Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

The mechanical female voice echoed in the empty and dark corridor, as if oozing coldly from the walls in all directions:

"...Your only task is to survive six hours in the mental hospital."

Mo Yi took a deep breath, suppressed his chaotic thoughts, and then listened attentively to what the female voice said next.

Just listen to it continue without ups and downs:

"The following are tips for you:

Up is down, going is staying, life is death, you are me.

I wish you a happy game. "

The female voice disappeared, and darkness and silence returned to the entire corridor.

Immediately afterwards, after the echo of the last byte disappeared into the air, the overhead lights suddenly came on without warning.

The cold and pale lamps sizzled on the dirty ceiling, illuminating the small corridor in front of me. The bloodstains and handprints all over the wall had settled into a dark brown color, which appeared more clearly under the pale light. dazzling.

The corridor not far away was still shrouded in darkness.

The messy tables, chairs and papers that fell on the ground undulated into blurred shadows in the darkness, looking like sleeping creatures.

Mo Yi frowned, his cold fingers tightened slightly, and the metal tube of the flashlight under his palm was sharply pressed against the skin, causing a slight dull pain.

In the past, the dungeon would start after the players had gathered, but this time, Mo Yi announced the start of the game without seeing a single player.

This is a huge change in the rules of the entire game. Such an unexpected change makes the entire game full of uncertainty.

He silently recited the prompt just now in his heart, chewing each word separately, but still got nothing.

Mo Yi stood on the spot and observed the corridor he was in, the half-bright light above his head illuminated the scene in front of him.

A whole solid brick wall that looked impenetrable, covered with dirty stains and dried blood, the pale beam of the flashlight slipped where the dim light couldn't illuminate--the whole wall didn't have a single window.

This corridor is completely enclosed. Without a window, it means that you cannot see the countdown, which also means that Wen Chen cannot enter this instance.

He cannot take the initiative to invade the dungeon, unless the player in the dungeon puts him inadvertently.

The previous dungeon happened to be in a semi-closed state, and half of the dungeon was exposed to the outside, so Wen Chen was able to follow into the house.

Mo Yi couldn't help feeling a little pity, although he didn't think Wen Chen could bring him much help in deciphering, but having such an NPC who is willing to save people is always a guarantee to prevent him from playing off.

Those light gray eyes subconsciously appeared in front of his eyes, and Mo Yi couldn't help being a little distracted.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but he always feels that Wen Chen's gaze on him...is always so focused, as if...it's not the first time they've met.

Mo Yi frowned, dispelling the inexplicable thoughts in his heart.

The light above the head made a squeaking sound, and it was struggling to diffuse the faint light. The corridor in front of me was full of shadows, and the darkness in it seemed to be lurking and waiting for an opportunity to move.

Mo Yi stood there for a moment, then chose a direction and walked forward.

The light of the flashlight always appears extremely weak and small in front of the thick darkness, and it can only slightly illuminate the road in front of us.

The messy tables and chairs piled up on the ground in front of him blocked Mo Yi's front. He carefully walked around those dusty obstacles, being careful not to touch any objects.

After all, this corridor is too quiet and dead now, and it would be bad to disturb something in the dark if there is any noise.

Mo Yi walked forward slowly, the flickering dim lights behind him elongated his shadow, the front of the shadow blurred into a gloomy darkness, the light beam of the flashlight in his hand swayed slightly with the pace of his walking .

The salty smell of blood, rust, and rust became thicker in the air, and the concentration gradually increased with each step of Mo Yi's approach. It almost condensed into a thin blood mist, and the dark corridor was filled with ominous meaning.

Mo Yi felt his feet slipping, his heart shuddered, and he hurriedly supported the wall on one side to stabilize his figure.

The light of the flashlight shone downwards, and the aperture swayed across the ground, illuminating the feet.

Mo Yi's heart tightened slightly.

His feet were covered with bloodstains that were bright red to the point of glaring, covering the entire ground like a lake, and Mo Yi could almost see the reflection of the flashlight in his hand on it.

Different from the dried dark brown bloodstains in the corridor, these bloodstains are fresh, scarlet, dazzling, exuding the breath of death, imprinting the red color deeply on people's retinas.

Mo Yi's heart sank slightly.

He lifted his wrist up a little, and saw that the furniture around the pool of blood was covered with spots of blood, which made people feel chills.

There were bloodstains dragging on the ground and extending into the thick darkness into the distance.

Mo Yi breathed lightly subconsciously, and walked forward slowly.

Beside him was the same room as when he woke up, presumably they were all wards of a mental hospital, some of the wards had their doors deeply locked, and only through a piece of gray glass above could one get a glimpse of what was going on inside.

Some doors were open, and Mo Yi swept inside with the light of the flashlight, illuminating some dark corners inside.

None of the rooms had windows, but the cold air still slowly infiltrated, eroding the remaining body temperature of Mo Yi's body, making his skin crawl.

Every ward was in a mess, beds, tables, and chairs fell incompletely in the dust, and the blood dried and solidified into dark brown spots were almost everywhere.

Mo Yi cautiously followed the bloodstains extending forward, bypassing obstacles one after another.

After walking another ten meters, he finally reached the end of the corridor.

It was a mottled iron railing, and the steel pillars on it were arranged in a diamond shape. Mo Yi tried to stretch out his hand to pull it, but found that it didn't move at all, and only made a rusty rattling sound. Movements came and went, floating under the light of the flashlight.

Mo Yi moved closer and found that there was a steel door panel under the iron railing.

Seems... a bit like an elevator?

Mo Yi moved the flashlight in his hand, illuminating the wall beside him——

Sure enough, there was an elevator button on the wall, but there was only one, and the sign on it was blurry, and the original appearance could not be seen.

Mo Yi pressed the button, but there was no movement in the elevator in front of him. He looked carefully and saw a narrow card slot above the button.

——It seems that this elevator cannot be started without an employee swiping the card.

Sure enough, all dungeons will not allow people to pass the level so easily.

Mo Yi sighed without any regrets, and then turned his head to search the entire corridor carefully, looking for the elevator card that can activate the elevator.

Just when he was about to turn around...the sound of heavy and dragging footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

It looks dangerous and uneasy in the darkness.

Mo Yi's scalp exploded, and a chill seeped out from his heart, which made his hands and feet feel cold, but a layer of hot sweat broke out on his forehead.

He subconsciously pressed the flashlight in his hand, then dodged and hid in the half-open ward.

The back was tightly pressed against the cold and damp wall, and the cold and hard touch penetrated into the bone marrow along the contacted skin.

Mo Yi covered his mouth and nose with his palm to prevent his sudden rapid breathing from betraying his position.

The sound of heavy footsteps was getting closer.

Step by step as if stepping on his heart.

Mo Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his gaze slowly adapted to the heavy darkness in front of him.

——The bloody smell intensified.

Mo Yi felt a chill on the back of his neck, and a shuddering sense of danger hit him, and he turned his head stiffly as if feeling something.

In his blurred and narrow vision, his gaze met a pair of blood-red eyeballs in the darkness beside him——!

In the dead silence, the heavy footsteps were still approaching.