At 2:40 in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door of the room.
Mo Yi went up to open the door, and there was a maid with a pale and stiff face standing outside the door. She had the same hollow black eyes as the housekeeper and the same distant and polite tone. She bowed deeply. bowed, and said:
"Dear guest, afternoon tea is ready, please come with me."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked down the corridor. Mo Yi and Wen Chen exchanged glances quickly, and then stepped forward to follow.
The maid led the way unhurriedly, keeping a distance of five steps from the two of them.
After passing through several deep and lengthy corridors, turning countless corners decorated with marble statues, and going up several floors of narrow or wide, straight or curved stairs, after an unknown amount of time, the maid finally stopped. He stepped forward, opened the door of the hall in front of him, then turned sideways and bowed slightly:
"Please."
The soft light in the room streamed out from the open door, and Mo Yi and Wen Chen stepped forward and stepped into it.
This is a very delicate small hall. The warm green wallpaper makes the room bright and vibrant. Soft sofas and chairs embroidered with patterns are scattered in the room. The rose fragrance in the room is mixed with tea. With a slightly astringent fragrance and a strong sweet fragrance of tea, there are already several players in the room, and they seem to have just arrived.
Several other doors in the small hall opened, and the remaining players filed in and sat down on the sofa chairs one after another.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked forward, randomly picked a shadow near the corner, and sat down at a position where they could have a panoramic view of the room.
The pale butler came in from the side door, and said with his shadowy gloom:
"I hope you all enjoy this afternoon."
After finishing speaking, several maids with porcelain plates came forward, brought hot black tea and sweet refreshments, and quietly arranged the exquisite food on the small table in front of everyone. Then, with the same silence, he retreated to a corner of the room and waited.
The female senior sitting near the door—Mo Yi remembered her name was Wang Ya—stopped the butler and asked:
"So... when will the De Clauses arrive?"
The housekeeper turned his head and stared at her with the pair of dark eyes on his pale face. The corners of his straight mouth slowly raised a polite arc: "I'm very sorry, sir and madam have some chores to deal with, so we can't be there for the time being. They wanted me to convey their apologies and hoped to see you all at dinner tonight."
The butler moved his eyes, turned to look at the other players in the room, and continued:
"If you're bored, ladies can find picture books and other bric-a-brac in the room to the left, and gents can find cigars and whiskey in the room to the right."
After finishing speaking, he bowed deeply again, and then retreated to the middle of the side, leaving only the players in the room looking at each other.
One of the players suggested: "Then... Since this is the case, why don't you all look for clues in these rooms first?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, and then stood up one after another. The low voices of talking and searching for things were absorbed by the overlapping curtains, and Mo Yi could only hear some whispers. He stood up and listened. Randomly turned around in several rooms - the rooms are very large, each one is so luxurious and exquisite that it is eye-opening, and it is full of all the possible pastimes of European nobles during afternoon tea time.
Mo Yi just glanced at it hastily, then went straight to the door of the room, and stretched out his hand to the doorknob.
A lingering voice sounded beside him, the voice was alienated and polite: "Dear guest, what do you need?"
Mo Yi paused, turned his head to look aside, and saw the butler's pale and stiff face staring at him not far away.
He replied calmly: "It's nothing, I'm just a little bored, and I just want to go out for a walk."
The butler slowly took a step forward, his eyes moved slightly behind Mo Yi:
"But you haven't finished your tea yet."
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly, and said in a calm and gentle voice, "I'm not very interested in refreshments."
The expression on the housekeeper's face remained unchanged. He stared at Mo Yi with those empty black eyes, and his bloodless lips maintained the standard courtesy curve: "But my master told me to take good care of you all..."
While showing an expression of paying attention to listening, Mo Yi secretly pressed down on the doorknob under his palm—
It was motionless as if welded to death by steel.
Mo Yi understood in his heart - there was no possibility for him to go out.
The butler's voice came to my ears: "... So, how about asking the maid to give you another cup of tea? If you have any tea you like, you can also order the kitchen to make it. What do you think?"
Mo Yi withdrew his hand without any trace, and nodded lightly: "That's fine."
After finishing speaking, he turned around, his eyes met Wen Chen behind him, Mo Yi shook his head slightly imperceptibly, then moved his eyes away, and walked to his seat.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand to pick up the brand new teacup that had just been replaced, and took a sip with downcast eyes. The warm and fragrant black tea breath filled his mouth instantly, but his heart became heavier and heavier.
Everything was too normal and harmless, but it made Mo Yi feel uneasy.
Moreover, this dungeon was forcing them to follow its rhythm and time from the very beginning, which made Mo Yi unable to find any useful clues even though he had been in the dungeon for half a day.
In addition, since just now... there is a question that has been bothering Mo Yi:
Since the wedding is three days away, and the survival time required by the dungeon is nine days, what about the remaining six days
Mo Yi put down his teacup and sighed deeply—no matter what, he is trapped here now.
By the time the bell rang five times, the refreshments in the room had been removed for a long time, and the tea had been changed several times. The housekeeper stepped forward at this moment and said to the players in the room:
"Dinner is ready, please move."
After finishing speaking, the butler turned around and easily opened the door that Mo Yi couldn't open just now, and then walked out.
Everyone walked forward behind him, the corridor was narrow and quiet, with soft and thick carpets under their feet, the candles on the silver long-handled candlestick beside him made a slight crackling sound, and a few bright fires flickered and danced .
Mo Yi originally tried to find an opportunity to slip away on the road, but the maids who had led the way followed behind everyone step by step, staring at the players with dark and empty eyes on their pale faces, before Mo Yi could figure out what to do When they got rid of them, the team in front of them stopped.
—The restaurant is much closer than Mo Yi imagined.
He saw that the butler opened the door of the restaurant sideways, and the brilliant lights and soft music rushed towards his face. Mo Yi followed the crowd and walked forward, and he was about to enter the hall.
At this moment, he heard Wen Chen whispering in his ear: "Do you want to leave?"
Mo Yi nodded subconsciously, and then, before he could react, he felt his arm was pulled by a strong force, and then fell to the wall unexpectedly, his back was firmly pressed against the corridor The cold and hard wall hurts from the bulging bones.
Mo Yi stared dumbfounded at Wen Chen striding forward, his tall figure covered the lights behind him, his deep facial features were divided into clear areas by light and shadow, his light-colored eyes looked sharp and bright under the backlight.
Before he regained his composure, he saw the other person's face rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes, and then something soft pressed against his lips.
The sweet and fragrant incense in the corridor was instantly replaced by the bitter and cold smell of the pine forest.
Mo Yi was taken aback, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold Wen Chen's arm. The skin under his palm was cold and soft, and the undulating texture was full of strength. Only then did he realize what Wen Chen was doing.
He turned his gaze slightly behind Wen Chen - he saw other players passing by the two of them as if turning a blind eye, and the stiff and pale faces of the maids showed no sign of turning this way.
After everyone walked into the hall, the butler stood where he was, and slowly looked around the corridor with those empty eyes that looked like two frozen black dots. The other party's gaze moved to the two of them— Mo Yi's heart couldn't help but move slightly—the next second, the housekeeper took a step back, and then opened his arms to close the restaurant door.
The bright lights and melodious music were shut inside the door, and the corridor went dark for an instant, and it became silent again.
Mo Yi's gaze moved slightly, and met Wen Chen's gaze again. He stared at the other's dark gray misty eyes, and exerted a little force with his palm.
Wen Chen took a step back and opened the space between the two.
Mo Yi took a long breath, looked up at the closed door of the restaurant with lingering fear, then turned to look at Wen Chen:
"...Thank you very much."
Wen Chen stared at him and said, "You are not alone."
Mo Yi was taken aback: "... what?"
Wen Chen stared closely at Mo Yi's dark eyes, and said in a low voice: "You are not alone, you don't need to handle everything by yourself, and solve all the puzzles by yourself, I know that in most cases you don't need to My help, but... Sometimes, you can rely on me a little bit."
Mo Yi pursed his lips.
Wen Chen paused, his voice was low and deep: "...you still have me here."
After finishing speaking, he looked away and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, where do you want to leave?"
Mo Yi took a deep look at him and said, "It was the room that was covered with white cloth before. The housekeeper drove me out of it so eagerly. There must be something tricky in it."
After finishing speaking, the two turned and walked out, walked through the corridor and stairs, and walked straight to the side hall connected to the hall on the first floor.
Ten minutes later, they finally stepped into the dark and dark corridor again, and then stood still at the door of the side hall.
A small but delicate lock had been hung on the door of the side hall, glimmering in the dim light.
Mo Yi took a step forward, and subconsciously leaned towards his backpack, but his movements stopped in the middle. He lowered his eyes and pondered for a second, then turned to look at Wen Chen:
"Can you open it?"
The corners of Wen Chen's lips curled up slightly, and he took a step forward, stretched out his hand and flicked lightly on the lock, only to hear a metallic "click", and the small lock fell into his palm.
The door of the side hall opened slowly in front of Mo Yi, and a chilly aura like that inside the stone coffin poured out instantly, those fuzzy silhouettes wrapped in white cloth like corpses fluctuated up and down in the cold and dark room , It looks lifeless and frightening.
There was silence around my ears.
Mo Yi turned his head to look around, and after confirming that there were no other people nearby except them, he turned on the flashlight and walked into the room.
This time, he went straight to the picture frame hanging on the wall that was completely covered by the white cloth.