Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 97

Mo Yi shook the motionless door panel with his cold hands. With his movement, a tearing pain came from his hu kou acupoint, which blazingly invaded his chest, yet it still couldn’t drive away the chill in the marrow of his bones.

It was as if he had fallen into a rushing glacier in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the cold, numb, and the heavy ice water froze his limbs and dragged him into this cold and dark abyss.

—’click’.

The sound of another belt buckle being undone came clearly from behind him, the sound piercing straight into his brain through his eardrum like an awl.

The icy cold air smelled sticky, bloody and rotten. With Mo Yi’s rapid breathing, it slipped into his airway, piercing his chest like thousands of tiny ice needles, causing his brain to clear up.

Mo Yi realised that the door in front of him could not be opened, so he resolutely gave up on trying again and turned around abruptly.

His flashlight swayed with his movements, casting a dim light into the darkness and illuminating a scene that looked like a nightmare—

Several straps on the two beds were still not loosened yet, and the two bloody corpses were waiting quietly.

Still, a gigantic smile, stiff and distorted, slowly stretched across the two symmetrical faces. Their ashen and deformed lips were pulled up to their ears while their cloudy eyes were fixed on Mo Yi’s figure, exuding an astonishing amount of malice.

The dark and rich blood mixed with the internal organs slid down the cold bedposts of the iron bed, and the stench of blood grew stronger and stronger, making one feel unbearably nauseated.

Mo Yi clenched his teeth. The rosy colour of blood on his face receded as he fixed his dark eyes on the front. Then, he started running in the opposite direction, away from the door.

Just as he leapt across the pool of blood on the ground, he heard an increasingly clear ‘click’ from behind him—

It was followed by the sound of the belt snapping in the darkness, accompanied by the sharp and piercing ‘squeak’ of the iron bed on the ground. These sounds, all of them indicated that…

The restraints have all been untied.

Mo Yi’s breath became laboured. He sprinted in the opposite direction with all his strength, but the green and dirty curtains hanging before him were like overlapping barriers blocking his sight and actions.

He pulled the curtain before him open while rushing forward. The iron hook above the curtain let out a sound that seemed like a dying shriek, that accompanied by the whistling wind, pierced into his ears, and tightly twisted around Mo Yi’s throat like a silk thread.

Behind him was the sound of footsteps, clear and heavy, with every step hitting heavily into his heart, and causing his heart to tremble.

The rancid stench of blood became stronger.

Mo Yi lifted his gaze while running. His eyes swept across the wall beside him and his heart stuttered—

Dark red blood began to ooze from the ceiling, slowly sliding down, leaving snake-like traces along the wall. Blood was oozing out from all over the room, and the wriggling malice was spreading and climbing along the crimson trail, seeping into every single pore.

Mo Yi’s breathing was unsteady, but his pair of dark eyes were surprisingly bright, sharply and closely focusing on a point in front of him.

As he ran, he tore the curtains open one after another. The blood stains on them became deeper and dirtier, enveloping him like an endless quagmire, as if it was a never-ending swamp he could never walk out of.

Mo Yi’s breathing became more and more rapid. His body was sore from excessive exertion. His vision blurred with flashes of dizzy white spots due to lack of oxygen. Cold sweat beaded on on his forehead, slid down his tight eyebrows, then dripped into his collar—

The footsteps behind were getting closer while the distance between them was shortening inch by inch.

Mo Yi clearly realised that the situation was very bad.

At this moment, when his arms stiffened by excessive force opened another stained curtain, his eyes suddenly lit up!

There was a door there!

There was a light from the other side of the ajar door, though faint yet vivid, as if hope was waving at him!

Suddenly, a strong sense of anxiety clamped down on Mo Yi’s heart, as if a bolt of lightning had pierced into his skull and highlighted the suspicions in his brain—

From earlier, all of his actions seemed to be under the control of this room.

Step by step, inch by inch, luring him towards this established destiny.

And just akin to a marionette, he was unable to control his actions, and was pulled by the strings as he slowly slid towards the dark bottomless abyss—

Mo Yi’s entire body was cold, as though he had fallen into an ice cave.

His muscles were stiff. The white light before him which had symbolised hope earlier was now like a sweet whisper of death, tightly clutching his heart.

Suddenly, the hint from earlier surfaced from the depths of his chaotic thoughts, echoing in the depths of his mind like a bell, whirling dizzily in his mind:

—”To leave is to stay,? to live is to die.”

Mo Yi exhaled deeply and came to an abrupt stop, standing still on the spot.

The heavy footsteps behind him approached slowly, rubbing against the ground with a heavy dragging sound that penetrated his eardrums.

His heart was beating uncontrollably. Hot sweat slid down icy cheeks, leaving a burning sensation on his skin.

An uneasy premonition clenched Mo Yi’s internal organs, as if molten iron had condensed and cooled in his stomach before plunging heavily. The inherent sense of crisis stimulated his nerve endings like needles, forcibly urging him—

Run! Run!

Mo Yi gritted his teeth. He closed his eyes fiercely and tried his best to resist the desire to run into the light not far away.

He summoned a prop and held the cold and smooth glass bead in the palm of his hand, just in case he needed it.

The sound of his beating heart and his hot and rapid breathing mixed into a chaotic sound that occupied all of his thoughts.

The footsteps behind him were approaching. The heavy and dragging sounds echoed in the empty room, with a strong smell of blood.

The salty and rusty tang emanated slowly through the mouth and merged with the scent of blood in his nasal cavity, making it almost difficult for Mo Yi to tell whether he had tasted the taste of blood on his tongue.

The footsteps drew even closer.

Mo Yi’s fingers tightened subconsciously. His neatly trimmed nails were deeply embedded in his sweaty palm, and the cold glass bead dug into his palm. The sharp pain hit him like a tsunami, tearing into his already tense nerves—

Then, at this very moment, the footsteps stopped.

The entire room was filled with a vast empty silence. It felt as if there was an invisible wind whirling and the silence was so cold that it made people feel uneasy.

Mo Yi slowly opened his eyes.

There was a cold light flickering in front of his eyes, which almost made him turn his face away subconsciously.

He paused. His violent heartbeat finally calmed down, and he turned to take another look—

There was no door, no road, and no light.

His flashlight illuminated the scene before him. There was nothing there. All there was was a wall, and a familiar iron bed several steps away.

The mottled and rusted steel bedpost reflected the cold light, and the shocking sight of those scratches and dark blood stains all over it was enough to make one’s heart skip a beat.

There were belts and wires scattered above the bed, all of which were wide open as if waiting for something.

The iron bed was so close to Mo Yi. If he took a few more steps forward, he would have fallen down on the electric shock bed.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Mo Yi’s back, and the pinched wound on the palm of his hand was burning hot.

—This is the exact same iron bed he saw when he first entered the door.

Now, he finally seemed to understand how the two dead players were bound to the bed.

Mo Yi’s Adam’s apple bobbed. A chill came over him, and he slowly looked behind him.

A horrific picture suddenly leapt into his line of sight—the wall was covered with dark red blood, dyeing the dirty and discoloured wall into a strange picture.

It was a huge butterfly.

Its huge and distorted body was drawn with coagulated blood, and the huge patterns on its deformed wings resembled lifeless eyes, staring down at Mo Yi who was in the centre of the room.

Mo Yi took a deep breath. He suppressed the extremely uncomfortable feeling in his heart and looked away.

He flicked the flashlight in his hand and shined it on the rest of the room.

The room was far smaller than what he had seen just now.

There were several iron frames hanging with dirty dark green curtains fallen over on the ground. The stained curtains were pitifully strewn out across the ground, so stained with semi-coagulated blood that it was no longer possible to make out their original appearance.

The two iron beds on which the corpses were lying were still placed at the place he saw earlier. Their dead grey eyes were staring up at the ceiling blankly while turbid and dark blood flowed down. The sight exuded an uneasy air.

However, the binding straps were tightly bound without any signs of loosening.

From Mo Yi’s point of view, the iron bed on which the two corpses were on was located in front of the wings of the huge butterfly that covered the entire room, directly on the patterns on the wings which resembled eyes. This superimposed image was unsettling.

Mo Yi spat out a foul breath. He wiped the sweat off his cheek with the wrist holding the flashlight, then walked towards the door.

He circled carefully across the messy ground and around the two iron beds on which the corpses were lying, and reached for the doorknob.

—Still unable to open it.

Mo Yi couldn’t help being taken aback.

How was this possible?

Before he could calm down and think further, he felt a strong force coming from his side, shoving him to the side!

After a bout of dizziness, he felt something cold and hard under his body, followed by a bone-piercing pain which spread all the way down the nerves, making Mo Yi groan involuntarily.

But he actually didn’t fall onto the ground.

Instead, he’d fallen onto the familiar iron bed that reeked of blood and fear—

The sizzle of the electric current rang in his ears. Sparks shot up in the darkness, hitting Mo Yi’s retina, leaving a sharp sting.