The sudden terror grabbed Mo Yi's heart fiercely, and the blood all over his body seemed to be cold in an instant, making him feel like he fell into an abyss and his whole body was stiff.

The cold fingers subconsciously pressed harder and clenched his jawbone, suppressing the bleak scream deep in his throat, turning into a vague low gasp.

The footsteps behind the thin wall suddenly stopped.

A suffocating silence spreads in the air.

Mo Yi suppressed the frequency of his breathing. There was only the rumbling sound of blood rushing in his eardrums and the sharp pulsation of his heart. One by one, it was rapid and clear, and it jumped in his chest.

He closed his eyes in the dark, his long and straight eyelashes trembled slightly, like the dying wings of a butterfly.

The retina seemed to be still imprinted with blood-red pupils, which looked hideous and terrifying in the darkness.

Mo Yi held the flashlight with his palm hanging beside him, and his spare fingers had already pinched the glass beads that had been reflexively summoned with consciousness just now.

The pale fingertips exerted a little force, as if they were restraining their desire to pinch themselves.

This prop can freeze the monster within three meters around him for five seconds. Although it cannot completely escape, it can still deal with some critical scenes.

The footsteps behind him rang again.

It has become closer this time.

——It is only a wall separated from Mo Yi.

He could almost tell the sound of the soles rubbing against the rough ground, the dull sound of the heavy heels falling heavily on the ground, and the subtle, sharp, and harsh - metallic sounds.

The fabric behind the clothes was almost soaked in cold sweat, squeezed between the spine and the wall. The cold and cold touch penetrated into the body through the skin and slowly spread into the gaps in the spine.

Mo Yi's muscles were stiff and tense, and a cold feeling spread from his back to his limbs. It seemed that the round glass ball between his fingers was just a little warm.

The footsteps seemed to pause for a while, and then slowly, heavily, dragged away.

The sound of the soles of the feet rubbing against the ground slowly left the distance with the sharp and sharp metal sound, slowly becoming smaller and weaker in Mo Yi's ears until he could no longer hear them.

Mo Yi then put down his fingers that were tightly covering his lower half of his face. His palms were cold and sweaty. The dull pain caused by the stiff muscles on his fingers surged like a tide, causing his fingertips to twitch slightly.

His expression remained unchanged, but he let out a long breath and then slowly opened his eyes.

——The blood-red eyes were still staring at him in the dark, hideous and terrifying.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Mo Yi's heart still jumped when he saw this scene again.

He quickly calmed down, his brain turned and analyzed like a meticulous and complex machine, and quickly came up with the most likely hypothesis-

It's no threat.

Mo Yi has always been confident in his ability, so he slowly relaxed all his muscles, changed the glass bead in his hand to another spare hand, and then moved slightly in the opposite direction in the darkness.

He moved his fingers slightly and turned on the flashlight at the lowest latitude.

A bloody corpse appeared under the light. His arms were raised high, and his palms were nailed to the wall with thick nails. On his hideous and pale face, his blood-red eyes widened unwillingly, looking empty in the direction of the door. Inside his eyes were dying fear and despair, like dusty glass beads.

The most terrifying thing is that there is almost only a skeleton left on the body. The internal organs in the belly flow down the gravity, and a greasy pool is piled up at the feet of the body. The blood-red skin and muscle tissue are carefully peeled off, and then nailed to the wall with nails, forming complex patterns on the butterfly squid wings.

Mo Yi subconsciously remembered the huge and ugly butterfly that he had picked out with his fingernails in the room where he woke up.

——Sure enough, it was dead.

He took a deep breath and then put the glass beads in his hand into his smart backpack.

Just now in the darkness, he remembered the amazing pool of blood on the ground and the dazzling drag marks on the ground. When he hid in this room, the flashlight illuminated the ground in a panic before turning it off.

The bloodstains dragged on the ground were dragged into the room.

So the "thing" in this room... is highly likely to be dead and pose no threat to oneself.

Mo Yi looked at the terrible corpse in front of him with some complexity. Although his guess was verified to be correct, facing such a miserable and terrifying corpse still shocked him.

However, perhaps because of the baptism of the previous three copies, Mo Yi almost no longer felt the surging of vomiting in his stomach.

He frowned and took a few steps back. The rich smell of blood that was almost condensed into substance almost made his sense of smell fail, and fiercely occupied his senses and nerves.

Just as he was refracting, Mo Yi seemed to have thought of something, pressed the flashlight in his hand slightly down, if a substantial beam of light was projected at the feet of the bloody corpse.

Next to the greasy internal organs, there was a small ball of coat, stained with blood and dust, but the logo on it was still clearly visible - it was a well-known sports brand.

Mo Yi frowned, walked closer, reached out to pick up the ball of clothes, and shook them away with force.

A strong and fishy smell came to my face, dust rose up, and wrinkled clothes unfolded.

Yes, it is indeed a very modern sweatshirt.

The expression in Mo Yi's eyes instantly sank, and a thoughtful light flashed in his dark eyes.

He re-casted the light beam in his hand onto the corpse, and saw that the man was wearing pants matching the sportswear in his hand, which was also contaminated with blood and could hardly see it was. In a corner of the room, a tattered backpack was lying.

The nylon fabric reflected 80% new luster under the light, and a big crack was broken on it, as if it was torn apart by some sharp weapon. The things inside fell to the ground in a mess, and a flashlight rolled down not far away.

A terrible guess hit my heart, making Mo Yi shudder.

The blood splattered in the room and outside the corridor where he woke up was old brown, while the blood splattered near the elevator and dragged into the ward was indeed semi-coagulated bright red.

The modern dress of this corpse and all kinds of familiar objects in the backpack-

This dead person is probably a player like him.

A chill rose behind Mo Yi.

What he entered this time was probably not a brand new copy, but more like a semi-finished product that had not been passed.

The past dungeon will be determined to begin after the player meets, and this time the game will be announced when he has only one person-

Perhaps it is because the previous wave of players had already met, and it is very likely... they have encountered an unexpected situation.

A more serious problem slowly surfaced.

Where is Jiang Yuanrou?

They must be in the same dungeon this time, and this game will not cheat them at this point, but the two of them should have been rumored to have two different places in the dungeon, and they should not be on the same floor.

Mo Yi's fingers holding the flashlight tightened slightly, and his eyes subconsciously looked at the thick darkness outside the ward door.

It seems that he needs to find the key card to open the elevator as soon as possible.

He turned his eyes to the corpse that was nailed to the wall with nails - there are also benefits to players who have already explored, after all, it can save a lot of the benefits of him searching for clues.

Mo Yi thought of it with joy in his pain, and then searched around the pocket of the jacket he was carrying in his hand, and there was nothing useful except some fragments of debris.

He threw the sportswear in his hand back to his feet and then stepped towards the player's broken backpack.

Inside are some familiar props that you need to bring to enter the dungeon. Almost every player with some experience will carry them. Mo Yi brings them enough and does not need to increase his own weight.

He flipped the things inside, and as he moved, a complete package of peppermint rolled out of his backpack, stained with some dust and blood on the ground.

Mo Yi stared at it and was slightly stunned. Subconsciously thought of the mist that was persistent in feeding him candy, and couldn't help but frown.

He pursed his lips, turned his gaze from the candy, then stood up from the ground and patted the dust on his body.

There is almost nothing valuable in this player's backpack, and perhaps to prevent players from killing each other, so after the player dies, the props they carry will be automatically recycled by the game and cannot be picked up by players in the same dungeon.

Mo Yi got nothing.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something, and then cast his eyes on the miserable corpse.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward a few steps - a sticky touch came from the slippery ground under his feet, and a stronger and more fishy smell of blood penetrated into his nostrils unstoppable, and the exposed bones and internal organs on the body were enlarged in his eyes.

Mo Yi held his breath and used his fingers to strode the pocket of the corpse's pants.

Through the thin fabric, he could almost touch the cold and lifeless skin of the corpse.

A crisp sound came from the darkness. Mo Yi's eyes lit up. He used his fingertips to take out the thing that was ringing in his pocket, and occasionally illuminated it with the flashlight in his hand.

It was a worn and yellowed paper page that was randomly folded into four folds, with dark brown blood and handprints remaining, perhaps because of the fact that it had been in the pocket for a long time, it looked slightly wrinkled.

Mo Yi spread it carefully to prevent the loud paper friction sound in the dead darkness.

Under the light, the things on the paper are revealed in slightest - this is the map of this floor.

Mo Yi's heart was slightly relaxed and left a little, and his eyes stayed at one end of the map for a moment:

There is an elevator marked there, and the ward next to the elevator is where he is now.

Immediately afterwards, another sign on the map attracted Mo Yi's full attention.

A room at the other end of the corridor is marked with the words "employee room", and next to the employee room is a blackened room. The dark and dark colors completely cover the room, and the sign on it cannot be understood at all.

Mo Yi gently wiped it with his fingers - the sticky touch touched on his fingertips, and the flashlight illuminated the blackened area.

It's blood.
Chapter completed!