Mo Yi turned on the flashlight and tapped it on the palm of his hand. The straight beam of the flashlight penetrated the darkness without any lingering, and swayed on the opposite wall.
No damage, the battery is fine.
Mo Yi absently turned off the switch of the flashlight, held it in his palm, took a deep breath slowly, and then walked out without hesitation.
The appearance of the little girl last night, he felt, should not be a coincidence.
— She was looking for a rabbit.
After getting out of the dangerous situation, Mo Yi instantly thought of the broken rabbit doll that he accidentally stepped on in the toy room.
Regardless of whether the two are related or not, you can only know if you have seen it.
Mo Yi closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes concealing the complex emotions in his eyes.
He slowly stopped and stopped in front of the familiar door for a long time.
The door of that door was much lower than the other doors, and the poorly made door frame was crooked and rough. On the side of the door, there were a few small words "toy room" written in crooked crayons.
However, what is different from last time is that there are countless small bloody handprints densely printed on the door this time, one on top of the other, almost completely covering half of the door, and the large scarlet scarlet almost stings the human body. eyeball.
shocking.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, and subconsciously squeezed the flashlight in his hand. The coolness brought by the cold metal casing penetrated through the palm of his hand and penetrated into the bones, calming him down a little.
The experience in the toy room last time was definitely not pleasant. Although it didn't do any real harm to him, the oppressive feeling that was almost solidified could not be forgotten in a short while.
In addition, now that the side missions are open, the difficulty has increased sharply—no one can guarantee what will happen after entering.
Mo Yi put his palm on the doorknob and just twisted it lightly.
The door slipped silently and smoothly into the darkness.
Just like last time, he was silently and silently invited to enter, waiting for the innocent to break in.
Mo Yi felt that his throat was a little dry, he swallowed his saliva shallowly, his throat was burning with pain.
At this moment, a slight sound came from the toy room.
"click".
The lights turned on automatically.
Pale and dim light flooded the room, revealing the interior in its entirety.
The toy room is not big, and even looks quite ordinary compared to other rooms.
The low, crooked walls were covered with strangely colored wallpapers, and the broken edges of the wallpapers peeled off, revealing the walls with indistinguishable colors. The room was empty, with dirty carpets on the ground.
Scattered toys and dolls littered the carpet.
A small crooked little house of blocks was arranged, and it looked rather ridiculous with its clumsy handwriting. Some small dolls lay dusty beside it, and some were piled up in a small pile against the corner.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat.
He remembered that when he came to the toy room last time, he seemed to kick the pile of blocks apart.
He calmed down and looked around the entire toy room, especially staying on that wall for a long time—the six portraits he saw when he came last time have disappeared, leaving only a bare piece of wallpaper, which looks empty of.
And, more importantly, the rabbit was gone too.
Mo Yi felt relieved, this at least showed that the rabbit that the little girl was looking for was indeed the one he had guessed.
He stepped into the house, and just after a few steps, he felt a gust of cool wind blowing behind him, and then there was a loud "bang"—
Mo Yi quickly turned around.
The door behind him was slammed shut.
His heart shrank, he walked quickly to the door, reached out and grabbed the doorknob and shook it vigorously.
The door was like cast copper and iron, and Mo Yi pulled it with all his strength and remained motionless, as if it was tightly glued to the door frame.
Mo Yi was panting low, holding the door panel with some loss of strength, but his lowered eyes happened to glance at the corner behind the door, and he couldn't help but froze.
It was a gray rabbit.
It was sitting upright against the wall behind the door, dirty cotton stuffing was exposed from its broken belly, hanging on the ground in strands, and it was staring closely at Mo with a pair of dusty black eyes. Yi.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, followed his breathing, then squatted down, reached out and picked up the rabbit.
The moment he straightened up, he heard a familiar "click".
Lights went out.
The room was instantly dark.
A cold air rose from Mo Yi's back, and he climbed up his tailbone. Goosebumps appeared on his skin exposed to the cold air.
The room was eerily quiet, Mo Yi could only hear his own unsteady breathing and the rapid beating of his heart.
Through the crack in the door, the subtle light in the corridor came in.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but with his hazy eyesight in the dark, Mo Yi seemed to see—
He is not alone in this room.
Mo Yi held his breath, exerted some force with his stiff fingertips, and turned on the flashlight.
The cold white beam of light pierced through the darkness, penetrated the darkness, and shone on the opposite wall.
The room was empty, as if mocking Mo Yi's overly rich imagination, but the next second, the flashlight in his hand suddenly started to flicker.
The dizzy light struggled and flickered on the opposite wall, and every time it dimmed, it seemed that there was an extra shadow on the wall.
Finally, after two soft beeps of "Zi Zi", the flashlight could not emit any light at all.
The room was plunged into extreme silence and darkness.
Mo Yi stood stiffly in the darkness, his unsteady breathing revealed his uneasy mood.
At this moment, a weak force grabbed the rabbit in Mo Yi's hand and gently pulled it out.
Mo Yi was taken aback, and slightly relaxed his stiff palms.
The rabbit was ripped out of his hand, and slipped quietly into the boundless darkness.
"Thank you." A thin child's voice sounded in the darkness. "Thank you for helping me find my rabbit, sir."
Mo Yi's heart relaxed slightly, but before he could say anything, the child's voice sounded again:
"But...they want to play with you, and I can't stop them."
Mo Yi's back turned cold, and the feeling of horror instantly occupied his mind. He asked in hoarse English, "Who are they?"
"Sir, don't blame them, they are just too lonely." The delicate child's voice did not answer, but continued on its own:
"—so longing for someone to join them."
Before Mo Yi could do anything, he felt his trousers being grabbed by something heavy, and then more and more heavy objects piled up, pulling him down hard.
Mo Yi ran to the door with all his strength and shook the door, but it didn't work. The door was still tightly welded to the door frame and didn't move at all.
The girl's voice sounded again: "If you can leave, I will thank you—if not, just keep playing with us."
The giggles of children echoed in the room, creepy.
At the same time, the overhead lights began to flicker desperately, illuminating the entire room from time to time.
It was only then that Mo Yi saw that countless broken dolls, large and small, poured out from nowhere, flooding towards him like surging waves, filling the entire room at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The next second, when the lights dimmed and came back on again, those big and small dolls turned into pale, blood-stained hands, stretching out towards him, grabbing Mo Yi's hands and feet, and dragging him down. go.
As the lights flickered on and off, the things in the room changed between dolls and palms, but they all increased in the same way, almost drowning Mo Yi.
Mo Yi struggled, and his breathing was a little difficult.
The door remained motionless.
The pale little bracelet wrapped around his neck and touched his cheek.
The cold touch made Mo Yi shiver, but unexpectedly calmed down.
think! think!
Mo Yi quickly searched the whole room with his eyes—finally, his eyes lit up!
A familiar brown teddy bear lay in the center of countless dolls, with two intact gray eyes watching him quietly.
Mo Yi struggled to pounce on the bear.
The lights dim for an instant, then come back on—
The teddy bear had turned into a small blood-stained hand, and the blood on that hand was so thick that it was almost stained pure blood red.
You can only give it a try!
Mo Yi gritted his teeth, struggled to reach out his hand, and held it tightly.
A strong force came instantly, almost like an iron hoop, pulling Mo Yi over.
Mo Yi was dizzy for a while, and he slammed the whole body hard with all his strength. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was lying on the corridor.
There was a dusty, dirty old carpet under his body, and a decaying dusty smell filled his nostrils.
Mo Yi turned over in a daze.
The dim wall lamp added a gloomy and eerie atmosphere to the long and narrow corridor, and the cold temperature penetrated into the texture——Mo Yi realized that he was already drenched in sweat.
The wet shirt sticking to the body is extremely uncomfortable.
Mo Yi didn't care about it, but lay flat on the ground and let out a long breath.
He didn't feel it just now, but now he found that his whole body was in severe pain. He lifted up his sleeves and looked, only to find that his forearms and wrists were densely covered with small blue and purple handprints, which he hadn't seen for a long time. On Tianri's pale skin, it was swollen like a relief, which looked quite shocking.
Mo Yi put down his sleeves, heaved a sigh of relief like the rest of his life, and then got up from the ground.
He lowered his head and patted the dust off his body.
At this moment, Mo Yi saw a piece of yellowed paper rolled up where he had just been lying down.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, and a trembling excitement flowed through his body like an electric shock. He couldn't help but recall that girl's thin voice in the dark toy room:
"I will thank you if you can leave."