Chapter 118:

Chapter 118
Mo Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, the dark eyes thoughtfully stared at the trace of the door that was knocked open, and then the palm of his hand was slightly hardened.
The door opened silently towards the inside, and the dark darkness poured out from the slowly opening door slit.
He flashed into the door with a flashlight in his hand, and a pale beam of light passed through the dark, dusty room, showing a shadowy silhouette.
There was silence in the hallways and rooms.
Mo Yi held his breath slightly, subconsciously tightened his fingers holding the flashlight, then took a step and walked towards the door.
As the pace deepened, those blurry outlines slowly and clearly exposed to the light.
Mo Yi slowly moved his wrist, his gaze slowly moved around the room with the movement of the flashlight beam, the more he couldn't help but feel a little shocked--
This room ... looks like an execution room.
The cold walls around it framed a small, closed space. There were no windows or wallpapers on the bare walls, exposing the iron-grey dirty walls, which were stained with large dark brown spots, which seemed to be dried blood.
There are all kinds of weird irons scattered on the wall and on the ground. The sharp edges are reddish-brown rust marks and dark brown blood stains. It is reluctant to think about their uses and methods.
The room was filled with a weird smell that could not be ignored, it seemed to be the long-closed stale smell mixed with the strong pungent smell of disinfectant water.
Mo Yi frowned and looked around the room. He raised his wrists and directed the light in his hand to the end of the room, only to see that there was a door in the darkness.
He walked cautiously between the piles of iron tortures on the ground, and slowly walked to the door deep in the room.
The door was still partially hidden, Mo Yi shook the flashlight on the ground, and a bright beam of light flashed across the ground-there were brand new marks on the dust accumulated on the ground. This door should also be a short time ago. Just opened.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, and then pushed the door slowly with a little pressure on her fingertips.
A smell that was so dense that it almost condensed into an entity came on instantly, it was an amazing, heavy rust smell that could cause almost everyone's physical discomfort, as if the blood of the corpse mountain was hidden in this door After that.
Mo Yi coughed a few times, forcibly suppressed the upset discomfort in her stomach, then frowned and stared into the door.
I saw countless pale limbs winding in the darkness, reflecting the pale light in the thick and deep shadows,
There is semi-coagulated blood flowing between the overlapping limbs, and a deep dark red liquid runs between the pale limbs and the fuzzy features, and the sharp color contrast almost stings the eyes.
In the room are piled corpses piled up into mountains, with their heads and feet overlapping, and their limbs scattered in a messy manner. The blood-stained wound reveals the muscle structure and white bones rolled up in red. It looks like the same pathologically distorted oil painting.
Mo Yi frowned tightly, and the thick blood and desperate smell in the room made him almost unable to breathe.
He reached out to cover his mouth and nose, his face pale and condensed, and his gaze fell slightly on the corpse pile for half a second, then slowly looking away.
The light of the flashlight moved slowly in the room.
Mo Yi quickly noticed some uncoordinated signs in the room-some of the bodies were obviously turned, the broken and torn limbs were opened to the side, and there were some fuzzy overlapping footprints in the blood pool on the ground.
He took a few steps forward, and the sticky touch of semi-coagulated blood came from under his feet. It sounded extraordinarily loud in the dark, closed room. He shifted his angle and looked toward the inside of the corpse.
I saw in a pool of blood that there was an incomplete cabinet half-fall to the ground, snow-white pieces of paper poured out of the cabinet, scattered in the dark red sticky blood, and dark blood stained the edges of the paper, Smudges irregular, thin contours.
It seems to have been messed up.
Mo Yi took a few steps forward, picked up the piece of paper closest to him from the ground, and swept through 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 could not recognize the specific appearance. Mo Yi slightly pulled his finger, and the patient's name at the top of the page was revealed.
It was a familiar name: Edwin Carter.
Mo Yi froze slightly, raised her leg to walk around Chen's corpse on the ground, walked a few more steps inward, and then picked up another piece of paper from the broken cabinet.
It is much older than the previous one, with dark yellow edges, and scattered mold spots in the middle of the blood.
What attracted Mo Yi's attention was a few vague blood fingerprints on the side of the paper-it looked like they had just been printed.
The nose lingered with more thick stench and the moist breath of the corpse, Mo Frow frowned, barely avoiding the lifeless pale wrists that slanted out from the side, and the stiff fingers of blue and white, then looked down at the That piece of paper.
This is still a medical record.
The handwriting above is obscured by the age, and it is difficult to discern under the light
This seems to be a confirmed medical record. The specific types of mental illness and patient information can no longer be seen. Only the doctor's signature at the bottom of the paper-Edwin Carter.
Mo Yi frowned slowly, subconsciously rubbing the rough paper with her fingertips, and her lips were slightly tight.
Before Edwin was diagnosed with a split personality, he was a psychiatrist, which could explain why the antihuman treatment of mental illness appeared in the negative three layers, but what about the other two? Especially this torture room on this floor ...
He sideways avoided half of the pale white soles that stretched out, and then continued to reach inwardly, reaching for another piece of paper lying on the ground.
At this moment, Mo Yi's action suddenly stopped, and he seemed to capture some fuzzy voice in his ears—
It seemed to be the crackling sound of cracking, and it seemed to be the sound of the sound of the peeling wall.
It seemed that dust had fallen on his face and itchy.
Mo Yi looked up subconsciously, but slammed into a pair of light blue eyes, and the congested eye sockets were greatly opened. Half of the eyeballs almost rolled down from the eye sockets. Optic nerve.
There was a fine layer of cold sweat on his back, and he hadn't waited for him to do anything. The zombie and pale palm on the way just now slammed his horns.
The whole corpse seemed to start to creep slowly.
The overlapping limbs one after the other moved as if to regain their lives, struggling, sending out creepy limb frictions and bone collisions in the dark.
Mo Yi was so horrified that he reacted instantly and hurriedly retreated out of the body.
The pale limbs that slanted out of his side stretched out his hands exuding death and decay, and clung to his wrists and ankles, trying to sink him forever in the dirty body.
Mo Yi struggled desperately, his heart beating like a drum in his chest, almost jumping out of his throat.
At this moment, he seemed to step on a broken limb in a pool of blood, slipped suddenly, his body's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell backwards.
For a moment, dizzy, Mo Yi gritted his teeth, and rolled down to the outside of the corpse with the force of falling down!
With this impulse, he broke through the pursuing and blocking of those limbs, hitting the wall with a grey face.
Mo Yi crawled up against the wall with his palm on his side, his body was covered with dust and blood, and he turned to look at the pile of corpses behind him.
Under the flashing light of the flashlight, the pale body in the dark squirmed, and then moved in his direction.
Mo Yi jumped in his heart, turned and pulled the half-hiding door behind him and rushed out, then turned back and slammed the door shut, closing the door behind the full smell of the broken limbs in the house.
The smell of the air became pale again, and the stale smell of dust once again dominated.
Mo Yi reached out and held down the trembling door panel, his chest swelled sharply, and the cold sweat behind him stuck the shirt to his spine, bringing a spooky coolness. He used a slightly trembling palm to arbitrarily He took a stick-shaped iron and stuck it on the door as a latch.
Then he let go of his hands, panting, taking a few steps back slowly.
Although the door panel was still trembling, it was obviously much firmer, and it was estimated that it would not be knocked open for a while.
Mo Yi moved his wrist and made a slight hiss. He looked down and saw that his thin and pale wrist was printed with a deep red handprint, and the edge was still shockingly blue. .
It seems that during the struggle just now, one of the corpses grabbed the palm of his hand.
He took a deep breath, shook his hands indifferently, and finally shot the door where he was stuck with a flashlight.
The door stood silently in the darkness and was no longer moving.
Mo Yi touched the deep imprint on his wrist with regret—unfortunately, I did n’t see the content on the inner sheet of paper just now, he always felt that it was the key clue in this copy and it was able to complete A copy of this puzzle piece.
But ... why did those corpses suddenly start to move?
And the strange noise before moving ...
Mo Yi frowned slowly, then stared at the room where he was currently located, wondering why ... he always felt that there was something different in this room.
He pursed his lips, and a guess came under his heart.
Mo Yi strode out of the house, and as soon as he opened the door, the scene in the corridor made him stunned slightly.
The hallway has almost changed. The dark green wallpaper covering the hallway is old and dirty, curled off and almost unrecognizable, revealing the dark gray wall underneath. Deep cobweb-like cracks spread along the corner to the ceiling, and dust and broken wall skin fluttered down, leaving shallow marks on the torn, greasy carpet.
The whole corridor seems to have experienced an earthquake, or maybe another fifty years.
Almost makes Mo Yi have the illusion of passing away.
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