Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

One hundred and twenty-four chapters

Jiang Yuanrou said: "What?"

Mo Yi turned her head to look at her, a pair of dark black eyes squinted slightly, glowing amber like light under the flashlight:

"The most symbolic symbol in this copy is the butterfly, which will appear on the wall after the player leaves the illusion, such as the butterfly in the room on the negative second floor, and this one."

He pointed at the wall behind him.

Jiang Yuanrou looked at his fingertips, his eyes fell on the ugly butterfly dyed with blood silently resting on the wall, and nodded gently: "Yes."

Mo Yi looked down at the butterfly painted behind the medical record folder, Shen Sheng said:

"All butterflies appeared because of the end of the illusion, and they were all painted with blood, with one exception:"

He looked up at Jiang Yuanrou, his pale finger point on the handwriting below the medical record, and then Shen Sheng said:

"And, there, I saw the same words."

Jiang Yuanrou was faint and took the thin, dusty medical record book from Mo Yi's hand subconsciously.

Mo Yi loosened his hand loosely, then stretched out the door of this room and whispered, "Let's go."

The two walked out of the room one after the other, the only light in the hallway flashing blinkingly not far away, and the cold and murky walls and the dirty floor were out of the shadows.

On the floor was a half-solidified pool of blood shed by the man who had been nailed to the wall. Thick dust and blood swelled in the terrifying space.

Mo Yi hurriedly strode over the scattered paper and broken furniture on the ground, striding forward.

Then he stayed under the pale, cold light tube, which made a humming noise on the top of his head, which illuminated this part of the corridor-and the half-open black door on the side of the corridor.

Mo Yi stood in front of the door and shot the door with a flashlight.

The room was dark and icy as usual, and the light beam of the flashlight moved slowly in the room, lighting up the scenes inside.

The iron bed he woke up was lying crookedly deep in the ward, above which was a tie strap broken by Mo Yi, quietly imprinting a deep shadow on the cold leather.

In front of the iron bed was the dirty sign, and the faint handwriting was hidden in the darkness.

Mo Yi stepped into the room, Jiang Yuanrou's brow frowned, and he followed.

He stopped in front of the iron bed, and the lamppost of the flashlight fell on the wall opposite the iron bed--

Jiang Yuanrou's gaze moved in the direction of the beam of light in his hand. When she saw the pattern on the wall, she frowned slightly, then frowned, and her gaze stuck tightly to the wall.

I saw that under the pale light, the wall was covered with dark brown blood, and the dazzling half-dried blood stains printed deep shadows. Numerous messy graffiti constituted a huge butterfly, lying quietly on the ground On the wall, she stared at her with wooden patterns like eyes.

Jiang Yuanrou's eyes stared at it tightly, and then slowly took a step forward, only to discover the difference between this butterfly and several others.

The other butterflies are drawn on the wall with blood, and this butterfly ... seems to be buckled on the wall with your fingernails.

The undulating undulating lines are semi-coagulated blood and flesh residue, and the remaining nails are deeply embedded in the wall. Just watching can make the scalp numb.

Jiang Yuanrou's eyes fell on the **** words in the corner:

"STOP"

She turned her head to look at Mo Yi subconsciously, and she was about to ask something, only to see him move suddenly without warning.

Jiang Yuanrou's words couldn't help but get stuck in her throat, but she watched Mo Yi fumbled with something in the room, she found her voice for a while, and asked her voice to lower her voice:

"……What are you looking for?"

Mo Yi took a moment to turn around and looked at Jiang Yuanrou, then quickly turned his eyes, and then continued to look down:

"A tool for suicide."

Jiang Yuanrou was taken aback: "... what?"

As soon as her voice fell, she only heard the squeak of an iron bed being dragged in the small room, and the metal feet raised a spark on the rough concrete floor.

Mo Yi realized the ambiguity in his words, stopped his action of pulling the iron bed, and stood up to look at Jiang Yuanrou:

"... not suicide."

He paused, organized his language, and continued:

"The process of breaking a cocoon into a butterfly is a death for the butterfly's larva, and this should also be pursued by Edwin's evil personality. He believes that the existence of human beings is an ugly caterpillar, and only death will bring new ones. Life is like a butterfly. "

Jiang Yuanrou narrowed his eyes slowly and whispered:

"Death is life ...?"

Mo Yi nodded hurriedly, and continued with some fascination: "According to Edwin's obsession with butterflies, the key to leaving his spiritual world should be in this room."

Jiang Yuanrou took the conversation: "So, we found the door, but we just didn't find the key. Does that mean?"

Mo Yi nodded, then continued:

"According to the previous reminder of this copy, we are now trapped in Edwin's spiritual world, just like a larva trapped in a cocoon. To escape from this cocoon, we must" dead "once."

Mo Yi frowned a bit in distress, paused, and said in a deep voice:

"But ordinary death certainly will not only keep us from leaving, it will also let us really kill our lives ... so I said, we are looking for suicide tools."

Jiang Yuanrou nodded, then rolled up his sleeves and came forward, grinning at Mo Yi:

"I see, so you still let me do this, otherwise you might be old by moving a bed."

Mo Yi: "..."

He stepped back logically, giving way to Jiang Yuanrou, and then stood behind her and watched as she easily dragged the iron bed out of its original place—

Just then, Mo Yi leaned against the icy wall, and the bumpy wall shuddered slightly. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the ugly and twisted butterfly on the wall behind him.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared intently at the wall, as if thinking about something ...

Even Jiang Yuanrou didn't hear him calling behind him.

Mo Yi slowly stretched out her fingers, plunged her fingertips into the recesses on the wall, and slowly slid and rubbed along the direction of the line's undulations.

A sting came when his fingertips touched the eye-like pattern on one of the wings.

Mo Yi could not help but hissing slightly, and then seemed to be hot enough to lift his finger off the wall.

A drop of bright red blood dripped from his wound and slowly slid down the pale fingertips.

Mo Yi looked at the wall and saw a few drops of blood on the place he had just touched. Before he could do anything, he saw a flash of red light on the place where the blood was stained. Blood was absorbed into the wall instantly.

His eyes brightened.

It seems that those members have a copy of the test of membership, it seems that there is really something in common!

Jiang Yuanrou's gaze was also attracted by the blood on the wall, and she couldn't help but be surprised, she stepped forward:

"blood……?"

Mo Yi's eyes glowed with two lights, and he nodded. "It should be."

After that, he stuck his finger back to the place where he was just now. The pain felt instantly. Mo Yi frowned slightly, feeling that his blood was quickly sucked out of his body.

Jiang Yuanrou was preparing to do the same, but Mo Yi opened her mouth and stopped her:

"You wait first."

Jiang Yuanrou said: "Why?"

Mo Yi answered without asking: "Do you know where we are going to leave Edwin's spiritual world?"

Jiang Yuanrou frowned and didn't answer.

Mo Yi looked directly into her eyes and continued:

"You can think of it this way, this copy has two layers on the front and back. It will never end when you go out from here, but will enter the outer copy. After you get there, it will be your home.

Jiang Yuanrou stared at Mo Yi, his eyebrows still narrowed: "Why are you so sure?"

Mo Yi's complexion became paler, and her pale lips were slightly squinted:

"Just ... a friend's tip."

The sugar in the trouser pocket came with a slight hard feeling.

If this copy is closed underground, it is impossible for Wen Yan to enter.

And this sugar appeared, and its appearance is a hint in itself, indicating that they are not really underground of a building, but more like the existence of a parallel space.

Then after leaving here, you should come to the outer world of this copy-which means Edwin himself face to face.

Mo Yi seriously looked at Jiang Yuanrou and said:

"I'll ask you after you go out."

This copy is a test of Jiang Yuanrou ’s existence. Only by letting Jiang Yuanrou save her strength now can she realize her maximum potential after leaving Edwin ’s spiritual world.

Jiang Yuanrou nodded solemnly.

However, the existence of this butterfly is by no means sufficient for one's blood to feed, so when Mo Yi was already unable to support it, Jiang Yuanrou also put his palm on the wall.

The speed at which the butterfly turned red instantly doubled.

Mo Yi's eyes were slightly blurred, and the cold feeling spread from his fingertips to the whole body. He could hardly feel his fingers, only to notice that the cold and heavy drowsiness drove him down, numb. The senses can no longer feel pain, or something else.

Only icy.

I don't know how long, maybe a minute, maybe a century.

There was a click in Mo Yi's ear, as if the sound of an egg shell shattered, and it came into his mind through the layer of mist covering his senses.

The only thing in front of him seemed to suddenly disappear.

Mo Yi lost his balance instantly and fell forward staggeringly. He closed his eyes and waited for contact with the cold ground.

The next second, he seemed to be caught by something.

Mo Yi's chest was next to the other's chest, and his strong arm wrapped around him, hugging him firmly.

His face was buried in the neck of the other person, and the familiar smell surrounded him instantly, invading his senses--

It was like the mist in the pine forest after the rain.

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