Chapter 105

The light at the end of the room flickered and flickered, and the surroundings were rich and deep darkness, slowly eroding inward.

Tick, tick.

The sound of water drops reflected back from the walls, echoing in the empty and cold room, clearly as if it was surrounded by it.

The rows of bathtubs in the room can only see blurry and overlapping outlines in the dark, hidden deep in the shadow of light, making people only see its dim edge, shining faintly in the darkness.

The suppressed sound of water droplets sounded regularly in the room.

Mo stood at the door of the room, his tall and thin figure seemed to be ink-colored silhouettes, blending with the entire dark room.

His eyes stared at the end of the room, where a vague shadow rolled in a bathtub, looking like a human figure.

There was a dead silence in the corridor in the distance, with no footsteps, no crying, and no friction.

Mo Yi listened quietly for a while, then took a step forward and slowly walked towards the depths of the room.

His footsteps stepped on the cold and wet ground, and a slight sound of water was emitted in the silence. The cold and cold air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which became stronger and more solid as he approached, looking strange and depressing.

The blurred shape in the bathtub gradually became clearer.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, calmed down his heartbeat, and then slowly approached the past.

The light flashed in the darkness with a faint light, illuminating the edge of the bathtub. Mo Yi could see the mottled dark brown color under the peeling porcelain clothes of the bathtub, which was like deep scars on the broken and broken surface of the bathtub.

Mo Yi's eyes moved upwards. He saw the half-dried blood on the pale surface of the bathtub. The blood finger marks were smeared and printed on the edge of the protruding bathtub. The bright color contrast seemed dazzling and terrifying in the dark.

Then he saw that in the darkness inside, a pale hand was placed on the edge of the bathtub.

The fingers drooped weakly, looking like a dying butterfly, quietly stopped on the pale porcelain surface. The dark red blood left deep marks on the skin, winding down along the lower-hanging fingers, hanging on the fingertips.

Tick, tick.

A pool of dark red blood had gathered on the ground, but the blood did not drip down and was still hanging on the fingertips in a shaky way.

The sound was not coming from here.

A deep pattern slowly frowned between Mo Yi's eyebrows, and his eyes left the pool of blood on the ground.

The sound of water drops is loud and clear in the darkness, echoing in the empty room, as if every sound falls on a person's heart, making rhythmic knocks.

The hand was hanging quietly, and under the pale skin covered with blood were dark blue veins, and a light gray glowed under the light.

A familiar watch hangs loosely on the slender wrist with distinct bones.

Mo Yi frowned, slowly took a few steps forward, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the watch carefully-

His eyebrows were slightly stunned.

This watch...he knows it.

Mo Yi took out the flashlight, buckled his stiff fingers on the switch protruding from the metal tube, and applied force slightly downward.

The faint lamp post lit up in the darkness, dispelling the shadow in front of him a little. Mo Yi moved his wrist and turned the flashlight in his hand towards the bathtub.

The pale column of light illuminates the undulating outlines of the mottled bathtub, illuminating a human figure lying in it.

Jiang Yuanrou.

I saw her lying in an awkward position in the bathtub blocking her. Her head, which had lost support, leaned softly against the edge of the bathtub, and her long curly hair was dispersed in mess, and was clotted by blood, blocking her pale face.

There was half a tank of light red water in the bathtub. Through the water surface, you could see that Jiang Yuanrou's clothes were slowly floating in the blood-stained water. Her petite body was half hidden under the water, and her abdomen slowly opened with dark blood.

On the side of her neck, a rusty faucet protruded from the wall and slowly dripped water droplets into the bathtub.

Tick, tick.

The round and full water drops fall rhythmically like half-full in the bathtub. The shallow ripples slowly spread along the dripping places, and the water droplets splashed small splashes on the water surface.

One of her hands was hanging on one side of the bathtub, and the other was awkwardly tied to one side by a restraint belt, and she curled up in a twisted position.

On her pale face, her black eyebrows and eyes were tightly closed, looking lifeless.

Mo Yi frowned, walked forward a few steps, and reached her fingers to the side of her neck. Under her fingertips was cold and sticky skin, with almost no warmth of a living person.

But there are still slight ups and downs.

She is still alive.

Mo Yi withdrew his palm and stared at Jiang Yuanrou, who was lying in the bathtub without any breath, subconsciously rubbing his cold palm slightly.

This copy is really... terrible.

It constantly creates illusions to confuse the player. Although he has not been hit so far, he has to say...

This made him suspicious.

Doubt about all the people and things that appear around you, or even doubt where you are.

Did he really break the deadlock or was he trapped in another more real illusion?

A chill slowly rose behind Mo Yi, and the dangerous thoughts that had been forcibly suppressed before emerged again, climbing up his back with creepy tremor.

This copy is gradually eroding his sense of reality.

Mo Yi even felt...

This asylum is slowly transforming him into a madman.

Losing the sense of reality and not knowing whether you are in an illusion or reality - it is the trait of a mentally ill person.

This dungeon does not achieve this purpose by monsters or even chase wars. To be precise, it itself is a weapon.

Mo Yi's back was cold. A cool feeling rose from the fingertips that touched Jiang Yuanrou's cold neck just now. The sticky touch slowly spread up along his fingers, making him feel tight.

The darkness in the empty room was heavy, and the ticking sound of water sounded suppressed, giving people an invisible psychological pressure.

Mo Yi closed his eyes hard, cleared his chaotic mind, then raised his eyes again, and looked at Jiang Yuanrou with a weak breath in the bathtub.

His face was pale and calm, his eyes were dark, his long eyelashes were slightly lowered, and the small spots of the flashlight were reflected on the dark iris.

Instead of thinking about it now, it is better for soldiers to block the water and soil.

In addition... there is really not enough time now, and I don’t know when the crying voice will come back.

Mo Yi walked forward and patted Jiang Yuanrou's cheeks without being very gentle. The skin under her palm was cold and stiff. If it weren't for her faint breathing, Mo Yi would almost think that she was photographing a corpse.

Jiang Yuanrou's eyelashes moved slightly.

Mo Yi bent down and untied the belt that tied Jiang Yuanrou's wrist tightly with his fingers. Although the iron buckles on it were tightly buckled together because of rust, it was not as indestructible as the belt that helped his wrist when the third layer was negative.

After he worked hard for a few minutes, he heard a gentle "click" sound, and the belt buckle that tied Jiang Yuanrou's wrist was loosened.

Her arms drooped weakly, and the hard bones protruding from her elbows hit the edge of the bathtub. The upper half of her arms fell into the water in the bathtub, making a clear sound of slapping the water in silence.

Mo Yi couldn't dodge and was splashed with cold water droplets with bloody smell.

His heart tightened slightly - the sound just now was really not small, especially in such a quiet room, even the smallest sound would be amplified to the extreme.

This made Mo Yi feel a little uneasy.

Just as he was distracted, he heard a slight moan in the bathtub, accompanied by the sound of water, which made Mo Yi slightly stunned and looked down at Jiang Yuanrou in the bathtub.

I saw her brows frowning tightly, her trembling eyelashes moved slightly twice, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Under the pale eyelids was a pair of light brown eyes that were out of focus, silently staring at a point in the darkness. It took a long time to focus.

Jiang Yuanrou blinked her eyes, as if she realized her situation, and her muscles tightened instantly, and her light brown eyes became sharp and alert—

Immediately afterwards, her movements seemed to touch the wound on her belly. Jiang Yuanrou's face instantly pale, big beads of sweat slid down the corner of her forehead, her lips tightly pursed, and she swallowed the low gasps between her throat.

The sound of water rippling in the bathtub and the ticking drops sounded in the dark, echoing in the empty room.

Mo Yi hurriedly reached out and pressed Jiang Yuanrou's arm that was placing on the edge of the bathtub. When he felt the instant tense muscles under his palm, he applied some pressure slightly, then approached Jiang Yuanrou's ear and said in a breath sound:

"Don't move, it's me."

Jiang Yuanrou's movements were slightly stiff and she no longer moved.

The sound of water rippling in the bathtub slowly disappeared, and finally only the even sound of water dripping is left--

Jiang Yuanrou sat quietly in the darkness, lowered her voice, and asked tentatively:

“…Mo Yi?”

Her familiar voice, similar content, and the exact same tone as before made Mo Yi recall the unpleasant memories just now.

His heart thumped, and he pressed Jiang Yuanrou's arm and tightened slightly subconsciously.

The slender arms in the hands were as cold as a corpse, and the sticky touch was transmitted along the skin where the two of them were in contact.

The sound of Jiang Yuanrou's low breathing came from the darkness.

Mo Yi then woke up from his suppressed mood and relaxed the force on his palms.

He took a deep breath and said "um" softly, taking it as an answer to Jiang Yuanrou's question just now.

Before Mo Yi could do anything, he could only hear a gentle whimper in the corridor in the darkness in the distance - slowly, from near to far away.

The unknown footsteps and the friction of fabrics sounded like a nightmare that was in lingering at midnight, and once again rang in the distance.
Chapter completed!