Chapter 102

Mo Yi's breathing was slightly suffocated, and he subconsciously took a step forward. The light of the flashlight in his hand shook slightly with his movements, illuminating the outline of the blurred figure in front of him a little.

Jiang Yuanrou seemed to have noticed the approaching lights beside her, and her body moved slightly, turning her face towards Mo Yi.

Under the unstable light of the flashlight, her face was as pale as paper, with a trace of half-dried blood hanging beside her blood-colored lips. Her long curly light brown hair was scattered, and was clotted into strands by the blood.

She looked very embarrassed, but at least she was still alive.

Jiang Yuanrou looked at Mo Yi in a daze, and narrowed her out-of-focused eyes slightly under the light of his flashlight, as if she had not recovered.

Her eyes fell on Mo Yi, who was standing on the other end of the corridor. Her light brown pupils slowly focused. Her face was slightly stunned and she whispered in disbelief:

“…Mo Yi?”

Her voice was hoarse as if it had been scorched by fire, and it sounded as if her fingernails were scraped through the glass.

As soon as Jiang Yuanrou spitted out these two words, a heart-wrenching cough broke out in her throat. A bright trace of blood overflowed from her lips, making her look particularly harsh on her pale face.

Mo Yi took a few steps forward, stuffed the flashlight in his hand into the side pocket of his backpack, and then used his free hand to hold the hunched Jiang Yuanrou.

The palm touched a piece of cold and sticky texture. Mo Yi looked sideways slightly and saw that a layer of blood had been stained with his palm, which looked like pitch black tar in the dim light.

His heart tightened and he asked in a low voice:

"……How are you?"

Jiang Yuanrou's petite body felt cold when she touched, and she replied in a hoarse voice: "...It's okay."

She seemed to suddenly think of something, stretched out her palm with difficulty, held Mo Yi's arm hard, and her slender fingers fell deeply into Mo Yi's skin, causing a scorching pain.

Jiang Yuanrou suddenly raised her head, her light brown eyes were half panic and half nervous, she said with anger:

"key!"

Mo Yi was stunned and instantly thought of the old-style brass key he picked up in the room just now.

Jiang Yuanrou's pale face was stained with an abnormal blush, and her light brown eyes stared at Mo Yi in a panic. Her power was slightly deepened, and she said with difficulty:

"There is a key on this floor. I just lost it in the chaos. It is the key on this floor!"

Her breathing became rapid. Her slender palm released Mo Yi's aching arm, pressed the mottled and cold wall beside her, and then struggled to stand up:

"I...I have to go back and find it..."

A strong smell of blood spread at Mo Yi's nose, and Jiang Yuanrou's slender palm left a dazzling blood mark on the wall, and strands of blood slowly slid down the place where she touched.

She walked heavily, as if she was staggering forward with her will alone.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes, slowly withdrew his hands that he subconsciously wanted to help, then took a step back, and half of his body blurred in the shadows around the corner of the corridor.

There was no expression on his pale face, and his dark eyes were cold and quiet.

Jiang Yuanrou seemed to realize something was wrong, turned her head and looked at him with difficulty, and asked in confusion:

"What's wrong?"

Before Mo Yi could react, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him: "Get out of the way!"

——This sound?

Mo Yi's eyes widened slightly, and subconsciously opened his body. He saw a chair passing by with a tremendous force, then hit Jiang Yuanrou fiercely - and then, passing through her.

With a loud "touch" sound, the chair scattered fiercely on the wall. Jiang Yuanrou's pale face slowly showed a resentful smile, and then slowly turned into dark red blood, sliding down the wall like ice and snow melting, and accumulated on the ground into a dark pool of blood.

The lights in the corridor were dim and gloomy, and they were depressed and heavy. A light was lit in the flashlight in Mo Yi's hand, reflecting a small spot of light on the pool of blood.

His eyes stopped at that place, then turned his head and looked behind him.

I saw Jiang Yuanrou standing at the other end of the corridor, and the darkness in the corridor casts a blurry shadow on her face.

She gasped slightly, holding the wall beside her, as if the movement just now had exhausted all her strength.

Seeing Mo Yi look over, Jiang Yuanrou stepped forward, her pale face exposed to the dim lights of the corridor, and her messy hair and blood slowly bleached out of her abdomen were almost the same as the "Jiang Yuanrou" just now.

Although she seemed to be holding on for a while, her eyes were alert and sharp.

Jiang Yuanrou covered her blood-seeking abdomen, walked slowly forward a few steps, and then carefully stopped a few steps away from Mo Yi.

She glanced at the dirty blood with some fear, then took a deep breath and said to Mo Yi hoarsely:

"I need to know if you are true or false."

Mo Yi's eyes stayed on her for a moment, and asked, "...how do you confirm it?"

While locking Mo Yi's figure tightly with his eyes, Jiang Yuanrou bent over slowly, put a piece of sharp wood piece on the ground, and then slid it over:

"--Wound."

Mo Yi looked at her deeply, bent down and picked up the wood chips on the ground, and stroked it on his palm.

Bright blood beads slowly oozed out from the cut of the wood chips and flowed into the cuffs along his pale and thin wrists.

The strangeness in Jiang Yuanrou's eyes disappeared a little. She took a low breath, then took out another piece of wood and slashed her wrist.

Blood gushed out of the wound.

Jiang Yuanrou leaned most of her body against the wall, her face was pale with excessive blood loss. She took out half of her gauze from her pocket and simply wrapped her wounds.

When she raised her head again, she looked much calmer, and then she spoke weakly and explained:

"The incarnation it transforms on this floor is just a projection of human beings, so it cannot be hurt."

Mo Yi nodded, suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked:

"The key you were talking about just now..."

Jiang Yuanrou's face was a little depressed. She stood up straight while holding the wall, then walked to the outside of the corridor and said:

"That key is the key to leaving this building. You probably picked it up, otherwise she wouldn't have lie to you like this."

Her eyes fell on Mo Yi: "You don't need to give it to me now, it's the same for you and on me."

Jiang Yuanrou's face became paler, and she said to Mo Yi: "Come with me."

After saying that, she walked towards the place where the lights were on in the corridor, and at the end of the corridor was the elevator where Mo Yi had just left.

Mo Yi followed her pace.

Jiang Yuanrou's eyebrows and eyes were deep, and she said as she walked: "I have lived on this floor for so long, but I haven't found any clues. I already know how to leave this building..."

Her voice suddenly stopped.

The footsteps behind me stopped at some point-

Jiang Yuanrou turned her head and saw Mo Yi standing at the door where he had just picked up the key, staring at the dark ward thoughtfully.

As if he noticed Jiang Yuanrou's eyes, Mo Yi turned his head to look at her:

"Do you know how I knew just now that she was not Jiang Yuanrou's?"

Jiang Yuanrou was stunned, obviously not expecting Mo Yi to bring up this irrelevant topic at this critical moment.

"Because it's too clumsy."

Mo Yi lowered his eyelids and his eyes were deep: "Not only did he not doubt whether I was a teammate, but he also directly revealed his intentions as soon as he met. He was really not at the right time."

He raised his eyes, and deep in his eyes, like the horizontal and quiet surface of the black lake, he quietly stared at Jiang Yuanrou's pale face:
Chapter completed!