Chapter 177

Mo Yi froze, his gaze flowing along the viscous liquid flowing from the broken marble shards onto the carpet that was moistened into a pile, and his sight stayed on the dirty gray slime for a long while, as if suddenly awakened A similar reaction came, and glanced down at his watch:

2:37.

Three minutes later, the maid would come to his door and knock.

Mo Yi turned his head and Wen Yan quickly exchanged a look, then he didn't care about the mess on the ground, turned and ran up the stairs, the rushing footsteps weakened by the carpet echoed in the deep and silent corridor, layered in layers Vaguely overlapping echoes were stirred up in the mansion with the complex corridor structure, and slowly spread out in the darkness.

In my ears was the whistling wind of running, mixed with messy footsteps and rapid heartbeats whistling past.

The deep corridor quickly receded as the pace drew in front of the eyes, and the familiar scene gradually spread out.

Mo Yi had seen the vague outline of his room, waiting quietly in the darkness not far away, and on the floor in front of the room, there seemed to be something dark.

He panted violently while slowing down his pace.

As the distance narrowed, the blurry outline at the door became clearer-it was a tray with many plates.

Mo Yi then remembered that he missed his breakfast time at 10 this morning.

At this moment, his afterglow saw a deep silhouette printed on the wall at the other end of the corridor by dim and yellow lights, and the blurred footsteps slowly approached in the corridor, and the dark shadow on the wall With the steady footsteps gradually amplified--

coming.

Mo Yi quickly bent down and lifted the tray on the ground. Wen Yan had already opened the door.

He put the tray in his hand on the table next to him. The silver tray and the hard table made a crisp sound along the collision. Mo Yi exhaled a sigh of relief, then bent down and held his knees with his palms, looking away. There was a tide of dark shadows in his head, and his own breathing in his ear reminded him of a buzzing sound, which made him temporarily dizzy.

Mo Yi felt a cold hand resting on his shoulder, and the cold and soft touch penetrated into the thin clothing with a slight force, acting like a tranquilizer on his body. Mo Yi blinked hard, and the dark film in front of him slowly dissipated. The buzz in his head gradually disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his hands to support the door frame around him, and took advantage of his strength to straighten his eyes. Wen Wen's eyes were lightly worried.

He opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but his gaze crossed Wen Wen's cheek and looked behind him—the dark black frame wrapped with golden silk threads was quietly half hidden in the shadows, pale and red. The naked woman Lying among the blood-red velvet satin, the vivid and serene face was facing him straight, and a thin bloodline ran across his neck.

The dark and lifeless dark eyes were half-open, and the eyes were covered with a light gray film.

... open your eyes?

Mo Yi shuddered, and the words that had just arrived were involuntarily silenced.

At this moment, I only heard the knock of the door from the door panel.

The loud voice exploded in his newly restored ear, and the shock from the door was transmitted to the palm of Mo Yi's hand holding the door frame. Even though he had already been mentally prepared before, he could not help but feel a slight shock in his heart.

Mo Yining looked again at the painting hanging on the wall: I saw the woman's eyes still closed.

Alas.

The knock sounded again.

Mo Yi slowly retracted his palm on the door, carefully pulled away a little distance from the door panel, and stared tightly at the black-brown door panel made of solid wood in front of him, as if it would bite someone. Living things.

He quietly counted seconds in his heart.

one two Three……

Three seconds later, the even knock on the door sounded again, and Mo Yi reached out and pulled the door open.

I saw the pale and stiff maid standing in the doorway, a pair of dark hollow eyes staring at him tightly.

She bowed deeply, and the content and tone of her speech were the same as last time:

"Dear guests, afternoon tea is ready. Please come with me."

Mo Yi was about to nod, but it seemed to suddenly remember something. He froze slightly, and then hurriedly said:

"Wait."

Having just finished speaking, he closed the door again in front of the maid.

He watched all these stories from beginning to end: "..."

Mo Yi turned around, and his eyes met Wen Wen's inexplicable sight. He hooked his lips, reached out and took out the broken piece of glass from his own pocket, shook his hand, and then He reached for the bed in the middle of the room and made a tearing gesture.

Wen Yi instantly realized, he turned and walked quickly to the bed in the room, reached out and easily tore off the long strip from the sheet hanging down the bed, and then walked back to the door and handed the cloth strip to Mo Yi .

Mo Yi took the cloth strip, lowered his head, carefully wrapped the long and soft cloth around the slender end of the irregular mirror fragments, wrapped its sharp edges and corners, and the mirror fragments between his fingers followed His movements flipped and shiny reflections jumped and climbed like insects on the wall.

In this copy, you can see things that are invisible to the naked eye through the mirror, so the sooner it can come in handy, the better.

At this moment, Mo Yi accidentally glanced at something unusual in the mirror, and couldn't help but pause for a moment. The movement in his hand stopped involuntarily, and his gaze followed the image in the mirror toward himself.

He turned to look behind him, and saw that the silver tray he had just brought into the room was spreading freely on the table. The small lid on the dishes on the tray was slightly noticed by the movement he didn't pay much attention to just now. Shake open to reveal the delicately cooked food below.

Mo Yi reached out and touched the outer edge of the bowl-it was cold.

He held his breath slightly, adjusted the mirror in his hand to the proper angle and rushed toward the food with the lid open, and looked into the mirror again.

I saw exquisite porcelain dishes reflected in the irregular fragments of the mirror, and ... the thick red layered on it, Mo Yi tentatively fiddled with the fork in the bowl, still staring into the mirror. Pattern, I saw the deep red in the bowl is a thick liquid, slowly dripping down the silver fork, this texture is-

Oil paints.

Mo Yi's fingers trembled slightly, and the heart tightened instantly with the appearance of this speculation, as if he was slowly dropped by a heavy weight, as if he swallowed a hard, cold stone, his stomach was cold Uncomfortable.

Isn't it ... they've been eating pigments these days?

Mo Yi Best frowned inexplicably, removed his gaze from the mirror, and stared at the brightly colored food in the bowl in a daze-but it should not, logically, it takes so long The copy should be provided with food and moisture, and according to Mo Yi's own guess about this game ... letting the player starve to death is not the desired ending of the game.

Just then, a louder knock on the door interrupted Mo Yi's contemplation and pulled him out of his thoughts.

It seemed that the maid waited impatiently at the door, and again began to repeat the monotonous knock.

Mo Yi froze, returned to God, and responded with a loud voice: "... here."

After finishing, he hurriedly knotted the cloth tape wrapped around the glass pieces in his hand, and then carried it into his pocket, turned and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands quickly, and put the marble fragments of the butler on the palm of the hand. The sweet taste inside was washed away. When Mo Yi came out of the bathroom, he finally took a deep look at the chaotic overlapping knives and dishes placed on the silver tray at the end, then turned towards From the moment before, I did not stop at the door panel.

Mo Yi stretched out the door, and the maid's pale and stiff face appeared again behind her door. Her dark black eyes looked like they did not have too many mood swings. Her voice was still cold and polite:

"Dear guests, time is running out. Everyone is waiting for you."

Mo Yi nodded his head a bit, took the door behind him, and whispered, "Let's go."

After finishing, he and Wen Yan followed the maid toward the deep corridor. The road on the road was so familiar that it almost didn't take too much difficulty to depict the appearance of the next distance, and the twilight light flashed on the wall. Casting a dim shadow, as they moved forward, slowly crawling backwards.

Mo Yi seemed to be immersed in his thoughts along the way. The slightly dangling eyelids concealed the dark eyes, the pale face glowed coldly under the weak light, and his eyebrows followed behind the maid, stepping forward. Walking.

Until the maid finally stopped, pushed the door in front of her, and bowed slightly, leaning over her side and saying:

"please."

It's still a small room with the same exquisiteness. The green wallpaper looks vibrant against the faint tones in the hallway. The room looks full and bright. It's full of delicate sofas and small tables, but the players in the room are full. But his morale was low, and he was sitting on a chair like a frosty leaf, and was no longer motivated to search for clues in the room last week.

Mo Yi's eyes slowly turned around in the small hall.

The other players who were alive were already there, filling the room.

Just then, he heard a familiar voice sound behind him:

"You are late."

Mo Yi's ridge climbed densely behind his spine, rushing straight down his head along his spine, and the terrors attacked him like a wave, piercing his brain like a steel needle, bringing endless thorn Pain and cold.

He slowly turned his head to look behind him. He could almost hear the rubbing sound of the rotation of his neck bone.

The pale, stiff, vaguely contoured, polite face was facing him, and his thin, ugly lips flowed between the opening and closing without any undulating words:

"Please sit down, and tea will arrive soon."

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Ooooooooooo more failure, I will definitely think hard tomorrow and fight for more

Thanks to Chenchen x3 for the rocket launcher

Thanks to the crispy duck lover, Guru ^^ 's grenade

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