Chapter 115

Mo Yi was shocked, and a fine cold sweat broke out behind him. He turned his head suddenly and looked at the place where the sound came.

I saw that next to the door he had just come out, there was a tightly closed door. The color of the door panel was mottled and ugly, and it looked like an old canvas. Dark brown spots were all over the door panel, as if they were drying blood.

The sound seemed to be coming from this door.

Unlike other rooms in this corridor, there is a welded rusty steel plate under the tightly closed door, tightly embedded on the wooden door, and a thin shadow below the steel plate seems to be lifted up.

It's like...a small window that handes something inside.

Mo Yi's heart was beating violently in his chest, and the shirt behind him was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his spine, but he couldn't feel the coldness.

His eyes were tightly stuck to the steel plate under the door, and he seemed to be unable to move his gaze away.

It seemed that there was a strange and ominous premonition in my heart that was shaking his perception, tightening his mind, pulling his nerves, bringing a sense of tremor that could not be ignored.

Just then, a hoarse and rusty creaking sounded in the dead corridor.

It is thin and sharp, like a sharp knife, shaves finely on the tense nerves of a person, making people's scalp numb.

The small steel plate was slowly lifted up, and the thin shadows below gradually expanded, and then a few thin, pale fingers slowly stretched out from the darkness.

Mo Yi's breathing stagnated for a moment.

The pale fingers were extremely thin and thin, almost a thin layer of skin wrapped around hard bones, looking like corpses.

But you can still tell at a glance that it is a pair of children's hands.

The thin, gentle childish voice came through the thick door, sounding ethereal and weird, and it repeated again:

"You're here."

Mo Yi's Adam's apple moved slightly, and a dry and painful feeling came. He took a deep breath and heard himself answering in a hoarse voice:

"right."

The faint laughter of the child came from behind the door panel, echoing in the empty corridor:

"You're really interesting."

Mo Yi had calmed down at this moment. He changed his position without a trace, moved himself to an angle, and his eyes were still fixed on the hand that was poking out from under the steel plate.

He controlled his voice and replied cautiously:

"Why do you say that?"

The childish voice behind the door sounds clear and clean:

"Generally speaking, you shouldn't ask me: Who are you? Why are you here? What's your purpose?"

The voice suddenly became mysterious: "Or... ask: Where has my companion gone? Is she still alive?"

Mo Yi's heart thumped, and his fingers subconsciously shrank slightly, but his face remained silent:

"Do you want me to ask these questions?"

As if he realized that Mo Yi was trying to take the initiative in his words, the child's voice suddenly became rough:

"Of course not!"

The thin fingers that poked out from under the steel plate suddenly tightened, and the sharp nails almost buckled into the wooden door panel.

The next second, the child's voice became sweet again:

"But... if you were asking the question, I might answer."

A layer of cold sweat oozed out from behind Mo Yi. He pursed his somewhat pale lips, and his voice was still calm:

"Well, who are you?"

The child chuckled: "You probably guessed it long ago? I'm Edwin."

Mo Yi's pale fingertips hanging beside him moved slightly, and the frequency of his breathing changed slightly - he did guess so, but he didn't expect the other party to give the answer so easily.

He continued to ask in the order of the questions Edwin said just now: "Why are you here?"

Edwin's voice was filled with some resentment and viciousness: "Of course I was locked up."

Mo Yi's heart was beating violently, and a thin layer of hot sweat broke out in his palm, which was so wet that it was very uncomfortable. He controlled his breathing and continued to ask:

"Who is it?"

Edwin giggled: "Of course it was the other Edwin."

Mo Yi's fingers slowly tightened, and he was a little scared.

——When he was in that room just now, he actually had some vague guesses in his mind.

Those corpses from toys to small animals to humans are obviously experimenting and growing in killing techniques - exactly the same as the way players died on those two floors.

This copy is a mental hospital, and the name of this mental hospital is Edwin... This made him unable to help but have some related associations.

However, all of these were just one of the guesses in Mo Yi's mind, and he listed at least four or five possible guesses in his mind. The appearance of this copy without more evidence and clues made him unable to narrow the scope.

And the "Edwin" on this layer... actually said it directly?!

Mo Yi frowned tightly, but he could not refute the conjecture proposed for a moment. All the evidence pointed to the same point-

What the other party said was right.

This mental hospital is called Edwin because Edwin himself is a mental hospital.

The men on the third floor, the women on the second floor, and the children on the other floor, are all the same people, Edwin.

So at the beginning of the copy, you will say: You are me.

The completely blank information room on the minus second floor proves this conclusion again: because this mental hospital itself is not a real building, it is naturally impossible for the document room inside to have any information.

But Mo Yi still felt a faint uneasiness in his heart.

But, if this is true...who is the person who pushes him on the third level?

What does the butterfly that has been appearing on three floors mean? Is it just a symbol of murderous murder?

It seemed that I realized that Mo Yi hadn't replied for a long time. When the child's voice sounded again, there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice:

"Why don't you speak?"

Mo Yi came to his senses, took a deep breath, and maintained the calmness of his voice:

"Nothing, I'm just scared."

Edwin laughed, his giggling roaring in the corridor, sounding a little scary, and after half a minute, he suddenly stopped, his voice was a little congested:

"She likes to kill women, he likes to kill men, and I only like toys and small animals."

His voice suddenly became terrifying and low:

"So they locked me up."

Mo Yi recalled what Jiang Yuanrou said before. In the dungeon she had experienced before, the boss slaughtered the players by separating the number of days by gender. If Edwin was really schizophrenia, then he did show only two personalities.

He narrowed his eyes, stared at the finger that stretched out from under the steel plate, and suddenly opened his mouth and asked the third question he asked him to ask:

"Do you have any purpose?"

Edwin slowly shrank his finger back, and the steel plate was left with a narrow gap again. His voice sounded muffled behind the door panel, and it reached his ears in a thin and gentle manner:

“Of course…mutual benefit.”

Mo Yi's heart twitched slightly, and an unknown premonition suddenly arose from his heart.

"Look behind you."

The weak childish voice sounds innocent and innocent.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked behind him-eyed looking down the window to the corridor opposite...

I saw a familiar, petite figure standing at the end of the corridor, stiff, with a slightly lower head, and long curly brown hair hanging down. The deep shadow blocked her face, revealing only her pointed pale chin.

Mo Yi's heart jumped up frantically, his hands and feet were cold, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, flowing slowly down the fiery temple.

He subconsciously took a step forward, and the situation in his eyes became clearer-

Jiang Yuanrou walked slowly along the corridor at an extremely slow speed. The patterns of dark green wallpaper on the corridor walls seemed to be moving and rotating without a trace.

Her movements were stiff, as if she was being controlled by something, and she walked towards the end of the corridor step by step.

Mo Yi's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes fell at the end of the corridor.

There was a dark red door, bright, rich blood, as if blood was slowly flowing down the straight door frame, and the dazzling blood was deeply imprinted on the wall.

——"The top is the bottom".

——"Go away is staying."

If Edwin was right, although they were taking the elevator slowly up, they were actually moving slowly towards the depths.

If Jiang Yuanrou walked out of that door, then she would be leaving at the deepest part of this copy...

Then she will be left forever.

Mo Yi's heart was pulled up hard, and a cold feeling spread from the soles of his feet, pressing straight up to his head, and a huge tremor spread along the nerves to all parts of his body.

He took a sudden step forward, rushed to the window, and subconsciously slapped the cold glass with his palms.

There was a "bang" vibration and sound from the glass, and he heard his hoarse voice echoing in the dead and narrow corridor:

"Yuan Rou!!!"

Mo Yi slapped the blurry and hard glass hard, and there was a hot pain like rubbing sand and gravel in his throat. A sharp pain came from the base of his injured fingers, as if the rusty knife was cutting the nerves hard, bringing a palpitations.

At this moment, the gentle, child's voice rang behind him.

His voice sounded cold and smooth, as if some gloomy cold-blooded animal slowly wriggled and contracted its soft body, leaving cold and slippery marks on the skin, causing goose bumps and physiological tremors:

"——You let me out and I will help you save her, how about it?"
Chapter completed!