The sudden horror seized Mo Yi's heart fiercely, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be instantly cold, making him feel as if he had fallen into an abyss, and his whole body became stiff.
The cold fingers subconsciously exerted more force, clutching his own mandible fiercely, suppressing the exclamation that was about to blurt deep in his throat, turning it into a low and indistinct gasp.
The footsteps behind the thin wall stopped suddenly.
A suffocating silence spread in the air.
Mo Yi suppressed the frequency of his breathing. In the eardrums, there was only the rumbling sound of blood gushing and the rapid beating of his heart. One sound, one sound, rapid and clear, throbbing in the chest cavity.
He closed his eyes in the dark, his long and straight eyelashes trembling slightly, like the dying wings of a butterfly.
The pair of blood-red pupils seemed to be branded on the retina, which looked ferocious and terrifying in the dark.
Mo Yi held the turned off flashlight in the palm hanging by his side, and his spare fingers had already pinched the glass bead that he had called out by reflexive consciousness just now.
The pale fingertips exerted a slight force, as if restraining their desire to pinch it down.
This prop can freeze a monster within three meters for five seconds. Although it cannot completely escape him, it can still deal with some critical situations.
Footsteps behind him sounded again.
It's closer this time.
— There is only a wall between Mo Yi and Mo Yi.
He could almost distinguish the sound of the soles rubbing against the rough ground, the dull sound of heavy heels hitting the ground, and the subtle, sharp, piercing metallic sound.
The cloth on the back was almost drenched in cold sweat, and was squeezed between the back and the wall. The cold and chilly touch penetrated into the body through the skin, and slowly spread into the gap in the spine.
Mo Yi's muscles were stiff and tense, and the cold feeling spread from his back to his limbs. It seemed that only the round glass ball between his fingers had some warmth.
The footsteps seemed to pause for a while, and then slowly, heavily, dragged away.
The sound of the soles of the feet rubbing against the ground and the piercing metallic sound slowly moved away into the distance, and gradually became smaller and weaker in Mo Yi's ears until it could no longer be heard.
Only then did Mo Yi put down his fingers that were tightly covering the lower half of his face. His palms were cold and wet with sweat. The dull pain caused by the stiff muscles on his fingers came like a tide, making his fingertips twitch slightly.
His expression remained unchanged, he just let out a long breath, and then slowly opened his eyes.
——Those blood-red eyes were still staring at him in the darkness, ferocious and terrifying.
Even though he was already mentally prepared, Mo Yi's heart still jumped violently when he saw this scene again.
He quickly calmed down, his brain was turning and analyzing like a sophisticated machine, and he quickly came up with the most likely hypothesis—
It's not threatening.
Mo Yi had always had confidence in his abilities, so he slowly relaxed all his muscles, changed the glass bead in his hand to the other free hand, and then moved a few steps in the opposite direction in the dark.
He moved his fingers a little, and turned on the lowest light of the flashlight.
A bloody corpse appeared under the light, his arms were suspended high, and the palm of his hand was nailed to the wall with thick nails. On the ferocious and pale face, the blood-red eyes widened unwillingly, staring blankly at the direction of the door, and the fear and despair of dying were solidified in the eyes, like dusty glass beads.
The most frightening thing was that almost only the skeleton remained on the body of the corpse, and the viscera in the belly flowed down along with the gravity, forming a greasy pool at the feet of the corpse. The blood-red skin and muscle tissue were precisely peeled off, Then nail it to the wall to form a complex pattern on the butterfly scales.
Mo Yi subconsciously thought of the huge and ugly butterfly that was cut out with his fingernails in the room where he woke up.
— Sure enough, it was dead.
He took a deep breath, and then put the glass beads in his hand into the smart backpack.
When he was in the dark just now, he remembered the astonishing pool of blood on the ground and the glaring drag marks on the ground, and when he hid in this room, the flashlight frantically illuminated the ground before it was turned off—
The bloodstains dragging on the ground happened to be dragged into this room.
So the "things" in this room... have a high probability of being completely dead, and they are not a threat to themselves.
Mo Yi looked at the horrific corpse in front of him with some complexity. Although his guess was verified to be correct, he was still greatly shocked when he faced such a miserable and terrifying corpse.
But perhaps because of the baptism of the previous three dungeons, Mo Yi hardly felt the urge to vomit in his stomach at this moment.
He frowned and took a few steps back, the thick bloody smell that was almost solidified almost made his sense of smell go numb, and fiercely invaded his senses and nerves.
While refracting, Mo Yi seemed to have thought of something, and slightly pressed down the flashlight in his hand, as if there was a real beam of light projected at the foot of the bloody corpse.
Next to the pile of greasy internal organs, there was a small pile of coats, stained with blood and dust, but the logo on it was still clearly visible—it was a well-known sports brand.
Mo Yi frowned, walked closer, reached out to pick up the ball of clothes, and then shook it away vigorously.
A strong stench of blood came over the face, the dust fluttered up, and the crumpled clothes unfolded.
Yes, it is indeed a very modern sweatshirt.
The expression in Mo Yi's eyes instantly sank, and a pair of dark eyes flashed with thoughtful light.
He re-projected the beam of light in his hand onto the corpse, and saw that the person was wearing the pants that matched the sportswear in his hand, and it was also stained with blood so that it was almost invisible. In the corner of the room, lay a tattered backpack.
The nylon fabric reflected a 80% new luster under the light, and there was a big gap on it, as if it was torn apart by some sharp weapon. Not far away.
A terrible conjecture hit his heart, making Mo Yi shudder.
The blood splattered in the room where he woke up and outside the corridor were all old brown, but the blood near the elevator and dragged into this ward was indeed semi-frozen bright red.
The modern dress on the body, and the familiar items in the backpack—
This dead person was probably a player just like him.
A chill rose from Mo Yi's back.
What he entered this time is probably not a brand new copy, but more like a semi-finished product that has not been cleared.
In the past, the dungeon would be judged to start after the players met, but this time the game was announced when he was alone—
Perhaps it was because the previous wave of players had already joined up, and it was very likely... something unexpected had happened.
A more serious problem slowly surfaced.
What about Jiang Yuanrou
They must be in the same dungeon this time, and this game will not pit them at this point, but the two of them should have been passed into two different places in the dungeon, and they should not be on the same floor.
Mo Yi tightened his fingers holding the flashlight slightly, and subconsciously looked at the thick darkness outside the door of the ward.
It seemed that he now needed to find the key card to open the elevator as soon as possible.
He cast his eyes on the corpse nailed to the wall—it is also good to have players who have already explored it, after all, it can save him a lot of benefits of searching for clues.
Mo Yi thought bitterly, and then rummaged through the pockets of the jacket he was carrying, but there was nothing useful except for some odds and ends.
He threw the sportswear in his hand back to his feet, and then walked towards the player's broken backpack.
Inside are some familiar props that need to be brought into the dungeon. Almost every player with some experience will carry it. Mo Yi brings enough, and there is no need to increase his own load.
He flipped through the contents, and as he moved, a fully packaged mint candy rolled out of the backpack, stained with dust and blood on the ground.
Mo Yi stared at it for a moment, and subconsciously thought of the mist that was obsessed with feeding him candies, and frowned.
He pursed his lips, turned his eyes away from the candy, then stood up from the ground, and patted the dust off his body.
There is almost nothing valuable in the player's backpack, and, perhaps to prevent players from killing each other, after the player dies, the props they carry will be automatically recycled by the game and cannot be picked up by players in the same copy .
Mo Yi found nothing.
At this moment, he seemed to think of something, and then cast his gaze on the miserable corpse.
He hesitated for a moment, and then took a few steps forward—the wet and slippery ground under his feet felt sticky to the touch, and the thicker, foul smell of blood penetrated into his nostrils unstoppably, and the exposed bones and internal organs of the corpse magnified in his eyes.
Mo Yi held his breath and groped for the pocket of the corpse's trousers with his fingers.
Through the thin cloth, he could almost touch the cold, stiff, lifeless skin of the corpse.
There was a rustling sound in the darkness, Mo Yi's eyes lit up, he took out the rattling thing from his pocket with his fingertips, and then illuminated it with the flashlight in his hand.
It was an old and yellowed paper, folded randomly into four folds, with dark brown bloodstains and handprints remaining on it, perhaps due to being in the pocket for a long time, it looked slightly shrunken.
Mo Yi unfolded it carefully to prevent the loud sound of paper rubbing in the dead darkness.
Under the light, everything on the paper is clearly visible—this is the map of this floor.
Mo Yi's heart relaxed slightly, and his gaze stayed on one end of the map for a moment:
The elevator is marked there, and the ward next to the elevator is where he is now.
Immediately afterwards, another sign on the map attracted Mo Yi's full attention.
A room at the other end of the corridor marked the staff room, and next to the staff room was a room that was painted black. The dark color completely covered the room, and it was impossible to make out the sign above.
Mo Yi wiped it lightly with his finger—the sticky feeling stuck to his fingertips, and the flashlight illuminated the blackened place.
It's blood.
Someone painted that house black with blood.