Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 199

The house is completely messed up.

All the table and chair decorations are melting slowly and unstoppably, and the thick paint slides down the wall, dripping from the ceiling to the ground, and mixed with other colors to form a dizzying river. The radians that follow the **** of the ground converge into a shallow torrent, and the air is filled with a wet, unpleasant smell.

The changes that were so obvious that they couldn't be ignored scared every player. They were confused but overwhelmed as everything in the copy was falling apart unstoppably, watching helplessly as everything in the line of sight was gradually distorted. Deformed, but could not make any remedy, and did not know why it happened.

It's as if you can get together securely. Everyone gathered in the hall like a bow-struck bird, watching the whole room crumbled and trembling, the pale faces of marble like snowmen in the sun, gradually twisted and melted as the temperature rose. The ugly appearance of human beings.

Mo Yi walked deep and shallow on the soft and damp ground, as if the swamp floor slowed his pace so much that he finally walked into the hall.

As soon as he stepped into the lobby, players found his figure, his eyes lit up and he shouted, "Here."

The other players looked in the direction of Mo Yi. The atmosphere of despair and overwhelmingness seemed to fade away momentarily, and the dark eyes re-emerged, as if he was a ray of spider silk hanging from the bottom of the cliff, or It's like a driftwood floating in a rushing river.

Mo Yi ignored the eyes of the players, but glanced around the crowd roughly, his eyes slightly fixed:

——Li Wang and Zhao Nan are still not in the crowd.

The first player to apologize to Mo Yi first came forward and stuttered with unexcited excitement: "It's great, we haven't seen you just now, and thought ..." He seemed conscious When I got to my own words, I closed the conversation instantly, looked up and down Mo Yi, and my eyes became more full of expectations: "That ... Do you know what is happening now? Is there any new discovery?"

His last sentence was very light. It didn't seem to be very conscious, but the urgency and anxiety in the tone were difficult to hide.

Mo Yi glanced at his own body along the other side's eyes, and couldn't help but give a slight glance, maybe because of his previous experience in the brass-colored door. Now he is mixed with various colors of oil paint on his body. Now he was stubbornly dry on his clothes. With his movements, he was rushing towards the falling fine paint residue. The paint below the calf had not dried up yet, and the wet luster shone in the weak light.

He looked embarrassed and completely different from other neatly dressed players in the room. At first glance, he experienced a very dangerous situation.

All players focused on Mo Yi, as if the hope of breaking the game was condensed on his shoulders.

Mo Yi frowned slightly, not knowing how to answer for a moment. While he was silent, a familiar voice came from behind him, breaking the silence in front of him:

"What the **** are you doing?"

The eyes of the people looked along the direction of the sound, and they saw two figures walking slowly forward and backward in the corridor that had been distorted and deformed. As the steps approached, their faces were finally half melted. Under the lights, the facial features shrouded in shadow gradually became clear. Under the gaze of all players, the two walked out slowly from the corridor-it was Li Wang and Zhao Nan.

Li Wang, who was walking in front of him, looked around the people in the room with an unpredictable look, and slowly asked again: "What the **** are you doing-actually seeking advice from the boss?"

As soon as his words fell, the crowd could not help but be upset.

One of the players watched Zhao Nan and Li Wang impatiently, and said impatiently in the crowd, "You have been endless. From the beginning, you have been targeting him, leading other players to doubt them both. You Is there always a limit to this? "

Other players echoed, and the player who just talked to Mo Yi also looked down, saying loudly:

"Yeah, and the clues since entering the copy are basically provided by Mo Yi, whether it is a note behind the frame or the way the copy kills, and about reminding us not to eat the copy of the food, but you, from the beginning to the end What contribution? Maybe you are the undercover person who specifically framed people? "

His words were recognized by most players, and everyone nodded and echoed, arguing:

"Yeah, don't take your rhythm."

"Do you think we are so easily deceived by your lies?"

"Speaking of which you are also very suspicious, you have always doubted others and have never done anything else" "Yeah yeah"

Everyone's remarks became more extreme, the room became more aggressive and narrow as the paint melted and flowed, and the air was perturbed with a restless and restless atmosphere. Mo Yi's heart slowly filled with an ominous premonition--even his own mind was more Non-humans such as steadfast people and Wen Yan will be silently affected by the negative effects of the ring, not to mention these novice players who have not experienced several copies, and the emotions of everyone in this copy are violently fluctuating, making It's hard not to think of the role that the ring plays in it.

He was preparing to stop his speech that was rapidly evolving toward danger, but Yu Guang inadvertently crossed Zhao Nan and Li Wang who were standing on the other side of the hall-I saw that although they were standing in the center of the vortex attacked by public opinion, But the attitude was unexpectedly calm and free, and even a hint of a subtle smile smiled at the corner of his mouth, making Mo Yi could not help but jump in his heart, and the ominous feeling in his heart could not help getting stronger, he had not had time to do something, The next second, he only heard Zhao Nan, who was standing on the side, suddenly said,

"The killing method of the copy is in the colors of the oil painting, right?"

Zhao Nan paused, and then continued to ask, "But oil painting is not only impossible to destroy, but also unable to be taken off, which means that even if we know the way of killing, we still can't stop the copy from killing, right?"

The player who just retorted a moment ago, refuted a little indignantly: "So what, this is not ..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Nan interrupted his words without giving him a face, and continued to say without a word:

"He told you not to eat the food in the copy, right?"

The players gradually calmed down, looked at each other, and someone answered, "... Yeah, yeah."

The radian of Zhao Nan's lips is even greater: "So after he issued this reminder, will any servants or housekeepers in this copy deliver you food again?"

There was silence in the hall, and the players looked at each other for a few moments, then shook their heads.

Zhao Nan continued his pursuit: "So until now, the so-called" useful "clues Mo Yi provided to you are all irrelevant to the direction of the entire copy whether you know it or not?

Everyone was speechless.

Human beings are never willing to agree with the thoughts that others have stuck in their own minds, but they are always convinced of the conclusions they have drawn-and what does it mean that the conclusions are drawn by themselves? As long as they feel it is the result of their independent thinking.

The silent and tense atmosphere spread through the air.

Mo Yi slowly tightened her fingers holding Wen Yan's wrist tightly, and transmitted the pressure of her fingertips to Wen Yan's wrist.

From the moment Zhao Nan opened his mouth, Mo Yi immediately reached out and held Wen Yan's wrist, using body language to prevent Wen Yan from doing any aggressive behavior. After all, Wen Yan had almost been unable to control himself when he was last time. Others' impulse to do it, and now under the blessing of the side effects of the ring, Wen Yan has become more emotional.

However, Zhao Nan and Li Wang and Mo Yi noticed their strangeness a long time ago.

Now, instead of paying attention to the views of a few irrelevant players, Mo Yi cares more about what these two people want to do. He thinks this is very critical in the subconscious.

Secondly ... Wen Yan's current state is really not optimistic.

In order to dissipate the side effects of the props, which caused a large amount of blood loss, and after Mo Yi disappeared, his crazy search very clearly touched the bottom line that the game can tolerate, so he began to suppress and punish Wen Yan in the opposite direction. Although Wen Yi covered his own situation just now, even Mo Yi couldn't detect his strangeness, but ... Mo Yi just knew that Wen Yi's current state is not ideal.

So they can no longer act lightly.

Li Wang looked around at the players who were already in doubt, and finally threw a blockbuster:

"If you don't believe it, you can look at the ring on Mo Yi's finger, according to the information I collected ... That is the right ring of Claus House, only the owner can have it ..."

Mo Yi's eyes narrowed instantly—this information was learned from Mr. Claus himself even less than an hour ago. How did Li Wang know? !!

Before everyone could digest all the information he had said, Li Wang raised his hand that had been hiding in the shadows just now, his fingers tightly pinched the dark hair, and a skull was hanging under his palm. All the players couldn't help but take a breath, they recognized ... that was the head of the housekeeper.

The pale, broken neck of the marble ticked down and dripped with the sweet smelling pigment.

Li Wang slowly pulled up the messy hair covering the butler's pale face, and slowly raised a determined smile on his face: "Who do you think he looks like?"

Even Mo Yi couldn't help but be taken aback.

The steward's almost white face with a mask, the ordinary and unsurprising facial features seemed to have changed a little bit, more clearly and clearly than Mo Yi had seen it at first.

It looks like there are four or five points like Wen Yan's facial contour.

Mo Yi's heartbeat was chaotic at once, and countless information instantly jumped out of his mind. The complex and huge amount of information was tangled together like a clump, making him unable to think for a moment. Li Wang was talking in the distance, But there was no smooth transmission of his words into his mind, and he could only hear a glimpse through a haze:

"... Mo Yi is the ultimate boss in this copy, and he has always been hidden among us!"

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