Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 97

Mo Yi shook the immobile door panel with his cold hands. With his movement, a tear-like pain came from the tiger's mouth, which invaded his heart hotly, but still couldn't dispel the chill that leaked from the cracks in his bones.

It was like falling into a rapid glacial river in the cold winter, the cold, numb, heavy ice water dragged his limbs and dragged him into the cold dark abyss.

-"Click".

The sound of the unfastened belt buckle clearly came from behind him, and the awl usually pierced the brain straight through the eardrum.

The cold air smelled of sticky, stinky blood and rot. With Mo Yi's rapid breathing slipping like a respiratory tract, his chest was stabbed like thousands of tiny ice needles, and his brain was awake.

Mo Yi realized that the door panel in front of her could not be opened, and gave up the act of continuing to shake decisively, turning sharply.

The flashlight's light shook with his movements, throwing the dimly floating light into the darkness behind him, shining a nightmare-like scene in front of him-

Several of the straps on the two beds were still unfastened, and two flesh-dead bodies waited silently.

Two symmetric faces slowly showed a huge and twisted smile, pale deformed lips pulled to the base of the ears, and turbid eyes stared at Mo Yi's figure tightly, slowly exuding amazing malice.

The dark and thick blood mixed with the visceral debris slid down the cold bed pillar of the iron bed, and the stinky blood smell became more and more intense, making people feel sick.

Mo Yi gritted his teeth, the blood on his face completely disappeared, his dark eyes stared tightly forward, and then rushed away in the opposite direction of the doorway.

As he crossed the pool of blood on the ground, a clearer "click" came from behind him-

Then the sound of the belt cracking sounded in the darkness, accompanied by the sharp "squeak" sound of the iron bed on the ground, all of which made it clear ...

The **** has been untied.

Mo Yi's breathing was quick, and he ran to the opposite direction with all his strength, and the dreary green dirty curtain was hanging in front of his eyes, blocking his sight and behavior like the overlapping barriers.

He stretched out his hand and opened the curtain in front of himself, and rushed forward. The iron hooks above the curtain issued a dying scream, and the sound of wind filled his ears, like a thin The silk thread usually tangled Moi's throat.

The sound of footsteps behind him is clear and heavy. Every step hits the heart heavily, bringing physiological shudder.

The blood smell was stronger.

Mo Yi raised his gaze during the run, his gaze touched the wall on the side, and his heart gave a snorting noise--

The dark red blood began to leak from the ceiling, and slowly slid down the wall, leaving serpentine traces on the pale mottled wall, and blood began to seep around the entire room, wriggling. Malicious spread along the blood and climbed, infiltrating into every pore.

Mo Yi's breathing was unstable, but a pair of extremely dark eyes were astonishingly bright, staring closely at a point in front.

He ran, tearing the curtains side by side, the blood stains on them were darker and darker, wrapping him like an endless quagmire, as if one could never end. A glance at the swamp.

Mo Yi's breathing became more and more rapid. Excessive exercise caused soreness all over his body. The lack of oxygen caused flashes of dizzy white light in front of him. Fine cold sweat spread all over his forehead, sliding down his tight eyebrow arch, and dripping into the collar among--

However, the sound of footsteps behind them was getting closer, and the distance between them was shortening every inch.

Mo Yi clearly realized that the situation was very bad.

At this moment, when the stiff arm pulled open a blood-stained curtain in front of me because of excessive force, my eyes suddenly opened up!

There is a door there!

There was a slight light outside the half-open door, faint but clear, as if hoping to wave at him!

Mo Yi's heart suddenly burst into a strong anxiety, as if a flash of lightning had broken into his skull, reflecting the thoughts in his brain with pale light--

From now on, all his actions seem to be under the control of this room.

Step by step, tempting him step by step towards his destiny.

And like a marionette, he couldn't control his actions. He was dragged by the irresistible inertia and slowly slipped into the dark bottomless abyss—

Mo Yi was all cold, like a falling ice cave.

His muscles were stiff, and the white light that was just a sign of hope in front of him now felt like a whisper of urgency, holding his heart tightly.

Suddenly, an idea rose from the depths of his confused thoughts, as Zhong Ming buzzed in the depths of his mind, almost shaking his head and feeling dizzy:

—— "To go is to stay, to live is to die".

Mo Yi went out and took a deep breath, then stopped abruptly and stood still.

The heavy footsteps behind him approached slowly, rubbing the sound of muddy procrastination on the ground, piercing the eardrum without hindrance.

The heart pounded uncontrollably, and hot sweat ran across the cold cheeks, leaving a burning sensation on the skin.

The uneasy premonition gripped Mo Yi's internal organs tightly, as if the molten iron had condensed and became cold in the abdomen, and then fell down. He was born with a sense of crisis that stimulated his nerve endings like a needle, forcing him ——

Run away! Run away!

Mo Yi gritted his teeth, closed his eyes fiercely, and tried his best to resist the light flying away not far from him.

He called up a prop and held the cold and smooth glass beads in his palm in case he needed it.

The beating sound of the heart and the scorching fiery breathing mixed into a chaotic sound, occupying all his thoughts.

The footsteps behind him were approaching, knocking on the cold echo in the empty room, procrastinating and heavy, wrapped in a strong **** smell.

The salty rusty smell spreads slowly in the oral cavity and merges with the **** smell in the nasal cavity, making Mo Yi almost difficult to tell whether his tongue has tasted the taste of blood.

Footsteps were close.

Mo Yi's fingers tightened subconsciously, and his manicured nails were deeply embedded in the sweaty palms. The cold glass beads gripped the palms of his hands. The sharp pain came from the mountain tsunami, tearing his tight nerves— —

Just then the footsteps stopped.

The whole room was filled with empty death, as if there were invisible winds swirling, the silence was unsettling and cold.

Mo Yi slowly opened his eyes.

The cold flashes of light in front of him almost made his face subconsciously.

He paused, and his violent heartbeat finally calmed down a lot. He turned his head again and looked at himself—

No doors, no roads, no lights.

The cold light of the flashlight illuminated the front of him. The front was empty. It was a wall. A familiar iron bed was a step away from him.

The mottled and rusted steel bed pillars reflected the cold light, and there were shocking scratches and bleak blood on it, which made people jump.

Above the iron bed were scattered straps and wires, all open and seemingly waiting for something.

The iron bed was so close to Mo Yi, as long as he was a few steps forward, he would fall to the bed on which the electric shock was performed.

There was a layer of cold sweat behind Mo Yi's back, and the wound in the palm of his palm hurt hotly.

-This is the iron bed he saw when he first entered the door.

He now seemed to know how the two dead players were tied to the treatment bed.

Mo Yi's throat moved slightly, a coolness struck, and he slowly looked behind him.

A horrific picture suddenly jumped into his sight-the walls were covered with dark red blood, and the dirty and discolored walls dyed a strange picture.

It was a giant butterfly.

The bloated and ugly figure is composed of thick blood, and the huge twisted wings have godless and deformed eyes, and they look down at Moi in the center of the room from top to bottom.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, depressing the extremely uncomfortable feeling rising from the bottom of his heart, and then looked away.

He moved the flashlight in his hand and shone at the rest of the room.

The room was far from the size he had just seen.

Several iron frames with dirty dark green curtains hung upside down on the ground. The dappled curtains pitifully settled on the ground full of semi-coagulated blood, and they were even stained without seeing their original appearance.

The two iron beds on which the corpses were lying were still placed where they had just been seen. Above them were two dead bodies. The dead gray eyes in the eye sockets looked at the ceiling indifferently. The murky and dark blood flowed down. It exudes a strange smell that is hard to ignore.

The restraint straps on it were tied tightly, leaving no trace of separation.

From this perspective of Mo Yi, the iron beds of the two corpses are located in front of the wings of the huge butterfly that covers the entire room, just on the pattern of eyes that are close to the wings, and they together constitute a weird pair. The extreme pictures, even just watching, are disturbing.

Mo Yi exhaled a spit, and wiped the sweat on his cheek with his wrist holding the flashlight, and then walked out the door.

He cautiously passed through a messy ground and the two iron beds with dead bodies, reaching for the doorknob.

-Still can't open.

Mo Yi couldn't help it.

what happened?

Before he could calm down and think about it, he just felt a violent attack from his side, pushing him to the side!

After a whirlwind of rotation, something cold and hard was caught under him, and the painful pain came along the nerves, making Mo Yi cant help humming.

But he did not fall to the ground.

Instead, he fell on the familiar iron bed with **** smell and heavy smell of fear—

The noise of electric currents came from the ears, sparks violently blasted in the dark, leaving sting marks on Mo Yi's retina.

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I've been a bit busy lately, so this week's update will be later than usual.

But the day is guaranteed, so little angels don't worry.

Thank you to all the little angels below, as well as thank you to Luo Fusheng Xiaojiao's wife and classmate ~

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