Mo Yi paused and turned his head to look behind him.
I saw the butler appearing at the open door at some unknown time. In the dim darkness, he could only see the blurred outline of facial features on his pale face, and the deep eye sockets were like two black holes, staring at him coldly. with him.
Mo Yi loosened the corner of the white cloth in his hand without any trace, turned around, and said without changing his expression:
"I'm just wandering around."
The butler's cold voice came from the darkness not far away:
"I'm very sorry, the servants haven't cleaned up this room yet, and it's not suitable for receiving guests. Please move to another room."
Mo Yi looked around the entire room. The pale cloth was quietly covered on the high or low furniture like a shroud, standing silently in the thick darkness. It wasn't that something was peeping quietly.
He withdrew his gaze, walked towards the door, and asked as he walked:
"But... I seem to have heard the sound of a piano coming from here just now?"
The butler turned sideways to make way for him, his dark eyes were fixed on Mo Yi, his pale face showed no emotion at all, it looked like he was wearing a cold mask:
"I'm afraid you heard it wrong. The piano in this room has not been touched for a long time."
Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes a little, and replied calmly: "Is that so... Maybe I'm hallucinating."
He and Wen Chen came out of the side hall one after the other, the wide and warm corridor neutralized the cold temperature in the side hall, and the icy atmosphere like the stone tomb cellar was replaced by the sweet fragrance .
Mo Yi took a few steps forward slowly, then seemed to think of something suddenly, and asked casually:
"By the way, do you know anyone in this house who can play the piano?"
The butler replied in the same polite tone as before: "Sorry, I don't know."
Mo Yi squinted his eyes, still not letting go of the question, and asked further: "What about your employer? Don't the De Clauses also know how to play the piano?"
The butler's cold and pale face hardly changed at all, and he replied in a respectful and distant tone: "I'm very sorry, as a servant, I shouldn't judge my employer arbitrarily, and I hope my respected guests will understand."
His answer was as impermeable as a copper wall and iron wall, and it was almost impossible to find the slightest mistake or omission.
Mo Yi nodded lightly, and stopped asking:
"Okay, excuse me."
After finishing speaking, he brushed past the butler, and walked along the long corridor with Wen Chen in the direction he came from.
Before they were about to return to the hall, Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.
I saw the thin and gloomy butler still standing in the same place, watching the backs of Mo Yi and Wen Chen, his dull face blurred into the darkness in the side hall, and he could only vaguely see the side hall quietly open The pale white cloth inside the door.
Seeing that he might not be able to go back in a short time, Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, and then stepped into the brightly lit hall. The exquisite marble statues and arched porch all showed the wealth of the owner.
This Klaus house is obviously very big, even if more than 20 players have poured into it, it is still quiet as if only the two of them are in it, they can't hear other people's movements at all, the dead silence makes people feel alive disturbed.
Mo Yi lowered his head, caressing his knuckles absent-mindedly, as if he was thinking about something.
Wen Chen took a step forward, stopped beside Mo Yi, and asked softly:
"What are you thinking?"
Mo Yi looked up at him, and said thoughtfully: "Just now when I asked the housekeeper if anyone here can play the piano, he directly replied that he didn't know, but when I asked him if his master could play the piano At that time, he said that he could not talk about the master..."
Wen Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "So?"
Mo Yi pursed his lips, and said word by word: "He could obviously prevaricate me with the same answer, but he didn't."
He stared at Wen Chen and said slowly, "Why?"
Wen Chen watched him quietly, without answering, and Mo Yi didn't care, he just looked away, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the entrance of the corridor they left just now. The emotion in his dark eyes was unclear, and he hooked him without a trace. Hooked lips:
"… interesting."
Wen Chen's gaze moved down slowly, and landed on the curved corners of Mo Yi's light-colored lips. The color of his light-colored eyes deepened slightly, and his protruding Adam's apple moved slightly.
Mo Yi noticed Wen Chen's overly hot gaze, retracted his gaze, and asked inexplicably:
"What's wrong?"
Wen Chen turned his head instantly, looked away in a disguised manner, and pretended to be calm and said: "...it's nothing, just, the way you think..."
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"
There was still no superfluous expression on Wen Chen's face, only the tips of his ears were a little red, he clenched his fists and put them on his lips, coughed lightly twice, and said in a voice that was so soft that he could barely hear: "... quite good-looking."
Mo Yi never expected that Wen Chen would be so straightforward in the copy, and the sudden compliment made him feel a little shy, his face was slightly heated, and he subconsciously replied: "...Thank you."
As if realizing that his answer was a bit strange, Mo Yi paused, after thinking about it, he added a little uncertainly:
"… You too?"
Hearing this, Wen Chen's eyes widened slightly, and he turned his head to look at Mo Yi, the heat from his ears had already spread to his cheeks, his pale face and cold facial features seemed to come alive in an instant, he ticked lightly lips, a pair of light-colored eyes stared closely at Mo Yi: "Say it again."
Mo Yi turned his head away unnaturally, and changed the subject: "Have we not been in that direction yet? Let's go there and have a look—"
Before he could finish his sentence, he strode towards the direction he pointed just now, and his hasty steps were a little messy.
The curvature of Wen Chen's lips still showed no sign of disappearing, his eyes were shining brightly as he stared at Mo Yi's back, and then he followed up.
The two spent the next half an hour roughly searching the entire hall, but found nothing except a better understanding of how luxurious the house is.
The huge and thick bell rang again, echoing in the empty and curved dome of the mansion, striking a full eleven times.
When it was time to meet up with other players, Mo Yi and Wen Chen stopped their meaningless searches, and other players also returned to the hall one after another, meeting at the bottom of the stairs.
The crowd gathered together and made a simple self-introduction, and then began to summarize the clues that each player found in the house. But since the time of separation was not long this time, and the house was too big, basically everyone had nothing particularly valuable to gain.
Zhao Nan—the senior player who proposed to act separately before—looked down at the watch on his wrist, and said, "It's almost time for lunch that the butler just said, we'd better follow the timetable in the instance as much as possible. Okay, so now we'd better go back to the room where we woke up and wait, if there is no other arrangement, we will still gather here at this staircase, what do you think?"
His suggestion was reasonable, everyone nodded in agreement, and then dispersed.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen also walked up the stairs. Before turning a corner, Mo Yi's gaze unconsciously passed across the almost empty hall, and then he paused slightly.
Wen Chen, who was walking on the other side of him, also stopped immediately and turned to look at him.
Mo Yi frowned slowly, and fixed his eyes on the two marble figures with different movements and shapes at the closed gate—
For some reason, he seemed to feel that the faces of those two cold marble statues... seemed to have changed directions
He took a last deep look at the two lifeless stone sculptures, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and said in a low voice:
"It's okay, let's go."
The two walked up the stairs, and then walked along the previous path towards the room where Mo Yi woke up.
Mo Yi pushed open the door, and the familiar scene in the room came into view, but the wrinkles and traces on the soft and luxurious bed that he used to lie on had disappeared without a trace, and it was as smooth as the windless surface of a lake. , it seems that someone took the opportunity to come in and make the bed while he was away.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, then walked into the room, followed by Wen Chen.
The door closed slowly behind them, blocking the dim yellowish candlelight in the corridor, and shutting the silence inside the room.
Mo Yi walked to the picture frame where he found the note and stood there, then quietly stared at the dead woman in the oil painting.
I don't know if it was his illusion... He always felt that the thin bloodshot streak on the woman's pale neck seemed to become much clearer and more vivid.
Just then there was a gentle knock on the door—three soft and polite knocks.
Mo Yi went to the door and opened it. There was no one at the door of the room, only a silver tray was placed upright at the door, delicate small plates and small bowls were covered with the same small silver lids, and next to the utensils On the other hand, there was a small piece of paper that seemed to have something written on it.
He probed and looked around, the long corridor was silent and there was no moving figure.
Mo Yi bent down to pick up the tray, then turned and walked into the room.
He put the tray on the table, then reached for the little note on the tray—
Beautiful cursive characters were written in dark blue ink on the light yellow paper note, and it read:
"Dear guest, please take a nap after lunch. Mr. De Claus and Mrs. De Claus invite you to attend afternoon tea at three o'clock in the afternoon."