Vibrant colors form complicated patterns, which spread layer by layer from the center of the ceiling, and the abstract patterns are interwoven and stacked, bringing a sense of visual vertigo.
Mo Yi noticed that the color of the top painting on the ceiling was a bit old, and it was covered with a layer of dusty color by dust, which seemed to be some years old.
He blinked his sore eyes, then supported the bed with his palms, and sat up slowly.
Mo Yi couldn't help being taken aback by the sight in front of him.
He is currently in an extremely luxurious room.
Under the body is a soft velvet bedding, and the silk fabric is embroidered with exquisite patterns, which feels like flowing water to the touch.
The room is in a magnificent Baroque style, with rounded curves adorning the half-arched colonnade at the corner of the room, and the raised marble sculptures on the walls shone like pearls under the soft, dark yellow light, and hanging on the four walls Oil paintings, heavy frames hung on the wall, and the heavy wood was faintly entangled with light golden silk threads.
Even Mo Yi, who doesn't know much about it, can see how valuable this room is.
He turned over and got out of bed, only to see an envelope sealed with dark red wax on the small bedside cabinet.
Mo Yi's eyes paused for a moment, and he reached out to pick up the envelope for a closer look. The graphics on the wax seal were a little fuzzy, and the round graphics were intertwined with complicated lines, which seemed to be some kind of family crest.
He opened the envelope, and a delicate piece of paper fell out of it. It was written in cursive script:
"Mr. Mo Yi respectfully:
Mr. De Claus and his wife Ms. De Claus cordially invite you to attend their wedding in three days. "
—It turned out to be a wedding invitation.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, turned to the back of the note, and lightly touched the sunken dark lines on the back of the note with his fingertips, which seemed to be the same shape as the family crest on the wax seal.
Other than that, there are no other valuable clues.
Mo Yi put the envelope and invitation in his hand into his backpack, then stood up, walked to the only window in the room, and looked out through the carved and gold-plated window.
The game has not yet started, the fluorescent blue countdown has not yet appeared, and there is only an endless darkness outside the window.
Mo Yi tried to push the window, and some rusty window shafts made a harsh creaking sound and slid outward without warning.
He couldn't help being slightly taken aback... This was the first time Mo Yi saw a window that could be pushed open in the dungeon.
Mo Yi leaned forward a little, but he could only see a corner of the whole building, some ancient walls and dry plants clinging to them. Apart from that, there was only the darkness like a tomb lying quietly in the distance. Peeping quietly.
He stood up straight, closed the window as it was, and turned around thoughtfully and walked towards the bed.
A black shadow appeared in Mo Yi's peripheral vision.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, and his mind, which had been wandering just now, subsided instantly, and he suddenly raised his head to look in the direction where the black shadow appeared—
A familiar figure appeared in the field of vision.
I saw Wen Chen standing at the foot of the bed, and seemed to be looking at an oil painting half hidden in the shadow cast by the raised marble statue on the wall with interest. The complex and gorgeous European style is especially in line with it.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, and slowly calmed down his ups and downs:
"...you startled me."
Wen Chen turned his head to look at Mo Yi when he heard the words, his light-colored eyes showed a honey-like color under the ambiguous dark yellow light in the room, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised:
"I thought you knew I was coming in."
Mo Yi was speechless.
After all, he just recovered from the dizziness brought about by the game transfer, and for a while, he really didn't think that Wen Chen needed to "put in" through the players in the instance.
He seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and asked, "By the way, judging from the scene outside the window just now... it seems that this dungeon is not of the semi-open type, so how could the window be opened so easily? Could it be the feature of this dungeon? "
Wen Chen glanced at Mo Yi, opened his mouth as if ready to say something, but seemed to think of something, hesitantly pursed his lips.
Mo Yi seemed to understand something: "Punishment?"
Wen Chen's facial muscles tensed and he didn't answer.
Mo Yi actually didn't pay much attention to this issue at first, he waved his hand: "It's okay, anyway, I..."
Wen Chen interrupted him suddenly, and said at a faster speed: "In the game... a small problem occurred, and it doesn't have time to take care of too many details now."
Mo Yi was taken aback: "I didn't mean—"
Wen Chen looked away, the lines of his lips were straightened, and there seemed to be some tension on his calm face.
Mo Yi frowned, and said in a low voice, "Don't do this next time."
He recalled the faint noises in the mechanical sound he heard in the system space before, and frowned thoughtfully—it stands to reason that Wen Chen's rescue of Jiang Yuanbai should not have affected the game. so persistent unless…
Mo Yi broke away from his own thoughts, his eyes fell on Wen Chen's tight jaw, he sighed helplessly, and finally let the matter go, and changed the subject and asked:
"By the way, what were you looking at just now?"
Seeing that Mo Yi didn't seem to be going to pursue it any further, Wen Chen seemed relieved, and replied softly:
"A picture."
Mo Yi's curiosity was aroused, he walked to Wen Chen's side, and followed his gaze to the oil painting hidden in the shadow of the pillar.
In the thick and gloomy dark frame is a pale naked woman lying quietly in the crimson velvet, the undulating shadow of the soft flesh and the sharp color contrast impact the vision, the long black hair is like a torn piece of satin It usually crosses the thin shoulders and flows into the crimson cloth under the body.
Her eyes were closed, her face was calm, and she couldn't tell whether she was alive or dead.
Mo Yi frowned slightly, took a step forward slowly, and stretched out his hand to touch the back of the painting frame—
Something rough touched his fingertips, he used two fingers to pick up the raised foreign object behind the picture frame, and then used a little force.
A piece of yellowed paper was pulled out from behind the picture frame by Mo Yi, and fine dust floated out along with it.
Mo Yi lowered his head to identify the messy handwriting on the note, and read out the verse written on it in a low voice:
"A headless corpse on a thirst-quenched pillow
like a river
Flowing red and alive blood, making the sheets like pastures
So greedily swig it. "
Mo Yi was taken aback, and looked closely at the oil painting again, only to see a thin line of blood streaked across the woman's pale and slender neck, the more lustrous crimson spread against the undulating folds of the dark red velvet, blood and fabric The colors are so intertwined that it is almost impossible to tell the line between the two.
He lowered his head and read the little poem written on the note again.
Mo Yi frowned. He felt that he was vaguely familiar with these lines, but he just couldn't remember where he had read them.
At this moment, he heard faint and chaotic sounds resounding in the distance.
The shallow crying mixed with impatient arguments reached the ears through the thick door panel—everything is so familiar.
Mo Yi glanced at the tightly closed door, then turned to look at Wen Chen, and asked:
"Do you still need to be invisible for this copy?"
According to the information Wen Chen told Mo Yi before, his appearance is likely to increase the difficulty coefficient of the dungeon, so he followed him in an invisible form in the third dungeon, but according to the information disclosed by Wen Chen just now. Look, the game is not very strict about the operation of this dungeon, so Mo Yi asked Wen Chen what he thought.
Wen Chen was still staring at the oil painting on the wall, he glanced at Mo Yi quickly, and replied:
"unnecessary."
Mo Yi nodded, and was about to stretch out his hand to open the door of the room, when he heard Chen continue behind him:
“…I am very interested in the subject of weddings.”
Mo Yi: "..."
A wedding in a dungeon? you sure
He paused speechlessly, then stretched out his hand and opened the door of the room.
There is a long corridor in front of you, the decoration in the corridor is as gorgeous and luxurious as that in the room, the beautiful silver lamp arm on the wall is lit with dark yellow candles, illuminating the spacious corridor.
The strange scent that Mo Yi asked when he woke up seemed to be more intense, spreading cold and sweet in the claustrophobic corridor, making people hold their breath slightly.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked towards the place where the sound came from one after the other.
At the end of the corridor was a huge staircase covered with dark red carpet, leading to the brightly lit first floor——it was only then that Mo Yi realized that he had woken up in a room on the second floor.
At the end of the stairs, a group of people stood in twos and threes.
The violent quarrel that reached Mo Yi's ears just now has stopped, only a young girl is still standing in the corner wiping her tears and whimpering softly, which sounds extraordinarily eerie in this silent and luxurious house , in the other corner of the room stood a fat middle-aged woman, wearing a long skirt and high-heeled shoes that were not suitable for sports, her face was ashen, and her eyes were full of hostility.
— It seems that the running-in period between rookies and veterans is over.
A senior person standing near the side of the stairs saw Mo Yi standing at the top of the stairs, and couldn't help shouting impatiently: "Hurry up, hurry up! I'll be waiting for you."
He muttered and cursed a few times, and then extinguished the cigarette butt on the handle of the stairs, leaving an ugly semicircular mark on the dark glazed surface in an instant.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked down the stairs, and the familiar mechanical female voice sounded:
"Hi, welcome everyone to the large-scale real-life escape game - STAY ALIVE.
Your only task is to survive nine days in Klaus House.
The following are tips for you:
The lips that make my heart ecstatic,
The spring tide in the breast stronger than the sun,
Take it all away, what's left
Terrible, my soul!
Only the faded sketches of the tricolor pencils,
Fading away in solitude like me.
Every day by the unjust old man of time,
Erase traces with thick, stiff wings..."
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, he remembered where the little poem he found behind the picture frame came from—
It, like the poem in the reminder, is from Baudelaire's collection of poems - Flowers of Evil.