Ninety-six

Mo Yi's fingers pressed against the cold door panel, and his knuckles, which were white with force, were stiff and curled up, shining with a slight light in the darkness.

His breathing was extremely light, as if he pressed all the sounds in his body into the deep water, and all the surging and ups and downs pressed under the thick ice layer.

The half-closed door slightly exposed the gap, and a slight light came in outside, and the vague sound of footsteps passed through the half-closed door and clearly entered the eardrum.

The sharp and sharp sound of metal is even more obvious.

It seemed like the slight sound of the sharp edge dragging on the ground.

What brought Mo Yi the strongest sense of crisis did not come from outside the door.

——But behind him.

The whole room seemed to be filled with a strange low temperature, and the gloomy and wet air penetrated into the skin like a cold blade. The sharp pain spread from the peripheral nerves all the way up to his head, causing small particles to float on his exposed skin.

Mo Yi couldn't help but recall the map, painting the room with thick dark black blood, like an ink mark representing unknown things, and it was undesirable in his mind.

The unknown darkness behind Mo Yi made Mo Yi thorn on his back, and his muscles tensed up all over his body.

At this moment, not far outside the door lit up without warning - a slight sound of electric current sound above the corridor, and the dim and faint light illuminated the half-way corridor beside it.

Then it flashed violently like a flash of light and returned to darkness in the corridor.

Mo Yi's palm pressing on the half-closed door panel stiffened uncontrollably, his pupils shrank slightly, and his breathing was a little unstable for a moment.

At the moment when the lights were on, he saw the figures flashing in the corridor—

There was only a tall and blurry shadow, shining by the light into Mo Yi's narrow and limited vision. He slowly dragged his steps, dragging a huge long knife behind him, scraping sharp and sharp metal sounds on the ground.

The sound of the soles of the shoe rubbing against the ground in sync with his movements, echoing in the dead corridor, making the scalp numb.

Then - the lights went out.

The footsteps in the corridor suddenly stopped as the lights disappeared.

——Not to slowly move away, but disappear in an instant.

The swamp-like darkness and dead silence enveloped Mo Yi, and the coldness that was so thick that it was almost physically approaching, and Mo Yi slowly climbed up the terrifying ice and coldness.

He listened with his breath, no sound, as if he was exiled from the world, and such a deep silence made Mo Yi feel scared.

At this moment, a violent uneasiness suddenly erupted in his heart, as if every cell was clamoring for danger! He shouted deep in his mind - Run!

Mo Yi was shocked. Before he could react, he felt that the door under his palm suddenly moved.

There was only a loud "bang" sound!

A deafening bang sounded in the dead darkness—

The door panel closed at an almost violent speed!

Mo Yi's throat tightened. In the silence that had settled down again, he could only hear his rapid breathing and heartbeat rumbling. A ridiculous but reasonable guess suddenly surged in his heart, which made him cold...

Everything that happened just now seemed to be manipulating his actions.

The only purpose is to... induce him to take the initiative to step into this room.

The sharply soaring adrenaline caused a fine and dense cold sweat to emerge on Mo Yi's forehead, his palms were cold, and the heart in his chest was beating as if he was about to jump out of his throat, but his mind was unexpectedly calm.

It was as if the soul and the body were separated, watching everything calmly.

He closed his eyes hard, took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions that were surging in his heart, and then turned around.

Mo Yi's dark eyes were like cold mercury, slightly hidden under his long and straight eyelashes, staring at the bottomless darkness in front of him.

His fingertips moved slightly and turned on the flashlight held in his palm.

With a light "click", the cold and pale light immediately illuminated the house a little. The round lamp post was blocked by the physical objects in front of it and twisted into irregular shapes.

In front of me was a cold iron bed, reflecting pale light under the flashlight. There were many binding belts tied from top to bottom. The edges were rough and white, and the bottom was slightly off-lined, which was a trace of being worn and torn.

Mo Yi held his breath, moved the flashlight in his hand slightly, illuminating the old instruments beside the iron bed-

Countless wires hang quietly above, and electrodes with invisible colors are connected to the end of the wires, and they are densely hung to the ground.

The darkness exuded an unbearable filthy smell, as if the smell of salty, fishy, ​​rusty, blood mixed with the smell of rotten bodies, dust and bacteria fermented, slid in the room.

Mo Yi's Adam's apple moves slightly—

This is an electric chair used to treat psychiatric patients with electric shock therapy.

He took a few steps closer and found that the thin leather covered above the iron bed was covered with painful scratches and torn marks, dark brown spots scattered, and several scratches were still broken nails.

shocking.

Mo Yi raised his wrist slightly, and the beam of the flashlight illuminated the scenery in the distance with his movements—

Only then did he realize that the house was much larger than he thought, covering an area of ​​almost the same as five or six wards. It was separated by many dirty curtains and could not see the entire house at a glance.

Each curtain is covered with spots of stains, dark brown and light brown, with countless complete or incomplete handprints on it. I don’t know if it is a stain or a dry blood stain.

Blood slowly flowed out under a curtain close to Mo Yi, spreading extremely slowly. The viscous and rich blood pooled under the light showed a dirty dark red, like some living creature.

The whole room was as quiet as if it was isolated from the whole world, with only death silence.

Mo Yi's fingers holding the flashlight tightened slightly, and the cold sweaty palm felt the edges and shapes of the metal in his hand.

He took a step forward, stretched out his spare hand to grab the curtain, then pulled it hard and pulled it away.

The harsh and rusty metal sliding sound and the sleek cloth sounded, revealing the full picture behind it—

Even though Mo Yi was mentally prepared, his heart still jumped and then he frowned tightly.

There was another iron bed in front of me. Unlike the empty electric shock bed just now, this bed... has someone on it.

A man was tied firmly on a mottled and rusty iron bed with his limbs tightly controlled, his head and face were covered with blood, and his head was firmly fixed on the iron bed by an iron hoop. A long ice cone followed his eye sockets and penetrated his eyeballs and penetrated straight into the skull. The edge of the iron bed was covered with semi-coagulated blood, and the blood on the ground was mottled, making people feel cold.

Mo Yi's eyes fell on the platform next to the iron bed, with iron tools such as blood-stained awls and hammers scattered on it. There were dark brown marks below the blood, and it was impossible to tell whether it was rust marks or old blood.

He pursed his lips, his eyes slightly sunk.

——Leukocerebral lobe leukotomy.

A very popular treatment for mental illness in the 1940s and 1950s was to achieve the purpose of "curing" mental illness by extending an awl similar to an ice cone into the patient's eye socket and then removing part of the nerve fibers in the anterior lobe of the brain.

The man was dead—the ice cone chiseled his eyeballs and penetrated them straight into his head.

Mo Yi leaned against his side and pulled open another curtain beside him.

There was also an iron bed there, with a bloody man lying on it, his belly was wide open and his bloody organs were naked. In the cold air, a big hole was drilled in his head, revealing red and white brain tissue.

The man's face was ferocious and twisted, and the restraint belt on his wrist was tightly buckled into the flesh, shaving out blood.

After seeing the instruments on the two iron beds just now, Mo Yi quickly thought of the therapy on this bed:

Craniotomy and surgical procedures.

The treatment of mental illness is achieved by exposing the patient's brain and removing the "sick" organs.

Mo Yi noticed that although the clothes on these two men were stained with blood, they could still be identified as modern clothing - they should also be players who died in this dungeon.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and rotten smell, and Mo Yi coughed twice with a choking sound. He took two steps back with difficulty in breathing.

However, at this moment, a slight metal sound sounded without warning in the silence of darkness—

"Click".

The slight collision sounded particularly clear and harsh in the dead silence, almost touching Mo Yi's heartbeat.

His breathing stuttered slightly, looking in the direction of the sound.

Under the cold and pale light column of the flashlight, the metal buckles of the two tightly clasped restraint belts on the bed automatically loosened, making a "click" sound.

The man on the bed in front slowly turned his head, and the long ice cone in his broken eyes trembled, staring at him with another blood-covered gray-white pupil.

——"Click"

Another man's congested eyes turned around on his twisted and ugly face, and he slowly looked at Mo Yi, and the bones in his cervical vertebrae made a creaking and creaking sound.

"Click".

Mo Yi subconsciously took a step back, then turned around and ran towards the door. He held the handle on the door tightly with his sweaty palm, and then shook it hard.

But the door was as if it was poured with copper and iron, and it was tightly attached to the door frame, and it seemed that it was not affected at all.

Mo Yi could hear his burning and rapid breathing and the sound of blood rushing in his chest. Everything else seemed to be moving away from his mind, only the slight metal collision sound was clear and loud—
Chapter completed!