The beam of light from the flashlight shook slightly as the elevator bumped down, printing irregular light spots on the ground.
Jiang Yuanrou leaned forward, looked at his fingers following the light in Mo Yi's hand, and asked with some doubts:
"What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
Mo Yi stretched out his palms for Jiang Yuanrou to see, and saw his fingertips covered with a thin layer of silver-white powder, which felt greasy and weird to the touch, and shone slightly under the light.
He said, "The powder is stuck on the rolled iron sheet. I think it looks like scale powder."
Jiang Yuanrou froze for a moment, then took a closer look at the scale-like powder on his fingertips, and asked:
"You mean... like the ones on the wings of butterflies and moths?"
Mo Yi nodded, his complexion looked a little serious in the backlight, he patted off the scales on his fingers, and then stood up.
His eyes were still locked on the irregular hole at the bottom of the elevator thoughtfully. The sharp edge shone slightly fluorescent under the light of the flashlight, which was the trace left by scale powder.
From the beginning of this dungeon, "Butterfly" has been entangled like a ghost.
Whether it's the blood-drawn butterfly that appeared after the illusion, or the scale powder on the butterfly's wings that appeared at the elevator breach, the entire dungeon seems to be entangled with this little insect from beginning to end.
Mo Yi had an inexplicable premonition in his heart—they were about to touch the core of the entire dungeon.
The elevator, which was closed like an iron box, trembled twice suddenly, and then stopped slowly. Mo Yi looked up at the screen with a faint glow, and the number on it flashed an ominous bloody light: -3.
This is where it all started.
Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, fixed his eyes on the two tightly closed metal doors, watched them open a gap, and then slowly parted to the two sides.
A faint smell of blood slowly came in from the open metal door, mixed with the smell of stale and rotten dust, coming from the depths of the darkness, the cold and gloomy air in the corridor diffused in the closed and warm elevator room , making people clearly feel the drop in temperature.
The cold air invaded the skin through the thin shirt, making Mo Yi shiver slightly, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his skin.
Jiang Yuanrou exchanged a look with him, then walked out of the elevator back and forth, and walked towards the depths of the corridor.
COSCO here is not as empty as the previous two corridors, but is filled with countless sundries, presenting a messy and strange appearance.
Under the light of the flashlight, the dark corridor showed countless fuzzy undulating shadows, piled up in the middle of the corridor, blocking the two people's way forward layer by layer.
Everything seems to be the same as before leaving.
Yellowed pieces of paper and documents were scattered on the dirty floor, dilapidated desks and chairs with missing arms and legs were lying in a mess in the corridor, graffiti of unknown meaning appeared on the walls illuminated by the flickering flashlight, deep Brown blood dried on the mottled walls, outlining countless crazy scribbles.
The corridor was filled with an indescribable strange smell, which seemed to be a mixture of hospital disinfectant and strong bloody smell, standing lifelessly in the entire dark corridor, coldly invading people's respiratory tract.
The elevator door closed slowly behind the two, making a slight creaking sound of metal friction.
Mo Yi was more familiar with this level, and Jiang Yuanrou basically knew nothing about the third floor because he woke up directly on the second floor.
He pursed his lips slightly, and shook the flashlight in his hand into the room beside him.
The flickering lights illuminated the scene in the room next to the elevator. The corpses and messy items inside were hidden in the deep shadows, showing some clues in the flashing lights.
It's no different than when you left.
Mo Yi turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanrou who was standing beside him, and asked in a low voice:
"Where do we go next?"
This layer should be the deepest layer. According to the prompt in this dungeon, then this layer should also be the surface layer of Edwin's consciousness. However, even so, they still did not leave Edwin's spiritual world .
But in Mo Yi's impression, this time, there was no other elevator for them to take.
So how do they leave next
Jiang Yuanrou turned her head to look at Mo Yi, her face was blurry in the pale peripheral light of the flashlight, she smiled wryly:
"In fact, I do not know."
She took a deep breath and said slowly, "The exit should be on this floor, but... I really don't know where it is or what it looks like."
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and nodded to show that he understood. He took out the map he found on this floor from his backpack, unfolded it under the light of the flashlight, and said:
"This is the map I found on this floor before, maybe we can find some clues."
Jiang Yuanrou nodded, and leaned closer to look at the piece of paper in his hand.
According to the description of this floor on this map, the negative third floor is actually much smaller than the other two floors. It is a straight corridor with an elevator at one end and a staff room at the other end. On both sides are several narrow wards.
Jiang Yuanrou pointed at the blackened room with his finger, and asked in a low voice with some doubts:
"Do you know what is here?"
Mo Yi nodded and replied:
"Well, this is the place where mental patients conduct healing experiments, and it was here that I entered the illusion for the first time."
Jiang Yuanrou whispered thoughtfully: "It sounds like a very important place."
Mo Yi nodded in agreement, refolded the map and put it in his pocket, then said: "Let's go and have a look, maybe we can find some new clues."
After the two finished speaking, they walked towards the depths of the corridor one after the other.
They carefully bypassed the sundries on the ground blocking their eyes, and walked through the middle, preventing their actions from inadvertently touching something and making unplanned sounds.
The only lit light tube above the corridor illuminates a small area ahead—
It also illuminated the half-dried dark red blood on the ground.
The strong smell of blood floated into the nostrils, and the icy air infiltrated into the lungs, bringing a feeling of cold to tingling.
Mo Yi was slightly taken aback, then turned his head and exchanged the same puzzled and uneasy look with Jiang Yuanrou.
This scene... seems familiar.
Mo Yi pursed his lips subconsciously, the pale lip line stretched into a straight arc, he took a deep breath, subconsciously quickened his pace, and walked towards the darkness deep in the corridor—
The light of the flashlight shone into the darkness ahead as he walked.
A dead body was nailed high on the wall. It looked like a nailed insect specimen, lifeless and tightly stuck to the dirty wall. On the wall, dark red blood snaked across and left At the foot of the corpse is a pool of half-dried blood.
It was a man, his neck hung limply as if broken, and his pale face was covered by shadows.
Mo Yi moved his steps to the side, changing an angle where he could see the man's face—
I saw a huge and weird smile on his face, his twisted lips were grinned to the ears, his eyes were two blood-red slits, staring at a point in the void absently.
Having had a similar experience before, Mo Yi was not as shocked as last time.
His brows were slowly drawn together, a pair of dark eyes slid down the horrific corpse, his eyes seemed to pass by the man in front of him inch by inch, and then finally stopped on the ground.
Jiang Yuanrou glanced at the corpse, then turned to look at Mo Yi:
"Is this... the boss of this floor?"
Mo Yi nodded, his pale lips were pursed even tighter, and the expression on his face became a little gloomy.
Jiang Yuanrou took a shallow breath, and then said:
"Could it be that the person who killed them was the Edwin who was released on the negative floor? Was he... so terrifying?"
Mo Yi suddenly took a few steps forward, then squatted down without warning, reaching out to touch the blood on the ground.
He raised his head to look at Jiang Yuanrou, his face was pale and dignified, and he shook his head slowly:
"I don't think it's him."
Jiang Yuanrou was taken aback.
Mo Yi lowered his head and rubbed his fingertips slowly. The dark red blood between his fingers was smeared by his movements. The sticky touch was transmitted to the brain along the nerve endings. He paused, and then said:
"The blood of the corpses on the negative second floor can still flow, but the blood on this floor has dried up."
Jiang Yuanrou froze for a moment, her eyes flickered, and she took over the conversation in a low voice: "So... the boss on the third floor was killed first, and the woman on the second floor was killed after he died...? "
Mo Yi nodded grimly, stood up with his palms on his knees, turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanrou: "On this floor, I seem to have encountered two bosses, but since I'm not sure who pushed me, Is it a hallucination, so I didn't mention it."
Mo Yi paused, and continued in a slightly hoarse voice:
"... Now it seems that it is very likely that he is not my hallucination, but a real existence."
Jiang Yuanrou raised his head abruptly, staring closely at Mo Yi with bright light brown eyes, and said in disbelief:
"He's been following you...?"
Mo Yi nodded with some difficulty, looked at the hanging corpse complicatedly, and said:
"And I suspect that the one who made you fall into the illusion on the negative floor was not the locked Edwin, but the boss who followed me down. He tricked you into opening the branch line, not to let Edwin out..."
Jiang Yuanrou's face turned pale, his eyes were solemn and cold, and he took over Mo Yi's unfinished voice:
"—but to let myself in."