Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 93

The mechanical female voice echoed in the empty and dark corridor, as if seeping out from the walls in all directions.

“Your only task is to survive in this mental asylum for six hours…”

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

The robotic voice continued monotonously.

“The following is a hint for the players:

Up is down, to leave is to stay, to live is to die, you are me.

I wish you a happy game.”

The female voice faded, and the entire corridor returned to its original darkness and silence.

After the last lingering echoes of the voice dissipated into the air, the overhead lights suddenly came on without warning.

The cold and pale lamps sizzled on the dirty ceiling, illuminating the small section of the corridor in front of him. The dark brown blood stains and handprints plastered all over the wall appeared even more distinct under the light.

Yet the corridor further away still remained shrouded in darkness.

The shadows of the tables, chairs and documents scattered across the ground undulated and blurred into the darkness, looking like a crowd of creatures who were silently sleeping.

Frowning, Mo Yi tightened his cold fingers. The metal edges of the flashlight under his palm pressed sharply against his skin, causing a slight dull pain to radiate down his arm.

The instance would only begin after all the players had gathered previously, but this time, the System had announced the start of the game without Mo Yi meeting a single player yet.

This was a huge change in the rules of the game, and having such an unexpected change essentially made the game full of uncertainty.

He silently recited the excerpt from the System in his heart, ruminating over each word separately, but still came up empty.

Mo Yi stood still on the spot and surveyed the illuminated corridor he was in.

There was a solid brick wall which appeared impenetrable, covered with dirty stains and dried blood. The pale beam of the flashlight shone where the dim light overhead couldn’t illuminate—the whole wall didn’t have a single window.

This corridor was completely enclosed. Without a window, it meant that he wouldn’t be able to see the countdown, and also meant that Wen Chen would not be able to enter this instance.

He wasn’t able to take the initiative to enter the instance, unless a player in the instance lets him in.

The previous instance he experienced happened to be in a semi-closed state, with half of it in an open area, so Wen Chen was able to follow him into the house.

Mo Yi couldn’t help feeling that it was a waste. Although he didn’t think Wen Chen could be of much help in the stage, having an NPC who was willing to save him was akin to a guarantee to keep him alive.

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Those light grey eyes subconsciously surfaced in front of his mind, and Mo Yi couldn’t help but be a little distracted.

He didn’t know if it was just his misconception, but he always felt that the gaze of Wen Chen on him…was always too focused and intense, as if…it was not the first time they had met.

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

The light overhead flickered noisily, struggling to diffuse the faint light. It felt as though there was something lurking in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Mo Yi paused, then chose to move in a random direction.

His flashlight appeared extremely small and weak in the dense darkness, and could only illuminate a small portion of the path ahead.

He walked around the dusty tables and chairs piled on the ground in front of him, being careful not to touch any objects.

After all, this corridor was way too quiet now and it would be bad if the noise unknowingly disturbed anything in the dark.

Mo Yi stepped forward slowly. The dim flickering lights behind him elongated his shadow, blurring the front of it with the gloomy darkness while the flashlight in his hand swayed as he walked.

The salty smell of blood and rust became thicker in the air, its concentration gradually increasing with each step Mo Yi took, nearly condensing into an ominous blood mist which shrouded the dark corridor.

Mo Yi’s foot slipped. His heart shuddered, and he hurriedly braced himself against the wall.

The light of the flashlight swayed, shifting downwards, and illuminated his feet.

Mo Yi’s heart tightened.

His soles were tainted with a glaring bright red. Blood covered the entire ground like a deep lake and Mo Yi could almost see the reflection of his flashlight in it.

This was different from the dried dark brown blood stains he’d seen earlier in the corridor. This pool of blood was fresh, exuding the breath of death, imprinting the dazzling colour of scarlet deeply into people’s retinas.

Mo Yi’s heart sank.

He lifted his wrist up a little, and saw that the furniture nearby were all covered with spots of blood, so large that it made people feel chills.

There were even blood trails on the ground, extending into the dense darkness into the distance.

Mo Yi’s breathing grew shallow. He moved forward slowly.

The room beside him was similar to the one he woke in. Presumably, they were all wards of this asylum. Some of these had their doors securely locked, and it was only through the piece of grey glass above that he could get a glimpse of the interior.

Some wards had their doors open. Mo Yi swept through them with his flashlight, scanning the dark corners.

Unfortunately, none of the wards had windows. However, there was still a cold breeze infiltrating them, chipping away at Mo Yi’s remaining body temperature and making his skin crawl.

Every ward was in a complete mess. The beds, tables, and chairs were all broken and lying amidst the dust, stained by spots of solidified dried blood.

Mo Yi cautiously followed the trail of blood forward, stepping around the obstacles one after another.

After walking for about another ten metres, he finally reached the end of the corridor.

There was a mottled iron railing, and the steel pillars on it were arranged into diamond shapes. Mo Yi tried to tug at it but found that it only rattled but didn’t move at all. Rust and dust rustled down along with his movements, fluttering through the air lit by the halo of light.

Mo Yi moved closer and found a steel door panel under the railing.

Seems… like an elevator?

Mo Yi training his flashlight onto the wall beside him—

Sure enough, there was an elevator panel on the wall, but there was only one button. Moreover, the symbol on it was too blurry to make out its original appearance.

Mo Yi pressed the button, but there was no movement from the elevator in front of him. Looking closer, he noticed a narrow card slot above the button.

—It seemed that the elevator could only be activated with an employee card.

As expected, none of the instances would allow players to pass so easily.

Mo Yi sighed. He didn’t feel too much regret. Next, he prepared to turn his head to screen the entire corridor and carefully search for the card.

Yet, just when he was about to turn around…he caught the sound of heavy, dragging footsteps from the other end of the dark corridor.

Dangerous. An acute sense of uneasiness filled Mo Yi.

Mo Yi’s scalp tingled. A chill surged from the bottom of his heart, making his hands and feet cold while a layer of hot sweat broke out on his forehead.

He instinctively switched his flashlight off and slipped into a half-open ward to hide.

His back was snugly pressed against the cold and damp wall, and the chill seeped through his skin and penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

Mo Yi slapped a hand over his nose and mouth to prevent his rapid breathing from betraying his position.

The heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer.

Step by step, as if stepping on his heart.

Mo Yi’s eyelashes trembled slightly. His gaze slowly adapted to the heavy darkness in front of him.

—The putrid scent of blood intensified.

Mo Yi felt a chill on the back of his neck. A shuddering sense of danger enveloped him, making him turn his head stiffly.

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

And in the dead silence, the heavy footsteps were still approaching.