The dirty walls frame a narrow space, making it almost impossible for people in the house to breathe.

The deep and thick darkness surged in the room, and the whole room was filled with a cold and rotten smell, mixed with the strong rust bloody smell, spreading unknown signals.

The gloomy and cold air penetrated into the texture and slid into the lungs along the respiratory tract, as if a bone-broken stone was sunk into the five internal organs, and even the cracks of the bones were filled with an uncomfortable coldness.

Mo Yi subconsciously shrank his shoulders and felt a layer of goose bumps on his back.

At this moment, he seemed to remember something, lowered his head and pulled away the backpack he brought from the real world - the prop he bought before the last copy had disappeared, and the mezzanine that had been deliberately vacated was empty.

Mo Yi picked up the flashlight and hurriedly walked around the room. After confirming that there was no second backpack in the room, he let out a long sigh.

fine.

The product introduction of this game will not lie, but will deliberately conceal some key information to mislead the player. So when he bought this backpack, he had already made the worst plan, that is, the game gave him a physical backpack that equipped with props - then this ten thousand points is equivalent to being wasted.

After all, he bought a smart backpack to use the props in the dungeon at any time. What is the essential difference between a physical backpack that specializes in the props and the backpack he actually brings?

And now he doesn't have a physical backpack around him, that means...

Mo Yi controlled his faintly excited mood and silently said in his heart: Backpack.

Immediately afterwards, a row of grids appeared in his mind, and the grids were those dazzling transparent glass beads, with names and uses marked under each glass bead.

A thin layer of sweat broke out in Mo Yi's palm holding the flashlight, and the heat surged in his heart dispelled the coldness that filled his body.

His eyes were amazingly bright and pursed, and the corners of his lips showed his uneasy heart.

Mo Yi tried to silently recite the name of one of the props.

A hard and cold little bead appeared out of thin air in the empty palm, pressing tightly against his palm, indicating its presence.

He curled the corners of his lips.

While subconsciously rubbing the smooth surface of the glass beads, Mo Yi tried several words in his heart.

Finally, when he talked about "retrieval", the glass beads in his hand disappeared out of thin air as they came, and then appeared in the grid in his mind.

Mo Yi felt the enthusiasm surge, and the excitement in his heart could hardly be hidden. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, but the curve of his lips could not be pressed.

The money spent on these ten thousand points is really worth it.

With the habit of this game, it is as difficult to buy such sincere products in such a store of varying quality as gold hunting in a sand, especially buying such valuable things - it is like winning a lottery!

Or... it is indeed a product in the membership store!

Mo Yi finally realized the superiority of senior members and felt that his original decision was not wrong.

He suppressed the excitement in his heart, and then looked at the smart backpack in his mind again with a rational evaluation.

——In fact, the space inside is not large, there are only two pages, one is five grids, and the sum is only ten grids.

Although it is still a bit regrettable, this is no longer a pitfall in this game.

In other words, if it has no shortcomings at all, it will arouse Mo Yi's suspicion and defense, worrying about where it hides a pit waiting for him.

Overall, this is Mo Yi's most satisfied shopping.

He casually turned his backpack to the second page, then suddenly became stunned, his eyes staying on the first grid on the second page.

There was a familiar prop in that lattice.

It was a brown teddy bear, with old and soft fluff falling off, and a pair of dark and clear eyes without any dust. It looked very much cared for.

Mo Yi was stunned for a while and remembered the introduction of the smart backpack in the store - "can automatically store props in the dungeon".

Since that's the case, then... is this teddy bear a prop that can be used in the dungeon? That's why it is automatically stored in the backpack?

He looked at the name and notes under the plaid that was decorated with a teddy bear, and saw in disappointment that the label "Teddy bear" was marked below, while the introduction next to him was three gray question marks, and did not say what the use of this prop was.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and closed his smart backpack. After all, this mystery could not be solved for a while. Now is not the time to waste time and energy here.

He carried his backpack on his shoulders again, then slowly moved the flashlight, and the whole picture of the room was revealed in front of his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and observed his environment thoughtfully.

The whole room looked messy and swelling. In the narrow space, there was only the restraint bed where Mo Yi woke up. The ground, walls and even the ceiling were covered with strange and crazy graffiti, showing a dangerous face in the darkness.

Dark brown blood covered the house, and a strange dark red appeared under the light. There were several clearly-contoured blood handprints printed between the graffiti on the wall, which made people feel chilled all over.

Mo Yi walked around the back of the binding bed, reached out and raised the sign hanging on the head of the bed, illuminated it with a flashlight, and tried hard to identify the words on it.

The above is also covered with messy graffiti, with blurred handwriting and yellowing and wrinkled edges. The only thing that can be identified is the words at the top of the brand:

“■■■■Psychiatric Hospital.”

Not much useful information.

Mo Yi frowned and put the sign down again. As it fell with inertia, it hit the head of the metal of the binding bed, making a slight collision sound in the dead darkness, stirring up a slight unknown echo.

He walked away from the bed and stood beside the wall. His cold fingers clenched the flashlight in his hand and moved his wrist slightly to illuminate the pattern on the wall.

After getting closer, Mo Yi discovered that the graffiti on the wall was not drawn by crayons or something, but was dug out with deep clasps with fingernails.

Under the cold white light, the digging marks that were deeply trapped in the wall left a shallow shadow. The residue of flesh and blood and the fragments of nails were embedded inside the wall. The traces of blood flowed down the deep dents, solidifying on the wall into a dying posture.

Everything in this room was chilling.

The whole room seemed to be manifesting madness and despair, showing a grim smile in the darkness, and a terrifying gesture was coldly settled.

Mo Yi frowned, a gully frowned at the center of his brows, and a pair of dark eyes shone on his pale face.

He seemed to think of something, slowly, thoughtfully took a step back, and then raised his flashlight to light up the entire wall.

In the dim halo, the messy and unorganized lines on the walls seem to slowly gather together, forming a complete image—

A huge butterfly.

Mo Yi took a breath of cold air, and a chill suddenly rose from the soles of his feet and rushed towards his head.

Its huge and twisted body covered most of the room, and the huge pattern on its wings stared at Mo Yi standing in the center of the room like a godless eyes, with long curved tentacles reaching to the ceiling.

The dead, twisted, weird insect was deeply carved into the wall by nails and flesh, strange and ugly.

A few crooked words are written in blood in the corner of the wall:

“stop”

Blood flowed down the wall from the sunken part of the word, looking like a wound cut by a sharp blade, while blood flowed out of the wall along the wound.

Mo Yi's fingers holding the flashlight tightened slightly a little. He took a deep breath and made sure there was nothing else worthy of his attention in the room, so he turned around and walked out the door.

I don't know why... the copy this time is too quiet.

There was no loud noise from players talking, and no other sound. Although we knew that the dungeon was only opened after all players arrived, Mo Yi always felt an uneasy feeling in his heart that was difficult to dispel.

It seems to be completely isolated.

The silence and darkness around Mo Yi gave him the illusion of being on an isolated island.

There was no life, no sound, only the huge ugly insect on the wall of the room behind him stared at him in the darkness with his godless eyes.

This copy gave him a feeling...very uncomfortable.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, pushed open the half-closed door and walked outwards. Outside the door was a long corridor, with dark holes on both sides so deep that it was as if the huge open mouth was quietly dormant, waiting for the arrival of the next victim.

Under the faint light of the flashlight, the messy scenes of the corridor were revealed, and the messy tables and chairs were overturned in the corridor, and countless dirty documents and paper were scattered on the ground. The wheelchair with a restraint fell down on the side, and the broken belt lay miserably on the ground.

There were messy blood on the ground and on the walls, and dried blood footprints on the ground stretched towards the end of the black holes in the corridor.

Mo Yi took a step towards that place and accidentally touched the wheelchair lying on the ground. The empty and harsh metal sound sounded in the corridor, which seemed particularly clear in the silence.

Suddenly, without warning, the mechanical female voice rang:

"Hello, welcome to the large-scale live escape game - stayalive."

Mo Yi's mind was bombarded with messy information, and the momentary chaos was almost impossible to sort out. The uneasiness that had been suppressed and ignored by him just now surged like mud rising from the bottom of the river, squeezing his thoughts.

This time the copy...

In the absence of rendezvous to the players—
Chapter completed!