Chapter 103

The deep and narrow corridor was silent, and there was no window from beginning to end on the mottled and old walls. The deep feeling of depression spreads with the heavy darkness, which is suffocating.

The light above the head emitted a faint light, but it could not dispel the darkness in the corridor. There was a rich shadow between the corners of the wall, as if something dangerous was surging in the dark.

Jiang Yuanrou's face was pale, and her light brown eyes were staring at Mo Yi in the dark:

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Mo Yi stood a few steps away, his figure was blurred by darkness, and under his feet were dark bloodstains extending into the room.

His cold voice rang not far away, and the tone was steady and without ups and downs:

"Expose the clumsy phantom and gain the trust of the player. While verifying the authenticity of the player through the wound, he proves his authenticity. Even if he knows that the key is in my hands, he will not ask me for it..."

Mo Yi paused, then spoke again, and there was a hint of admiration in his voice:

“It’s really superb.”

Jiang Yuanrou frowned and looked at Mo Yi, hesitated for a few seconds, and slowly took a step forward:

"Wait... do you think I'm fake too?"

Her face became lighter and she said in frustration: "How do you need me to prove it? Do you make another hole?"

After saying that, Jiang Yuanrou took out the sharp piece of wood from her pocket and handed it to Mo Yi:

"Or would you feel more at ease if you come in person?"

Mo Yi did not walk forward to take the wood chips, but just stood there and said quietly:

"Did you know that from the beginning, all the clues come from your mouth, including the method of identifying the authenticity."

The expression on Jiang Yuanrou's face slowly disappeared, and slowly settled down like layers of ripples on a lake. She stood quietly, staring at Mo Yi with light brown eyes, as if her eyes could turn into a substance that penetrated his flesh and bones.

Mo Yi turned his head and his eyes fell into the room beside him. In the darkness, he could see the deep and shallow outline of the dark blood, extending into the deeper shadow like a living thing. Even if he didn't use a flashlight to shine inward, he could outline the ugly and bloated butterfly lying on the wall in his mind.

His eyes were about to leave, and then he looked at Jiang Yuanrou who was standing not far away, and suddenly spoke:

"You said you know how to leave this building..."

Mo Yi used his fingertips to stroke his injured wrist slightly, his eyes drooped slightly, and he continued slowly:

"But, from the beginning, the player's mission is to survive, not to leave the building."

The atmosphere here is too depressing and terrifying, making people feel heartless and don’t want to stay too much. If it were a player with a low alertness, they would be confused by the tricks in the other party’s words, and unknowingly mistakenly think that they have “left the building”.

What's more, "going is staying".

If he really "lead" the building with Jiang Yuanrou, he would probably stay here forever.

Mo Yi raised his gaze, stared at "Jiang Yuanrou" standing not far ahead of him, and said slowly:

"And, since just now, I have never heard the sound of water drops again."

The sound in the background was extremely quiet, so quiet that it almost made people think that they had reached another world.

There was a dead silence in the corridor.

No ticking sound.

To be precise, since the first fake Jiang Yuanrou, the sound of water drops in the corridor disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before, and turned into a dead silence like a tomb.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yuanrou, who was standing in front of him, slowly showed a strange smile on her pale face. Her pale and deformed lips pulled to her ears, looking strange and creepy.

Her face melted into a patch of dirty blood, and then slowly turned into a pool of dark red blood.

With a sound of "dang", the sharp piece of wood slid into the pool of blood, and some sticky blood was splashed and stained on the gray wall beside it.

When Mo Yi closed his eyes and opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him was completely different.

He was standing at the fork in the road when he first saw Jiang Yuanrou, instead of the door of the room he followed the second Jiang Yuanrou to.

In front of me was a dark corridor, only the flashlight in my hand was still flashing brightly, leaving a slightly shaking spot on the wall in front of me.

The ticking sound was persevering in the background.

Mo Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, and a numb tremor slowly ejaculated behind him, as if the pain caused by the muscles was finally climbing up along the nerves, causing a vague pain.

Sure enough, he entered the illusion at the turn. The two Jiang Yuanrou did not exist. There were dry blood and footprints on the ground, but there were no broken chairs or dirty and sticky pools of blood.

——For such a long time, he has never left this place.

Mo Yi moved his stiff wrist slightly, and the flashlight on the light spots falling on the wall shook with his movements, illuminating the wall opposite in front of him.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and then his movements grew a little larger, slowly moving the light column of the flashlight on the wall in front of him.

I saw the dark and mottled wall opposite me covered with dark red blood, forming a strange and strange picture on the pale wall illuminated by the light - an ugly and huge butterfly lying on the wall, her twisted eyes staring at him emptyly, and the dark red sticky blood slowly flowed down the wall.

——It is exactly the same as in the room on the third floor.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at the pattern in front of him thoughtfully. His fingers subconsciously rubbed the flashlight in his palm with body temperature.

He now sees the pattern.

In this copy, each of the hallucinations he saw wanted to lead him to somewhere... and when he cracked the hallucinations, such a butterfly would appear in front of him.

Apart from…….

The butterfly in the room where he woke up was picked out from the wall with his fingernails, and the butterfly in the room where the brass key was just now.

Just now on the third floor of the negative, he was pushed to the electric chair after the hallucination was cracked - that was real, not an illusion.

Mo Yi slowly breathed a sigh of relief, deeply feeling that there were too few clues he was looking for now.

Compared with the few copies he had experienced before, the clues in this copy can be said to be almost scarce, but the opposite of the lack of clues is its extreme danger.

And... there are too many variables in this copy.

Not only did there be a group of players who had not passed the level here, but also... So far, he has not met any teammates. It is already difficult to find Jiang Yuanrou, and it is even more difficult to find Jiang Yuanbai who is trapped.

Mo Yi finally looked at the butterfly painted in blood on the wall. The glimmer of light from the flashlight was reflected in his dark eyes, like two spots of light in the darkness.

The ticking sound of water passed through the dark space and came into his ears. Drop by drop, slight echoes in the narrow space, almost consistent with the rhythm of Mo Yi's heartbeat.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, tightened his fingers holding the flashlight, and slowly walked towards the depths of the corridor.

The more you move forward, the dimmer the light becomes. In the end, there is no light at all, and you can only rely on the flashlight in Mo Yi's hand to illuminate it.

The corridor was as cold as an ice cellar, and the gloomy air conditioning invaded the texture. Mo Yi's exposed skin soon disappeared with a trace of temperature and was frozen to the point of pale.

He continued to walk deep into the corridor with his usual expression, his steps cautiously and lightly, without making a sound.

The walls on both sides of the corridor fell off slightly, revealing the darker brick walls below it. Unlike the corridor just now, not only does there not have windows, but there are not even rooms.

There are only two tall walls, like a deep tunnel, leading to the bottomless darkness.

The light tube above the head no longer lights up, and there is an unknown darkness in front of you.

The blood on the ground was getting more and more, mottled and messy on the dirty floor. Broken blood footprints stepped on the center of a dried blood. Several broken blood handprints were also distributed on the walls on both sides, pulling and dragging them on the peeling walls of the wall into traces of despair.

Mo Yi reached out his hand tentatively and touched it on it - the sticky touch was like the sticky skin of a cold-blooded animal, causing discomfort to seep out of the pores.

Although it has been a little dry, it should still be fresh by color.

The air was filled with the familiar smell of rust, the cold and bloody smell was lingering in his nose, and the sound of water droplets sounded loudly in his ears-

Tick, tick.

Under the flashlight, the shadow of the corridor ahead seemed to sink deeply into a piece, and the darker color was almost impossible to penetrate.

Mo Yi took a few steps forward and then he saw clearly that it was a room.

And...it's very likely the only room in the entire corridor.

Mo Yi's expression turned slightly and he walked forward quickly. He listened carefully for a while.

The continuous sound of water seemed to be coming from this room, and it was clearly transmitted into Mo Yi's ears through the door panel.

He leaned closer to the door, approached the small window framed by the iron railing on the door panel, and narrowed his eyes and looked inward.

It was pitch black inside, and the thick and deep darkness occupied the entire room, making it impossible to see the scene there.

He tried to push the door - it seemed to be stuck.

Mo Yi did not dare to act rashly, and carefully relaxed his breathing, and then gently turned off the flashlight in his hand.

The whole person fell into darkness again.

And darkness made his five senses sharper—
Chapter completed!