Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 37

Mo Yi turned on the flashlight, tapping it against his palm. The beam of the flashlight was perfectly straight, penetrating the darkness without hesitation, swaying on the opposite wall.

It wasn’t damaged. The battery was in good condition.

Mo Yi somewhat absently turned off the flashlight switch, held it in his palm, slowly took a deep breath, and then without the slightest hesitation, walked out.

He felt that the appearance of the little girl last night must not have been a coincidence.

— She was looking for a rabbit.

After leaving the dangerous situation, Mo Yi instantly made a connection. Inside that Playroom, he had accidently stepped on a rabbit doll that was falling apart.

Whether the two were related or not, only by going over to see it would one be able to know.

Mo Yi slightly narrowed his eyes, long eyelashes concealing the complex emotions in his eyes.

His steps slowly paused, stopping for a very long time in front of a familiar door.

The door header of that door was much lower than the others. The poorly crafted door frame was crooked and rough. On the side of the door, crookedly written in crayon were several small letters, “Playroom.”

However, unlike the last time, this time the door was densely packed with countless very small bloody handprints, one on top of the other, almost completely covering half of the door. The wide, vast stretch of scarlet practically made one’s eyeball sting in pain.

It was a ghastly sight.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, subconsciously gripping the flashlight in his hand. The ice-cold metal case brought a slight chill to the center of his palms, penetrating to the bones, making him a little calmer.

The previous time in the Playroom was absolutely not a pleasant experience. Although it didn’t do him any real harm, that feeling of oppression, which had almost solidified into a substance, was a feeling that could not be forgotten right away in a short time.

Plus, now that the side mission was now open, the degree of difficulty had dramatically increased — no one could guarantee what would happen after entering.

Mo Yi placed the palm of his hand on the doorknob, merely twisting it lightly.

The door noiselessly and smoothly slipped into the darkness.

Just like last time, noiselessly and silently inviting him to enter, waiting for the innocent to burst inside.

Mo Yi felt that his throat was a bit dry and rough. He shallowly swallowed his saliva, throat sore with a painful heat.

At this moment, there was a slight noise in the Playroom.

“Click”.

The light automatically turned on.

A wan and dim light spilled over the room, revealing the full view of the room.

The Playroom was not very big, so much so that it appeared rather ordinary when compared with the other rooms.

The low crooked walls were pasted with odd coloured wallpaper. The tattered edges of the wallpaper had peeled off, exposing walls of indistinguishable color. The room inside was absolutely empty and there was a filthy carpet spread out on the ground.

Scattered toys and dolls were messily cluttered on the carpet.

A small pile of building blocks was arranged into a crooked tiny house, clumsily painted by hand, looking quite funny. A few small dust covered dolls lay beside it, and some were also piled in a small pile by the corner of the wall.

The pit of Mo Yi’s stomach slightly jumped.

He remembered that when he came to the Playroom last time, he seemed to have kicked the pile of blocks apart.

He composed himself and looked around the entire Playroom, staying for a particularly long time on the wall — the six portraits he saw last time were already gone, leaving only a bare piece of wallpaper, looking empty.

Moreover, more importantly, the rabbit had also disappeared.

Mo Yi was slightly at ease. This at least proved that the rabbit the little girl was looking for really was the one he had guessed.

He strode into the room and had just walked a few steps when he felt a cool breeze sweeping past from behind, and then there was a loud “bang” —

Mo Yi quickly turned around.

The door behind him had already been slammed shut.

His heart contracted. He quickly walked towards the door, hand reaching for the doorknob and gave it a violent shake.

The door was like poured copper, similar to cast iron, not budging an inch as Mo Yi completely used up the strength in his body to pull it. It was as if it were tightly glued to the door frame.

Mo Yi gasped lowly, slightly holding onto the door panel for support, but his lowered eyes caught a glimpse of a corner behind the door, and he couldn’t help but stop.

It was a gray rabbit.

It was sitting upright against the wall behind the door, the tattered belly exposing the filthy cotton padding, tufts of it drooping to the ground. Its black eyes, covered in dust, closely stared at Mo Yi.

Mo Yi’s lips pursed, smoothed out his breathing, then crouched down, reached out and picked up the rabbit.

The moment he straightened up to leave, he heard a familiar “click” sound.

The lights went out.

The room was pitch-black in an instant.

There was a chill from behind Mo Yi, climbing along the tailbone, and the skin exposed to the ice-cold cold air immediately gave rise to a layer of goose bumps.

The room was frighteningly quiet. Mo Yi could only hear his own unsteady breathing and rapidly contracting heartbeat.

Through the cracks of the door, a subtle light filtered in from the corridor.

Not knowing whether or not it was an illusion, Mo Yi used his hazy eyesight in the darkness and seemed to see —

He was not the only one in this room.

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Mo Yi held his breath, stiff fingertips faintly exerting force, and turned on the flashlight.

The cold bright beam of light penetrated the darkness, illuminating the opposite wall.

The room was completely empty, as if mocking Mo Yi’s overly rich imagination. Yet, in the next second, the flashlight in his hand suddenly began to flicker.

The faint and uncertain light struggled to flicker indefinitely on the opposite wall. Every time it dimmed, there seemed to be another shadow on the wall.

Finally, after two soft “zizi” sounds, the flashlight could not let out any light at all.

The room was plunged into an extreme deathly silence and darkness.

Mo Yi stood in the dark, stiff from head to toe, unsteady breathing exposing uneasy state of mind.

At this moment, a very small weak force firmly grasped the rabbit in Mo Yi’s hand and gently pulled it out.

Mo Yi was taken aback and slightly loosened his stiff palm.

The rabbit was pulled out of his hand, quietly slipping into the boundless darkness.

“Thank you.” A small child’s voice sounded in the darkness, “Thank you for helping me find my rabbit, Mister.”

Mo Yi felt a little relieved, but before he could say anything, the child’s voice rang again, “But… they want to play with you. I can’t stop them.”

Mo Yi’s back was cold, and a sense of horror seized his mind in a flash. He asked using rough English, “Who are they?”

“Mister, don’t blame them. They are just too lonely.” The delicate voice of the child did not answer, and instead continued to speak about its own matters, “— Really want someone to join them.”

Mo Yi did not have a chance to do something before feeling that his pants legs were dragged by a heavy object. Then, more and more heavy objects were piled up, ruthlessly pulling him down.

Mo Yi ran to the door with all his strength and shook the door, but to no avail. The door was still tightly welded to the door frame, not moving at all.

The small girl’s voice sounded again, “If you can leave, I will be grateful towards you — If not, just keep playing with us, ba.”

The soft giggling of a child echoed through the room, causing one’s hair to stand on end.

At the same time, the lights overhead began to flicker like crazy, the entire room dark for a short while and then illuminated for a short while.

Mo Yi then caught sight of countless large and small broken dolls rushing forth from nowhere, drowning him like a surging wave, filling the entire room at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the next second, when the lights dimmed and then brightened, those large and small dolls became tiny pale bloody hands, elbowing one’s way through and pushing other’s aside, reaching out for him, firmly grabbing Mo Yi’s hands and feet, dragging him downwards.

As the lights brightened and dimmed, the things in the room transformed between dolls and hands, but they both equally increased more and more, practically drowning Mo Yi.

Mo Yi struggled, breathing a little unsteady

The door still had not moved an inch.

A small deathly pale hand wrapped around his neck and stroked his cheek.

The ice-cold touch made Mo Yi tremble and unexpectedly calm down.

Think! Think!

Mo Yi rapidly searched the entire room with his eyes — finally, his eyes lit up!

A familiar brown teddy bear lay in the middle of the countless dolls, its two intact gray eyes quietly watching him.

Mo Yi spared no effort, struggling to pounce on the bear.

The light dimmed for an instant, then turned on again —

The teddy bear turned into a small hand stained with blood. The bloodstain on that hand was particularly thick, almost dyeing it a pure blood red.

Had no other choice but to fight!

Mo Yi gritted his teeth, hand struggling to reach out, and tightly held it.

A strong force came instantly, almost like an iron hoop, and pulled Mo Yi over.

Mo Yi was faint with blurred vision for a while, following the whole force of the heavy smash, and returned to his senses only to find that he was laying down in the corridor.

Under his body was an old, dirty, dusty carpet, and a rotten, dusty smell filled his nasal cavities.

Mo Yi turned over in a daze.

The dim wall lamp added a gloomy and strange atmosphere to the long and narrow corridor and the ice-cold temperature penetrated the skin — Only then did Mo Yi discover that he was already wet with sweat all over.

The clammy shirt was extremely uncomfortably stuck to his body.

Mo Yi didn’t care about it and instead lay flat on the ground and let out a long breath.

He didn’t feel it a moment ago. Now, he found that his whole body was seriously sore. Lifting the sleeves to take a look, he discovered that his forearm and wrist were densely packed with small purple handprints. His pale skin which hadn’t seen daylight for a long time was swollen, standing out in relief, looking somewhat hair raising with its implication.

Mo Yi pulled down his sleeves, and like a survivor of a disaster, let out a long sigh of relief, and then got up from the ground.

He bowed his head and patted the dust on his body.

Just then, Mo Yi saw that in the place where he had just recently lay down was a yellowed rolled up piece of paper.

Mo Yi’s heart palpitated and a trembling of excitement, like electricity, flowed throughout his body. He couldn’t help but recall the girl’s faint delicate voice in the dark Playroom, “If you can leave, I will be grateful towards you.”