The elevator door slowly opened.

Mo Yi's heart was beating uneasy in his chest. He subconsciously stretched out all his muscles and waited quietly—

The yellowish dark light shines through the slowly enlarged door cracks, making the mottled dark marks on the iron elevator door gradually become clear.

Mo Yi was used to the dark eyes in the corridor being stinged by the light that suddenly spread in front of him, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

Through the half-dry blood that covered his eyelashes, his eyes were mixed with bright red and dark yellow, and the dizziness brought by the sudden light seemed like a distorted abstract painting, which made him unable to help but feel an unreality from the bottom of his heart.

Mo Yi blinked and looked into the elevator intently.

The elevator was empty and there was nothing.

There are no bright and dazzling blood, no hideous and twisted corpses, and no disgusting creatures that rush out the moment the elevator opens-

This is just a narrow and ordinary elevator.

He did not dare to relax, so he took a step forward carefully, stood by the elevator, and then leaned forward to look above the elevator-

The metal top looks a bit old, with rusty spots distributed next to the lights, and everything is normal so that it makes people unable to believe their eyes.

Mo Yi slowly let out a long sigh, his thoughts were a little complicated, and he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a disappointment in his heart.

He stuffed the brushed magnetic card into his pocket and then stepped into the elevator.

The coldness in the corridor was almost cold and cold, and the temperature in the elevator was very normal, which almost made Mo Yi's skin, which was cold and sweaty due to the pain, feel a little warmth.

The moment he stepped into the elevator, the metal elevator door made a hoarse and rough friction sound, and then closed it behind him, making it completely a narrow and tight iron box.

Mo Yi turned around and looked at the inner door of the elevator, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

I saw that there was nothing in the place where the button board should have, just an empty metal plate, shining in the dark yellow light, and a number was displayed on the screen above:

-3

Mo Yi's eyes fell on the clear number and frowned - so, the place he is in now should be on the third floor underground.

No wonder there are no windows in that entire corridor.

Just when he was in a daze, a small upward arrow appeared next to the number -3, and then the entire elevator suddenly shook, and the sound of the machine starting and the friction between the slide rails sounded in the narrow and closed space.

The elevator started to move.

The sudden sense of weightlessness caused Mo Yi to shake his body and subconsciously reached out to hold the wall of the elevator next to him, but he didn't expect to touch the wound on his hand, which made him breathe in pain.

The pain that was deliberately forgotten just now was like a dog skin plaster that could not be shaken off. The cold and sticky body, like a snake, tightened the nerves, and then mercilessly tightened the body, crawled into the bone marrow along the pain.

Mo Yi was sweating in a cold sweat. He gritted his teeth, lifted his eyelids in the dripping sweat, and looked at the black and white screen next to the elevator door.

The -3 is still displayed on it, but the upward triangle next to it is flashing at a constant speed.

The slight vibration of the elevator under him and the sound of the machine running in his ear reminded him that the elevator was moving upwards.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of the prompt from the beginning of the game:

"The top is the bottom".

Many questions popped out of his mind instantly, filling his thoughts:

Will it have anything to do with the direction of the elevator?

If it is related... does that mean that he is not walking upwards now, but moving deep into the mental hospital?

Mo Yi stared at the upward little triangle flashing on the screen, and his eyebrows were frowning tightly.

——Unfortunately, there are still too few clues now, and there is no way to judge.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the doubts in his heart, then used his complete palm to pull the backpack behind him, and zipped the backpack open with some difficulty-

□□The cold fingers covered with dried blood fumbled in the backpack for a while, and soon found what he needed.

He looked up at the numbers on the screen again. The big -3 still had no change, and the only move was the small triangle - it seemed that it would take a while before reaching the other layer.

Momo took a deep breath, simply bent his legs and sat on the ground, and then arranged the things he found in his backpack on the floor one by one.

The situation you encounter after reaching the -2nd level will only be more dangerous, and it may be difficult to deal with with his current finger state.

It’s better to handle it in advance in the elevator now and continue to take action after you go out.

Mo Yi raised his injured left hand and looked at his palms in the dim yellow light in the elevator.

The removed thumb drooped softly in a twisted posture, with only a thin layer of flesh connected between the joints, and thin and hard bones poked the soft skin, as if it would appear from the wound in the next second.

He had a fair skin that was prone to leaving traces. From the joints of his thumb to the back of his hand, he was extremely dark purple-red and blue-black, which looked shocking on his pale to almost transparent skin.

Mo Yi's eyelids drooped slightly, and under his long eyelashes were dark eyes. The clear iris reflected the scene in front of him.

——When he was in that room just now, his actions were carefully considered.

Removing your thumb is not the only option, but it is the safest.

There are props in his backpack that can deal with the scene at that time, but he is not going to use them. After all, the props that can be used in the dungeon have a long cooldown, and now this dungeon has just begun. If you use it now, you will be helpless if you encounter a more urgent situation.

What's more...Mo Yi was still a little worried about that random debuff.

He once talked to Jiang Yuanrou about this issue. Jiang Yuanrou used it once when she didn't know that there would be side effects on the props. She was lucky at that time, and the side effects were just pollen allergies. However, another player with the same copy as her randomly received debuffs.

——In such a dangerous and dangerous copy, blindness almost means being sentenced to death.

Therefore, Mo Yi was not ready to use props until the crisis moment when he had to use it.

In addition... in the second copy, Wen Chen once gave Mo Yi a bone, so after the second copy ended, he specifically checked the information and learned it. Although he did not have much practical experience, at least he was not completely confident.

He can try not to hurt himself when removing the bones, and he is also sure to take the bones back and control the injuries he suffered within an acceptable range. This is more insurance than the side effects of gambling props for his own life.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, then slowly fumbled through the uneven bones under the thin skin with his complete hand. The severe pain followed. His expression did not change much, but his face turned a little whiter.

He looked up at the lights on the ceiling, the dark yellow light occupied his pupils, his teeth clenched—

Then I beat my fingers hard!

A crisp "gaba" sounded in the closed elevator, and the staggered joints were pushed back in an instant. The clear sound of bone friction made the teeth feel sore.

Mo Yi's whole body was trembling involuntarily, and he was breathing silently and violently, as if a dehydrated fish was dying and deeply inhaling the cold and dry air, as if this could relieve some pain.

He slowed down and looked down at his palm.

The deformed bones on the hands have returned to normal. The deeper the shocking blue-black on the back of the hands, a thin layer of red is now appearing on it.

Mo Yi tried to move his fingers.

A stinging sting came, but fortunately, at least it could move.

He gasped for a while with some trembling breath, reached out to pick up the thing that had just been spread on the ground, and then skillfully treated his wounds.

This time he did not choose to use anything to fix his dislocated knuckles. After all, this dungeon hasn't started for a long time. If his left hand cannot move now, it will have a great impact on his subsequent actions.

Mo Yi used his right finger to skillfully wrap the bandage around the palm of his hand, then tied a knot on the back of his hand, bit one end of the bandage with his teeth, and pulled it hard, successfully bandaging the injured area tightly.

He wiped the fine sweat beads on his forehead with the back of his hand, and then accidentally touched a slight burning pain.

Mo Yi then remembered that he was also injured on his forehead.

He used a little remaining gauze to dip alcohol to disinfect the wound on his forehead, then wiped the blood that covered his eyes casually. After confirming that his vision would not be blocked, he picked up the things scattered on the ground and stuffed them into his backpack.

Everything was almost done, Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at the screen beside the elevator door.

The number above is still at -3, and the small upward icon is still flashing evenly. After several minutes, the number above suddenly changed:

-2

Mo Yi's heart twitched slightly, and the feeling that he didn't know what it was suddenly hit. Before he could react, he felt the elevator under him tremble suddenly!

He subconsciously held the cold wall of the elevator and stabilized his body.

The originally smooth zipline sound suddenly became sharp and harsh! The loud roar of the machine braking sounded, and the entire elevator suddenly fell down again!

A cold sweat broke out behind Mo Yi.

The light above my head suddenly became dimmed, and the slightly yellow light flashed in the elevator.

The elevator stopped moving, and seemed to be parked in mid-air.

The closed elevator dimmed.

Mo Yi raised his head and stared at the screen. No matter the numbers or triangles were flashing, it seemed to be frozen.

Only in his ears could he hear his slightly rapid breathing and the harsh moans and moans that kept ringing from time to time.

At this moment, the lights in the elevator flashed, and then suddenly went out-
Chapter completed!