Chapter 101

Tick, tick.

The gentle sound of water sounded in a depressed silence, and the end of the corridor was blurred in a deep darkness, giving people a sense of speechless pressure.

Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then walked towards the depths of the corridor along the sound of water.

The long corridor was quiet and dim, with the lights above the head making a faint sizzling sound, and the cold white lights sprinkled on the floor, reflecting a slight light.

The deep part of the corridor was like a dark hole, with its empty mouth wide open, and the sound of water droplets dripping came faintly from inside.

Tick, tick.

Mo Yi deliberately took a lighter pace and slowly walked towards the direction where the sound came. The long corridor was silent, and he could only hear his own breathing and the monotonous ticking sound.

The sound became clear as Mo Yi approached, and a low echo echo echoed in the narrow walls, almost making it difficult to tell where it came from.

The more you move forward, the dimmer the light becomes.

The air was faintly filled with the familiar smell of blood.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, and the cold and dry air slid into his chest along his respiratory tract, and his mind became clearer.

He took out the flashlight from his backpack's side pocket and pressed the switch with a "click".

The beam of light of the flashlight lit up instantly, illuminating the scene in front of you.

There were a little blood on the ground, winding from under his feet to the darkness deep in the corridor, and a strange light flashed under the light.

Mo Yi half-squatted down and stretched out his fingers to gently touch one of the drops of blood.

It is moist, cold, sticky, but it is still liquid and it instantly touches the fingertips.

He raised his fingers and looked carefully under the flashlight. There was a glaring blood red on his pale fingertips - still fresh.

Mo Yi stood up, pressed his wrist down, and the flashlight's light firmly followed the blood dripping on the ground, reaching out toward the corridor.

The smell of blood lingering at the nose became a little more intense.

The shape of blood on the ground has also changed from dot-shaped dripping marks to large pieces of blood, scattering on the ground in a mess, trampling by countless footprints, looking shocking.

The ticking sound in my ears became louder and louder, as if it was radiating from the surrounding walls, and it was like a curse and lingering in the human ears.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and stood on the messy ground in front of him.

The blood here looks even older, and most of the pool of blood has dried up, and it is deeply imprinted on the ground and the walls around it.

The door of the ward closest to this bloodstain is open.

The half-closed door was filled with dry blood, leaving dark red marks on the pale door panel. There was a deep darkness inside the door, and only blood overflowing from under the door panel was seen.

Mo Yi turned his body sideways and shone the open door with the flashlight in his hand.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked.

I saw that the ward was empty, with only a half-overturned bed, and the ground was in chaos, as if it had experienced a big battle.

The most eye-catching thing is the deep pattern on the wall, painted with blood—

It was a huge butterfly, with semi-solidified dark red blood winding on the wall, and twisted lines crisscrossing, forming a strange and bizarre picture.

Its body is bloated and ugly, and its wings are like huge marks that have never changed since then, like empty eyes, making people feel cold on their backs.

Mo Yi subconsciously walked inward for a few steps. The sticky blood on the ground made a gentle sound of water under his feet. The slight sound of the soles of the shoe squeezed the remaining blood on the ground seemed particularly clear in the dead silence.

At this moment, something hard seemed to be stepped on under his feet.

Mo Yi stopped and shone a flashlight to his feet. He saw a metal key lying in the pool of blood. It looked quite ancient in style and shining under the light of the flashlight.

He bent down and picked up the key from the pool of blood on the ground. His fingers and palms inevitably stained the blood on the ground, staining the pale skin mottled, looking a bit scary.

The key was made of brass. One side of the key was dyed into a thick dark red because it was soaked in blood, while the other side was its original color, which shone with a yellow luster under the light.

Mo Yi looked over and over again, but found nothing special, nor did he find any reliable clues that could reveal what the key was for.

But it looks like a very important prop.

But according to the habits of this game, how could he place important props in such a conspicuous place to make him discover it?

unless……

Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes, and his long eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his pale face, covering up the thoughtfulness in his eyes.

He had some speculation in his mind.

The fingers subconsciously rubbed the key's smooth surface twice, then turned the fingertips slightly and stuffed it into his pocket properly.

Mo Yi used a flashlight to patrol the entire room, confirmed that he had not missed any other clues, then turned around and walked out of the room and continued to walk in the direction where the sound of water came.

The ticking sound of water was clattering in the open corridor, as if it was a cold whisper, and it was pounding rhythmically, making people feel a little upset.

Mo Yi's palm holding the flashlight tightened slightly, and his cold fingertips touched the palm of his other end. The neatly trimmed nails slashed across the flesh, causing a slight pain.

His breathing was calm and his steps were cautious and silent, and he walked forward under the guidance of the flashlight.

The sound of water drops gradually became louder.

Mo Yi came to the second fork in this corridor, and there were two roads ahead.

The blood gradually became thicker under his feet extended into the corridor on the right, leaving uneven marks on the ground, and there were even several incomplete blood footprints on it, which looked quite dazzling under the dark light of the flashlight.

The corridor on the left was a dead darkness, with no lights, no sounds, only a suffocating silence.

Mo Yi frowned, and he stood at the fork in the fork and thought for a while.

Then, he held his breath and listened to the movement in the darkness - the constant ticking sound came from the corridor on the right.

He walked towards the direction where the sound came, and the flashlight in his hand swept into the darkness deep in the corridor, dispelling some deep and rich shadows inside, and illuminating one of the blurry outlines-

Mo Yi was shocked and subconsciously tensed his body.

The blurry shadow moved slightly in the darkness, revealing a familiar outline under the light of the flashlight.

Mo Yi's pupils shrank slightly and he took a breath of cold air.
Chapter completed!