Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 101

Tick, tick.

The soft sound of water sounded in a depressing silence, and the end of the corridor was blurred in a deep darkness, giving a wordless pressure.

Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then walked down the hallway along the sound of water.

The long corridor was quiet and dim, and the light above the head made a faint noise, the cold white light was dimly sprinkled on the floor, reflecting a slight light.

The deep corridor is like a dark hole, with an open mouth wide, and the sound of drops of water from the inside is faintly heard.

Tick, tick.

Mo Yi deliberately eased his pace and slowly walked in the direction of the sound. There was a dead silence in the long corridor, and he could only hear his breathing and the tedious ticking.

The sound became clearer as Mo Yi approached, and a low echo echoed through the narrow walls, almost making it difficult to tell where it came from.

The further forward, the more dim the lights.

The air was vaguely filled with familiar blood.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, and the cold, dry air slid into his chest along his respiratory tract, and his mind was a little clearer.

He took the flashlight out of his backpack's side pocket and pressed the switch with a click.

The beam of light of the flashlight then lights up instantly, illuminating the sight in front of him.

A little bit of blood on the ground meandered from his feet into the darkness in the corridor, flashing weird light under the lights.

Mo Yi squatted down, stretched out a finger and gently wiped one of the blood.

Wet, cold, and sticky, but still a liquid touch on the fingertips.

He lifted his finger and looked carefully under the flashlight's light. There was a dazzling blood red on the pale fingertips-still fresh.

Mo Yi stood up, pressed his wrist down, and the light of the flashlight firmly followed the dripping blood on the ground and stretched out toward the corridor.

The **** smell lingering on the nose was more intense.

The shape of the blood on the ground also changed from dot-like drip marks into large swaths of blood, which messed up on the ground, and was chaotic by numerous footprints. It looked shocking.

The ticking sounds in the ears became louder, as if radiating from the surrounding walls, like a curse lingering in the ears.

Mo Yi pursed her lips and stood still on the messy ground in front of her eyes.

The bloodstains here look a bit older, and most of the blood pools have dried up, deep and shallowly printed on the ground and the walls around them.

The door to the ward nearest the blood was open.

On the half-covered lintel was splattered dried blood stains, leaving dark red dazzling marks on the pale door panel. Inside the door was a deep darkness, and only the blood spilling under the lintel was visible.

Mo Yi turned to her side and shot the flashlight in the open door.

Even though he was ready, he couldn't help but startled.

I saw that this ward was empty, there was only a half-overturned bed, and the ground was chaotic, as if it had gone through a big battle.

And the most striking is the pattern on the wall, painted with blood--

It was a huge butterfly, composed of semi-solidified dark red blood, meandering on the wall, and twisted lines crisscrossed to form a weird and strange picture.

Its body is bloated and ugly, its wings are like the immortal huge markings, like its hollow eyes, which makes people feel cold when they look back.

Mo Yi walked inward subconsciously for a few steps. The sticky blood on the ground made a soft sound of water under the feet, and the slight sound of the soles squeezing the residual blood on the ground was particularly clear in the silence.

Just then, he seemed to have stepped on something hard.

Mo Yi stopped and took a flashlight to his feet-I saw a metal key lying in a pool of blood, which looked quite old, shining brightly under the flashlight's light.

He bent down and picked up the key from the pool of blood on the ground. His fingers and palms were inevitably stained with blood on the ground, stained mottled on the pale skin, and looked quite scary.

The key was made of brass. One side of the key was stained with a strong dark red color because it was soaked in blood, while the other side was the original color, shining yellow Chengguang under the light.

Mo Yi glanced over and over again, and found nothing special, nor did he find any reliable clues that would reveal the usefulness of this key.

But it looks like an important item.

But according to the habits of this game, how can he put important props in such a prominent place for him to discover?

unless……

Mo Yi lowered her eyelashes, and the long eyelashes cast a deep shadow on the pale face, completely covering the thoughtful eyes.

There was a little speculation in his mind.

The finger subconsciously rubbed twice on the smooth surface of the key, and then turned the tip of the finger slightly to fit it into his pocket.

Mo Yi walked around the room with a flashlight, and after confirming that he hadn't missed any other clues, he turned away from the room and continued to walk in the direction of the sound of water.

The ticking sound of water ticking relentlessly in the empty hallway, as if it was a murmur of murmur, one beep, one non-stop, rhythmic tapping, which made people a little upset.

The palm of Mo Yi holding the flashlight tightened slightly, his cold fingertips touched the palm of his other end, and his manicured nails scratched the flesh, causing a slight pain.

His breathing was gentle, his pace was cautious and silent, and he moved forward under the torch light.

The sound of water droplets became louder.

Mo Yi came to the second branch in this corridor, which was divided into two roads in front.

The blood that gradually became thicker at the feet extended into the corridor on the right, leaving uneven marks on the ground. There were even a few incomplete blood footprints on it, which looked quite dazzling in the dark light of the flashlight.

The corridor on the left is a deadly darkness, no lights, no sound, only a suffocating silence.

Mo Yi frowned, and he stood for a moment and thought for a moment.

Then he held his breath, and listened to the movement in the dark, his ears constantly ticking from the corridor on the right.

He walked in the direction of the sound, and the flashlight in his hand swept into the darkness in the hallway, dissipating some of the deep and thick shadows inside, and also illuminated one of the fuzzy outlines—

Mo Yi was startled and tightened subconsciously.

I saw that fuzzy shadow bounce slightly in the dark, exposing the familiar outline under the flashlight's light.

Mo Yi's pupil narrowed slightly, taking a breath.

——Jiang Yuanrou? !!

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