Chapter 118

Mo Yi's eyes were slightly closed, and his dark pupils stared at the traces of being knocked open on the door, and then he exerted a little force on his palm.

The door opened silently to the inside, and the gloomy darkness poured out from the slowly expanding crack of the door.

He shone the flashlight in his hand into the door, and the pale pillar of light passed through the dark room filled with dust, revealing a blurry outline of shadows.

There was silence in the corridors and rooms.

Mo Yi held his breath slightly, subconsciously tightened his fingers holding the flashlight, then took a step and walked into the door.

As the pace deepened, the blurry outlines slowly and clearly exposed to the light.

Mo Yi slowly mobilized his wrist, and his eyes slowly patted the room with the movement of the flashlight beam. The more he looked, he couldn't help but feel a little scared-

This room... looks like an execution room.

The cold walls around it frame a small and closed space. There are no windows or wallpapers on the bare walls, revealing dirty iron-gray walls, stained with large dark brown spots, which seem to be dry blood.

Various strange-shaped iron objects are piled up scattered on the walls and the ground, with reddish-brown rust marks and dark brown blood on the sharp edges, which makes people reluctant to think about their use and how to use them.

The room was filled with a weird smell that could not be ignored, as if it was a long-sealed stale bloody smell mixed with the pungent smell of heavy disinfectant water.

Mo Yi frowned and looked around the room. He raised his wrist and shone the light in his hand towards the end of the room. He saw that there seemed to be a door in the darkness.

He walked carefully through the iron torture instruments piled up on the ground and slowly walked to the door deep in the room.

The door was still half-closed. Mo Yi shook the ground with a flashlight, and a bright beam of light flashed across the ground - there were new traces on the dust accumulated on the ground, and the door must have been opened not long ago.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, then gently pushed the door open with a little force with his fingertips.

A bloody smell that was so strong that it almost condensed into a solid body came to my face instantly. It was an amazing strong rust smell that could cause almost everyone's physiological discomfort, just as if the mountains of corpses and seas of blood were hidden behind this door.

Mo Yi coughed a few times when he was choked, forcibly suppressing the discomfort in his stomach, then frowned and looked into the door.

I saw countless pale limbs winding up and down in the darkness, reflecting pale light in the thick and deep shadows.

Semi-coagulated blood flowed between the overlapping limbs, and deep dark red liquid traveled between the pale limbs and blurred facial features. The sharp contrast of color almost stings Mo Yi's eyes.

The room was filled with broken bodies, with heads stacked with □□, broken limbs scattered in a mess, and the bloodless wounds showed bright red and curled muscle structures and white bones, which looked like a sickly and distorted oil painting.

Mo Yi frowned tightly, and the rich smell of blood and despair in the room almost made him unable to breathe.

He reached out to cover his mouth and nose, his face was pale and solemn. His eyes fell slightly on the pile of corpses for half a second, and then slowly moved away from his gaze.

The light of the flashlight was slowly moving in the room.

Mo Yi soon discovered some clues of incongruity in the room - some of the corpses were obviously turned over, the broken and broken limbs were lifted to one side, and there were also some vague overlapping footprints in the pool of blood on the ground.

He walked forward a few steps, and the sticky touch of the semi-coagulated blood came from under his feet, which sounded particularly loud in the dark and closed room. He changed the angle and looked at the inside of the separated pile of corpses.

I saw that in a pool of blood, an incomplete cabinet was half-sinked to the ground. Snow-white paper was poured out of the cabinet and scattered in the dark red viscous blood. The dark blood stains stained the edges of the paper and painted an irregular and thin outline.

It seems to have been flipped in a mess.

Mo Yi took a few steps forward, picked up the piece of paper closest to him from the ground, and swept across the field with the light of the flashlight.

It was a medical record. Most of the handwriting on it was stained with dark red blood on the ground, and the specific appearance could not be recognized. Mo Yi slightly removed his finger and the patient's name on the top of the page was revealed.

That was a familiar name: Edwin Carter.

Mo Yi was slightly stunned, raised his legs and walked around the body that was hanging on the ground, walked a few more steps inside, and then picked up another piece of paper on the broken cabinet.

It was much older than the one just now, with dark yellow on the edges and scattered mold spots in the middle of the blood.

What attracted Mo Yi's gaze were the few blurry blood fingerprints on the side of the paper - it seemed that they had just been printed.

The more intense blood stinking and the dampness of the corpse were lingering at the end of his nose. Mo Yi frowned and barely avoided the pale wrists that had lost their vitality that were stretched out from the side, and the stiff fingers that were blue and white and purple, then looked down at the piece of paper in his hand.

This is still a medical record.

The handwriting on it is blurred due to its age and is vaguely difficult to distinguish under the light—

This seems to be a confirmed medical record. The specific types of mental illnesses and patient information can no longer be seen. You can only see the doctor's signature below the page - Edwin Carter.

Mo Yi frowned slowly, subconsciously rubbed the rough paper with his fingertips slightly, and his lips were slightly tightened.

Before Edwin was diagnosed with schizophrenia, he was a psychiatrist, which could explain why antihumanitarian treatments for mental illness appeared in the third floor, but what about the other two floors? Especially the torture room in this floor...

He sideways and avoids half of his stretched pale soles, then continues to reach inward toward another piece of paper lying on the ground.

At this moment, Mo Yi's movements suddenly stopped, and some vague sound seemed to be captured in his ears-

It seemed like a crackling sound, or it seemed like a scattered sound of the wall peeling off.

It seemed that dust fell on my face, a little itchy.

Mo Yi subconsciously raised his head, but suddenly met a pair of light blue, gloomy and unsightly eyes. The blood-filled eye sockets were stretched wide open, and half of his eyeballs almost rolled down from his eye sockets. Mo Yi could almost see the brightly colored optic nerves in it.

A layer of fine cold sweat broke out on his back. Before he could do anything, the dead pale palm on the road he had just passed suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

The entire pile of corpses seemed to begin to squirm slowly.

One after another, the broken limbs moved and struggled as if they were regained their lives, making a creepy sound of body friction and bones colliding in the dark.

Mo Yi was shocked. He reacted instantly and suddenly retreated out of the pile of corpses.

The pale limbs that were obliquely stretched out to him, emitting the breath of death and decay, and grabbed his wrists and ankles hard, trying to sink him into the dirty and bloody corpse forever.

Mo Yi struggled desperately, his heartbeat rushing into his chest like a drum, almost jumping out of his throat.

At this moment, he seemed to step on a broken limb in a pool of blood, and it slipped violently, his body's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell backwards.

With a dizzy moment, Mo Yi gritted his teeth and rolled out to the outside of the pile of corpses while he was falling down!

With this momentum, he actually broke through the pursuit of those limbs and hit the wall beside him in a dusty state.

Mo Yi used his palm to support the wall beside him and climbed up, his body was covered with dust and blood. He turned his head and looked at the pile of corpses behind him.

Under the shaking light of the flashlight, the pale limbs in the darkness were squirming, and then they struggled to move towards him.

Mo Yi's heart thumped, turned around and opened the half-closed door behind him and rushed out, then turned around and closed the door suddenly, locking the door behind the door panel with the strong bloody smell of the broken limbs all over the room.

The smell of blood in the air became lighter again, and the old smell of dust once again dominated.

Mo Yi reached out and pressed the door panel that was constantly trembling. His chest was undulating rapidly. The cold sweat behind him stuck his shirt to his back, bringing a gloomy coolness. He used his slightly trembling palm to take a stick-shaped iron from the side and clamped it on the door as a door latch.

Then he let go of his hands and slowly took a few steps while panting.

Although the door panel is still trembling, it is obviously much more stable and it is probably not knocked open for a while.

Mo Yi moved his wrist and let out a slight "hiss". He looked down and saw a deep bright red handprint on his thin and pale wrist, with a shocking green on the edge.

It seemed that it was the palm of one of the corpses being grabbed by the palm of the body while struggling just now.

He took a deep breath, shook his hand indifferently, and then used a flashlight to finally shine the door that was stuck by him.

The door stood quietly in the darkness and no longer moved.

Mo Yi touched the deep marks on his wrist with some regrets - but unfortunately he didn't see the content on the innermost sheet just now. He always felt that it was the key clue in this copy, a puzzle that could complete this copy.

But... why do those corpses suddenly start to move?

And the strange sound before moving...

Mo Yi slowly frowned, then focused on observing the room he was in. For some reason... He always felt that something seemed different in this room.

He pursed his lips and a guess surged in his heart.

Mo Yi strode out of the house. As soon as he opened the door, the scene in the corridor made him slightly stunned.

——The corridor has almost changed a lot. The dark green wallpaper covered with the corridor has become old and dirty, curled and fell off, and it can hardly recognize the original color, revealing the dark gray wall skin below it. There are deep spider-web-like cracks on the wall, spreading along the corners of the wall to the ceiling. The dust and broken wall skin are falling down, leaving shallow marks on the torn and greasy carpet.

The entire corridor seemed to have experienced an earthquake, or it had been 50 years.
Chapter completed!