Mo Yi shook the motionless door panel with his cold hands. With his movements, a tearing pain came from the tiger's mouth, hotly attacking his upper chest, but it still couldn't dispel the chill oozing from his bones.
It was like falling into a rushing glacier in the twelfth lunar month of winter, cold, numb, and the heavy ice water dragged his limbs and dragged him into the cold and dark abyss.
- "click".
The sound of the belt buckle being undone came clearly from behind him, and the awl pierced straight into the brain through the eardrum.
The icy cold air smelled of sticky blood and rot. With Mo Yi's rapid breathing, it slipped through his airway, stabbing his chest like thousands of small ice needles, and waking up his brain.
Mo Yi realized that the door in front of him could not be opened, so he resolutely gave up on continuing to shake it, and turned around abruptly.
The light of the flashlight swayed with his movements, throwing the dim and floating light into the darkness behind him, illuminating the nightmare-like scene in front of him—
Several of the restraint belts on the two beds were still not loosened, and two bloody corpses waited quietly.
A gigantic stiff and distorted smile slowly appeared on the two symmetrical faces, the pale and deformed lips were pulled to the ears, and the cloudy eyes were fixed on Mo Yi's figure, slowly exuding astonishing malice.
The dark and rich blood mixed with the internal organs slid down the cold bedposts of the iron bed, and the stench of blood became stronger and stronger, making one almost nauseated.
Mo Yi clenched his teeth, the blood on his face disappeared completely, his dark eyes were fixed on the front, and then he rushed towards the door in the opposite direction.
Just as he stepped across the pool of blood on the ground, there was a clearer "click" sound behind him—
Then the sound of the belt cracking sounded in the darkness, accompanied by the sharp and piercing "squeak" sound of the iron bed scratching the ground, all of which showed that...
The shackles have been undone.
Mo Yi's breath became short of breath, and he ran in the opposite direction with all his strength, the green and dirty curtains hanging in front of his eyes, blocking his sight and actions like overlapping barriers.
He stretched out his hand and pulled open the curtain in front of his eyes, while rushing forward, the iron hook above the curtain let out a piercing scream like dying, accompanied by the whistling wind, poured into his ears, like a thin Mo Yi's throat was tightly twisted like a silk thread.
Behind him is the sound of footsteps, clear and heavy, every step hits the heart heavily, bringing physiological trembling to people.
The smell of blood became stronger.
Mo Yi raised his eyes while running, and his eyes touched the wall beside him, and there was a sudden thump in his heart——
Dark red blood began to ooze from the ceiling, and slowly slid down the wall, leaving traces like snakes on the pale and mottled wall skin, blood began to ooze around the whole room, wriggling His malice spread and crawled along the blood, seeping into every pore.
Mo Yi's breathing was unsteady, but a pair of extremely dark eyes were surprisingly bright, staring closely at a point in front of him.
As he ran, he tore open curtains one after another, and the blood stains on them became deeper and dirtier one by one, enveloping him like an endless quagmire, as if it were a never-ending Swamp glance.
Mo Yi's breathing became more and more rapid, his body was sore due to excessive exercise, a dizzy white light flashed in front of his eyes due to lack of oxygen, fine cold sweat spread all over his forehead, slid down his tight eyebrows, and then dripped into his collar among-
However, the footsteps behind them were getting closer, and the distance between them was shortening inch by inch.
Mo Yi clearly realized that the situation was very bad.
At this moment, when the arms stiffened by excessive force opened a blood-stained and invisible curtain in front of him, his eyes suddenly opened up!
There is a door there!
There is a faint light outside the half-open door, faint but clear, as if hope is waving at him!
However, Mo Yi suddenly felt a strong uneasiness, as if a bolt of lightning had struck into his skull, illuminating the thoughts in his brain with a pale light—
From just now, all his actions seemed to be under the control of this room.
Step by step, inch by inch, she lured him towards his established destiny.
And he was like a marionette unable to control his actions, pulled by the unstoppable inertia, and slowly slid towards the dark bottomless abyss——
Mo Yi's whole body was as cold as falling into an ice cave.
His muscles were stiff, and the white light in front of him that symbolized hope just now was like a whisper of death, tightly clutching his heart.
Suddenly, an idea rose from the depths of his chaotic thoughts, buzzing in the depths of his mind like a bell, almost shaking his head dizzily:
- "To go is to stay, to live is to die".
Mo Yi took a deep breath as if going all out, then stopped abruptly, and stood still on the spot.
The heavy footsteps behind him approached slowly, rubbing against the ground to make a muddy and dragging sound, piercing the eardrum without hindrance.
His heart was beating uncontrollably, hot sweat ran across his icy cheeks, leaving a burning sensation on his skin.
An uneasy premonition clenched Mo Yi's internal organs, like molten iron condensed and cooled in his stomach, and then fell heavily, the inherent sense of crisis stimulated his nerve endings like needles, forcing him to urge him —
run! run!
Mo Yi gritted his teeth, closed his eyes fiercely, and tried his best to resist the desire to run away from the light not far away.
He summoned a prop and held the cold and smooth glass bead in the palm of his hand, just in case he needed it.
The sound of the beating heart and the rapid and hot breathing mixed into a chaotic sound, occupying all his thoughts.
The footsteps behind him were approaching, and there was a cold echo in the empty room, dragging and heavy, with a strong smell of blood.
The salty rusty smell spread slowly in the mouth and merged with the bloody smell in the nasal cavity, making it almost difficult for Mo Yi to tell whether he had tasted the taste of blood on his tongue.
Footsteps approached.
Mo Yi's fingers tightened subconsciously, the neatly trimmed nails were deeply embedded in the sweaty palm, and the cold glass beads hit the palm of his hand, and the sharp pain hit him like a tsunami, tearing his tense nerves—
Just then, the footsteps stopped.
The entire room was filled with empty dead silence, as if there was an invisible wind whirling, the silence was so cold that it made people feel uneasy.
Mo Yi slowly opened his eyes.
There was a cold light flickering in front of his eyes, which almost made him turn his face away subconsciously.
He paused, his violent heartbeat finally subsided a lot, he turned his head again, and looked at the front of himself—
There are no doors, no roads, no lights.
The cold light of the flashlight illuminated the front of him. There was nothing in front of him. There was a wall, and a step away from him was a familiar iron bed.
The mottled and rusted steel bedpost reflected the cold light, and there were shocking scratches and dark bloodstains all over it, which made one's heart skip a beat.
Above the iron bed were scattered restraint belts and wires, all of which were wide open as if waiting for something.
The iron bed was so close to Mo Yi, as long as he took a few steps forward, he would fall down on the electric shock bed.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Mo Yi's back, and the pinched wound on the palm of his hand was burning hot.
— This is exactly the iron bed he saw when he first entered the door.
He now seemed to understand how the two dead players were bound to the healing bed.
Mo Yi's Adam's apple moved slightly, a chill came over him, and he slowly looked behind him.
A horrifying picture suddenly jumped into his line of sight—the wall was covered with dark red blood, dyeing the dirty and discolored wall into a strange picture.
It was a huge butterfly.
The bloated and ugly figure was made up of thick blood, and the distorted huge wings had godless and deformed eyes, looking down at Mo Yi in the center of the room from top to bottom.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, suppressed the extremely uncomfortable feeling in his heart, and then looked away.
He flicked the flashlight in his hand and shined it on the rest of the room.
The room was far smaller than what he had seen just now.
There were several iron frames hanging with dirty dark green curtains lying on the ground. The speckled curtains were pitifully worn out on the ground full of semi-coagulated blood, and they were so stained that they couldn't see their original appearance.
The two iron beds on which the corpses were lying were still placed in the place I saw just now. On them were two lifeless corpses. The dead gray eyes in the eye sockets were staring at the ceiling blankly, and the turbid and dark blood flowed down. Exudes a strange atmosphere that is hard to ignore.
The binding straps on the top are tightly bound without any sign of separation.
From Mo Yi's point of view, the iron bed on which the two corpses are sitting is located in front of the wings of the huge butterfly that covers the entire room, just on the patterns on the wings that resemble eyes. A picture of extremes, even just looking at it is unsettling.
Mo Yi let out a foul breath, wiped the sweat off his cheek with the wrist holding the flashlight, and then walked out the door.
He walked carefully across the messy ground and the two iron beds on which the corpses were lying, and reached for the doorknob.
— still won't unscrew.
Mo Yi couldn't help being taken aback.
what happened
Before he could calm down and think about it, he felt a strong force coming from his side, pushing him to the side!
After a while of dizziness, something cold and hard fell under his body, and the bone-piercing pain spread all the way down the nerves, making Mo Yi groan involuntarily.
But he didn't fall to the ground.
Instead, he fell on the familiar iron bed that smelled of blood and heavy fear—
There was the sound of electric current sizzling in the ear, and sparks surged violently in the darkness, leaving stinging marks on Mo Yi's retina.