Chapter 113

The air in the corridor was dry and warm, and the walls on all sides were crowded, squeezing and concentrating the darkness into the long corridor.

Mo Yi tried to walk forward a few steps. The carpet under his feet was greasy and thin. When he stepped on it, he could almost feel the hard and cold touch of the floor beneath it.

He projected the light of the flashlight onto the wall beside him, and a circle of bright spots stayed on the dark green wallpaper, illuminating the irregular and dim plaid patterns on it.

There was a strange-shaped piece of oil stain on the wall slightly higher than the ground. The patterns and patterns inside were sunk deep, looking like an unhealed wound, and it seemed to have half a wide eye.

Mo Yi's eyes stayed on the oil for a few seconds, and then he seemed to notice something.

He frowned, approached the wall, and carefully looked at the patterns on the wallpaper. He saw that the dark green lines forming the edge of the lattice on it looked like they were made up of small butterflies arranged in densely.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and said a little further.

Jiang Yuanrou turned her head to look at him, lowered her voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Yi hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "...it's nothing."

The two continued to walk forward, and the corridor was silent, and only the rustling sound of the soles of their feet rubbing against the surface of the carpet were heard.

The corridor is crowded and narrow, and the light of the flashlight is absorbed by the deep darkness ahead, as if it has been thrown into a bottomless abyss, with no sound or light.

The wall beside him was repetitive and monotonous patterns, which slowly changed as the two of them went deeper, and were illuminated by the side of the flashlight beam, like undulating waves.

There was a dead silence around me.

It seemed that it was influenced by this suppressed atmosphere that Jiang Yuanrou and Mo Yi were also very quiet, walking forward side by side in silence.

The corridor ahead suddenly turned a corner, and there were dim wall lights illuminating a small corner beside the wall. The two of them turned around and found that there was still a long and continuous corridor ahead.

Mo Yi felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Although the previous two floors were very dangerous, they were still predictable. Their routines were similar, but on the third floor, such a complete and huge change suddenly appeared.

Almost make what will appear next unpredictable and unpredictable.

This feeling beyond control made him very uncomfortable.

Mo Yi tightened his palm slightly, holding the flashlight, and a light dull pain came from the base of his thumb, prying open his heart and slipping into his thoughts as if it was a concrete uneasiness.

The corridor ahead turned a corner in a completely different direction.

Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanrou looked at each other, hesitated for a few seconds, and then continued to walk forward in the direction of the corridor.

The atmosphere in the air is extremely depressing and almost makes it difficult to breathe.

The corridor is deep and narrow, and there are no doors or forks on the walls. There is only a passage that quietly extends deeper into deeper darkness.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and finally decided to express his guess. He lowered his voice:

"Yuan Rou."

Jiang Yuanrou turned her head and looked at him, with a look of inquiry on her pale face.

Mo Yi opened his mouth and said nothing. Jiang Yuanrou asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

This time it was not that Mo Yi didn't want to say it, but that it seemed that some strange force had strangled his throat and prevented him from saying the words he had imagined in his mind-

“In the copy of the membership test, you are the tested party, so the key point of this copy is in you.

And if you can't solve it, you will fail in the dungeon like Yuanbai and stay forever."

Jiang Yuanrou's face became solemn. She realized that Mo Yi's current state was not that she didn't want to say anything, but that she couldn't say it - this showed that Mo Yi had discovered some key information.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, pondered for a few seconds, and then spoke again with thought:

"I would like to thank you for the clues about this copy, and I'll ask you more in the future."

Jiang Yuanrou looked at him calmly for a few seconds, nodded gently, and then said "Yes" softly: "Okay, you're welcome."

Mo Yi turned his gaze and bursts of scorching pain came from deep in his throat, as if there was a flame from his stomach burning straight into his mouth along the esophagus.

He knew that this was the limit he could hint. According to Jiang Yuanrou's experience, she should understand that he was hinting a certain key information, but she didn't know what he wanted to say in detail.

Mo Yi sighed in his heart... He could only hope that Jiang Yuanrou would understand earlier that the key point this time was definitely in the copy Jiang Yuanrou experienced last time, and it is very likely that it was one of the few clues that she could not say.

The two continued to walk along the corridor.

The subtle steps sounded in the quiet semi-enclosed space, rubbing against the ground regularly, accompanied by the dim corridor and monotonous background in front of you, which made you almost feel sleepy.

But Mo Yi's nerves slowly became tense.

He always felt that the atmosphere in front of him was like a very full bow, and the slowly increasing force tightened the bowstring into a trembling straight line, as if it would break in the next second.

He swallowed slowly, his dry throat ached slightly.

Suddenly, something seemed to be swept into the corner of Mo Yi's eyes - something seemed to be on the wall beside him...

He stopped suddenly, turned his gaze and looked at the wall beside him. He saw that the wrinkled wallpaper covering the wall was covered with dark green patterns, extending monotonically into the darkness in the distance.

There was a little deep oil stain on the boring pattern, and the clear edges were printed on the wall slightly higher than the ground, looking like an unhealed wound, and it seemed to be half a wide-open eye.

Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds, and a huge tremor rose from the bottom of his heart.

He heard his voice stiff and monotonous, and could hardly hear his own voice: "We are going around."

Jiang Yuanrou was also stunned, then turned her head to look at him: "What?"

Mo Yi shone the light of the flashlight in his hand towards the strange spot on the wall, and the gloomy color in his eyes surged:

"I saw this spot before about ten minutes ago, just shortly after we left the elevator..."

What about the elevator? Will it be?

Mo Yi stopped the words and turned his head to look behind him.

I saw a long and deep corridor behind me, leading straight into the deep and rich darkness, as if I could see at a glance, the monotonous and repeated wallpaper presented a strange dark green, blurring in the darkness.

The unreality in my heart seemed to sprout and broke through the fertile soil in my heart and slowly emerged.

A slight whisper in his heart, and he asked softly:

Is everything in front of you real?

Are the corridors real? Are they really going around in circles? Is that spot real? Or is it just to mislead them and make them think they are going around in circles?

Mo Yi clenched his teeth, clenched his wrist with one hand, and his fingertips fell deeply into his wound.

The pain climbed up the heart like a worm bite, and slowly penetrated into the depths of the brain.

He knew that his current condition was abnormal. He had experienced one more floor and several more fantasies than Jiang Yuanrou. The mental hospital had a much deeper impact on him than her.

The tiny voice continued to ask:

"Is Jiang Yuanrou real?"

Mo Yi's heart stuttered slightly, and he realized it later. It was not what the voice in his heart said, but from him.

Gentle female voice.

Jiang Yuanrou's voice.

He turned his head to look over the sound, and the cold sweat slowly came from behind him as he moved, making him feel as if he had turned from beginning to end to the soles of his feet.

There is no one around.

Jiang Yuanrou is gone.

Mo Yi heard his heart clamoring loudly in his chest, and his lungs and chest resonated and rumbling breathing, and a buzzing white noise rang out in the silent corridor.

He stood alone in the deep and cold corridor, holding a flashlight in his hand, and the lonely pillar of light shone into the darkness.

Mo Yi's fingertips turned white due to the force, and sharp pain rose from the depths of his mind.

He took a deep breath, took a few steps back slowly, and pressed his back against the cold wall, as if he wanted to restore some rationality, and as if he wanted to lean against the wall to give him some new strength.

Reason is like a tough hand, taking the helm in your mind again.

Mo Yi closed his eyes and sorted out the confused thoughts in his mind in his mind.

If Jiang Yuanrou was fake from the beginning, then he did not leave the negative second floor from the beginning. If Jiang Yuanrou was real, then they must have dispersed after entering the negative first floor.

Without more evidence now, Mo Yi has nothing to truly confirm, especially in the environment that this dungeon deliberately creates for players, the only thing he can believe now is his intuition.

perhaps.

The terrifying thing about this dungeon is that it is pushing the players in it to the brink of madness.

A player with a lack of firmness is likely to be driven crazy directly in this dungeon.

Mo Yi breathed deeply, stabilized his mood that had just been overly ups and downs. He moved his heel back half a step back and his whole body pressed against the wall behind him.

At this moment, he felt the wall behind him, slightly, undetectable, moving.

Mo Yi was stunned, opened his eyes, stood up straight, and then turned his head to look behind him.

I saw that due to the pressure he had just put in, a shallow gap appeared on it, as if it was a deep trace carved on the wall with a knife.

And the strange-shaped oil stain was just printed next to the dark gap.

Mo Yi paused, reached out and pressed it on the wall, and then slowly applied force. With a slight "click", the gap widened and then slid into it.

At this time a door.

The independent wall slowly stretched deep into the depths, revealing a distinct outline, and shadows and darkness spread from the inside—
Chapter completed!