Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Ninety-six

Mo Yi's fingers pressed against the icy door panel, and the knuckles whitened by the force were stiff and crooked, shining a little light in the darkness.

His breathing pressure was extremely light, as if all sounds in the body were pressed into the deep water, all the turbulence and undulations were pressed under the thick ice.

The half-covered door slightly exposed the gap, and there was a slight light from the outside. The fuzzy footsteps passed through the half-covered door knocker and passed into the eardrum clearly.

The shrill, slightly metallic sound is even more pronounced.

It seems like a slight sound of sharp edges dragging to the ground.

What brought Mo Yi the strongest sense of crisis did not come from outside.

— But behind him.

The whole room seemed to be filled with strange low temperatures. The gloomy and moist air penetrated into the skin like a cold blade. The sharp pain spread from the peripheral nerves all the way to the top of his head, causing small particles to float on his bare skin.

Mo Yi couldn't help recalling the map, and painted the room with thick and dark blood, as if it represented an unknown ink mark, lingering in his mind.

The unknown darkness behind Mo Yi stabbed his back like a thorn, and his whole body muscles were tight.

Just then, a short distance outside the door lit up without warning-the humming noise of electric current above the corridor, the dim and dim light illuminated half of the corridor on the side.

Then it flickered violently like a flash of light, and returned to darkness in the corridor.

Mo Yi's palm pressed against the half-covered door panel stiffened uncontrollably, his pupils narrowed, and his breathing was unstable for a moment.

At the moment the light just turned on, he saw the flashing figure in the corridor--

There was only a tall, blurred shadow, illuminated by Mo Yi's narrow and restricted field of vision. He slowly walked around, dragging a huge long knife behind him, scraping sharp metal sounds on the ground. .

The sound of the soles rubbing against the ground was synchronized with his movements, and the rustle echoed in the dead corridor, making the scalp tingling.

Immediately after-the lights went out.

The footsteps in the corridor stopped abruptly as the lights disappeared.

——Not to stay away slowly, but to disappear instantly.

The swamp-like darkness and silence enveloped Mo Yi, and it was so thick and close to the coldness of the entity that Mo Yi's back slowly climbed into the creepy ice cold.

He listened with breathlessness—no sound, as if exiled from the world, and Mo Yi's heart trembled with such deep silence.

Just then, his heart suddenly burst into a fierce uneasiness, as if every cell was clamoring for danger! Shouting deep in his mind-run away!

Mo Yi was so excited that he hadn't waited for a response from him, but he just felt that the door under his palm suddenly moved by himself.

Just listen to a loud bang!

Deafening in the darkness of silence--

The door was closed fiercely at a near violent speed!

Mo Yi's throat tightened, and in the re-settled silence, he could only hear his rapid breathing and heartbeat rumbling, and a ridiculous but reasonable conjecture rushed under his heart, making him cold ...

Everything that just happened seemed to be controlling his actions.

The sole purpose was ... to induce him to set foot in this room.

The soaring adrenaline caused Mo Yi's forehead to exude fine cold sweat, the palm of his hand was cold, and the heart in his chest seemed to jump out of his throat, but his mind was unexpectedly calm.

It was as if the soul and body were separated, watching everything indifferently and calmly.

He closed his eyes fiercely, took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and turned away.

Mo Yi's dark eyes were like lingering mercury, slightly hidden under the long and straight eyelashes, staring at the bottomless darkness in front of him.

His fingertips moved slightly, turning on the flashlight held in his palm.

A "click" sounded, and the cold, pale lights lit up, lighting up the room a bit. The round lampposts were blocked by the objects in front and twisted into irregular shapes.

In front of me was a cold iron bed reflecting the pale light under the light of a flashlight. A number of straps were wrapped around it from top to bottom. The edges were rough and white, and the bottom was slightly off the line.

Mo Yi held his breath, slightly moved the flashlight in his hand, and lit the old instrument next to the iron bed—

Numerous wires hang quietly from above, and the ends of the wires are connected to electrodes that can't see the color, and they hang down densely.

There was an unbearably dirty smell in the darkness, as if the salty and rusty **** smell was mixed with the rotten smell of the corpse, and the dust and bacteria were fermented.

Mo Yi's throat knot moves slightly--

This is an electric chair for treating patients with mental illness by electric shock therapy.

He took a few steps and found that the thin leather covered above the iron bed was full of painful scratches and tear marks, dark brown spots scattered, and there were several broken nails on the scratches. .

shocking.

Mo Yi slightly raised his wrist, and the beam of light of the flashlight illuminated the distant scenery with his movements--

He found out that the room was much larger than he had imagined. The area was almost the size of five or six wards, separated by a lot of dirty curtains, and he could not see the whole room at a glance.

Each curtain was covered with spotty stains, dark brown and light brown, and there were countless or complete or incomplete handprints on it, and it was not known whether it was stain or dried blood.

Among them, there was blood flowing slowly under a curtain near Mo Yi, spreading extremely slowly, and the thick and thick pool of blood showed a dirty dark red under the light, just like any living creature.

The whole room is as quiet as the whole world, only deadly silence.

Mo Yi's fingers holding the flashlight tightened slightly, and the cold and sweaty palm felt the edges and shapes of the metal in his hand.

He took a step forward, held the curtain with the free hand, and pulled it hard, pulling it open.

The harsh sound of rusty metal sliding and the sound of whispering fabrics sounded, revealing the whole scene after that—

Even though Mo Yi was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but jump back and frowned tightly.

In front of me was an iron bed, unlike the empty electric shock bed just now. This bed was ... someone.

A man was tied tightly to a mottled and rusty iron bed, his limbs were tightly tight, his head was covered with blood, his head was firmly fixed on the iron bed with an iron hoop, and a long ice cone was running down him His eye sockets penetrated into the skull straight through the eyeballs. The edge of the iron bed was full of semi-coagulated blood. The blood pool on the ground was mottled, which made him feel cold.

Mo Yi's gaze fell on the table next to the iron bed, with iron tools such as awl hammers covered with blood strewn on it, and dark brown marks under the blood. I couldn't tell whether it was rust or old blood.

He pursed his lips, his eyes sinking slightly.

-Brain lobe resection.

The treatment of mental illness, which was very popular in the 1940s and 1950s, was to "cure" mental illness by extending an awl-like awl into the patient's eye socket and then removing some nerve fibers in the anterior lobe of the brain.

The man was dead-Ice Cone smashed his eyeballs and pierced his head straight.

Mo Yi turned to the side and pulled up another curtain beside him.

There is also an iron bed there, on which lies a vaguely fleshed man. His belly is wide and his **** organs are naked. Exposed in the cold air, a large hole is drilled in his skull, exposing red and white. brain tissue.

The man's face was crooked and twisted, and the straps on his wrists clasped tightly into the flesh, exuding dripping blood.

After seeing the instruments on the two iron beds just now, Mo Yi quickly thought of the therapy on this bed:

Craniotomy and surgery.

Treatment of mental illness is achieved by exposing the patient's brain and removing the "ill" organs.

Mo Yi noticed that although the clothes on these two men were messed up with blood, they were still able to identify modern clothes-they should also be the players who died in this copy.

The thick smell of blood and rancidity intensified in the air, and Mo Yi coughed lowly, and he took two steps back with difficulty breathing.

However, at this moment, a slight metallic sound sounded without warning in a gloomy dark silence—

"Click".

The slight sound of collision in the silence sounded extremely clear and harsh, almost touching Mo Yi's heartbeat.

He breathed slightly, looking in the direction of the sound.

I saw that under the cold and pale beam of light of the flashlight, the metal clasps of the straps fastened on those two beds were automatically released, making a "click" sound.

The man on the bed in front turned slowly, the long ice cone in the broken eyeballs trembled, staring at him with an empty, **** gray-white pupil empty.

-"Click"

On the other man's twisted and ugly face, bloodshot eyes turned around one by one, slowly looking at Mo Yi, the bones of the cervical spine creaking and creaking.

"Click".

Mo Yi stepped back subconsciously, then turned and ran towards the door. He clasped the handle on the door tightly with the palm of his sweat and shook it vigorously.

But the door seemed to be immovable as if poured by copper pouring iron, and it fit tightly on the door frame, which seemed to be completely unaffected.

Mo Yi was able to hear his burning and rapid breathing and the sound of blood flowing in his chest. Everything else seemed to be away from his mind. Only the slight metal collision sound was clear and bright--

"Click".

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