Chapter 123

The narrow and deep corridor was filled with a faint smell of blood, and the deep shadows were trapped in it by dirty and blood-stained walls.

Not far away were the sizzling light tubes, projecting a faint and dim light downwards.

The assumptions just proposed make people shudder—

In the personality split by such a serial killer, there must be an evil personality. Then he kills the bosses on the third and second levels and tries to open the door on the first level, which is to compete for control of Edwin's body.

Mo Yi raised his eyes and finally took a deep look at the corpse hanging on the wall, then turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanrou who was standing aside, and said:

"Let's go, let's go to that room to see, maybe we can find some clues."

Jiang Yuanrou's face was still pale. She took a deep breath and nodded slowly:

"good."

With the current situation, even if their guess is really helpful, the only thing they can do is to find clues as much as possible and find a way to get out of here.

Mo Yi looked down at his watch: There was less than an hour left before the end of this copy.

And now they have not found Jiang Yuanbai, but they have not even found any relevant clues.

However, if you miss this copy, it would be a fantasy to rescue Jiang Yuanbai.

This is the first time Mo Yi hopes that the dungeon requires a longer survival time so that they can stay in this dungeon for a longer time.

He put down his wrist, breathed slowly, then moved his fingers slightly, and adjusted the flashlight in his hand.

The straight column of light shone into the darkness deep in the corridor. The slightly shaking light illuminates the undulating shadows in the dark corridor ahead, outlining a blurry outline.

The two walked towards the depths of the corridor, one in front and one behind.

Although this boss can no longer pose any threat to them, there are still more secret and unknown dangers waiting for them. Such a perception casts a layer of undispelled shadow on the two of them, forcing them to become more cautious.

The atmosphere in the corridor is heavy and tense, making people feel nervous and cope with everything that might happen next.

They soon arrived at the blackened door.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuanrou, exchanged a certain look, and then pushed the door in a slightly forceful manner with his fingertips.

The door of the room slid slowly and silently into the darkness.

The door frame was open like a huge dark mouth, revealing its empty inner body, as if waiting for something.

Mo Yi walked inward for a few steps and shone the room with the flashlight in his hand—

The area inside is quite large, and the cold iron bed is scattered in a mess in the room. The curtains of the color are knocked down on the wet and dirty ground. The rusty railings are half-stuck on the ground, and a cold light is flashing under the light.

On one side of the room was the familiar iron bed, with the restraint straps scattered on the mottled leather, and on the table next to it was an old dust-covered instrument. Countless dense wires were hanging down, and electrodes of different colors were connected to the end of the wire.

And the two iron beds that once tied up corpses were empty without surprise.

Just like the corpse in the room on the negative floor, it disappeared completely, and even the blood on the ground was not left behind.

The light of the flashlight fell on one of the iron beds, the binding belts were scattered empty on the dirty leather bed, and the sharp ice cone lay quietly on the top of the iron bed, and the iron tip flashed with a cold and cold light under the light.

It was clean and there was no trace of brain or blood.

Mo Yi stared at the bed thoughtfully, then moved the flashlight in his hand to other corners of the room.

The butterfly on the wall of the room, outlined with blood, was still bright and dazzling. Its ugly and bloated body was tightly pressed against the wall and ceiling, looking twisted and weird.

Jiang Yuanrou took a few steps forward, walked to the bed for electric shock, and then extended her hand to the old instrument-

Mo Yi turned his head and saw that she picked up a dusty medical record from the corner of the table.

Jiang Yuanrou patted the dust on it, then turned on her flashlight, turned on the medical record clip through the light, looked at it, and after a few quick glances, she looked at Mo Yi with a serious expression and said:

"You see this."

Mo Yi took a step forward and looked down at the medical record open in Jiang Yuanrou's hand.

The paper inside is very old, the rough surface appears a dull gray-brown color, and the handwriting on it is also very blurry, making it ugly and realistic under the light that is not bright.

The above seems to be records of some treatment methods. The patient's name and information are already blurred, but the recorded treatment methods can still be seen--

Electric shock, craniotomy, leukotomy resection of the cerebral lobe...

As the paper pages turned, one cruel therapy after another that had disappeared into human history was revealed before the two of them, and recorded it with cold data and simple descriptions, which was chilling.

This medical record is obviously the experimental record that has been conducted in this room.

The subtle sound of paper turning sounded in the empty and quiet room, gently scraping on the eardrum, making people feel heart-wrenching.

Soon, I turned to the last page.

This page looks clean compared to other pages, and only the names of the experimental subjects are printed on the top of the page on the whole sheet of paper.

The pale light of the flashlight shines the handwriting on it clearly and vividly, which is exactly the same handwriting as in the previous pages:

Edwin Carter.

Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanrou were stunned and raised their heads to look at each other-

The most likely guess emerged in their minds... In order to find a cure for mental illness, Edwin also used himself as the subject of the experiment.

According to modern common sense, these nearly ignorant therapies at that time were completely unable to cure mentally ill patients, but would have more serious consequences, both physically and mentally.

Edwin himself had a tragic childhood experience, as well as the influence of a perverted murderer father and a criminal record of family mental illness.

Such experiments not only fail to cure his mental state, but will aggravate his mental illness.

Perhaps this is why after Edwin returned to his father's old house, he gradually evolved from an extreme method of treating mentally ill patients to a simple torture.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes and stared at the signature of the dark yellow paper, and subconsciously rubbed the paper page with his fingers.

Perhaps...it was also at this moment that Edwin split out the most terrifying evil personality.

Jiang Yuanrou sighed deeply, then closed the medical record clip with a little force, and the paper page flashed slightly under the light of the flashlight.

Mo Yi's eyes paused, and suddenly captured the handwriting that flashed under the light-

He reached out and pressed Jiang Yuanrou's palm, and whispered: "Wait."

Jiang Yuanrou was stunned, then stopped the movement in her hand, looked at Mo Yi in confusion, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Yi's face was solemn, and then he turned on the last page again. Next, he twisted the last empty paper with his fingers and turned it back-

The two of them were in a slight heart at the same time.

An ugly butterfly appeared behind the page, and floated on the dim surface of the paper under the light. Her bloated body covered the entire piece of paper with hideous and ominous shape. The patterns on the huge wings formed the shape of eyes, looking back at everyone who was looking at it in a dead state.

Does this butterfly happen to appear after this page mean?

If Edwin's experiments on himself led to the birth of that evil personality...

So does this butterfly have nothing to do with Edwin's other personalities?

Mo Yi was stunned, as if he suddenly thought of something. He turned his head suddenly, looked at Jiang Yuanrou with a burning look, and asked in a low voice:

"When you were caught by that woman before, you stayed in the same room with her until I went to save you, right?"

Jiang Yuanrou was stunned by Mo Yi's question, but nodded.

Mo Yi's breathing was slightly rapid. He stared at Jiang Yuanrou and asked the next question: "Did you still have consciousness during that time?"

Before Jiang Yuanrou could answer, he continued to ask: "Do you remember what she did to you during that time?"

Jiang Yuanrou frowned slowly and said hesitantly:

"I lost too much blood at that time and was soaked in ice water. My memory was a little unclear, but I seemed to have an impression...she seemed to be talking to me? Or telling stories... or something..."

Mo Yi's throat moved slightly, his voice was a little hoarse. He calmed down for a few seconds, and then said:

"Before the 20th century, the treatment of mental illness was mainly divided into two schools. One of them was the surgical school. They hoped to use surgical treatments, such as craniotomy and electric shock, to treat patients, and the other was warm therapy, which hoped that they would recover by giving enough care to the patients."

Mo Yi paused, looked at Jiang Yuanrou and said:

“One of them is empathy, where therapist tries to communicate with mentally ill people through chatting and confiding.”

Jiang Yuanrou blinked, seemingly unresponsive: "So...that woman actually wants to...treat me?"

Mo Yi nodded slowly, took a deep breath and continued:

"I'm afraid... Edwin, who is on the third floor and the second floor, is probably all split by Edwin himself due to his obsession with curing patients with mental illness. The third floor is surgical treatment, and the second floor is warm therapy. The first floor is likely to be the master's personality, so only he can communicate and communicate with us."

Jiang Yuanrou pondered for a while and asked:

"So... the other two personalities locked him up, actually for... protection?"

Mo Yi was silent for a few seconds and replied: "It's possible."

His eyes fell at the end of the page of the butterfly-painted paper, and he saw a word written in the previous handwriting:

“stop”

The following line has a crooked handwriting: "Why?"

“juststop”

The crooked handwriting reappeared: "theybeebeautifulonlyaftertheydie."

“justlikutterfly.”

Mo Yi was stunned and suddenly spoke: "When the butterfly larvae are in the cocoon, they will decompose themselves to only some residual cell tissues, which is actually...it is also a formal death."

【Life is death】

Similarly, [Death is life]

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuanrou, pointed at the handwriting at a corner of the page, and whispered:
Chapter completed!