The mechanical female voice echoed in the empty and dark corridor, as if it was oozing out of the walls in all directions:

“…Your only task is to survive in a mental hospital for six hours.”

Mo Yi took a deep breath, suppressed his messy thoughts, and then listened to the female voice's next words.

Just listen to it continue without any ups and downs:

“The following are tips for you:

Up is down, going is staying, life is death, you are me.

I wish you a happy game.”

The female voice disappeared, and the entire corridor returned to darkness and silence.

Immediately after, when the echo of the last byte disappeared into the air, the light above the head suddenly lit up without warning.

The cold and pale light tubes sizzled on the dirty ceiling, illuminating a small corridor in front of you. The blood and handprints on the walls settled into a dark brown color, making it clearer and more dazzling in the pale light.

The corridor not far away is still shrouded in darkness.

The tables and chairs and papers that were scattered on the ground were undulating in darkness, looking like some sleeping creature.

Mo Yi frowned, his cold fingers tightened slightly, and the metal tube of the flashlight under his palm was clearly angularly pressed against the skin, making it a little dull and painful.

In the past, the dungeons would start after the players met. This time, Mo Yi, a player, announced the beginning of the game before he saw it.

This is a huge change in the rules of the entire game. Such an unforeseen change makes the entire game full of uncertainty.

He slowly recited the prompt just now in his heart, chewing it word by word, but still gained nothing.

Mo Yi stood there observing the corridor where he was, and the half-blind light above his head illuminated the scene in front of him.

A whole sturdy brick wall looked indestructible, covered with dirty stains and dry blood, and the pale column of light of the flashlight slid into a place where the dim light could not be illuminated - this entire wall did not have a window.

This corridor is completely closed. Without a window, it means that the countdown cannot be seen, which also means that Wen Chen cannot enter this copy.

He cannot actively invade the dungeon unless the player in the dungeon accidentally puts him in.

The previous copy happened to be semi-closed, and half of the copy was exposed outdoors, so Wen Chen was able to enter the house.

Mo Yi couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Although he didn't think Wen Chen could bring him much help in the decryption, having such an NPC who was willing to save people at will is always a guarantee to prevent him from taking off.

The light gray eyes subconsciously appeared in front of him, and Mo Yi couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

I don’t know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Wen Chen looked at him... he was always incredibly focused, as if... it was not the first time they met.

Mo Yi frowned and dispelled the inexplicable thoughts in his heart.

The light above the head made a sizzling sound, emitting a faint light with difficulty, and the corridor in front of me was full of shadows, as if something was lurking in it, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Mo Yi stood there and paused, then chose a direction to walk forward.

The light of the flashlight always appears particularly weak and insignificant in front of the heavy darkness, and can only slightly illuminate the road in front of you.

The messy tables and chairs piled up on the ground in front of Mo Yi were blocking his face. He carefully bypassed the dusty obstacles and was cautious not to touch any item.

After all, this corridor is too quiet now. Once a sound is made, it will be bad if something disturbs the darkness.

Mo Yi walked forward slowly, and the dim light behind him stretched out his shadow. The front end of the shadow blurred into a dark darkness. The beam of the flashlight in his hand shook slightly with the amplitude of his movement.

The scent of blood rust and salty fishy smell became richer in the air, and the concentration gradually increased as Mo Yi approached every step. The thin blood mist that almost condensed into, and the dark corridor was filled with an unknown meaning.

Mo Yi felt his feet slip, and he felt a thrust in his heart. He hurriedly held the wall on one side and barely stabilized his body.

The light of the flashlight shines downwards, and the aperture swings across the ground, illuminating the feet.

Mo Yi's heart tightened slightly.

He saw that his feet were covered with bright red blood, covering the entire ground like a lake. Mo Yi could almost see the reflection of the flashlight in his hand on it.

Unlike the dried-out dark brown blood stains in the corridor, these blood stains are fresh, scarlet, dazzling, exuding the breath of death, and strongly imprinting the red deeply on the human retina.

Mo Yi's heart sank slightly.

His wrist raised a little, and he saw that the furniture around the pool of blood was covered with some blood, and the large pieces made people feel cold.

The blood stains on the ground were dragging and stretched into the thick darkness in the distance.

Mo Yi subconsciously breathed lightly and walked forward slowly.

On the side was the same room as when he woke up. It must be the wards of mental hospitals. The doors of some wards were deeply locked, and only through a piece of gray glass on it could you see some of the scene inside.

Some doors were open, and Mo Yi swept through the light of the flashlight, illuminating some dark corners inside.

There was no room with windows, but there was still cold air slowly seeping through, eroding the remaining body temperature on Mo Yi, making him unable to help but get goose bumps.

Every ward was messy, with beds, tables, chairs, and falling into dust incompletely, and blood stains dried up and solidified into dark brown spots almost everywhere.

Mo Yi carefully followed the blood that extended forward and moved his steps, bypassing one obstacle after another in front of him.

After walking for more than ten meters, he finally reached the end of the corridor.

It was a mottled iron railing, and the steel pillars on it were arranged in a diamond shape. Mo Yi tried to pull it, but found that it was still motionless, making only a rust-irritating ripple. The rust and dust were falling down with his movements, floating under the light of the flashlight.

Mo Yi leaned closer and found that there was a layer of steel door panel under the iron railing.

It seems...a bit like an elevator?

Mo Yi moved the flashlight in his hand to illuminate the wall next to him—

Sure enough, there were elevator buttons on the wall, but there was only one, and the signs on them were blurred and they could not see their original appearance.

Mo Yi pressed the button, and there was no movement in the elevator in front of him. He looked carefully and saw a narrow plug-in socket above the button.

——It seems that this elevator cannot be started without employee swiping cards.

Sure enough, all the dungeons won't be able to pass the level so easily.

Mo Yi sighed without any regrets, then turned his head and prepared to search the entire corridor carefully to find an elevator card that could start the elevator.

Just as he was about to turn around... there was a heavy and dragging footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor.

It seems dangerous and uneasy in a darkness.

Mo Yi's scalp exploded, and a chill oozed out of his heart, making his hands and feet cold, while his forehead was filled with hot sweat.

He subconsciously pressed the flashlight in his hand, then dodged and hid in the half-open ward.

Behind the back is tightly pressed against the cold and wet wall, and the cold and hard touch is penetrated into the bone marrow along the contact skin.

Mo Yi covered his mouth and nose with his palm to prevent him from breathing suddenly faster and betraying his position.

The heavy and heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer.

Step by step, it seemed as if stepping on his heart.

Mo Yi's eyelashes shook slightly, and his eyes slowly adapted to the heavy darkness in front of him.

——The bloody smell became stronger.

Mo Yi felt a little chilling on the back of his neck, and a chilling sense of danger came, and he turned his head stiffly as if he felt something.

Within his blurred and narrow vision, his eyes met a pair of blood-red eyeballs in the darkness next to him-!
Chapter completed!