Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 123

The long, deep corridors were filled with a faint smell of blood, and the deep shadows were trapped in the dirty blood-stained walls.

Not far away was a noisy lamp, casting a faint dim light down.

The hypothesis just raised was shuddering--

In the personality split by such a serial killer, there must be an evil personality. Then he kills the bosses of the negative three and negative two layers and tries to open the door of the negative one. It should be to compete for Edwin's body. Control.

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

"Let's go, let's take a look in that room, maybe we can find any clues."

Jiang Yuanrou's complexion was still white, she took a deep breath, then nodded slowly:

"it is good."

In the current situation, even if their guess is true, it will not help. The only thing that can be done is to find clues as far as possible and find a way to leave here.

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

Not only have they not found Jiang Yuanbai, they have not even found any relevant clues.

However, if you miss this copy, and you want to save Jiang Yuanbai again, it's a nightmare.

This is the first time Mo Yi hopes that the copy requires a longer life so that they can stay in this copy for a longer period of time.

He lowered his wrist, exhaled slowly, and then slightly moved his fingers to adjust the flashlight in his hand.

The straight beam of light shines into the darkness deep in the corridor, and the slightly shaking light illuminates the undulating shadows in the dark black corridor in front of it, and outlines the blurred outline.

The two walked back to the deep corridor.

Although the boss in this layer can't pose any threat to them, there is still a more hidden and unknown danger waiting for them. This kind of cognition casts an undispellable **** on the hearts of the two, making them Had to be more cautious.

The atmosphere in the hallway was heavy and tense, making people nervous to cope with everything that might happen next.

They soon came to the door of the blackened room.

Mo Yi turned his head to Jiang Yuanrou, exchanged a certain look, and pushed his finger slightly inward 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, exposing the empty interior, as if waiting for something.

Mo Yi took a few steps inward and shot the room with a flashlight—

The area inside was not small. The icy iron beds were scattered in a mess in the room. The curtains that could not see the color were knocked down on the wet and dirty ground. The rusty railings were half-branched on the ground and flashed in the light With cold light.

On the side of the room is the familiar iron bed. The straps are scattered on the mottled leather. On the side of the table is an old dusty instrument. Countless dense wires hang down. Different colored electrodes are connected to the wires. The end.

And the two iron beds where the corpses had been tied were unsurprisingly empty.

It disappeared like a corpse in the room in the negative floor, and no blood remained on the ground.

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

It was clean, without traces of brain plasma and blood.

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

The blood-drawn butterfly on the wall of the room was still bright and dazzling. Its ugly and bloated body was tightly attached to the wall and ceiling, looking distorted and weird.

Jiang Yuanrou stepped forward, walked to the electric shock bed, and stretched out his hand behind the old instrument—

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

Jiang Yuanrou patted the dust on it, then turned on his flashlight, opened the medical record folder by the light, and looked at it. After a few quick glances, she looked at Mo Yi with some dignity, and said:

"You see this."

Mo Yimai walked away and looked down at Jiang Yuanrou's open medical record folder.

The paper inside is very old, the rough surface shows a faint taupe, and the writing on it is very blurred, which is hard to see under the bright light.

The above seems to be a record of some treatment methods. The patient's name and information have been blurred, but the recorded treatment method can still be seen-

Electric shock, craniotomy, exfoliation of white matter ...

As the pages flipped, cruel therapies that had disappeared into human history, one after another, were displayed before the eyes of the two. It was chilling to record them with cold data and simple descriptions.

This medical record is obviously the record of an experiment that has been performed in this room.

The slight rumbling of the paper sheet sounded in the empty and silent room, and it was gently scraped on the eardrum, which made people nervous.

It quickly turned to the last page.

This page looks clean compared to other pages, with only the subject's name printed on the top of the page.

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

Edwin Carter.

Mo Yi and Jiang Yuanrou couldn't help but look up, looked up at each other—

At the same time, the most likely guess came from their minds ... Edwin used himself as an experimental subject in order to find a cure for mental illness.

According to modern common sense, these near-ignorant therapies at the time could not completely cure mental patients, but they would bring more serious consequences, whether physical or spiritual.

And Edwin himself has a tragic childhood experience, the influence of a perverted murderer father and a family history of mental illness.

Such experiments not only failed to cure his mental condition, but also aggravated 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 mental patients to a mere slaughter.

Mo Yi stared at the sign of Long Fei Feng Wu on the dark yellow paper, and rubbed his fingers subconsciously with the paper sheet.

Maybe ... it was also when Edwin split this most terrifying evil personality.

Jiang Yuanrou sighed for a long time, and then pressed his finger slightly on the medical record, and the paper flashed slightly under the light of the flashlight.

Mo Yi's gaze paused, and he caught the handwriting that flashed under the light--

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

Jiang Yuanrou froze, then stopped the movement in his hand, looked at Mo Yi in doubt, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Yi solemnly reached out to take over the medical record folder in Jiang Yuanrou's hands, and then opened it again to the last page. Next, he twisted the last empty paper surface with his fingers and turned to the back—

The two hearts beat at the same time.

I saw an ugly butterfly appearing behind the paper sheet, appearing under the light on the dim paper surface, the bloated body filled the whole paper ominously, and the pattern on the huge wings formed the shape of eyes, dead He looked back at everyone who looked at it.

What does it mean that this butterfly just happened to appear after this page?

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

So is this butterfly actually not related to several other personalities of Edwin?

Mo Yi froze and seemed to suddenly think of something. He turned his head sharply, looked at Jiang Yuanrou with a burning gaze, and whispered:

"Before on the negative second floor, after you were caught by that woman, you stayed in the same room with her until I went to save you, right?"

Jiang Yuanrou was asked a moment by Mo Yi, but still nodded.

Mo Yi's breathing was a little quick, he stared at Jiang Yuanrou and asked the next question: "During that time, were you still conscious?"

He did not wait for Jiang Yuanrou to answer, and continued to ask, "Do you remember what she did to you during that time?"

Jiang Yuanrou frowned slowly, hesitantly said:

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

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

"Before the twentieth century, the treatment of mental illness was mainly divided into two schools, one of which was the surgical school, and they hoped to use surgical treatments, such as craniotomy, to treat patients, and the other was warm-hearted therapy. Patients give enough care to hope they recover. "

Mo Yi paused and looked at Jiang Yuanrou and said:

"One of them is empathy. The healer tries to communicate with the mentally ill through chatting and talking."

Jiang Yuanrou blinked, and it seemed that some did not respond: "So ... the woman actually wanted to ... treat me?"

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

"I'm afraid yes ... Edwin, minus three and minus two, they are estimated to have been split by Edwin himself due to his obsession with curing mental illness patients. It ’s tenderness therapy. The negative layer is likely to be the personality, so only he can communicate with us. "

Jiang Yuanrou pondered for a moment and asked:

"So ... the other two personalities locked him up for the sake of ... protection?"

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

His gaze fell on the foot of the paper sheet on which the butterfly was painted, and he saw a word written in the previous handwriting:

"Stop"

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

"JustSTOP"

That crooked handwriting appeared again: "theybecomebeautifulonlyaftertheydie."

"Justlikeabutterfly."

Mo Yi hesitated, and suddenly said, "Butterfly larva will break down into only some remaining cell tissue when it is in the cocoon, but it is also a form of death."

[Life is death]

Similarly, [death is life]

Mo Yi turned his head to Jiang Yuanrou, pointed his finger on the handwriting on the corner of the page, and whispered:

"I know where the exit for this floor is."

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