Chapter 98:

Chapter 98
The blazing electric sparks lit up in the dark, with cold malice and hot agitation, the spread of dangerous breath almost ignited the thick and thick darkness.
A strong sense of crisis struck swiftly, Mo Yi's mind flashed a huge buzz, the hot blood in the blood vessels beating suddenly, hitting his cheek.
A familiar cold touch came from his wrist, and a leather strap tightened around his left hand.
The same metal collision sounded on the right hand side--
The tingling sensation like an ice needle pierced into my mind! Mo Yi's thoughts quickly responded, and he rolled suddenly to his side--
Most of his body fell to the iron bed with his movement, and only one of his tied left hands was still hanging at the end of the iron bed.
The severe pain came with the moment the body touched the ground, and the whole bones almost fell apart. The thin bones hit the ground fiercely, almost driving a trace of low breath in Moi's throat.
His forehead hit the cold and wet floor at the same time, and sharp tingling came from his forehead, his eyes turned black and white noise came from his ears—
Mo Yi struggled to lift his head, and the warm, viscous blood slid down his forehead, sticking his eyelashes and eyelids.
When the flashlight was turned on, it slammed on the ground, and the cold white beam of light lit the darkness in disorder.
Looking through a blood-red field of vision, I saw that several straps on the iron bed happened to be self-closing, and the metal clasped on the iron bed was a creepy collision.
Mo Yi panted in unpredictable condition, and the ankle hanging in the air came from the hot pain of leather rubbing.
Thanks to him for his timely response, otherwise it would be not only one of his wrists, but his limbs--
It's dead.
He panted hurriedly in the dark, and the flashlight that dropped on the ground slowly stopped rolling, and the floating lights stopped moving in the empty space.
Mo Yi's Yu Guang swept to the head of the iron bed.
In that murky darkness, there was a noisy current, and the machine's humming sounded slowly, gradually becoming stronger in the darkness.
Mo Yi just thought it was the tinnitus caused by bumping into his head. He didn't realize it until he saw the spark of electric current in the darkness on the bedside—it wasn't over yet.
The bed is iron. Once the electric shock is activated, the current passing along the bed can still put him to death.
Mo Yi's expression was suddenly dignified, his pale face was puffed with an abnormal flush, his teeth clenched, he straightened up, and then reached out and untied the belt that bound his left wrist.
The metal clasp on the belt clenched like a python, and couldn't pull it apart.
The sound of electric current in the ear and the buzzing sound of the machine starting became more intense-
Mo Yi exuded sweat on his forehead. He gave up the clasp that was fastened, and instead tore the white and worn interface of the belt against the cold iron bed.
The rough movement caused the rough edges of the belt to sink deeply into the pale skin on the thin wrists, rubbing bright red marks, a drop of blood exuding from the wound, and the thick rust smell permeated the air.
In the ear was the roar of the machine about to start, the entire iron bed almost started to shake a lot, and more electric sparks lit up and instantly extinguished in the dark, as if it would erupt in the next second!
Mo Yi's heart fell flat, he clenched his teeth tightly, and then firmly held his left thumb with his other hand, desperately--
"Kara" a crisp, cracked bone sounded in the dark, making the roots sour.
His thumb was twisted and broken in a weird shape, and it hung softly. Mo Yi exerted force at this moment, holding his free wrist around the strap that tied his wrist, and then pulled it hard!
His left hand was successfully detached from the belt strapped to the iron bed.
There was a huge roar in my ear, and Mo Yi tightened his heart, rolled on the ground holding her newly free left hand.
Almost blinding electric light erupted in the darkness behind, the sound of Dora Dora sounded, and the entire iron bed was shaking, making an overwhelming groan in the darkness, groaning, deafening.
Mo Yi was lying free on the dirty floor, soaked with dripping sweat all over his body, as if the whole person had been picked up from the glacier, snoring uncontrollably due to severe pain.
Wet black hair lingered on the pale face, gold paper was generally bloodless, and the only color on the face was the bright blood color exuding from the broken lower lip bitten by the teeth.
He gasped sharply, the sound of the current behind him still buzzing, and the crackling arc illuminated the whole room.
In the vision that Mo Yi was dark due to pain, he faintly saw that in the dark corner of the wall, there seemed to be a shadow of a shadow of a shadow--
He froze, holding up his blood-stained eyelids and looking towards that corner.
There was no one there.
The sound of the current behind the machine stopped slowly, but Mo Yi's ears still had a phantom buzzing sound, and his head was dizzy.
Mo Yi felt suffocated and suffocated, and her eyes darkened for a while. She could not help but take a deep breath and forced herself to relax.
He moved to the side with difficulty, and his intact right-hand finger squirmed on the ground, picked up the flashlight lying next to him, and gently trembling his finger to hold the flashlight in his palm, and then shot toward the dark corner of the door go with--
The heavy darkness was scattered by the light of the flashlight, and there was nothing in that corner, as if the shadow he had just seen was completely an illusion.
Mo Yi exhaled for a long time, his head was still dizzy for a while, and everything seemed to have a ghost.
It should be the sequelae of the head just now.
Did he really read wrong just now?
Just then, a slight "click" came from the door, which surprised Mo Yi.
He turned the flashlight in his hand and shone it to the door, only to see that the tightly closed door just opened slowly, and slid into the darkness silently and slowly. Mo Yi could not help but have a feeling like the next generation.
He stood up from the ground, the pain on his body struck like a tide, and the stiff joints gave a wailing whine, and the almost suffocating pain tugged Moi nerves.
Even though his patience for pain was so strong, he still couldn't help taking a low breath.
Mo Yi limped and walked towards the door for a few steps, then turned subconsciously and glanced behind him.
I saw that in the thick darkness, the mottled iron bed was still flashing with strands of electric light, and a strong scorching atmosphere almost covered the smell.
There seemed to be a slight reflection at the head of the bed.
Mo Yi frowned, lighting up the flashlight in his hand.
I saw a thin card on the old, dusty machine at the bedside, reflecting a nearly metallic luster under the light of the flashlight.
Mo Yi froze slightly. He was convinced that when he just entered the door, there was no such card inserted in that machine.
He hesitated for a few seconds, and then slowly approached him. He carefully cushioned his fingers without hands with his corners of his clothes, and then wrapped the corners of the card slowly and forcefully.
Through the thin cloth, Mo Yi could feel the slight heat from his fingertips, and he let go almost instantly.
Mo Yi settled down, then increased his strength, and completely pulled out the magnetic card inserted in the machine—
That magnetic card still seems a bit old, the pattern on it is mottled, and it still feels a little hot to the touch.
Mo Yi distinguished for a while under the dim light:
This should be the employee magnetic card.
Then it should also be able to open the elevator at the end of the corridor ...?
Mo Yi's heart was stained with a touch of fiery heat, and the cold palms held the magnetic card tightly, ironing his palm prints with a slightly hot temperature, and the cold skin was almost stained with a little heat.
He finally looked around the room behind him, then turned and walked outward.
The fissure of the fracture of the palm came from the fierce, sudden pain, the intense and long pain was uninterrupted to almost numbness, so that the pain of other wounds on Mo Yi's body became trivial, as if the painful nerves all over his body were concentrated on the hand .
The corridor was still dark, and there was only a faint light on the long and deep corridor, which flickered in and out.
Mo Yi walked out of the room, hesitated a bit, then turned around and walked to the next room labeled "Staff Room" on the map.
He reached out and pushed the door. The door panel under the palm was smooth and cold, as hard as iron, and could hardly be pushed.
It seems that it is impossible to enter for the time being.
Mo Yi sighed, lowering his eyelids slightly, and the long eyelashes covered the complex look in the dark black eyes.
He turned and walked towards the other end of the corridor.
The way back was still bumpy, with broken tables and chairs and paper scattered on the ground blocking Mo Yi's body, but fortunately, he had walked once before, so he passed the obstacles in the car and knew his body. Flexible and light, quiet like a cat shuttled in the dark.
Along the way, the figure never appeared again.
Mo Yi stood at the closed elevator door, holding the magnetic card's palm, holding his deformed and fractured left hand, and subconsciously licked his dry lips.
A sting came from the lips, and the tip of his tongue tasted the familiar smell of rust before he realized that he had bitten his lips.
Mo Yi gently hissed, and then carefully released his injured palm, using the magnetic card to swipe the groove in the wall of the card, only listening to a slight "snoring" sound in the dark. .
The hum of the machine brakes came from the elevator shaft in front of him, which was especially clear in the dead corridor.
Mo Yi's heart beat a few times irregularly, and he turned his head subconsciously and looked behind his back, seemingly worried that the strange footsteps would sound again without warning.
The corridor behind was empty, a solitary lamp flashed with dim light, and the oppressive and suffocating atmosphere was pressed down towards Mo Yi.
At this moment, the iron-shaped metal door behind Mo Yi slowly slid open, making a crunching sound of rusty metal—
A crisp sound came from the mottled metal door:
"Ding".
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