Chapter 115:

Chapter 115
Mo Yi was startled, and there was a fine layer of cold sweat in the back of the room. He turned his head sharply and looked at the place where the voice came.
I saw there was a tightly closed door beside the door he just came out. The color of the door panel was mottled and ugly. It looked like an old canvas with dark brown spots scattered on the door panel, which seemed to be dry. Long bloodstains.
The sound seemed to come from this door.
Unlike the other rooms in this corridor, there is a welded rusty steel plate under the closed door, which is tightly inlaid on the wooden door. Below the steel plate is a thin shadow that seems to be lifted. .
It's like ... a small window passing something in.
Mo Yi's heart was beating fiercely in his chest. The shirt on the back was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his spine, but he couldn't feel the coldness.
His eyes clung tightly to the steel plate under the door, and he couldn't seem to look away.
As if there was something strange and unpredictable in his heart, he was hitting his consciousness, clenching his mind fiercely, pulling his nerves, and bringing a sense of shudder that could not be ignored.
Just then, a hoarse, rusty squeak sounded in the dead corridor.
It is thin and sharp, like a sharp knife scraping on the tight nerve of a person, making the scalp numb.
The small steel plate was slowly lifted, and the thin shadows under it gradually expanded, and then a few thin, pale fingers slowly extended from the darkness.
Mo Yi's breathing stopped for a moment.
The pale fingers were extremely thin and thin, almost a thin layer of skin covering hard bones, looking like corpses.
But still can see a pair of children's hands at a glance.
The thin, soft child's voice came through the thick doorknob, sounding ethereal and weird, it repeated again:
"You're here."
Mo Yi's throat knot moved slightly, and a feeling of dryness and pain came. He took a deep breath and heard himself answering with a husky voice:
"Correct."
The thin child's laughter came from behind the door panel, echoing in the empty corridor:
"You are really interesting."
Mo Yi had calmed down at this moment. He changed his position without any traces, shifted himself at an angle, and kept his eyes firmly on the hand that protruded from under the steel plate.
He controlled his voice and replied cautiously:
"Why do you say that?"
The child's voice behind the door sounded clear and clean:
"In general, you shouldn't ask me: Who are you? Why are you here? Do you have any purpose?"
The voice suddenly became secretive: "Or ... ask: Where did my companion go, is she still alive?"
Mo Yi's heart jumped, his fingers subconsciously shrank, but his face remained calm:
"Do you want me to ask these questions?"
As if realizing that Mo Yi was trying to take the initiative of the discourse, the child's voice suddenly became rough:
"of course not!"
The thin fingers protruded from under the steel plate suddenly tightened, and the sharp nails almost snapped into the wooden door panel.
The next second, the child's voice became sweet again:
"But ... if it was you who asked the question, I might answer."
A layer of cold sweat permeated behind Mo Yi, and his lips were a little tarnished, and his voice was still calm and calm:
"Well then, who are you?"
The child chuckled and laughed: "You should have guessed it already? I'm Edwin."
Mo Yihang's pale fingertips moved slightly, and his breathing frequency changed slightly-he did so, but he didn't expect the other person to give the answer so easily.
He continued to ask in the order of the questions Edwin had just said, "Why are you here?"
Edwin's voice caught some resentment and viciousness: "Of course I was locked up."
Mo Yi's heart was beating fiercely, a thin layer of sweat was coming out of his palm, and he felt very uncomfortable with wetness. He controlled his breathing and continued to ask:
"Who was it?"
Edwin giggled: "Of course it was by other Edwin."
Mo Yi's fingers tightened slowly, a little frightened.
When he was in the room just now, he actually had some vague guesses in his heart.
Those corpses from toys to small animals to humans are obviously experiments and growth of killing techniques-exactly the same as the players' death methods in those two floors.
This copy is a mental hospital, and the name of this mental hospital is Edwin ... This makes him helpless to have some relevant associations.
It's just that all these are just one of the guesses in Mo Yi's mind, and he listed at least four or five possible guesses in his heart. This copy has no more evidence and clues. narrow down.
And this layer of "Edwin" ... actually spoke directly? !!
Mo Yi's brow frowned tightly, but he couldn't refute the proposed conjecture for a moment, all the evidence pointed to the same point-
The other person was right.
This mental hospital is called Edwin because Edwin is a mental hospital.
The men on the third floor, the women on the second floor, and the children on this floor, they are the same person, Edwin.
So the prompt at the beginning of the copy will say: You are me.
The completely empty reference room on the negative second floor proves this conclusion again: Because this mental hospital itself is not a real building, it is impossible for the reference room to contain any information.
But Mo Yi still had a vague sense of anxiety.
But if that's the case ... who is the one who pushed him on the negative third floor?
What is the meaning of the butterfly that has been appearing on three floors? Is it just a symbol of homicide?
It seemed to realize that Mo Yi hadn't answered for a long time. When the child's voice rang again, there was a hint of dissatisfaction in the voice:
"why do not you talk?"
Mo Yi turned back, took a deep breath, and maintained the calmness of his voice:
"Nothing, I was just scared."
Edwin laughed, and the giggling laughter echoed in the hallway, which sounded a bit shocking. After half a minute, he suddenly closed, and his voice was a little condensed:
"She likes killing women. He likes killing men. I only like toys and small animals."
His voice suddenly became horrible and muffled:
"So they locked me up."
Mo Yi recalled what Jiang Yuanrou said before. In the previous copy of her experience, the boss slaughtered the players by gender to separate the days. If Edwin is really schizophrenic, then he really only shows two Personality.
He narrowed his eyes, stared at the finger protruding from under the steel plate, and suddenly opened his mouth, asking the third question that the other party asked him to ask:
"Do you have any purpose?"
Edwin slowly retracted his fingers, and the steel plate had only a narrow gap left again. His voice sounded dullly behind the door panel, and it passed gently to the ear. :
"Of course ... mutually beneficial."
Mo Yi's heart jumped a little, and suddenly an unknown feeling rose from his heart.
"Look behind you."
The weak child sounded naive and innocent.
Mo Yi turned his head and looked behind him-looking down the window to the opposite corridor ...
I saw a familiar, petite figure standing at the end of that corridor. Her body was stiff, her head dangled slightly, her long curly brown hair hanging down, and deep shadows covered her face, only the tip was exposed. Pointed pale chin.
Mo Yi's heart jumped frantically, his hands and feet were cold, and a thin layer of thin sweat came from his forehead, flowing down slowly along the fiery temple.
He took a step forward subconsciously, and the situation in his eyes became clearer--
Jiang Yuanrou slowly walked along the corridor at an extremely slow speed, and the pattern of the dark green wallpaper on the corridor wall seemed to move and rotate without trace.
Her movements were stiff, and she seemed to be controlled by something, step by step towards the end of the corridor.
Mo Yi's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the end of the corridor.
There was a dark red door. The bright, rich blood color looked like blood slowly flowing down the straight door frame, and the dazzling blood color was deeply imprinted on the wall.
— "Up is down".
-"Go and stay".
If Edwin was right, although they were slowly moving up in the elevator, they were actually moving slowly into the depths.
If Jiang Yuanrou walks out of the door, then she is leaving at the deepest part of this copy ...
Then she was left forever.
Mo Yi's heart was choked up fiercely, and the cold feeling spread from the soles of his feet, pressing his head straight, and a huge shudder spread along the nerves to all parts of the body.
He took a quick step forward, rushed to the window, and subconsciously slapped the cold glass with his palm.
"Bang" vibrations and sounds from the glass, he heard his hoarse voice echoing in the deadly narrow corridor:
"Yuanrou !!!"
Mo Yi slaps on the vague and hard glass, his throat's fiery pain comes from the friction of the gravel, and the sharp pain comes from the root of his injured finger, as if the rusty knife was cutting the nerve. It brings the palpitations.
Just then, the gentle, child's voice rang out behind him.
His voice sounded cold and silky, as if a gloomy cold-blooded animal slowly wriggles and shrinks its soft body, leaving traces of cold and slippery skin on the skin, bringing up a few goose bumps and physiological shudder:
"How about you let me out and I can help you save her?"
"mutually beneficial."
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