Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 182

It was 4:20 in the afternoon soon, Mo Yi and Wen Yan had changed into the dresses they had worn at the last dinner, waiting in the room for the maid to knock on the door and lead them to the hall where the dinner was held.

Mo Yi reached out and slowly straightened his bow tie. He felt his invitation placed in the pocket on the inside of the dress, and made a slight rustling sound of paper friction with his movement. The heavy pocket contained the heavy one. The ring, with the fabric on his body, dropped slightly, bringing a sense of existence that is hard to ignore. He exhaled slowly, a pair of dark eyes gloomily fell on the portrait at the door.

In the dark frame, pale and red. The naked woman lay on her back quietly, her dark red velvet crimped and undulated under her skin, her eyelids closed, and she could not see whether it was dead or alive. I can only see that she has a thin red line running across her long and slender neck, which is deeply hidden in the undulating shadow of the skin, which is almost impossible to distinguish.

The look of this painting has changed again.

Mo Yi remembers that as time goes by, the blood on the neck of the portrait will gradually expand and deepen, and when it turns into a deep wound, it is time for this copy to operate on the players living in the room.

And when he left in the morning, the wound on the neck of the portrait was completely recognizable, but when Mo Yi returned to the room, the portrait became what he saw when he first entered the copy-- The thin, bright red thread was wrapped around the woman's pale neck, and it wouldn't be possible to find it without close observation.

Why is this?

Could it be that the copy decided not to fight him anymore?

After all, on this day, Mo Yi did not see the omen of the appearance of the phantom, and spent his previous life without any problems.

He narrowed his eyes slowly, his pale face became more and more contoured against the complex collar, and the dark eyebrows had almost gloomy classical beauty.

The next second, the door knocked softly.

Mo Yi retracted his gaze. He walked quickly to the door of the room and reached out to pull the door open.

Outside the door was the familiar maid. She bowed deeply at the two and said, "Hello Dear Guest, please follow me." Afterwards, she turned and walked forward.

Mo Yi and Wen Yan quietly followed her steps, followed her and walked into the dark depths of the corridor, while watching without notice the path they took on a completely different path than before.

After the start of the second week, Mo Yi spent a lot of time to roughly explore the entire house. Although the bright lines and dark lines in the house are criss-crossed, the terrain is complex and irregular, but in these days In the exploration and search of Mo Yi, he almost outlined the shape of the entire house in his mind. Even without the servant or steward's guidance, most important halls can be found, but the hall they are going to tonight, Mo Yi has never found it. No matter which way to choose or which turn to turn to, no corridor leads to that hall.

This means that their current destination cannot be reached without guidance.

Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, and the cold and dry air poured into the chest cavity, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

He retracted his gaze from the wall of the hallway next to him, and turned his head to look behind him without a look-the place behind him had been dark, and it seemed that even the faint light of the passing sconce was lost. And engulfed, almost no light and concrete contours can be seen, only endless darkness can be seen.

Mo Yi turned her head and cast her thoughtful gaze on the maid walking in front of her. Her thin, dry figure was outlined by the dim light, a dark shadow, and a faint light fan spread out under her feet. At her pace, she was shredded and shattered, and walked on the ground-咄, 咄.

The muffled sound was hazy by the carpet, and the slender ankles in the sight stopped in the dividing line of light and shadow.

Mo Yi looked up along the maid's figure, and saw that she was watching him with those dark black hollow eyes, and then she reached out and slowly pushed the door behind her. The rich and scent of flowers followed the door. The openness of the body, accompanied by the soft, mixed music in the air gap, flowed like a wind of life that instantly surrounded his senses.

The maid bowed deeply, and her shadow-like, black figure seemed to blend into the darkness under the open door panel.

Mo Yi and Wen Yan walked towards the room together.

The top of the head was bright like daylight, hitting from above without a trace, making Mo Yi's eyes accustomed to the dim environment in the corridor a little uncomfortable and narrowed. He blinked and was covered by a physiological tear film With his eyes turned, he looked around the large and luxurious hall. The exquisite and luxurious ornaments on the walls were dazzling under the lights. The beautiful marble statues spread throughout the room, and the aroma of food echoed in the air.

Most of the players have already arrived. They sat in their seats in peace, and when they saw Mo Yi came, they projected their eyes on him. However, when Mo Yi looked at him, he moved away unnaturally instantly. His own eyes, either because of fear, or because of doubt, or for some other reason.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward and tense, and the morning atmosphere continued to this moment without stopping.

Mo Yi seemed to be unaware of this, and his face remained unchanged at the empty table.

He looked around the table lightly before sitting, but found that silver glittering knives were no longer provided on the table this time, and only forks lay on the side of the plate, and could not help but slightly stunned.

A little strange.

Mo Yi pulled out the mirror in his pocket and secretly included the players on the entire table into the mirror image—

The player who he confirmed to be a marble statue in the morning is also among them. Except that he is paler and stiffer than other players, he can hardly see the difference, but besides him, there are two more marble statues on the table.

Mo Yi watched the player's pale face and colorless pale eyes separated with the cracks on the glass in the mirror, and his heart shook slightly.

He retracted the mirror without a trace, feeling that the speed of his heart's beating in his chest accelerated a little.

Mo Yi recognized the faces of the two newly added marble statue players-at the end of last week, they handed the note behind the portrait to Mo Yi to watch, and he clearly remembered their corresponding colors, All are red.

That means that this copy is still killing people according to color, but instead of throwing the corpse directly on the scene after killing people, they are replaced by the same marble statue in the player group, and they are still killed by each color. Two players were killed. One of the black places was replaced by the butler who broke Mo's head, while the red was still two.

So ... according to the laws observed by Mo Yi in the portrait in his room, this copy was originally intended to be used against him, then why would he change his attention later?

Mo Yi's eyebrows frowned slightly, but the next second, he seemed to think of something, his eyes could not help but widen slightly.

... this time he didn't eat.

After using the mirror fragments found in the side hall to find that the food in his plate was actually red paint, he never ate anything again!

And each player dies, their bodies will show different colors, and the corresponding colors will appear in the oil painting portrait in the side hall on the first floor. Then, the purpose of this copy is to paint with the paint in the player's body.

——This shows that in the last copy, they ate not only ordinary food, but also the target's plate was mixed with the same color as their corresponding color—and the mirror surface of the tableware Too narrow and fuzzy, and ca n’t stay in your hands for too long, and no one wants the mirror to be the key prop in this copy, plus the trust brought by the rules of food in the game ... No one Find out that your food will be pigment.

Even Mo Yi wasn't too wary of the food on his plate last week.

And this week, he accidentally found that his food turned out to be a red pigment, so he didn't take it into the body at all. Then this copy lost the reason to kill him, so he abandoned him and turned to other Players who have eaten red paint will apply the colors in their bodies to the canvas in the side hall.

So after he returned to the room, he found that the paintings hanging in his room had returned to the original state.

That's because the red color for this week has been filled.

The clues connect into a clear vein in the mind, as clear and conspicuous as the winding blood vessels in the pink texture of the human body.

Mo Yi exhaled slowly, his eyes fell on his slightly pinched fingers on the table, watching his knuckles slightly under exertion, at this moment, other players have finally arrived. Sitting at the table one by one, as they arrived, the dishes were sent to the table between the servant's pale fingers, and there was a seductive luster under the light, and a strong scent, but they understood the killing in the copy. The regular Mo Yi lost his appetite when he looked at them, so he just moved a few bites and put down the tableware.

The meal was over quickly.

The players knew what would happen next, so they waited nervously.

I saw the last time the man-servant came over, took everyone away from the table, and walked deep into the room.

The huge brass-colored gate stood in front of him, and the reliefs on it were shrouded by dim lights, as if it were winding like life, and the heavy texture made people just look at it and couldn't help but feel tight hair-from Mo Yi The angle can blur the scales and claws of the engraved image, it seems that there are many, many ... character images.

Broken eyebrows and limbs stretched out from the blurry light, and coincided exactly with the pictures in memory.

Mo Yi froze slightly, stepping forward subconsciously—

Although he was not very sure last time, but this time he definitely read it correctly ...

This is the door to the wedding!

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