Mo Yi roughly scanned the entire map, and found that there was no special mark on it, and there was only a sketch of this floor on it.
So... where the elevator leads to and how many floors this mental hospital has are still unknown.
He stared at the darkness in front of him, let out a breath slowly, and his mind slowly settled into a clear and peaceful one.
Now we can only take one step at a time.
Mo Yi folded the map and put it in his pocket, and finally took a detailed photo of the entire ward with a flashlight.
The moving beam of light slowly passed over the mutilated corpse nailed to the wall and his wide-opened blood-red eyes, the damaged backpack falling on the ground, and the wheelchair and bandages lying messily on the ground.
The thick smell of blood filled the entire ward heavily, and everything was covered with dust, showing vague outlines in the darkness.
After making sure that he didn't have any other clues, Mo Yi raised his legs and walked out. The door of the ward was half open, revealing the dark corridor outside.
The semi-solidified blood on the ground was sticky and slippery, and one could not help but feel disgusted when one stepped on it. The salty smell of rust fermented in the darkness into a disturbing smell of fear.
Mo Yi carefully supported the door frame with his palm, then leaned forward slightly, peeking into the corridor outside the door.
The faint light in the depths of the corridor flickered, illuminating the small section of the dark corridor, and the dark shadows were moving in the depths where the light could not reach, as if there were disturbing particles secretly floating in the air.
The half-bright lights gave the whole corridor a sense of horror.
In Mo Yi's ears, he could almost hear the whistling sound of the light tube not far away, like a dying moan resounding in the dead silence.
— other than that there was no movement.
There is no heavy and dragging footsteps, nor the harsh and sharp metallic sound, only a dead silence like a graveyard.
Mo Yi let out a long breath, he didn't know whether he was nervous or lost, he let go of the palm holding the door frame, and then walked out of the room carefully.
His muscles were tense, his breathing subconsciously relaxed, and his movements were as light as a cat with its back arched.
Going around the fallen tables and chairs and the rusty wheelchair on the ground, Mo Yi slowly walked towards the other end of the corridor - where the staff room on the map is located.
There's a good chance the employee card that unlocks the elevator is inside.
Although Mo Yi was quite interested in the house blackened with blood on the map, at least he had to find a way out for himself now before making any plans.
After all, he is not the only one on this level.
So Mo Yi secretly made up his mind not to act rashly until he found the elevator card.
He supported the half-overturned table with his palms, turned his body slightly and deftly passed between the sundries, without making the slightest sound during his actions.
Every time before passing by an open ward, Mo Yi would stop and wait for it to turn over, listening and peeking at the movement in it, making sure it was empty before continuing to move forward.
It was extremely difficult for him to walk the short distance of tens of meters.
Mo Yi finally walked to the door of the ward where he woke up, and the flickering light above his head was projected down, illuminating the corridor in this section.
Mo Yi's tall and slender figure became more invisible under the light.
He couldn't help feeling uneasy, and subconsciously quickened his pace, away from the only area illuminated by light.
And just as he was about to pass by the ward beside him, Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and took a look inside—
The light from the flashlight in his hand illuminated the deep scratches in the wall.
The ugly butterfly lying on the wall opened its twisted wings, the huge spots on it flashed a cold color under the pale light, and there was blood flowing down slowly on it, staring at Mo Mo like real eyes. Yi.
Empty, godless, decayed, reeking of death.
But in the places where the candles are not illuminated, it is like a deep and rich ink smudge, and it spreads out of the room.
Mo Yi frowned—when he left just now, all the bloodstains on the wall were dry and solidified, so how did the fresh bloodstains appear on it now? Does it have anything to do with the footsteps just now
His heart was full of chaos, fragments of clues that could not be connected, like scattered beads, waiting for a rope that could thread them together.
Mo Yi suppressed the uneasiness hidden in his heart and continued to walk forward.
At this moment, he had already left the dim light source behind him, and slowly stepped into the darkness that he had never entered before.
Mo Yi walked more carefully.
His breathing was extremely light, only the sound of his heart beating violently in his chest, and the sound of blood flow was amplified into a loud rumbling sound in his ears, and he could almost hear the twitching of his own nerve processes.
The footsteps just now were going in the direction in front of you—this means that the deeper you go, the higher the chance of hitting you head-on.
At this moment, Mo Yi had summoned the prop into his palm again, his fingers were curled up stiffly, and his muscles were tensed to prevent any accidents from happening.
He completely turned off the flashlight in his hand.
The dim light of the flashlight was too conspicuous in such a dark environment, and Mo Yi couldn't take that risk.
His eyes had already adapted to the dense darkness in front of him. Although he still couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly, he could already make out the faint outlines in the darkness.
While Mo Yi outlined the path on the map in his mind, he groped forward more carefully and slowly.
There are not too many obstacles in the corridor ahead. There is an empty corridor in the middle of the cold and mottled walls. In the darkness, there are no sundries on the blurry ground, and walking is unexpectedly smooth.
The smell of blood in the air became stronger again, and the sticky rust smell slowly wrapped and tightened Mo Yi's senses like the cold and soft body of a snake, making him feel suffocated.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand to support the cold wall beside him, his slightly sweaty palm pressed against the cold wall, and the cold prickled his skin like needles.
Further forward is the place blackened with blood-and then a little further forward is the staff room.
Mo Yi's heart beat like a drum.
He took a deep breath calmly, and glanced at the room—the door was ajar, revealing only a narrow gap, and there was a deeper darkness in the gap, and it was completely impossible to see what was inside.
Mo Yi arched his body slightly, his back tensed into a flexible arc, ready to cross that room in one go, and then rush to the staff room.
But at this moment—the heavy and dragging footsteps sounded again in the darkness ahead.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously pushed open the door beside him, ducked in and closed the half-closed door again.
After completing a series of movements, he froze his figure belatedly—
Where I am now...
It was the ominous room blacked out on the map.