Mo Yi's fingers pressed against the cold door, and his white knuckles were stiff and curled up due to the force, shining faintly in the dark.
His breathing was extremely light, as if all the voices in his body were pressed into the deep water bottom, and all the turbulence and ups and downs were pressed under the thick layer of ice.
There was a slight gap in the half-closed door, and a faint light came in from outside. The vague footsteps passed through the half-closed door and clearly entered the eardrums.
The shrill, slightly metallic sound was even more pronounced.
It seemed to be the subtle sound caused by sharp edges dragging on the ground.
The thing that brought Mo Yi the strongest sense of crisis did not come from outside the door.
— but behind him.
The whole room seemed to be permeated with an unusually low temperature. The gloomy and humid air pierced his skin like a cold blade, and the sharp pain spread from the peripheral nerves all the way to the top of his head, causing small particles to float on his exposed skin.
Mo Yi couldn't help but think back to the map, the blood stains that painted the room thick and dark, like a piece of ink that represents ominousness, lingering in his mind.
The unknown darkness behind him made Mo Yi feel like a thorn in his back, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.
At this moment, a place not far outside the door lighted up without warning—a whistling electric buzzing from above the corridor, and the dim and weak light illuminated half of the corridor on the side.
Then it flickered violently like a flash of light, and the corridor returned to darkness.
Mo Yi's palm pressing on the half-closed door became stiff uncontrollably, his pupils shrank slightly, and his breathing was a little unsteady for a while.
At the moment when the lights came on, he saw a figure flashing in the corridor—
There was only a tall and blurry shadow, illuminated by the light into Mo Yi's narrow and limited field of vision, he walked slowly, dragging a huge long knife behind him, scraping the ground with sharp and piercing metal sounds .
The sound of the soles rubbing against the ground was synchronized with his movements, and the rustling echoed in the dead corridor, making one's scalp tingle.
Then - the lights went out.
The footsteps in the corridor stopped suddenly as the lights disappeared.
— not slowly away, but disappeared instantly.
Swamp-like darkness and dead silence enveloped Mo Yi, and the thick and almost solid cold was approaching, and the icy cold slowly climbed up Mo Yi's back.
He held his breath and listened - there was no sound, as if he had been banished from the world, such a deep silence made Mo Yi feel terrified.
At this moment, a violent uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart, as if every cell was screaming for danger! In the back of his mind was shouting - run!
Mo Yi's whole body trembled, and before he could react, he felt the door under his palm suddenly move by itself.
Just listen to a loud bang!
With a deafening boom in the dead darkness—
The door panel slammed shut at an almost violent speed!
Mo Yi's throat tightened, and in the re-accumulated silence, he could only hear his rapid breathing and the rumbling of his heartbeat, and a ridiculous but reasonable guess suddenly surged up in his heart, which made him feel cold all over...
Everything that happened just now seemed to be controlling his actions.
The only purpose is... to lure him into this room on his own initiative.
The sharp surge of adrenaline made Mo Yi's forehead break out in fine cold sweat, his palms were icy cold, and the heart in his chest was beating as if it was about to jump out of his throat, but his mind was surprisingly calm.
It was as if the soul had been separated from the body, watching everything indifferently and calmly.
He closed his eyes fiercely, took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and then turned around.
Mo Yi's dark eyes were like liquid mercury, slightly hidden under the long and straight eyelashes, staring at the bottomless darkness in front of him.
With a slight movement of his fingertips, he turned on the flashlight held in his palm.
There was a soft "click", and the cold and pale lights turned on immediately, illuminating the room a little. The circular lamp post was blocked by the object in front of it, twisting into an irregular shape.
In front of him was a cold iron bed, which reflected pale light under the light of the flashlight. There were many bondage belts wrapped around it from top to bottom, the edges were rough and white, and the bottom was slightly unthreaded, showing signs of wear and tear.
Mo Yi held his breath, and slightly moved the flashlight in his hand to illuminate the old instrument next to the iron bed—
Numerous wires hang quietly from above, and the ends of the wires are connected to electrodes with no visible color, and they hang down densely on the ground.
An unbearable dirty smell exuded in the darkness, as if the smell of salty, rusty blood mixed with the smell of rotting corpses, dust and bacteria fermented, faintly surging in the room.
Mo Yi's Adam's apple moved slightly—
This is the electric chair used to treat mentally ill patients with electroshock therapy.
He took a few steps closer and found that the thin leather covering the iron bed was full of painful scratches and tears, dark brown spots were scattered, and broken nails remained on several scratches. .
shocking.
Mo Yi raised his wrist slightly, and the beam of light from the flashlight illuminated the distant scenery with his movements—
Only then did he realize that the room was much larger than he had imagined, covering an area almost the size of five or six wards, separated by many dirty curtains, and unable to see the entire room at a glance.
Every curtain is covered with spots of stains, dark brown and light brown covered together, there are countless complete or incomplete handprints on it, it is not known whether it is stains or dried blood.
Among them, blood slowly flowed out from under a curtain near Mo Yi, and spread extremely slowly. The thick and thick pool of blood showed a dirty dark red under the light, like some living thing.
The whole room was as quiet as if it was cut off from the whole world, only the silence of death.
Mo Yi's fingers holding the flashlight tightened slightly, and his cold and sweaty palm felt the edges, corners and shape of the metal in his hand.
He took a step forward, stretched out his free hand to grab the curtain, then pulled it hard, and pulled it open.
The ear-piercing sound of rusty metal sliding and the rustling of cloth sounded, revealing the whole picture behind—
Even though Mo Yi was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but frowned, and his heart skipped a beat.
In front of him was another iron bed, different from the empty electric shock bed just now, this bed... was occupied by someone.
A man was firmly tied on a mottled and rusted iron bed with a restraint belt, his limbs were tightly restrained, his head and face were covered with blood, his head was firmly fixed on the iron bed by an iron hoop, and a long ice pick ran down his The eye sockets pierced straight into the skull through the eyeballs, the edge of the iron bed was covered with semi-coagulated blood, and the pool of blood on the ground was mottled, making one's heart chill.
Mo Yi's eyes fell on the table next to the iron bed. Iron tools such as awls and hammers were scattered with blood on it. There were dark brown traces under the blood, and it was impossible to tell whether it was rust or old blood.
He pursed his lips, his eyes darkened slightly.
- Lobotomy.
In the 1940s and 1950s, a very popular treatment method for mental illness achieved the purpose of "curing" mental illness by inserting an awl similar to an ice pick into the patient's eye socket, and then cutting off part of the nerve fibers in the middle and front lobe of the brain.
The man was dead—the pick of ice had gouged out his eyeballs and driven straight into the center of his skull.
Mo Yi turned his body sideways, and opened the other curtain beside him.
There was also an iron bed, on which lay a bloody man, his belly was wide open, his bloody organs were exposed in the cold air, a large hole was drilled in his head, exposing the red and white brain tissue .
The man's face was ferocious and distorted, and the restraint belt on his wrist was tightly buckled into the flesh, dripping blood.
After seeing the instruments on the two iron beds just now, Mo Yi quickly thought of the therapy on this bed:
Craniotomy and surgery.
The method of treating mental illness is achieved by exposing the patient's brain and removing the "ill" organ.
Mo Yi noticed that although the clothes on the two men were messed up with blood, they were still recognizable as modern clothes—they should also be the players who died in this instance.
The strong smell of blood and rancidity in the air became more and more intense, and Mo Yi coughed twice in a low voice, and he took two steps back with some difficulty in breathing.
However, at this moment, a slight metallic sound resounded without warning in the gloomy and dark silence—
"click".
The slight collision sounds especially clear and piercing in the dead silence, and it almost touched Mo Yi's heartbeat.
His breathing was slightly stagnant, and he looked in the direction of the sound.
Under the cold and pale beam of the flashlight, the metal buckles of the restraint belts tightly fastened on the two beds were automatically loosened, making a "click" sound.
The man on the bed in front of him turned his head slowly, the long icicle in the broken eyeball trembled, and stared at him blankly and absently with the other gray-white pupil covered with blood.
- "click"
On another man's distorted and ugly face, the bloodshot eyes turned one by one, slowly looking at Mo Yi, and the bones of the cervical vertebra creaked and rubbed.
"click".
Mo Yi took a step back subconsciously, then turned around and ran towards the door. He clasped the handle of the door tightly with his sweaty palm, and then shook it vigorously.
But the door remained motionless as if poured with copper and iron, and was tightly attached to the door frame, seemingly unaffected at all.
Mo Yi could hear his hot and rapid breathing and the sound of blood rushing in his chest, everything else seemed to be far away from his mind, only the slight sound of metal collision was clear and loud——
"click".