As soon as the mechanical female voice finished speaking, a fluorescent blue light lit up outside the tall carved window.
The gazes of those newcomers were subconsciously attracted to them, and the expressions on their faces became paler and more hopeless—every scene and every detail reminded them that this was by no means an ordinary prank show, and the development of things was far from Far beyond the scope of their common sense.
The low sobs sounded again, lingering in the extravagant and solemn hall, making one's spine shiver.
The senior man who put out the cigarette butt muttered impatiently: "... these newcomers will cry."
His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.
But the low whimpering still didn't stop.
At this moment, a young girl timidly stepped out from the shadow of the marble porch, with an unconcealable panic on her face:
"I... I haven't cried since that strange voice started to speak..."
Everyone couldn't help being horrified—then who is crying now
The low sobbing sound seemed to show no signs of stopping, whimpering and whimpering echoed in the ears, as if it came from the gloomy corridor deep in the hall, and seemed to be close to the ears, which made people feel alive all over the body. cold.
The senior man also seemed to be taken aback. He straightened his back and said loudly with a little confidence:
"... Who is playing tricks? This is not funny at all!"
Another senior who looked quite calm stood up and raised his voice and said, "Can all the players stand in the middle of the hall?"
Everyone gathered towards the center of the hall, and Mo Yi and Wen Chen also took two symbolic steps forward with the flow of people, walking into the crowd.
Mo Yi calmly looked around at the crowd gathered in front of the stairs, and counted silently in his heart: Not including Wen Chen, there are a total of twenty-three players in this dungeon.
Although there are a lot of players this time, the dungeon takes a very long time, and newcomers account for a large proportion—it seems that the difficulty of this dungeon is not high.
Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes slightly to hide the expression in his eyes.
Now all the players gathered in a small open space in front of the stairs, and stood there looking at each other. No one was left behind, and no one had tears on their faces. However, the weird cry still lingered in the hall.
The faces of the newcomers turned pale, the girl who spoke just now was trembling slightly, looking at the crowd in disbelief:
"... Come on, what's going on?"
The crying stopped abruptly.
Now there is only an empty dead silence in the hall, as if the invisible wind can be heard passing through the gloomy corridor.
Everyone's backs were cold, and they stared at the pale faces of the others silently. No one spoke, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, as if even the sound of breathing was a burden.
At this moment, a cold voice sounded behind him without warning: "Dear guests..."
Several newcomers screamed frantically: "Ah!!!"
Mo Yi paused, and took a deep breath—he wasn't startled by the sound at the beginning, but the piercing screams of these newcomers startled him.
He took a few steps forward, looked over the figures of the other players, and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a figure of a man appearing in the shadows of the hall without warning, as if his whole body was melted into the thick and deep darkness, his thin figure seemed to be just a shadow, and his face was so pale that there was no one there. There was no expression on Sei's face, just quietly watching the crowd, as if waiting for something.
Several other veterans have already helped the frightened newcomers down.
Everyone watched this sudden figure vigilantly, and the atmosphere in the hall was tense and stagnant.
The thin man slowly stepped forward, and his complete figure finally appeared under the light.
He was wearing a dark black butler uniform, whether it was the meticulous neckline or the cuffs protruding from the black coat, they were all neat and white. A thin gold chain shone on the chest and extended into the pocket of the coat.
The most uncomfortable thing is his face. His facial features have no characteristics, as if he can melt into every crowd, but when this face is taken out alone, it gives people a strange sense of incongruity. It's like looking at a jigsaw puzzle that has been shuffled and reassembled.
He spoke—still in that cold, polite tone:
"Dear guests, you are welcome to attend the wedding of Mr. De Claus and Ms. De Claus. I am the butler of the Claus house. I will receive you in the past few days."
The butler paused, and his gloomy and empty black eyes slowly turned around on everyone:
"Everyone must have received the invitation, please be sure to keep it well."
After finishing speaking, he took out an ancient golden pocket watch from his coat pocket, looked down, and said:
"There are still two minutes before ten o'clock in the morning. Lunch will be delivered to your room in half an hour. If you need anything, you can ring the bell to call the maid. Before ten o'clock in the evening, you can visit the house at will.
Do you have any questions? "
Everyone was still watching him silently, and a newcomer asked timidly:
"Is that... our room the... waking room?"
The butler still maintained that polite smile, looking as if he was wearing a pale mask, and he replied without any pause:
"That's right, miss."
After finishing speaking, he bowed and exerted force, the arc of the movement was as standard as measured with a measuring stick:
"Since you have no questions, I will take my leave first."
After finishing speaking, the butler slowly took two steps back, and as quietly as when he came, he merged into the shadow of the marble porch again.
His figure quickly disappeared completely from sight, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, staring at the other players silently.
The thick and deep sound of the clock broke the silence without warning, and echoed in the empty and extravagant hall. It struck ten times—the ten o'clock in the morning that the housekeeper said just now had arrived.
One of the senior players cleared his throat and said:
"Well... If that's the case, let's form a team separately and look around for clues. How about gathering under the stairs at eleven o'clock?"
After a period of chaotic team formation, everyone split up in twos and threes, and the hall soon ceased to be noisy as before, and gradually became quiet.
Mo Yize and Wen Chen walked around the hall slowly.
He walked slowly to the end of the hall, only to see that the grand and magnificent gate was tightly closed, and marble statues with well-proportioned and plump limbs stood on both sides. The arc curvature and athletic lines on their bodies looked impressive. pleasing to the eye.
Mo Yi tentatively stretched out his hand and pushed the door—still motionless.
He didn't expect much at all, he just shrugged indifferently, then turned and walked in other directions.
At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to hear some faint musical sound... It seemed to be the sound of playing the piano.
He paused, and stood on the spot to listen intently—the soft music came to his ears intermittently, as if it was whispering in his lover's ear, but it was vague and distant, and he couldn't hear it very clearly.
For some reason, Mo Yi always felt that the sound of this tune seemed a little familiar. He frowned slowly, then followed the sound of the music and walked towards the corridor on the side of the hall.
The sound of the music gradually became clearer as it got closer. The piano sound seemed very gloomy, and it was played repeatedly on a weird and weird tune, which made the listeners feel heavy.
The farther you go, the more dim the candlelight in the corridor becomes, and the air is filled with a cold and sweet aroma.
At the end of the corridor is the side hall, the door is half closed, and the clear piano sound can be heard clearly through the crack of the door.
Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Wen Chen, stretched out his hand to press the cold door panel of the side hall, and then slowly applied force, the carved door of the side hall was pushed inward carefully—
The piano sound suddenly stopped.
Mo Yi looked into the side hall through the open door, and saw that the room was pitch black, only some vague outlines could be seen undulating in the darkness, and there was silence around his ears, and the piano sound could no longer be heard.
He took out the flashlight from his backpack, then pushed open the door of the side hall, and walked in with Wen Chen.
The side hall is quiet and deserted, and the temperature seems to be much higher than that of the other rooms on the floor. The cold air slowly penetrates into the cracks in the bones, making people feel goose bumps all over their bodies.
Mo Yi slowly moved the flashlight in his hand, frowning slowly.
—The scene in this room is completely different from that in the hall.
All the furniture in the side hall was covered with a thick layer of white cloth, which looked strange and solemn in the darkness.
Mo Yi walked slowly into the room, while Wen Chen closely followed him half a step behind him. The thick carpet under his feet completely absorbed the sound of their walking. The furniture covered with white cloth can only see a vague and stiff outline under the light.
He stopped at a corner of the side hall, and slowly stretched out his hand to grab a piece of white cloth covering the half-person-high bulge, and then lifted it vigorously.
A cloud of dust rose up, flying wildly under the beam of the flashlight.
A piano appeared in front of Mo Yi's eyes. The lid of the piano was lifted, and the black and white piano keys were revealed under the light—the sound of the music just now should be coming from here.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand and wiped it lightly, and a thin layer of dust instantly covered his fingertips.
He bent down to pick up the white cloth on the ground, and covered the piano again.
Mo Yi's eyes wandered aimlessly in the side hall, as if searching for something.
At this moment, his eyes fell on the wall opposite the piano, and he saw a huge picture frame hanging on the wall, almost covering the entire wall, and it was covered with a white cloth like everything else in this room .
Mo Yi frowned suspiciously, turned his head and looked around the whole room.
Except for the huge picture frame in front of me which was covered with a white cloth, the oil paintings on the other walls hung quietly on the walls like other ordinary decorations, and none of them were covered.
Mo Yi walked forward quickly, stretched out his hand to grab a corner of the white cloth, and was about to lift it up——
Before he could move, he heard a familiar voice behind him, which sounded cold and polite:
"Dear guest, what do you need?"