Chapter 104:

Chapter 104
Tick, tick.
The sound of water passed through the thin door panel, and it was introduced into the ears regularly and unhurriedly, arousing a weak echo in the dark.
Tick, tick.
In the sound of clear water drops, Mo Yi seemed to hear something mixed in it ...
Thin, soft, mixed with the sound of rhythmic drops of water.
Mo Yi held his breath and slowly moved closer. The auricle was close to the cold and hard door panel. The almost stinging cold penetrated into the contacting skin, bringing a slight tremor.
With his movement, the voice seemed to be much clearer.
That seems to be ...
Cry.
A weeping cry sounded in a thick darkness that almost condensed into a solid, echoing in the air like a thin silk thread, slowly penetrated into the ear, and circled along the spine.
Mo Yi's heart was cold and cold, and the exposed skin instantly became a layer of goosebumps, soaked in cold sweat from the back.
Tick, tick.
The weird and soft cry was mixed with the sound of water droplets, echoing like a cold murmur in the dark and narrow corridor.
I don't know if it is Mo Yi's illusion ... He always felt that the crying sound was slowly approaching.
Then-slowly became clear.
Mo Yi couldn't help but be shocked by the thoughts in his heart, and stepped back subconsciously away from the tightly closed door panel.
He stood in the dark, suppressing the gasp in his throat, and the cold sweat behind him stuck his thin clothes to his body, aroused a deeper chill in the icy hallway, staring closely at the door panel in the darkness.
Weak weeping sounds penetrated the door panel, penetrated the wall, and penetrated into the eardrum like thin tiny needles.
Mo Yi's scalp exploded.
-Not his illusion!
The crying sound that had to be approached just now became clear at this moment, even if he pushed away so far he could still hear ...
He glanced up at the corridor in front of him, his brain turning sharply and thinking.
Now it's too far away from the only room where I could hide, and the front is too dark. If I turn on the flashlight, it will be exposed, just like suicide.
dilemma.
Can only bet on it.
Mo Yi's breath was slightly short, he tightened his stiff fingers, swallowed a saliva subconsciously, and his dry throat suddenly became hot as if he swallowed a blade.
Then, with his cat on his waist, he walked swiftly and whispered into the deep corridor.
Mo Yi supported the wall with his palm and carefully fumbled forward in the dark. He tried a few times before he dared to settle down, for fear of stepping on something to make his voice sound.
Fortunately, the corridor on the negative second floor is not as full of chaotic debris as the negative third floor, but it is clean and almost empty. Mo Yi encountered no obstacles along the way and walked smoothly.
The crying sound behind him became clearer.
The thin choking sound passed into the eardrum, almost covering the sound of the ticking water, only the sound of crying echoed in the dark hollow corridor.
Just then, Mo Yi heard the rusty metal sound of the door handle twisting behind him.
The sound of squeaks sounded clear and clear in the dark silence.
Mo Yi's breathing was chaotic, and his heart almost touched his throat. A sense of weightlessness walking on the edge of the cliff suddenly struck him, almost choking him.
His palm suddenly felt empty.
Mo Yi's eyes lightened slightly, and the dark pupil lit with bright light-great!
Sure enough, an entire corridor cannot have only one room!
He pressed his fingers firmly against the hard, icy corners of the wall in the dark, and then accelerated inward.
Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the door handle being twisted away, and the soft friction of the door panel on the ground.
... the door was pushed open.
Mo Yi blinked and hid behind a wall.
The thin weeping sound slowly walks in the air like a snake, like a moist and sticky stream of water digging into a person's pores, and is then clearly transmitted to Mo Yi's ear.
There was a goosebump behind him.
With the cry, footsteps sounded slowly, stepping on the corridor step by step, as if stepping on Mo Yi's heart.
At the same time, there seemed to be a fine sound of friction sounding, as if the fabric had been dragged to the ground.
Mo Yi's back was tightly against the cold wall behind him, and he frowned slightly. He stared thoughtfully at a corner in the dark, his eyes slightly out of focus.
When he was in the negative three floors just now, he also heard footsteps and friction with metal.
Is there any connection in this?
The whining cries approached, as if they were coming directly to his ears, making Mo Yi unable to stop his cranky thoughts, straining the muscles on his body and holding his breath subconsciously.
Tick, the ticking sound seems to come from out of reach.
Ears were crying with the footsteps approaching, whispering in the ears, and echoing gently in the silent corridor.
Mo Yi's fingers tightened unconsciously, and a cold sore throb came from the previously injured thumb, which went up the nerve and choked his throat.
The pain sharpened his senses.
So is darkness.
Cries and footsteps passed through the room where he was hiding without stopping, then slowly walked deeper into the corridor.
It seemed to turn a corner, the sound slowly diminished, and then gradually went away.
The crying sound became weak again like a gossamer, slowly pulled away from the distance—
The sound of water drops in the background has become the main soundtrack again. It rhythmically and relentlessly sounds in the dark, slowly dropping drop by drop, and it becomes extremely kind in Mo Yi's ears.
He slowly exhaled, his suffocated feeling left, as if the big stone pressed against his chest was suddenly moved away.
But Mo Yi dare not take it lightly.
If the footsteps of this floor are similar to the previous floor, it will come back sooner or later. The time is very tight now, and every minute and a second cannot be wasted.
He listened in the dark for a while, after confirming that the sound had moved away, groped in the darkness and went out.
Mo Yi raised his head, and the lights at the other end of the corridor flickered faintly. Although he couldn't illuminate the road in front of him, it was always a psychological comfort.
He tiptoed to the door of the room he hadn't opened just now.
The door was already open at this moment, and a narrow gap was slightly exposed in the darkness. A regular ticking sound came along the door slit, and it sounded clearly in the darkness.
Mo Yi carefully pushed the door with a finger to open a gap for one person to pass.
The rusty sound of the creaking door shaft sounded in silence, and it sounded extremely loud in Mo Yi's ear.
His breathing was stagnant, his movements froze, and his nerves tightened to the extreme--
Mo Yi listened motionlessly for a while in the darkness, and after confirming that the sound he had just made didn't startle anything else, he leaned over his side and walked in through the open door slit.
The smell was more intense, and the sweet smell of rust slid into the lungs along the nasal cavity, accompanied by the cold air bringing a slight pain.
This room is very large.
At the end of the room was a small lamp, emitting a faint light that was of little use.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes, his gaze had adapted to the darkness, and he could discern the blurred outline of things in the room.
This should be a room for people with mental illness. The entire room is lined with two rows of dirty and obsolete bathtubs from beginning to end, extending from one end of the room to the other.
Tick, tick.
The sound of water sounded in the darkness.
Mo Yi took a tentative step forward, slamming his motion, and his eyes slowly fell into a bathtub at the other end of the room.
In a deep, dark darkness, there was a undulating shadow.
Mo Yi's heart pounded.
— That bathtub ... doesn't seem to be empty.
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