Chapter 42

Mo Yi's breathing was slightly suffocated.

His eyes were fixed on the strip of paper, and the glimmer of light from the crack in the door printed a clear mark of light on the strip, illuminating the words on it.

From "findme" to "findus"…?

Mo Yi's heart was a little confused, and too many thoughts were entangled like a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

A squeak sound came from outside the door, which seemed particularly clear in the deadly enclosed space.

It should be the other party opening the door.

The sound instantly recalled Mo Yi's mind, and his heart jumped violently, and he subconsciously breathed lightly.

Judging from the details observed in the infirmary just now, this doctor is probably a OCD.

So just now, Mo Yi was so careful in the infirmary and tried not to touch or destroy the original layout inside.

But... he came back too suddenly.

However, in such a hurry and nervous situation, Mo Yi was not sure whether he had made any mistakes.

It was quiet outside the door.

I heard my rapid heartbeat sound, which was shrinking violently and pounding. The surging blood hit the blood vessel walls with the rhythm of the heartbeat, and it was particularly loud in the dead environment.

A light "bang" sound broke through the silence, and the light passing through the crack of the door became brighter.

——He turned on the lights in the infirmary.

Mo Yi held his breath.

Through the door panel, a cold and sticky sound rang out, and in the dark it was like a poisonous snake hissing a letter:

“Someonehasbeenhere.”

【Someone has been here】

The heart seemed to be clenched hard, and the alarm in the brain was shaped like a bell.

The blood in my body was instantly cold.

Oops.

If this continues, you will definitely be caught in a jar -!

Mo Yi's mind was as lightning as lightning, and quickly swept the entire dim room, his eyes fixed on a chair at the door, and he had an idea in his heart.

A series of inferences in my mind formed in an instant, and at most it was only a millisecond difference.

Under the excessive pressure, Mo Yi became extremely calm. He lowered his voice and quickly spit out a word in Wang Zezhi's ear squatting beside him:

"run."

After saying that, he suddenly stood up, pulled up the chair and ran outward!

When he arrived at the door, Mo Yi's after seeing the man with a ferocious face and bloody face on half of his face was standing in the center of the infirmary.

The man obviously did not expect that they would blatantly come out of the room next to him, and a moment of daze flashed in his silent and wooden eyes.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Yi stepped forward, grabbed the door of the infirmary and closed the door with a "splash".

Then, click the back of the chair in your hand to the door handle.

A "click" sound of twisting the door after realizing it came from the door.

Wang Zezhi, who was following Mo Yi, was stunned: "..." There is also such an operation???

A loud bang exploded in the corridor - it was gunfire.

With the sound of gunfire and wood chips splashed, half a big hole in the door that was bombarded was instantly revealed.

The sound of metal collision of the bullet loading started.

Mo Yi's voice was like a wake-up call, pulling Wang Zezhi back from his stunned moment: "What are you doing while standing there? Run!"

Wang Zezhi came to his senses, turned his head to follow Mo Yi's back in front of him, and the two ran out the door as fast as possible.

The densely packed small beds almost became their obstacle, blocking them without any airflow.

The two stumbled through the room filled with beds, with almost no gaps, and even if the iron corner of the bed hits its knees, they could not slow them down.

There was another huge gunshot behind him and the sound of the door panel breaking.

Mo Yi felt nervous and couldn't help but speed up.

The rapid and heavy footsteps followed closely!

The two of them had already passed through the last room and were about to pass through the wooden door that separated the two rooms.

Mo Yi lowered his head slightly, and the afterglow glanced at the figure behind him. His heart suddenly stopped. He quickly turned around and pulled Wang Zezhi in, and his other hand suddenly closed the door.

Almost at the same time, gunfire started.

The bullet hit the unreliable wooden door, and the wood chips exploded, and a few of them pierced into Mo Yi's arm with the momentum.

Mo Yi gritted his teeth, and his palm, which had been injured before, was shaking so hard that it was hard to stabilize. The severe pain made him stop breathing in an instant.

Fortunately, the distance is not as close as before, otherwise the wooden door would have been blasted open.

Mo Yi made a quick decision and reached out to pull the small bed beside him. The iron foot of the bed made a harsh sound on the ground.

Wang Zezhixin saw the wound on his hand with a bright eye, and hurriedly got started. The two of them worked together to block the wooden door of the bed, and then ran to the stairs.

There was another gunshot behind him, and Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi couldn't control anything else, so they tried their best to climb up the stairs.

With a slight "creaking", the iron door above the head was pushed open with force, and the dim light from the corridor penetrated in.

This light instantly injected into the hearts of the two of them like a heart-boosting agent.

Behind him, the sound of the door being blasted open again and the "creaking" sound made by the iron bed - heavy steps were chasing again.

Mo Yi and Wang Zeyi were angry and climbed up.

The iron gate fell with a "bang", arousing the echo of metal and locking the sound of pursuit underground below.

A fierce knock came from the iron gate, clattering and banging. The iron gate trembled with the impact, stirring up layers of dust.

The two of them worked together to hold the still shaking iron door and applied the weight of their entire body to it.

Two minutes later, it seemed that the people below realized that they were doing useless work and stopped shaking and attacking the iron gate.

Mo Yi let out a long breath and sat on the iron door with his own strength. The feeling of sourness and pain spread instantly, swallowing his senses like a flood, almost making him tremble in trembling.

"I was just downstairs, thank you."

Wang Zezhi looked at him with half gratitude and half worry, and asked with some guilt: "How is your injury?"

Mo Yi shook his head with some difficulty, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm himself down.

Wang Zezhi looked at the place where he was injured: the sleeves under Mo Yi's arm were almost stained with blood.

He couldn't help but feel nervous, and guilt surged up in uncoverable ways.

Wang Zezhi flipped through his backpack, found a bottle of painkiller, poured two into the palm of his hand, and handed them to Mo Yi: "It will be better if you take it."

Mo Yi swallowed the pills, and although his face was still pale, he seemed to be a little calmer.

Wang Zezhi held up his injured arm, took out his portable knife, and cut his sleeves, revealing his scarred and bloody skin. He frowned and reminded him:

"I will help you remove the wood chips and treat the wounds, otherwise it will be inconvenient to move around for a while... However, the effect of ordinary painkillers is not so strong that people's nerves ignore this type of pain, so you can only endure it for a while."

Mo Yi pale his face and nodded.

More than ten minutes later, Wang Zezhi wrapped the remaining bandage on his arm, ending the painful treatment.

Mo Yi was gasping for breath. His single clothes were already soaked in sweat. His face was pale and his black eyes became darker, as calm and clear as ever.

Fortunately, he has a good tolerance for pain. If he put it on ordinary people, he would probably faint from the pain.

Mo Yi tried to move his arms, turned his head and said to Wang Zezhi, "I'm worried that he is coming out, so you can help drag some heavy objects to press the iron gate. I'll sit here and press it first."

Wang Zezhi nodded and reminded him with some concern: "When something is wrong, just shout loudly."

Mo Yi smiled and nodded.

Wang Zezhi's figure was gradually swallowed by the dim lights in the corridor. Mo Yi moved his shoulders. His sweaty clothes were now cold in the cold corridor, making him shivering involuntarily.

At this moment, the iron gate beneath him shook again!

Mo Yi quickly stabilized his body, supported his body with both, and pressed the shaking iron door under him with gravity.

However, because of not enough weight, Mo Yi felt that under his struggle, he was being slowly lifted up...

Lift up...

Mo Yi opened his throat with embarrassment and shouted: "Wang Zezhi! Help!"

——This time he went back, he not only had to exercise, but also gain weight!

Wang Zezhi ran out, helped him press the iron gate, then raised the thing in his hand and shook it at him: a big lock, it was the lock that should have on the iron gate before the timeline had returned to the past.

He quickly looked and held down the trembling iron door, then locked the lock, twisted the key, and locked the iron door.
To be continued...