Chapter 95:

Chapter Ninety-Five
Mo Yi hurriedly scanned the entire map and found that there was no special sign on it, and there was only a sketch of this floor.
So ... where exactly does the elevator go, and how many floors does this mental hospital have? It is still unknown.
He stared at the darkness in front of him, exhaling slowly, his mind slowly settled into a clear and peaceful.
Now we can only take one step at a time.
Mo Yi folded the map into his pocket, and finally took a detailed picture of the entire ward with a flashlight.
The moving beam of light slowly slid across the mutilated corpse nailed to the wall and his blood-stained red eyes, across the broken backpack falling on the ground, and the wheelchair and bandages cluttered to the ground.
The thick scent of blood covered the entire ward, and everything was dusty, showing a vague outline in the darkness.
After confirming that he had no other clues of falling, Mo Yi lifted his legs and walked outward. The door of the ward was half open, exposing the dark corridor outside.
The semi-solidified blood on the ground was sticky and slippery. It was unpleasant to step on it. The salty smell of rust fermented into a disturbing odor in the dark.
Mo Yi carefully supported the door frame with his palm and leaned forward slightly, peering into the corridor outside the door.
The faint light flashing deep in the corridor illuminated the short black corridor, and the dark shadow fluttered in the depths beyond the reach of the light, as if there were disturbed particles floating in the air.
The half-light and half-dark light stained the entire hallway with a thrill.
Mo Yi's ears could almost hear the noisy sound of lamps not far away, like a dying moan. The groan sounded in the silence.
-Nothing else.
There was no heavy, procrastinating footsteps, no harsh metal sounds, only a grave-like silence.
Mo Yi exhaled a long time, not knowing whether he was nervous or frustrated. He put down his palm holding the door frame, and then carefully walked out of the room.
His muscles were tight, his breath was subconsciously lightened, and his movements were like a cat with a spine on its back.
Bypassing the fallen tables and chairs and rusty wheelchairs on the ground, Moi slowly walked towards the other end of the corridor-where the room in the staff room on the map was located.
The employee card that opens the elevator is likely to be there.
Although Mo Yi is also interested in the blood-stained house on the map, at least now he has to find a way out for himself.
After all, this layer is not the only one.
So Mo Yi secretly determined that he would never act lightly before finding the elevator card.
He propped aside the half-turned table with the palm of his hand, and leaned slightly over his body to pass smartly between the sundries and objects, without making any sound during the operation.
Every time before passing by an open ward, Mo Yi stopped and waited for a turn, listening and watching the movement, and determined that it was empty before proceeding.
In just a few tens of meters, he walked extremely hard.
Mo Yi finally walked to the door of the ward when he woke up, and the noisy lights from his head projected down, lighting up the corridor of this section.
Mo Yi's tall and slender figure became more and more impenetrable under the light.
He could not help but faintly disturbed, and subconsciously accelerated his pace, away from the only area illuminated by light.
And just as he was about to pass by the ward next to him, Mo Yi turned his head subconsciously and glanced inside--
The light of the flashlight in his hand illuminated the deep nicks on the wall.
The ugly butterfly lying on the wall opened its twisted wings, the huge spots on it flashed the cold color under the pale light, and the blood was flowing down slowly, just like the real eyes staring at Mo Yi.
Empty, godless, decaying, exuding the breath of death.
But where the candle is not illuminated, it is smudged like a deep and thick ink, and diffuses deep outside the room.
Mo Yi frowned—when he left just now, all the blood on the wall was dry and solidified, so how did the fresh blood on it appear now? Does it have anything to do with the footsteps that just rang?
His heart was full of trees and chaos, he could not find the fragmentary clues of the connection, like a scattered bead waiting for a rope that could pierce them.
Mo Yi pressed the anxiety hidden in his heart and continued to walk forward.
He had now left the dim light source behind him, and slowly stepped into the darkness he had never entered.
Mo Yi walked more carefully.
His breathing was very light, only the sound of a heartbeat pulsating violently in the chest cavity, the sound of blood flowing in the ears became loud and loud, and he could almost hear the pulsations of his neurites.
The sound of the footsteps just now is going in the direction of the eyes-this means that the deeper you go, the higher the chance of head-on collision.
Mo Yi had already summoned the prop into the palm of his hand at this moment, his fingers stiffened and his muscles tightened in case something unexpected happened.
He turned off the flashlight completely.
The light of the flashlight is not so bright in such a dark environment, and Mo Yi cannot afford that risk.
His eyes had adapted to the rich darkness in front of him. Although he could not clearly see the scene in front of him, he could already recognize the dim outlines in the darkness.
Mo Yi traced the path on the map in his mind, and fumbled more carefully.
There are not too many obstacles in the corridor in front, and there is an empty corridor in the middle of the icy mottled walls. In the dark, there is no debris on the fuzzy ground, and it walks unexpectedly smoothly.
The smell in the air was thickened again, and the sticky rusty smell slowly wound and tightened Mo Yi's senses like a snake's cold and soft body, making him helplessly suffocated.
Mo Yi reached out and supported the cold wall next to him. The slightly sweaty palms were against the cold wall, and the cold stinged his skin like a needle.
Moving forward is the place where the blood was blackened-and then one point forward is the staff room.
Mo Yi's heart beats like a drum.
He took a deep, calm breath and glanced at the room—the door was half-covered, revealing only a narrow gap. The gap was deeper and darker, and he couldn't see what was inside.
Mo Yi arched slightly, her back strained into a flexible arc, ready to go across the room in a hurry, and then rushed to the staff room,
But at this moment-the heavy procrastinating footsteps sounded again in the darkness ahead.
Mo Yi jumped in his heart, and unconsciously pushed the door around him, a dodging man hiding in, and closed the half-closed door again.
After doing a series of actions, he stiffened his body afterwards-
Where I am now ...
It was the unknown room that was blackened out on the map.
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