional to the touch. The dark maroon marks are deeply imprinted on the key, and it is impossible to tell whether it is rust or blood.
Mo Yi unskilledly opened the backpack with one hand, pulled out a few tissues from inside, wiped his palm covered with cold blood briefly, and then carefully wiped the key again.
A rusty key appeared in front of my eyes.
Mo Yi observed it over and over for a while, but found nothing special, so he put it in his pocket.
He lowered his head and glanced at his watch. Now that the time limit of ten minutes was running out, it was time to find Edwin.
Mo Yi stood up, squatting for so long that his eyes darkened slightly, he blinked his eyes vigorously, then stretched his stiff legs, and then walked towards the door.
He opened the door, and the dim light in the corridor instantly came in from the slowly widening door.
Familiar scenes reappeared in front of my eyes, narrow and narrow corridors, old dark green wallpapers, and blurry windows.
Mo Yi's gaze fell on the blurred glass without any trace.
The handprint he just printed on it still remains on it, and the white mist has basically disappeared, leaving half of the palm lines remaining on the cold surface of the glass.
Through the glass, Mo Yi could see Jiang Yuanrou standing stiffly in the corridor, with her petite figure facing away from him, her back tensed and her limbs tensed, as if being pulled by something, standing there without moving forward or retreating. In the middle of the corridor.
Edwin's voice came from behind, and the immature voice sounded a bit eager: "Have you found the key?"
Mo Yi turned his head and took a look at the tightly closed door panel. The mottled door panel was of various colors, like an old and dirty canvas.
A childlike slender voice came through the cracks in the welded steel plates under the door, and it sounded a little more anxious than before:
"did you find it?!"
Mo Yi said "hmm": "How can I know that after opening the door for you, you will fulfill the promise you just made?"
Edwin's voice sounded sinister: "You can't, but without me, she would definitely die."
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the half-closed steel plate thoughtfully, slowly sketching the cool white light reflected on it.
He spoke, his voice was anxious and uneasy that didn't match his expression:
"OK then… "
Edwin laughed, and before he could say anything else, Mo Yi continued:
"But... which key?"
Edwin was obviously choked for a while, and he didn't make a sound for a long time. After a few seconds, he said grimly:
"What's the meaning?"
Mo Yi:
"I found three keys in that room, which one will open your door?"
His fingers were reaching into his trouser pockets, slowly picking up the three keys in the pockets, two were copper keys and silver keys used on the second floor, and one was the biological key he found in the corpse in the room just now. rusty key.
The sound of clanging metal rang in his pocket.
Mo Yi continued without changing his expression: "I found one in the belly of a doll, one in the belly of a mouse, and one in a human corpse."
Edwin's voice suddenly rose, and he said in disbelief:
"How could there be three? Impossible! Impossible!"
Mo Yi had some ideas in his mind—although the bosses on the previous two floors were limited by the physical conditions of each floor, they seemed to have no ability to communicate with them, so he was very concerned about this "boss" who could communicate with him and even negotiate conditions with him. Edwin" ability cannot be confirmed.
But now it seems that if even his lies can't be exposed, then Edwin, who is locked inside the door, probably doesn't have the kind of control over this corridor that he is afraid of.
This proves two things.
One is that the Jiang Yuanrou seen in that window is fake, and the other is... Edwin has seen Jiang Yuanrou before.
Mo Yi already had a bottom line in his mind, but his face remained calm, and he deliberately asked, "Or...shall I try one by one?"
The air pressure inside the door became even lower, and there was a dead silence in the narrow corridor. It took a long time for Edwin to say in a gloomy voice:
"... don't use it for now."
really.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes clearly—according to Edwin's suspiciousness and fickleness, he found that the development of the matter was completely different from what he imagined, so he naturally didn't dare to try it lightly, for fear that there would be some traps in it.
What's more, if what he said is true, the bosses of the other two floors are Edwin's other two personalities, and the relationship between them is not harmonious...then the rift between them can just make Mo Yi's This lie is even more difficult to debunk.
The corners of Mo Yi's lips curled up slightly, but there was still a look of embarrassment on his face. He pondered for a while, and then continued:
"That Yuanrou..."
There was silence inside the door, and there was no sound.
Mo Yi hit the iron while it was hot, and said in a somewhat eager voice: "I, I can go to several other places on this floor to find the whereabouts of other keys. If you can ensure Yuanrou's safety during this time..."
This proposal makes sense.
Edwin's voice came from inside the door. The childlike tender voice combined with his gloomy tone made it sound extraordinarily strange through the thick door panel:
"... Yes, but if you do something wrong, don't forget that your companion is still in my hands."
Mo Yi's expression remained unchanged, but the words in his mouth were in contrast to the eagerness and anxiety:
"I, I know."
Immediately afterwards, he spoke with some hesitation, and the volume was a little weak: "Do you have any doubts? Where do you think the key may appear? At least I found a target...?"
Mo Yi held his breath slightly, waiting for Edwin to step into this small trap.
This dungeon itself gives too few clues, and the corridors on this floor are too complicated and changeable, blindly searching will only waste the little time, and the news from the boss is different...
He thinks that the place where the key might be hidden must have a special status in this dungeon, and it may become the key point of this breakthrough.
Mo Yi's heartstrings quietly tense—
After the silence, Edwin's cold and gloomy child's voice came:
"... There is a room in another corridor. If there is no key in the next room, then there is only one possibility."
Mo Yi continued to ask calmly: "The terrain here is too complicated. If you say so, I may not be able to find it..."
There was another gloomy silence.
There was a "squeak" sound of rusty metal friction, and a dirty ball of paper was thrown out from under the metal partition, rolled twice on the thin greasy carpet, and stopped tremblingly. It didn't move on the ground.
Mo Yi raised his lips restrainedly, stepped forward a few steps, bent down and picked up the paper ball from the carpet.
With the sound of paper rubbing against each other, his fingers deftly unfolded and smoothed the ball of paper, revealing the crumpled paper surface.
A crooked simple map was drawn on it with crayons, the lines were immature, and it looked like a child's handwriting.
Mo Yi rolled his eyes, knowing that this was the best result he could get, so he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and said:
"Please protect Yuanrou well, I, I will definitely come back as soon as possible."
His firm voice was mixed with a bit of urgency, as well as a trace of apprehensive fear and uneasiness, which sounded very realistic.
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi stepped forward without hesitation, turned up the light of the flashlight to the highest level, and then walked quickly towards the depths of the corridor, throwing the closed door far behind him.
The light in front is getting dimmer, and it looks more ghostly under the flickering light of the flashlight. The heavy shadows are swaying on the dark green wallpaper, making the dark green butterfly above seem to be moving slowly.
Mo Yi roughly sketched the outline of the map drawn on the piece of paper in his mind, and then he speeded up his pace with ease, shuttling through the maze-like corridors.
The nearly identical corridors on the road almost give people a kind of visual fatigue, and the similar scenes everywhere make people unconsciously produce physiological paralysis.
Mo Yi lowered his head again to look at the crumpled paper in his hand, and then slowly stood still.
A little further forward should be the room marked on the simple map.
He stared at the crooked lines on the paper for a few seconds, carefully smoothed and folded the paper, and stuffed it into his pocket.
After doing all this, Mo Yi raised his head and took a deep breath, then walked towards the depths of the shadowed corridor ahead.
A door was quietly inlaid at the end of the corridor. The paint surface on the wooden door was mottled and peeled off, looking very old.
Unlike the rooms that Mo Yi passed by along the way, the door of this room was half-closed, and deep, lightless darkness seeped through the cracks of the door, as if something was peeping behind the door.
Mo Yi let out a breath slowly, then walked forward quickly.
He stretched out his hand to push the door open, but just when his cool fingers were about to touch the door panel, his movements stopped.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, changed the direction of his outstretched hand, and slowly caressed the side of the wooden door.
Following his movements, fine pieces of sawdust fell down and floated under the beam of the flashlight, looking like falling dust, and the rough touch came along his fingertips—
This door was broken by force... that is to say, it was knocked open.
And the traces on it are very brand new, which means that this should have happened not long ago...
An expected name slowly came to Mo Yi's mind:
Jiang Yuanrou.