Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 176

Mo Yi could not help breathing.

The shock caused by the situation he saw in the dark room before has not yet disappeared. In his mind, countless bleak white marble statues arranged neatly in the dark. Countless black eyes and the eyes in front of each other coincide. The sight falls on the body and moves slowly, giving a reptile-like sticky discomfort.

Mo Yi depressed the strangeness in his heart, and looked back intently.

I saw the housekeeper's eyes slowly fall on Mo Yi's side-the bleak blood stains on the dust-covered gauze, wrapped tightly around the pale and thin palms hanging on the side.

"Ah, are you injured?"

His questioning sounded distant and polite, and the cold and gloomy voice seemed to have a soft hissing noise, which made the listener uncontrollably weirdly cool.

Mo Yi hid his dropped palm behind his back, hiding his palm with his body's shadow:

"Just careless."

The steward's eyes slowly moved upwards from his side, and the empty eyes stared at Mo Yi's face tightly:

"Do you need help with the wound?"

Although he asked like this on his mouth, he didn't seem to care about Mo Yi's answer to his question as quickly as he walked towards him. The distance between the two was quickly drawn. , But was quickly avoided by his response.

Mo Yi stepped back indifferently, and replied, "It's just a minor injury. It doesn't bother you."

The steward withdrew his stiff hand in midair without changing his face. The arc of smile on his face was still standard, as if measured with a ruler, as if it was a delicate and perfect mask. The voice said:

"That being the case--"

Before the words were finished, the housekeeper's facial expression seemed to freeze for a moment.

His smile, which has not been seen since Mo Yi entered the copy, slowly disappeared from his lips, and the stiff lip lines tightened and straightened into a short straight line without the slightest emotion, like a face The perfect mask on it seemed to crack a thin gap, and slowly flowed out of the silent stiffness.

The housekeeper stared at Mo Yi with expressionless expression. There was something cold and dark in the dark and hollow eyes, and he said gently, "It's strange."

His tone was slow and calm, like a murmur on the pillow in the dark, soft and soft, but somehow Mo Yi listened to it clearly, only to hear him repeat:

"really weird."

The steward's black hole-like eyes stared at Mo Yi, looking strangely calm:

"I smelled something that shouldn't have happened."

The icy shiver slowly attached to the back, Mo Yi instantly recalled the strange liquid that he had accidentally stained with his fingers in the dark room. The cold and sweet smell seemed to be dying and decaying in the dark China. Yoyo lingered, as if he didn't want to disperse like an anthrax.

Although the heavy dust smell masked it, it never disappeared.

Now it seems, at least in front of the housekeeper.

At this moment, the butler's expressionless face showed a subtle change. The facial features that seemed to be less harmonious before seemed to be more conflicting. It seemed as if they were being put together and not a very complete puzzle. Shocked and more chaotic and distorted, his dark, hollow eyes seemed to have a terrifying horror, which made him step into the inhuman abyss from merely having a subtle disagreement with a real person.

He reached out to Mo Yi:

"Can I see your palm?"

Mo Yi's back slowly raised a cold and sullen feeling, as if there was something fluffy climbing up his nerves, he stepped back slowly, his heart tightened slightly.

Just then, he felt a cold palm clenching his wrist gently.

Mo Yi turned his head to look around and stared straight into Wen Yan's light-colored eyes. His slightly metallic cold eyes and the cold touch on his wrist seemed to say silently-I was Here.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, nodded slightly at him, then turned his head to look at the housekeeper again.

While carefully keeping his distance from the steward, he took as much information as possible from him:

"Tell me first what it smells like."

The steward's pale face looked under the bright light in the hall, as if it were slightly melted in the sun, and the facial features were generally distorted with slight melting. The plaster-like stiff skin surrounded the hollow eyes, sound Cold and mechanical, a gurgling sound in the throat as if a hard object collided:

"--your hands."

He seemed to be a repetitive puppet, with an almost crazy look in the dark eyes.

Mo Yi heard the harsh sounds of "Kara" and "Kara" coming from behind him. He stunned and turned his face to look behind him.

I saw those marble statues that had been fixed on the wall slowly moved away. They broke away from their original positions, and their pale faces turned from various angles to Mo Yi, and their pale eyes were empty. Watching him out of focus, countless fine stones and wall skins fell to the ground with their movements, making a whispering sound, which seemed extremely harsh in a quiet hall.

The marble statues approached slowly and stiffly, but the steward was pressing hard, his empty eyes stared at him without focus, and the hoarse voice was intermittent like a broken tape:

"... wrong ... broken ..."

Mo Yi's heart jumped, and the moment his eyes touched the steward's stiff face with a crazy and twisted look, he knew that the current situation was afraid he couldn't communicate.

Mo Yi's face was calm, his mind was like electricity, and the palm on his side was cold and stable.

Then only preemptive.

He turned around and picked up the porcelain used for decoration on the shelf next to him. He opened his arms and smashed it into the housekeeper's head. The action was fierce and decisive. He only heard a crackling sound, and the porcelain piece broke instantly on the housekeeper's skull. As if the big snowflakes were scattered on the ground one after another, they made a crunching sound.

The steward's face cracked into a black crack like a spider's web instantly, making him look even more horrible. A huge crack opened on his face, but no blood flowed out, only sharp and irregular paleness was visible. The edges were inlaid on his skull.

The sweet and cold taste permeated.

At the moment of Mo Yi's action, Wen Yan no longer stood still. The mists spread from his whole body, wrapped around those marble statues fluttering towards Mo Yi. The soft and thin mist seemed like an entity. It seems to grab their joints, making them unable to move forward. After all, although he can't do something directly to the bosses in the copy, it is not difficult to trap them.

Mo Yi calmly wiped the blood from the scratches on his palm, and threw away the remaining porcelain fragments in his hand.

The housekeeper has not stopped, but is still trying to break free from the shackles of the week.

Mo Yi squatted down and looked over into the broken skull-hollow and stone.

Sure enough, he is also a marble statue.

However, the difference is that the thin viscous liquid in his skull is not a dirty dark gray, but appears to be intertwined with black and white and red.

Mo Yi reached out and picked up a piece of debris from the ground, taking care not to let the liquid on it touch his fingers, handed it to the housekeeper and asked softly:

"what is this?"

The steward's face looked distorted and ugly. The black hole seemed to have lost his mind, and he murmured the same words over and over like a broken voice recorder:

"... wrong ... broken ..."

It really seems impossible to communicate.

Mo Yi dropped the pieces with disappointment, then looked down at his watch: time was running out.

With a sigh, he lifted the small solid wood rack that had the porcelain in it, and slammed it in the same place on the butler's head.

——He was completely motionless at last, most of his face was broken, the marble fragments scattered on the carpet, and at the same moment, the other marble statues in the room seemed to be taken away from life instantly. The ground no longer moves.

It looked like a mess at the murder scene.

Mo Yi discarded the thing at hand and rubbed his sore arm, exhaling a long breath.

Wen Yan walked to him, Shen Shen asked, "Are you okay?"

His eyes touched the tiny blood scars on Mo Yi's palm, and he frowned slowly, looking a little annoyed.

Mo Yi looked up at him, shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"My permissions in the copy are limited." Wen pursed his lips, a pain in his eyebrows: "... I'm sorry."

He ca n’t directly shoot the boss in the copy, and he ca n’t even help Mo Yi to find clues directly. The only thing he can do is to be the final insurance against Mo Yi ’s distress. With Mo ’s caution and ability, I rarely let myself get into that situation, and even if this happened, Wen Ye had no doubt that Mo Yi could handle the situation with his own ability-this kind of powerlessness that made it almost useless He was guilty.

Mo Yi shook his head: "Even if you don't have permission, you have made my job a lot easier, and you don't owe me anything. Is there any apology?"

He smiled, raised his hand and rubbed the smell of hair, then said:

"Gone, time is running out."

As he turned around and wanted to leave, Mo Yi's glance inadvertently glanced at the ground, and he couldn't help but glance at it, looking at the black-and-red-red viscous liquid flowing from the cracked butler's skull on the ground. I do n’t know when it has turned into a dark and dirty gray

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