Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 94:

Chapter 94

Suddenly, the frightened horror gripped Mo Yi's heart fiercely, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly, making him fall into the abyss and stiff.

The icy fingers subconsciously pushed harder, clenching his own jawbone severely, suppressing the exclaiming exhalation deep in the throat, and turning into a vague low breath.

Footsteps behind the thin wall stopped abruptly.

The suffocating silence spread in the air.

Mo Yi suppresses the frequency of his breathing, only the rushing sound of blood in the eardrum and the sharp pulse of his heart, one beep, one rapid and clear, beating in the chest cavity.

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

The blood-red pupils were still imprinted on the retina, and looked dark and scary in the dark.

Mo Yi drew the flashlight on the palm of his body and turned it off, while the free fingers had caught the glass beads that had been called out by reflection.

The pale fingertips exerted a slight force, as if restraining their desire to pinch.

This prop can freeze a monster within three meters of the body for five seconds. Although he cannot get away completely, he can always deal with some critical situations.

The footsteps behind them sounded again.

It got closer this time.

-There is only one wall separated from Mo Yi.

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

The clothes behind were almost soaked with cold sweat, squeezed between the spine and the wall, and the cold and cold touch penetrated into the body through the skin, slowly spreading into the gaps of the spine.

Mo Yi's muscles were stiff and tense, and the cold feeling spread from his back to his limbs. The whole body seemed to have only some temperature between the round glass ball between his fingers.

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

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

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

His face remained unchanged, but he took a long breath and opened his eyes slowly.

-Those blood-red eyes were still staring at him in the darkness, horrified and terrible.

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

He calmed down quickly, his brain turning and analyzing like a meticulous and complex machine, and quickly came up with the most likely hypothesis—

It poses no threat.

Mo Yi always had confidence in his ability, so he slowly relaxed his muscles, replaced the glass beads in his other free hand, and moved a few steps in the opposite direction in the dark.

He slightly moved his finger, turning on the flashlight to the lowest level of light.

A flesh-colored corpse appeared under the light, his arms were lifted high, and palms were nailed to the wall by thick nails. On the pale face, blood-red eyes widened unwillingly, staring emptyly in the direction of the doorway, and dying fear and despair were frozen in the eyes, like dusty glass beads.

The most terrifying thing is that almost only the skeleton is left on the body of the corpse. The internal organs in the belly flow down by gravity, and a greasy pool is piled up near the corpse's feet. The blood-red skin and muscle tissue are precisely peeled off. Then nailed it to the wall with nails, forming a complicated pattern on the butterfly wings.

Mo Yi thought subconsciously of the huge and ugly butterfly he had cut out with his nails in the room he was awake from.

-Sure enough, it is dead.

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

Just now in the dark, he remembered the amazing volume of blood on the ground and the dazzling trails on the ground, and when he hid in this room, the flashlight illuminated the ground in a panic before turning off—

Bloodstains dragged on the ground just dragged into this room.

So the "things" in this room ... there is a high probability that they are dead, and they do not pose a threat to themselves.

Mo Yi looked at the horrible corpse in front of him in a complicated way. Although his conjecture was verified to be correct, facing such a miserable and horrible corpse still shocked him greatly.

But perhaps because of the baptism of the previous three copies, Mo Yi could hardly feel the vomiting in his stomach at this moment.

He frowned and stepped back a few more steps, and the thick, almost solid **** smell almost made his sense of smell fail, encroaching fiercely on his senses and nerves.

Just refraction, Mo Yi seemed to think of something, and pressed the flashlight in his hand slightly down, if there was a substantial beam of light projected at the foot of the corpse with a fuzzy body.

Beside the greasy viscera, there was a small group of coats, stained with blood and dust, but the logo above was still clearly visible-a well-known sports brand.

Mo Yi frowned, walked forward, reached out to pick up the group of clothes, and then shook it vigorously.

The thick, **** smell came to the face, the dust rose up, and the wrinkled clothes unfolded.

Yes, it is indeed a modern sweatshirt.

The look in Mo Yi's eyes sank instantly, and a pair of dark eyes flashed a thoughtful light.

He re-projected the beam of light in his hand to the corpse, and saw that the man was wearing pants matching the sportswear in his hand. He was also almost contaminated by blood, and in the corner of the room was a ragged backpack.

The nylon cloth reflected 80% of the new luster under the light, and a large crack was opened on it, as if it had been torn with some sharp tool. The contents inside it fell to the ground, and a flashlight rolled down. Not far away.

A terrible conjecture struck Mo Yi and shuddered.

The blood stains in his awake room and outside the hallway were old tan, and the blood stains near the elevator and dragged into the ward were indeed semi-solid red.

The corpse's modern appearance and familiar items in the backpack-

This dead person is probably a player like him.

There was a chill behind Mo Yi.

He entered this time, I am afraid it is not a brand new copy, but more like a semi-finished product that has not been cleared.

The previous copy will be determined to start after the player meets, and this time the game was announced when he was only one person-

Maybe it's because the previous wave of players has already met, and it's very likely that ... it has already happened.

A more serious problem slowly surfaced.

Where is Jiang Yuanrou?

They must be in the same copy this time. This game will not pit them at this point, but the two of them should be passed into two different places in the copy, and they should not be on the same floor.

Mo Yi tightened his finger on the flashlight and tightened slightly, looking subconsciously into the thick darkness outside the ward door.

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

He cast his gaze on the corpse nailed to the wall-there are also players who have already searched for it, as well, after all, the benefit of searching for clues can be eliminated.

Mo Yi thought happily, and then rummaged around in the pocket of the jacket he was carrying. There was nothing useful except a few odds and ends.

He threw his sportswear back to his feet, and walked towards the player's broken backpack.

Inside are some familiar props that you need to bring into the copy. Almost every player with some experience will carry them. Moi is enough to bring them, and does not need to increase their own weight.

He flipped through the contents, and as he moved, a packed mint rolled out of the backpack, stained with some dust and blood on the ground.

Mo Yi stared at it for a moment, then subconsciously thought of the mist that was clinging to feeding him candy, and could not help frowning.

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 it may be to prevent players from killing each other, so after the player ’s death, the items they carry will be automatically recovered by the game and cannot be picked up by players with the same copy .

Mo Yi found nothing.

Just then, he seemed to think of something, and then projected his gaze on the miserable corpse.

He hesitated, then took a few steps-the sticky touch from the slippery ground under his feet, the thicker **** smell of blood penetrated into the nostrils, and the exposed bones and internal organs of the body magnified in his eyes.

Mo Yi held her breath and groped her body's pants pockets with her fingers.

Through the thin cloth, he could almost touch the cold, stiff, lifeless skin of the body.

There was a crisp sound in the dark, Mo Yi lighted up in front of his eyes, and pulled out the ringing thing with his fingertips, but then illuminated it with a flashlight in his hand.

It was a shabby yellowed paper sheet that was randomly folded into four folds, with dark brown blood stains and fingerprints remaining, perhaps because it had been in the pocket for a long time and looked slightly shrunk.

Mo Yi carefully stretched it out, preventing loud paper friction in the deadly darkness.

Under the light, everything on the paper is visible-this is the map of this floor.

Mo Yi's heart lifted slightly, leaving a little, his gaze stayed at the 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 thereafter, another logo on the map caught Mo Yi's full attention.

A room on the other end of the hallway was marked with the words of the staff room, and next to the staff room was a blackened room. The dark and dark colors completely covered that room, and it was impossible to figure out the logo on it.

Mo Yi gently swiped her finger on it-the sticky touch on her fingertips, and the black spot was illuminated by a flashlight.

It's blood.

Someone blackened the room with blood.

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