Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 194

The remaining pigment on the ground quickly solidified, hard and cold, coagulating between the soft fluff on the carpet, as if it were a brightly colored ugly scar.

Mo Yi gasped, holding his cold palm firmly against the wall next to him, and slowly got up on the ground.

The paint covering his body was completely dry at the moment, cracking into hard pieces with his movements, and flopped off his body onto the carpet.

Mo Yi stooped down and patted the paint fragments on his body, shook the colorful debris from the clothes to the ground, and then walked towards the door at the end of the corridor-the door was completely covered by solidified paint, and it was almost difficult now It was identified that the paint that had completely dried out seemed to be bloated sarcoma squeezed out from under the door and the seam of the side hall, completely filling the end of the corridor, with the heavy shadows overlapping closely.

He reached out tentatively and pushed hard.

But the front door seemed to be cast by copper and iron, showing no sign of moving at all.

A familiar voice sounded behind him: "It's no longer possible."

Mo Yiwen turned his head and looked behind him, only to see Wen Yan walking slowly from not far away, and finally standing beside him, he slightly raised his head, his light gray eyes stared straight at the eyes covered with paint. The door, as if you can see the room through the door:

"The side hall has been filled with paint."

Mo Yi took a few steps backwards, slightly condensing the dark eyes, and gently curled the corners of his lips unconsciously-he had not searched too many places in the side hall, especially those newly discovered coffins, and Now he has completely lost the opportunity, which makes Mo Yi frustrated a bit.

He lowered his head and glanced at the watch on his wrist:

It's getting late, it's time to return to your room and wait for the servants to take the players to the afternoon tea.

Mo Yi and Wen Yan walked towards the outside of the corridor together. The two walked back to their room through the empty hall and stairs, waiting for the maid to arrive.

However, when the pointer reached 2:40, the door of the room was not knocked.

Mo Yi frowned and watched the second hand on the dial slide slowly and uniformly. At just past the top twelve o'clock, the minute hand moved slowly by one space, just staggering the complete division on the dial. Line-it's 2:41 now.

However, there were no knocks or footsteps outside the thin door panel, and it was still quiet.

Mo Yi stood up from the bed, paced slowly in the room, her brows froze, as if thinking about something.

According to the rules in the copy he found before, the reincarnation of this copy should be divided into two categories, one of which is fixed and no one can change, such as the timeline up to three days before the wedding. And the day of the wedding, and the other one can be controlled by the person hiding behind the scenes at other times. He can control all the servants in the house, and even choose the strategy of hunting the players. If you follow this logic, Come, attending afternoon tea should be the second.

But ... why did it change suddenly?

For the third time, Mo Yi lowered his head and looked at the watch on his wrist. The pointer on it had already pointed at 2:43.

Three minutes have passed since the time the maid should have arrived.

Mo Yi felt that he couldn't wait any longer. He stepped forward and pulled open the door of the room, and looked out carefully to observe-I saw that there was no one in the corridor, quiet as if he could hear the sound of the needle falling to the ground. Pacing a little, after thinking carefully for a few seconds, he walked towards the hall.

Soon after he arrived in the lobby, some players who found something wrong also ran out of his room one after another, and began to talk in confusion, everyone seemed a little upset. Mo Yi slowly looked around at all the players present, but found that Li Wang and Zhao Nan were not among them, and could not help but hesitated.

Where would they go in such a situation?

Some players in the crowd proposed to take a look at the room where the afternoon tea was held, so one of the players who remembered the route led to the familiar light green room-the room was empty, and the silence seemed to be warm green wallpaper. Stained with a light gray, all the furniture stayed dead in its original place, and the room without the aroma of tea and dim sum seemed extra quiet.

No one was in the room.

The disturbed atmosphere began to expand into a halo of ripples, as if the heavy water was in the air. No one knew why the rules in the copy suddenly changed. Where did the servants in the house go, and did not know such a change. What kind of impact they will have on them, the only thing they can be sure of is that the variables that appear in this last reincarnation will never be a good thing for them.

Some panicked players decided to look for the invisible vanity door that disappeared somehow in the house, and the crowd began to scatter. They searched aimlessly in the large and complicated house. After more than an hour, the players We regrouped one after another, and everyone returned without success.

The whole house seemed to be empty, there was no one figure.

Those servants and housekeepers who had existed seemed to be phantoms disappearing in the luxurious baroque test house structure, and there was no trace of them.

Although all players agree that all the servants in this copy are quite frightening, at the moment when they can't find them, everyone is in panic and worsening.

The six godless players have invariably looked at Mo Yi, who has been standing silently at the end of the team from the beginning, and everyone's eyes for help are cast on him.

After the last week ’s dance, the suspicion that Mo Yi was undercover was basically washed away. After all, those real marble statues mixed with players revealed their true colors when they danced, but because everyone was at the time The accusation of suspecting Mo Yi swept through the tide, and exposed his most vicious face under the catastrophic environment of the copy, and Mo Yi was too stiff, so no one could have the courage to pull his face to apologize to him.

Now after so much time in the copy, even players who have no eyesight can almost perceive it vaguely, Mo Yi is afraid that it is the most experienced and capable player in the entire copy, and it is also the most elusive. Plus, the boyfriend who has always been inseparable from his side, and the terrible and unpredictable aura of the aura, if not the atmosphere was provoked last time, no player has the courage to dare to touch the mold of them.

No one knows to what extent Mo Yi has mastered this copy, but according to his previous appearance of almost being a dragon, he is afraid that more clues than other players in the entire copy get together.

So in today's uncertain situation, all players are pinning their hopes on the game that seems to have the most information.

Mo Yi seemed to feel that if everyone had a real line of sight, he slowly raised his head in a daze, but was taken aback by the eager eyes from countless pairs of eyes, and took a step back involuntarily—

What happened?

Is he going to cook again?

Players, look at me, I look at you, and after a long silence, someone finally summoned the courage to speak: "That ... Mo, Mo Yi, about the previous thing, we are wrong, misunderstanding you, hope Do n’t take it to heart, we are really dazzled, really sorry ... ”

Seeing that someone finally apologized, other players seemed to be able to let go, one after another:

"Yes, yes, I'm really sorry." "It's not easy for us to misunderstand you."

Mo Yi watched the other players' eager attitude, and frowned slightly, uncomfortably. He said, although the voice was not loud, but everyone's voice was inexplicably suppressed:

"So, what do you want to do?"

The crowd's noisy voice was quiet for a while, and one of the players broke the peace in the room, and said a little out of breath: "Oh ... mainly, the situation is too complicated now, what do we say now?"

Under Mo Yi's silent gaze, the player was a little uncomfortable in closing his eyes, a picture that didn't dare to look at him, Mo Yi sneered softly in his heart, and retracted his eyes. Understand the situation-they are desperate. He said lightly:

"No one can change the rules of the copy now, and I have no good suggestions."

"I can only say ..." Mo Yi looked around at players with different looks, and said slowly and dullly, "Don't act rashly.

Although he is not ready to share the clues he has found, his suggestions are also sincere-now the situation of the entire copy is beginning to change in a complicated direction. The best way now is to calm down and observe carefully to Static braking is the best option.

Mo Yi seemed to remember something, and suddenly said, "Yes, if you really want to listen to my advice, then don't eat the food provided by this copy."

After speaking, he didn't go to see the faces of people with different expressions after listening to his words, but instead turned around with Wen Yi and walked out of the room. The other players were embarrassed and no one dared to step forward to stop them. Neng could watch as the two left the room, and the two thin and tall figures were slowly devoured by the darkness in the corridor.

There was silence in my ears.

Mo Yi walked slowly along the corridor, his dark eyes staring at a point in the void, as if he was thinking about something.

Regardless of how the entire copy changes, the purpose is to kill the player and paint. In fact, he just temporarily noticed it. Sword took a sharp approach: Since the last time he did not ingest the red paint, he made the copy abandon himself as the target. Now, if the players are not allowed to eat ... the most important link is missing in the closed loop that kills players to get paint.

And without paint means painting is impossible. Can this cycle be completed?

Mo Yi couldn't help but be curious.

As he walked to the intersection of the two corridors, a sudden shadow approached in front of him, and Mo Yi looked up alertly—unexpectedly, in front of him was the housekeeper they had been looking for for an afternoon More footsteps sounded around his body, Mo Yi's body was tight and secretly, and he looked at him with no trace of sight-I saw those pale and stiff servants enclosing the narrow corridor, blocking it. Water leaks.

As if all the servants in the house had gathered here.

The steward's dark, hollow eyes stared at Mo Yi and slowly said:

"The host wants to see you."

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