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Mo Yi paused, a pair of dark eyes stared intently at Jiang Yuanrou, his pale complexion became more bloodless under the weak light of the flashlight, and his dark pupils stared at Jiang Yuanrou's face rightly, as if to She seems to see through.

Jiang Yuanrou's pale, bloodless face was gloomy, and her lips were tightly pressed, looking very dignified.

The strong smell of blood and rancidity permeated the cramped room, fermenting into an unsettling smell in the vague darkness.

In reality, Jiang Yuanrou didn't actually talk to Mo Yiduo about what happened to him in the last dungeon.

First, there is no precedent for the same person to enter the same copy twice, and second, players have limited power to talk about the copy in real life-you can talk to the players who entered the copy with you, but if you want to talk to other players Players will be banned or even punished if they confide in detail about the details in the dungeon.

Mo Yi speculates that it is probably due to the repeated use of dungeons that have not been cleared in the game. In order to prevent the exchange of clues, the game mechanism has such strict control over the circulation of information in the dungeon.

So he didn't ask Jiang Yuanrou about the plot of the last dungeon.

Mo Yi frowned tightly, and a deep line was carved between his brows. He turned his head to look at the corpse nailed to the wall with nails, and carefully observed its bloody and miserable appearance. Then he asked suspiciously:

"Then why are there other players' bodies here?"

He originally thought that what he had entered was the dungeon that Jiang Yuanruan and Jiang Yuanbai had experienced last time, so that he could explain the pain of all the abnormal phenomena he had encountered since entering the dungeon.

After all, according to what Jiang Yuanrou said, Jiang Yuanbai was trapped in the dungeon, and she has props that can teleport the two parties together—although whether it works is another matter.

But now she has personally denied this possibility!

Mo Yi's brows were tightly furrowed, and a trace of heaviness appeared on his face.

Jiang Yuanrou shook her head slowly, followed the beam of light from Mo Yi's flashlight to look at the corpse, her light brown eyes were also full of doubts, and she replied in a low voice:

"……I do not know either."

The atmosphere between the two sank in an instant, and the thick and bloody darkness surrounded them, quietly gathering if there was any substance, pulling their hearts and falling straight into the bottomless abyss.

Jiang Yuanrou covered her abdomen that was still oozing blood, slowly moved a few steps towards the wall, then leaned most of her body weight against the wall behind her, and exhaled slightly.

She withdrew her gaze from the miserable corpse, turned her eyes slightly, and looked at Mo Yi:

"When I first came in, I thought it was a brand new normal copy."

Jiang Yuanrou's tone emphasized the word "normal".

"But the longer I stay in this copy, the more I find something is wrong..."

Her eyelashes drooped, her slender fingers slowly tightened, and the knuckles turned slightly white due to the force:

"More and more phenomena show that this dungeon is unusual... I also want to believe that this is because of the effect of props, so we were sent to my unfinished dungeon, but..."

Jiang Yuanrou took a deep breath, trembling in her breath, she calmed down her mentality, and then said:

"However, even if I deceive myself, it's useless, because my last copy was indeed not a mental hospital."

Mo Yi was still looking at the corpse in front of him at the moment. After hearing Jiang Yuanrou's words, he turned to look at her:

"Then what was the copy you experienced last time?"

Jiang Yuanrou's eyes sank slightly, and he briefly talked about the copy he experienced last time, trying not to involve too many details.

Mo Yi listened silently, the flashlight in his hand flickered faintly in the dark, shining on the exposed internal organs of the corpse nailed to the wall, showing a greasy and weird texture.

The dungeon that Jiang Yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai experienced last time was a half-open old house.

Since they haven't cleared the side missions of that dungeon, they don't have a deep understanding of the hidden plot of that dungeon, and they can't tell any useful information.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and there was still a deep imprint between his brows——

According to the clues obtained now, this dungeon does not seem to have any connection with the dungeon that Jiang Yuanrou and the others experienced.

He subconsciously stroked the cold and hard edges and corners of the metal shell of the flashlight with his fingertips, and fell into deep thought.

In the narrow room, only the suppressed breathing of the two of them could be heard, which resounded one after another in the dark and dead room. The smell of blood spread in the semi-enclosed space, pressing down on the hearts of the two of them like a huge stone.

At this moment, Mo Yi's breathing stagnated slightly.

He heard the looming footsteps and crying coming from outside the door—it seemed to be walking in their direction!

Mo Yi glanced at Jiang Yuanrou quickly, and the eyes of the two intersected in a blink of an eye, and they quickly exchanged a look.

His fingertips sank slightly, only to hear a soft "click" sound of metal opening and closing, the beam of light from the flashlight disappeared instantly, and the whole room quickly sank into a lightless darkness.

The darkness sharpened their other senses.

All of Mo Yi's mind was drawn by the faint sobs and footsteps in the corridor separated by a thin door.

He held his breath in the darkness, subconsciously clenched his slender cold fingers, and curled them into a ball in his sweaty palm.

The sound echoed in the empty and narrow corridor, approaching bit by bit, the sobbing sound seemed to be amplified countless times in the ears, accompanied by the rapid heartbeat in the chest cavity, echoing hollowly——

Fortunately, it was not the first time Mo Yi had experienced this kind of situation since he entered this dungeon, so he quickly got used to it, stood quietly in the dark, and waited silently.

The sound of footsteps approaching slowly, especially clear in the darkness, accompanied by the slight sound of cloth rubbing against the ground, slowly approaching, and then came to the door——

A layer of cold sweat broke out from Mo Yi's palms, and his bright eyes were fixed on the door panel hidden in the darkness.

At this moment, he heard a slight creaking sound from the door panel...

Like the sound of long fingernails scraping against the door—

Mo Yi's heart rose to his throat in an instant. He wanted to do something, but he was too far away from the door, and now he had no chance to act!

Jiang Yuanrou who was standing at the door reacted instantly. Her body leaning against the wall moved sideways, and then lowered her body at the same time, so that her figure was just hidden in the blind spot of the iron railing on the door.

Mo Yi didn't have time to react, his body subconsciously dodged to the corner away from the door, and his whole body instantly hid in the dark shadows in the room.

The scratching sound of fingernails creaked on the door panel, making the scalp tingle.

The tiny sobs like a gossamer were amplified and amplified infinitely, and passed through the iron railing on the door to Mo Yi's eardrums without hindrance, as if they were ringing right next to his ears.

Mo Yi had goose bumps all over his body.

He covered his mouth and nose with cold and stiff palms to prevent the sound of his breathing from revealing his position.

The sound of footsteps paused slightly at the door, and the sound of nails scraping across the door panel also disappeared, as if waiting for something.

Mo Yi's Adam's apple twitched slightly, and there was a burning pain from dryness and lack of water in his throat, as if burning from his stomach to the esophagus.

The sound of footsteps outside the door sounded again, accompanied by low whimpers and thin rubbing sounds on the ground, and they walked slowly into the distance.

Mo Yi's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly, and he let out a long breath, but his stiff body still pressed against the cold wall behind him and did not move, listening quietly in the dark...

The sound of footsteps seemed to turn a corner, and the sound instantly became quieter. Soon, only a few faint echoes could be heard in the ears.

The muscles on Mo Yi's body relaxed slightly, and his five senses that had almost disappeared slowly returned to their cages. Only then did he realize that the corpse nailed to the wall happened to be beside him, and his palm happened to be pressing on him. The body was sliced ​​into pieces of meat.

The cold and sticky touch slowly climbed up along the contacted skin, and the strong smell of blood lingered in the nose, making Mo Yi's stomach churn involuntarily.

He subconsciously took a step to the side, pulling away a little distance, and it seemed that something soft was touched under his feet.

Mo Yi raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Yuanrou, and saw that she was still squatting at the door in the same posture as before, with her back pressed against the door panel tightly, and the voices in the background had also faded away, and it seemed that she did not pose any threat for the time being.

He took out his flashlight, carefully pressed on the weakest light, and then shone on his feet.

That is a backpack.

It was smeared with blood and mud on the ground. It looked dirty and dilapidated, and its original color could hardly be seen.

Mo Yi squatted down, put the flashlight aside, then grabbed one side of the backpack with one hand, grabbed the zipper on the backpack with the other hand, and slowly pulled it open.

The contents of the backpack were exposed in front of his eyes.

Mo Yi reached out and flipped through the backpack, carefully flipping through the contents of the backpack without making any unnecessary noise.

There are also not many useful things in it, they are all items that must be brought into the dungeon, and Mo Yi is not short of them now.

He flicked the things inside in a despondent manner, and then opened the side pocket outside——

To Mo Yi's surprise, he found a small wallet in his outer pocket, he was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously opened the small wallet.

Under the faint light of the flashlight, Mo Yi saw half a corner of the ID card stuffed in the wallet.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pulled out the ID card, only to see a photo of a girl with short hair printed on it, smiling slightly at the camera.

Mo Yi was startled, picked up the flashlight that was thrown aside, and shone it on the corpse nailed to the wall.

Its upper body is no longer covered by muscles and skin, only its internal organs are exposed, and its lower body is also in neutral sweatpants. The distorted and mutilated face can hardly distinguish the facial features, but the hairstyle can still be matched.

Mo Yi's gaze sank, and his fingers tightened while holding the ID card.

He suddenly found a clue that he hadn't noticed before.

On the negative third floor, all the corpses of dead players were male, and the ghost with a long knife should undoubtedly be male based on his hasty glance.

This layer... When he was in the corridor before, he saw the shadow of this layer of ghosts - she has long hair.

And Jiang Yuanruan, who was stuffed into this layer, and the dead players happened to be women.