There was a faint smell of blood in the narrow and deep corridor, and the deep shadows were trapped in it by the dirty and blood-stained walls.
Not far away is a whistling lamp tube, casting a faint and dim light downward.
The assumption just made is chilling—
Among the split personalities of such a serial killer, there must be an evil personality. Then he killed the bosses on the third floor and the second floor, and tried to open the door on the first floor, in order to fight for Edwin's body. of control.
Mo Yi raised his eyes, took a last deep look at the corpse hanging on the wall, then turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanrou who was standing aside, and said:
"Let's go, let's go look in that room, maybe we can find some clues."
Jiang Yuanrou's complexion was still pale, she took a deep breath, then nodded slowly:
"it is good."
With the current situation, even if their guess is true, it won't help. The only thing they can do is to find clues as much as possible and find a way to leave here.
Mo Yi glanced down at his watch: there is less than an hour left before the end of this dungeon.
And now they not only failed to find Jiang Yuanbai, they didn't even find any relevant clues.
However, if you miss this dungeon, it would be impossible to save Jiang Yuanbai.
This is the first time that Mo Yi hopes that the survival time required by the dungeon will be longer, so that they can stay in this dungeon for a longer period of time.
He lowered his wrist, exhaled slowly, then moved his fingers slightly to adjust the flashlight in his hand.
The straight beam of light shone into the darkness deep in the corridor, and the slightly flickering light illuminated the undulating shadows in the dark corridor ahead, outlining a vague outline.
The two walked towards the depths of the corridor one after the other.
Although the bosses on this level are no longer a threat to them, there are still more hidden and unknown dangers waiting for them. Had to be more cautious.
The atmosphere in the hallway is heavy and tense, and one can't help but tense for whatever may happen next.
They soon came to the blacked-out door.
Mo Yi turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yuanrou, exchanged a sure look, then pushed the door in with a little force with his fingertips.
The door of the room slid open slowly and silently into the darkness.
The door frame was open like a huge dark mouth, revealing the empty interior, as if waiting for something.
Mo Yi took a few steps inward, and shone into the room with the flashlight in his hand—
The area inside is not small, the cold iron beds are scattered in disorder in the room, the colorless curtains have been knocked down on the wet and dirty ground, half of the rusty railings are on the ground, flickering under the lights With cold light.
On one side of the room is the familiar iron bed, the bondage straps are scattered on the mottled leather, an old dusty instrument is placed on the table beside it, countless dense wires hang down, and electrodes of different colors are connected to the wires the end.
And the two iron beds on which the dead bodies were once bound were empty, not surprisingly.
Just like the corpse in the room on the first floor, it disappeared completely, not even the blood on the ground was left.
The light of the flashlight fell on one of the iron beds, and the bondage belts were scattered on the dirty leather bed, and the sharp ice picks lay quietly on the top of the iron bed, and the iron tip shone with a cold light under the light .
It was clean, without any trace of brain pulp or blood.
Mo Yi stared at the bed thoughtfully, then moved the flashlight in his hand to other corners of the room.
And the butterfly outlined with blood on the wall of the room is still bright and dazzling, its ugly and bloated body is tightly attached to the wall and ceiling, looking distorted and weird.
Jiang Yuanrou took a few steps forward, walked to the bed for electric shocks, and then stretched out his hand behind the old instrument—
Mo Yi turned his head to look, and saw that she picked up a dusty medical record folder from the corner of the table.
Jiang Yuanrou patted the dust on it, then turned on her flashlight, opened the medical record folder by the light, and looked into it. After a quick glance, she looked at Mo Yi with a serious expression, and said:
"Come and see this."
Mo Yi strode over and looked down at the open medical record folder in Jiang Yuanrou's hand.
The paper inside is very old, the rough surface presents a dull taupe, and the handwriting on it is also very blurred, which is hard to read under the dim light.
It seems to be a record of some treatment methods. The patient's name and information have been blurred, but the recorded treatment method can still be seen—
Electric shock, craniotomy, lobotomy...
As the pages turned, one cruel treatment after another that had disappeared in human history appeared before the two of them, recorded with cold data and simple descriptions, which made people shudder.
This medical record is obviously the record of experiments that have been conducted in this room.
The subtle sound of flipping pages resounded in the empty and silent room, scratching gently on the eardrums, which made people worry.
Soon it turned to the last page.
Compared with the other pages, this page looks clean, with only the subject's name printed on the top of the page.
The pale light of the flashlight illuminated the handwriting on it clearly and distinctly, it was exactly the same handwriting as in the previous few pages:
Edwin Carter.
Both Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanrou couldn't help being taken aback, they raised their heads and looked at each other—
The most likely guess emerged in their hearts at the same time... In order to find a cure for mental illness, Edwin also used himself as an experimental subject.
According to modern common sense, these almost ignorant treatments at that time could not cure mental patients at all, but would bring more serious consequences, whether it was physical or spiritual.
And Edwin himself has a tragic childhood experience, as well as the influence of a perverted murderous father and a family history of mental illness.
Such experiments not only failed to cure his mental condition, but aggravated his mental illness.
Perhaps this is why after Edwin returned to his father's old house, he gradually evolved from an extreme method of treating mental patients to pure massacre.
Mo Yi stared down at the flamboyant signature on the dark yellow paper, and subconsciously stroked the paper with his fingers.
Perhaps... It was also at this time that Edwin split out the most terrifying evil personality.
Jiang Yuanrou let out a long sigh, then closed the folder of the medical record with a little force with his fingers, and the paper flashed slightly under the light of the flashlight.
Mo Yi's gaze paused, and he suddenly caught the flashing handwriting under the light—
He reached out and pressed Jiang Yuanrou's palm, and said in a low voice, "Wait a minute."
Jiang Yuanrou was taken aback for a moment, then stopped what he was doing, looked at Mo Yi suspiciously, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mo Yi stretched out his hand to take the medical record folder in Jiang Yuanrou's hand with a solemn expression, and then re-opened to the last page. Next, he twirled the last empty paper with his fingers, and turned to the back—
The heart of the two jumped at the same time.
I saw an ugly butterfly appearing behind the paper, floating on the dim paper surface under the light, its bloated body ominously occupied the whole paper, the pattern on the huge wings formed the shape of eyes, lifeless looking back at everyone who looked at it.
Does it mean that the butterfly happened to appear after this page
If Edwin's experiments on himself lead to the birth of that villainous personality...
So, is this butterfly actually not related to Edwin's other personalities
Mo Yi was startled, as if he suddenly thought of something, he turned his head suddenly, looked at Jiang Yuanrou with burning eyes, and asked in a low voice:
"When you were on the second floor, after you were caught by that woman, you stayed in the same room with her until I went to rescue you, right?"
Jiang Yuanrou was taken aback by Mo Yi's question, but still nodded.
Mo Yi's breathing was a little short, he stared at Jiang Yuanrou and asked the next question: "During that time, were you still conscious?"
Before Jiang Yuanrou could answer, he continued to ask, "Do you still remember what she did to you during that time?"
Jiang Yuanrou frowned slowly, and said with some hesitation:
"I lost a lot of blood, and I was soaked in ice water. My memory is a bit unclear, but I seem to have the impression...she seems to be... talking to me? Or telling a story... or something..."
Mo Yi's throat moved slightly, his voice was hoarse, he calmed down for a few seconds, and then said:
"Before the 20th century, the treatment of mental illness was mainly divided into two schools, one of which was the surgical school, which hoped to use surgical therapy, such as craniotomy and electric shock, to treat patients, and the other was the tenderness therapy, which used The sick cared enough to wish them well."
Mo Yi paused, looked at Jiang Yuanrou and said:
"One of them is empathy, where the therapist tries to communicate with the mentally ill by chatting and talking."
Jiang Yuanrou blinked, and seemed a little unresponsive: "So...that woman actually wants...to treat me?"
Mo Yi nodded slowly, took a deep breath and continued:
"I'm afraid it is... Edwin on the third floor and the second floor are probably split by Edwin himself because of his obsession with curing mental illness patients. The third floor is surgical therapy, and the second floor is Warmth therapy. The negative layer is likely to be the master personality, so only he can communicate and communicate with us."
Jiang Yuanrou pondered for a while, then asked:
"So...the other two personalities locked him up for...protection?"
Mo Yi was silent for a few seconds, then replied, "It's possible."
His eyes fell on the end of the page with the butterfly, and there was a word written in the previous handwriting:
"stop"
The following line was changed to a crooked handwriting: "why?"
"just STOP"
The crooked handwriting reappeared: "they become beautiful only after they die."
“just like a butterfly.”
Mo Yi was startled, and suddenly said: "When the butterfly larva is in the cocoon, it will decompose itself to only a few residual cells and tissues. In fact... it is also a form of death."
[Life is death]
Likewise, [Death is Life]
Mo Yi turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanrou, pointed at the writing on the corner of the page with his finger, and said in a low voice:
"I know where the exit from this floor is."