Chapter 104

Tick, tick.

The sound of water passes through the thin door panels and comes into the ears regularly and slowly, stirring up faint echoes in the darkness.

Tick, tick.

In the clear sound of water drops falling, Mo Yi seemed to hear something mixed with it...

Thin, gentle, mixed with rhythmic sounds of water droplets.

Mo Yi held his breath and slowly approached a little, his auricles approached the cold and hard door panel. The nearly tingling cold penetrated along the contact skin, bringing a slight tremor.

As he moved, the sound seemed much clearer.

That seems to be...

Crying sound.

A faint crying sounded in a rich darkness that was almost solid, echoing in the air like a thin thread, slowly penetrated into the ears and hovered up along the spine.

A cold chill rose in Mo Yi's heart, and the exposed skin instantly had goose bumps, and the back was soaked with cold sweat.

Tick, tick.

The strange and gentle crying sounds mixed with the sound of water drops, echoing like cold whispers in the dark and narrow corridor.

I don’t know if it was Mo Yi’s illusion… He always felt that the crying sound seemed to be slowly approaching.

Then—it slowly becomes clearer.

Mo Yi was shocked by what he thought, and subconsciously took a few steps back away from the tightly closed door panel.

He stood in the darkness, suppressing the gasp in his throat. The cold sweat behind him stuck his thin clothes to his body, and was aroused a deeper chill in the gloomy and cold corridor, staring at the door panel in the darkness.

The faint crying sound penetrated the door panel and the wall, and pierced into the eardrum like a small needle, which was completely unignorable.

Mo Yi's scalp exploded.

——It’s not his illusion!

The crying sound that he had to get close to just now became clear at this moment, even if he pushed it away so far...

He looked up at the corridor in front of him, and his brain turned rapidly and thought.

Now it is too far from the only room where you can hide. It is too dark in front of you. If you turn on the flashlight, it will be exposed, which is no different from suicide.

dilemma.

I can only have a gamble.

Mo Yi's breathing was slightly rapid. He tightened his stiff fingers and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His dry throat instantly felt like he was swallowing a blade.

Then, he hugged and walked quickly and quietly into the depths of the corridor.

Mo Yi held the wall beside him with his palm, and groped carefully in the darkness. He even tried several times before he dared to settle down, for fear of stepping on something and making a sound that exposed himself.

Fortunately, the corridor on the second floor of the negative is not as full of chaotic debris as on the third floor of the negative floor, but is so clean that it is almost empty. Mo Yi did not encounter any obstacles along the way, and he walked smoothly.

The crying sounds behind me became clearer.

The choking sound of sobs came to the eardrums, almost overshadowing the ticking sound of water, leaving only the crying sound echoing in the dark and hollow corridor.

At this moment, Mo Yi heard the rusty metal sound of the door handle twisting behind him.

A squeak sounded, and it seemed particularly clear in the silence of suppressing darkness.

Mo Yi's breathing was chaotic, and his heart almost reached his throat. A sense of weightlessness walking on the edge of the cliff suddenly hit him, almost suffocating him.

His palm suddenly felt empty.

Mo Yi's eyes lit up slightly, and a bright light ignited in his dark pupils - that's great!

Sure enough, there is no way there is only one room in the entire corridor!

He pressed his fingers tightly against the hard and cold corner of the wall in the darkness, and then quickly walked inward.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the door handle being twisted away came from behind, and the sound of the door panel being opened on the ground.

...The door was pushed open.

Mo Yi flashed and hid behind the wall beside him.

The meticulous crying sound slowly wandered in the air like a snake, drilling into people's pores like wet and sticky water, and then was clearly transmitted to Mo Yi's ears.

A layer of goose bumps appeared behind him.

Accompanied by the crying, footsteps slowly rang, stepping on the corridor step by step, as if stepping on Mo Yi's heart.

At the same time, there seemed to be a slight friction sound, which sounded like fabric being dragged to the ground.

Mo Yi's back was tightly pressed against the cold wall behind him, and he frowned slightly. He stared at a corner of the darkness thoughtfully, his eyes slightly out of focus.

——When he was just on the third floor, he also heard footsteps and rubbed against metal.

Is there any connection here?

The whimpering cry approached, as if it was directly heard in his ears, which made Mo Yi stop his random thoughts, tense up his muscles all over his body, and subconsciously hold his breath.

Tick, the ticking sound seemed to come from an out of reach.

The ears were crying gradually approaching with the sound of footsteps, surrounded by the ears, making a gentle echo in the quiet corridor.

Mo Yi's fingers tightened unconsciously, and cold and sour pain came from his thumb that had been injured before, which followed the nerves and strangled his throat.

The pain made his senses sharper.

So is darkness.

The sound of crying and footsteps passed by the room where he was hiding without stopping, and then slowly walked towards the depths of the corridor.

It seemed to have turned a corner, the sound gradually became smaller, and then gradually faded away.

The crying sound became weak again like a gossip, slowly pulled away by distance—

The sound of water drops in the background became the main soundtrack again, rhythmically and unremittingly in the darkness, falling slowly drop by drop, and becoming particularly friendly in Mo Yi's ears.

He slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and the feeling of depression left, as if the big stone pressed on his chest was suddenly moved away.

But Mo Yi didn't dare to take it lightly.

If the footsteps on this floor are similar to those on the previous floor, it will come back sooner or later. Time is very tight now and no matter how much you want to waste a minute or a second.

He listened in the dark for a while, and after confirming that the sound had been away, he groped out in the darkness.

Mo Yi raised his head, and the lights at the other end of the corridor were flashing faintly. Although it could not illuminate the road in front of him, it was always a psychological comfort.

He tiptoed to the door that he hadn't opened just now.

The door was opened at this moment, and a narrow gap was slightly exposed in the darkness. The regular ticking sound came along the crack of the door and rang clearly in the darkness.

Mo Yi carefully pushed the door open a gap that could be passed by one person.

The rust sound of the "creaking" door shaft sounded in silence, which seemed particularly loud in Mo Yi's ears.

His breathing stagnated, his movements froze, and his nerves were extremely tense-

Mo Yi listened motionlessly in the dark for a while, and after confirming that the sound he had just made had not alarmed anything else, he turned his body sideways and flashed through the crack of the open door and walked in.

The smell of blood became even stronger, and the sweet smell of rust slid into the lungs along the nose, accompanied by the cold air, causing a slight pain.

This room is very large.

There was a small light at the end of the room, emitting a faint light that was almost useless.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes, his gaze had adapted to the darkness, and could distinguish the blurry outlines of things in the room.

This should be a house where mentally ill people are bathed. The whole room is lined with two rows of dirty and old bathtubs from beginning to end, one after another, extending from one end of the room to the other.

Tick, tick.

The sound of water sounded in the darkness.

Mo Yi took a tentative step forward, paused his movements, and his eyes slowly landed in a bathtub at the other end of the room.

In a deep and rich darkness, there was a undulating blurred shadow.

Mo Yi's heart was pounding.
Chapter completed!