Jiang Yuanrou was taken aback: "What?"
Mo Yi turned his head to look at her, his dark eyes slightly narrowed, and they shimmered like amber under the light of the flashlight:
"The most symbolic symbol in this dungeon is the butterfly, which will appear on the wall after the player leaves the illusion, such as the butterfly in the room on the second floor, and this one."
He pointed to the wall beside him.
Jiang Yuanrou looked at his fingertips, his eyes fell on the ugly blood-stained butterfly lying quietly on the wall, and nodded slightly: "Yes."
Mo Yi looked down at the butterfly painted on the back of the medical record folder, and said in a deep voice:
"All the butterflies appeared due to the end of the illusion, and they were all painted in blood, with one exception—"
He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Yuanrou, tapped the handwriting below the medical record with his pale fingertips, and said in a deep voice:
"And, there, I saw the same words."
Jiang Yuanrou was slightly startled, and subconsciously took the thin, dusty medical record from Mo Yi's hand.
Mo Yisong let go of his hand, then stretched out his hand and opened the door of this room, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."
The two walked out of the room one after the other, the only light in the corridor flickered on and off not far away, illuminating the gloomy walls and the dirty floor with flickering shadows.
On the floor was the half-frozen pool of blood shed by the man who was nailed to the wall, and the thick smell of dust and blood spread in the cramped space.
Mo Yi hurriedly stepped over the scattered papers and broken furniture on the ground, and strode forward.
Then he stopped under the pale and cold lamp, which made a soft hissing sound overhead, illuminating this section of the corridor—and the half-open door of the dark room on the side of the corridor.
Mo Yi stood still in front of that door, and shone inside the door with the flashlight in his hand.
The room was as dark and cold as usual, and the beam of light from the flashlight moved slowly in the room, illuminating the scenes inside one by one.
The iron bed on which he woke up was lying crookedly in the depths of the ward, with the restraint belt broken by Mo Yi on it, silently imprinting deep shadows on the cold leather.
In front of the iron bed was the dirty sign, with vague writing hidden in the darkness.
Mo Yi walked into the room, Jiang Yuanrou frowned and followed.
He stopped in front of the iron bed, and the lamp post of the flashlight in his hand fell on the wall opposite the iron bed—
Jiang Yuanrou's gaze followed the direction of the beam of light in his hand. When she saw the pattern on the wall, she was slightly taken aback, then frowned, her gaze firmly glued to the wall.
Under the pale light, the wall was covered with dark brown bloodstains, the dazzling semi-dried bloodstains cast deep shadows, and countless messy graffiti formed a huge butterfly, lying quietly on the ground. On the wall, staring at her with wooden patterns like eyes on wings.
Jiang Yuanrou stared at it closely, and then slowly took a step forward, only then did he discover the difference between this butterfly and the others.
While the other butterflies were painted on the walls with blood, this butterfly... seemed to have been snapped on the wall with fingernails.
In the uneven undulating lines are half-frozen blood and flesh and blood residues, as well as remnants of nails deeply embedded in the wall, just looking at it makes one's scalp tingle.
Jiang Yuanrou's eyes fell on the words made with blood in the corner of the wall:
"STOP"
She subconsciously turned her head to look at Mo Yi, and was about to ask something, but saw him move suddenly without warning.
Jiang Yuanrou's unspoken words couldn't help but stuck in her throat, she just watched Mo Yi fumbled for something in the room in a daze, it took her a while to find her own voice, lowered her voice and asked:
"… What are you looking for?"
Mo Yi took the time to turn his head to look at Jiang Yuanrou, then quickly turned his gaze, lowered his head and continued to flip through things:
"A tool for suicide."
Jiang Yuanrou was taken aback: "... what?"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a creaking sound of the iron bed being dragged from the narrow room, and the metal bed feet sparked sparks on the rough concrete floor.
Mo Yi realized the ambiguity in his words, stopped pulling the iron bed, straightened up and looked at Jiang Yuanrou:
"...not suicide."
He paused, organized his words, and then continued:
"The process of breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly is a death for the larvae of the butterfly, and this should also be pursued by Edwin's evil personality. He believes that human existence itself is an ugly caterpillar, and only death will bring new life. Vitality, like a butterfly."
Jiang Yuanrou narrowed his eyes slowly, and murmured in a low voice:
"Death is life...?"
Mo Yi nodded hastily, and continued in a trance, "According to Edwin's obsession with butterflies, the key to leaving his spiritual world should be in this room."
Jiang Yuanrou took over the conversation: "So, we found the door, but we need not find the key. Is that what you mean?"
Mo Yi nodded, then continued:
"According to the previous hints of this dungeon, we are now trapped in Edwin's spiritual world. In fact, we are like larvae trapped in a cocoon. To get out of this cocoon, we must "die" once."
Mo Yi frowned in distress, paused, and then said in a deep voice:
"However, an ordinary death will not only not allow us to leave, but will actually kill us... That's why I said, we need to find a tool to commit suicide."
Jiang Yuanrou nodded in understanding, then rolled up his sleeves and walked forward, showing a slight smile at Mo Yi:
"I understand, so, you'd better let me do this, or you may spend forever if you move a bed."
Mo Yi: "..."
He took a few steps back in a sensible way, made way for Jiang Yuanrou, and then stood behind her and watched her easily drag the iron bed out of its original place—
At this moment, Mo Yi's back leaned against the cold wall, and he was slightly shocked by the uneven wall, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the ugly and twisted butterfly on the wall behind him.
His eyes narrowed slightly, staring intently at the wall, as if he was thinking deeply about something...
He didn't even hear Jiang Yuanrou calling him from behind.
Mo Yi stretched out his fingers slowly, plunged his fingertips into the depression on the wall, and then slowly slid and stroked along the direction of the undulating and extending lines.
When his fingertips touched the eye-like pattern on one of the wings, a tingling pain hit him.
Mo Yi couldn't help hissing slightly, and then picked up his fingers from the wall as if he had been scalded.
A drop of bright red blood oozed from his wound and slowly slid down his pale fingertips.
Mo Yi looked at the wall and saw a few drops of blood left on the place he touched just now. Before he could do anything, he saw a red light flashing on the place stained with blood. The blood was instantly absorbed by the wall.
His eyes lit up.
It seems that those dungeons of the membership test seem to have something in common with each other!
Jiang Yuanrou's eyes were also attracted by the blood-stained places on the wall, and she couldn't help being surprised, she stepped forward:
"Blood… ?"
There were two lights shining deep in Mo Yi's eyes, he nodded: "It should be."
After finishing speaking, he re-attached his finger to the place just now, and the pain came instantly. Mo Yi frowned slightly, feeling his blood being sucked out of his body quickly by something.
Jiang Yuanrou was about to do the same thing, but Mo Yi stopped her:
"You wait first."
Jiang Yuanrou was taken aback: "Why?"
Mo Yi answered irrelevantly and said, "Do you know where we will go after we leave Edwin's spiritual world?"
Jiang Yuanrou frowned, but did not answer.
Mo Yi looked straight into her eyes and continued:
"You can think of it this way. This dungeon has two layers, the outer and inner layers. After going out from here, it is by no means the end, but will enter the outer layer of the dungeon. Once there, it will be your home field."
Jiang Yuanrou stared at Mo Yi, brows still frowning: "Why are you so sure?"
Mo Yi's complexion became even paler, and his pale lips pursed slightly:
"Just... a tip from a friend."
The candy in the trouser pocket felt slightly hard.
If this dungeon is closed underground, it is impossible for Wen Chen to come in.
And this candy appeared, and its appearance itself was a reminder that they were not really underground in a certain building, but more like an existence in a parallel space.
Then after leaving here, he should come to the outer world of this copy—this means that Edwin himself is face to face.
Mo Yi looked at Jiang Yuanrou seriously, and said:
"I'll be counting on you after I get out."
This dungeon is designed for the membership test for Jiang Yuanrou's existence. Only by letting Jiang Yuanrou preserve her strength now and leaving Edwin's spiritual world can she unleash her fullest potential.
Jiang Yuanrou nodded solemnly.
However, the existence of this butterfly cannot be fed by one person's blood, so when Mo Yi couldn't hold it anymore, Jiang Yuanrou also put his palm on the wall.
The speed at which the butterfly turned red instantly doubled.
Mo Yi's eyes were slightly blurred, and the cold feeling spread from his fingertips to his whole body. He could hardly feel his fingers anymore. He could only feel the cold and heavy drowsiness pulling him down, numb The senses no longer feel pain, or anything else.
Only cold.
I don't know how long it has passed, maybe a minute, or maybe a century.
There was a light click in Mo Yi's ear, as if the sound of an eggshell being broken, came into his mind through the fog that covered his senses.
The only support in front of him seemed to disappear suddenly.
Mo Yi lost his balance in an instant, staggered and fell forward, he closed his eyes, waiting for the contact with the cold ground.
In the next second, he seemed to be caught by something.
Mo Yi's chest was pressed against the opponent's chest, and his strong arms circled around his body, hugging him tightly.
He buried his face in the other's neck, and the familiar smell surrounded him in an instant, invading his senses densely—
It was like the fog in the pine forest after the rain.