Black is neat, what about the other two colors
Moreover, the most important question now is, is such a painting only available in the room of the player who was selected as the first batch of victims in this dungeon? Or do all rooms have it
If it is the first case, now that Mo Yi knows that the oil painting in his room represents red, then there must be an oil painting in another room representing white, and then the victim will be chosen between the two of them. And if it is the second case, then there are three types of oil paintings, instead of three separate ones, so it will be more difficult to estimate the next target of the copy.
Mo Yi stared at the messy still life on the oil painting, frowning.
He turned around and walked towards the big bed where the corpse was lying quietly, and then looked down carefully, looking for any clues that he might have missed before—
At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to have noticed something, and his gaze stayed on the upper body of the corpse for a long time.
The corpse was wearing a snow-white nightgown.
You must know that this dead player is a newcomer, so it is absolutely impossible for her to enter the dungeon with a nightgown specially designed for her to change at night. To put it directly next to the body-after all, this is in a dangerous dungeon.
Then, it is very likely that this nightdress was changed after she died.
Mo Yi reached out and touched the nightgown worn by the corpse. The silk-like texture flowed through his fingertips. The edge of the nightgown was exquisitely and gorgeously decorated, and it was obviously expensive.
He carefully observed the fabric of the skirt under the light.
I saw that the snow-white silk surface was shimmering faintly with the changes of his movements, and it seemed to be embroidered with an unclear circular pattern, as if... it was the family behind the invitation letter. The pattern of the emblem.
Mo Yi put down the corner of the nightgown in his hand, a thoughtful expression flickered in his dark eyes.
He raised his head, looking for something in the room—
Now that the player is wearing a nightdress that doesn't belong to her, where are her own clothes
Just when Mo Yi started to rummage through boxes and cabinets in the room, a scream came from far away.
The sound was weakened by the deep and dead corridor in the ancient house, passed through the thick and ancient walls to the ears, it sounded like the sharp neighing that tore apart a distant dream.
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, exchanged glances with Wen Chen who was standing not far behind him, then turned around and ran out.
— the sound seemed to be coming from upstairs.
The two ran in the direction of the sound, and just after running up the stairs, they saw several players gathered around the door of a room with a wide open door, looking into the room.
A faint smell of blood lingers in the nose.
Mo Yi slowed down his pace, walked slowly to the door of the room, looked through the player standing in front of him, and looked into the room.
The luxurious and extravagant decoration in the room seems to be stained with an ominous dead air at the moment. The cold temperature in the room spreads out along the open door, and the naked skin is aroused. goosebumps.
From this angle, one can just see the outline of a human figure protruding from the big bed in the middle of the house.
Mo Yi divided his mind, carefully listened to the intermittent description of the newcomer who found the corpse, and sorted out the whole process in his mind——
This player did not go to watch with other players when she found the first corpse just now, because she was too timid, so after hearing the loud noise, she just walked to the door and stopped hesitantly, only daring to wait. He listened to the sound outside the door near the door, and didn't feel relieved until the noise dissipated.
But at this moment, through the crack of the door, she smelled the smell of blood, and when she tremblingly opened the door to take a peek, she found that the door of the opposite room was open. up.
Mo Yi turned his head and glanced behind him—indeed, the two rooms happened to be door-to-door.
He no longer focused on listening to the incoherent description of the newcomer due to sobbing, but separated from the crowd and walked to the bedside, looking down at the corpse carefully.
The dead body was a male corpse, basically the same way as the previous one, also wearing a snow-white silk nightgown, the skin exposed from the nightgown was wrinkled and charred, and the original body was hardly visible. The bed under his body was soaked in blood into a thick black color, exuding a strong bloody smell.
Mo Yi reached out and touched the surface of the bed—it felt a little dry to the touch, and the layer of blood on it had obviously solidified.
There is a high probability that it is the same time of death as the last corpse.
Mo Yi bent down and pulled up a corner of the nightgown, changing the angle slightly under the light—silver-white circular dark lines looming.
He put down the fabric in his hand, then turned around and walked quickly to the entrance of the room. He looked intently at the oil painting hanging on the wall of the room, and saw a dark ocean in a storm, with black and dark blue on it. The frenzied intermingling and dancing amidst the flashes of thunder, every brush stroke is delicate and dynamic, almost allowing the viewer to smell the cold, salty moisture on the ocean.
Mo Yi reached out and touched the canvas, then looked at his fingertips, a trace of black wetness stained his fingertips.
His eyes became serious.
But at this moment, another burst of human voices came into his ears. Mo Yi turned his head to follow the sound, and saw another wave of players also found the scene and surrounded them like a swarm—while Zhao Nan and Li Wang Impressively on the list.
Mo Yi's eyes were calm, his eyes flicked across the person who came, and then he looked back without changing his expression.
And the reactions of those who watched what happened before were far less calm than Mo Yi. Zhao Nan's eyes paused on Mo Yi, and then quickly moved back his eyes in embarrassment. Li Wang, who was walking at the end of the crowd, Then, with a pale complexion, he held his still red and swollen fingers, his eyes dodged and he dared not look directly at Mo Yi, only occasionally giving him a vicious and disgusting glance from an invisible angle.
Wen Chen stood beside Mo Yi, his hard-lined eye sockets were covered by shadows, like a silent shadow with a strong sense of presence, he stared at the scene in front of him, narrowed his eyes coldly, his whole body was full of anger. The scene became dangerous and gloomy, like a sharp blade that could be unsheathed in the next second.
Mo Yi didn't look at him, but stretched out his hand and gently pressed the back of Wen Chen's cold hand.
The warm and dry palm fits against the cold skin, and one can almost feel the ups and downs and touch of the lines in the warm palm.
Wen Chen was slightly startled, the skin tightly stretched on the cheekbones and the muscles on the contours of the face seemed to soften instantly, the gloom covering his body was diluted, he lowered his eyes, and turned back into that silent shadow again.
But the fingers that were quietly hanging by the side grabbed Mo Yi's hand that was about to be pulled away. The cold and slender fingers inserted into Mo Yi's fingers, and then clasped tightly on the back of the hand. The gap between the palm and the palm was covered. It is fully filled, and every trace of texture and muscle undulations are bitten together tightly like gears.
Mo Yi struggled, but didn't break away, and simply let him go.
Anyway, even the locker is out now, it's too late to distance yourself in front of everyone.
——Mo Yi's face was calm and calm, and he thought about it with a broken jar.
After chatting with the newcomer who was still crying, Zhao Nan walked to the bed and carefully observed the corpse on the bed, frowning in confusion and thinking.
Mo Yi suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at the oil painting behind him, and used his free hand to grope behind the frame skillfully for a while—the familiar note fell into his palm, Crumpled and dusty.
The people standing beside him were startled by his sudden movement, and couldn't help but focus their eyes on Mo Yi.
Mo Yi lowered his head and glanced at the note. He was already familiar with the handwriting on it, and recognized the verses on it without much effort:
"I want to bury my intoxicated head in this black ocean with sea within sea."
Sure enough - "black".
Zhao Nan also noticed Mo Yi's movements, strode over eagerly, and then stopped hesitantly a few steps away, as if he was considering what he wanted to say.
Mo Yi was too lazy to argue with him, roughly folded the note and threw it to Zhao Nan.
Zhao Nan didn't expect his sudden action at all, and the unspoken words got stuck in his throat. He just reached out and caught the slowly falling note in a hurry, his face looked a little embarrassed for a while.
Mo Yi leaned his weight on Wen Chen's shoulder, and said lightly:
"You all go back and look at the note hidden behind the oil painting in your room. The copy should kill people according to this."
He thought for a while, and added: "At least from now on."
Everyone couldn't help being startled, a layer of cold sweat broke out on their backs, and they stared at Mo Yi as if they were looking at a monster.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows and said:
"So... what are you still looking at me for?"
Everyone couldn't help being startled, and instantly understood, and then ran to their room in fear.
Zhao Nanyou hesitated for a while, then whispered to Mo Yi: "Well... thank you for the clue, what happened before..."
Mo Yi hooked the corners of his lips: "It's okay, don't worry about it."
Zhao Nan nodded hurriedly at him, and then followed the figures of other players and ran out of the door. The anxious look that he tried his best to hide just now appeared on his cheeks, and he hurriedly ran to see the death note hidden behind the oil painting in his room.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen were soon left in the room.
Wen Chen turned to look at Mo Yi, frowned suspiciously, and broke the silence: "I thought you weren't going to tell them?"
The faint smile on Mo Yi's face disappeared like ice under the sun, leaving only the calm and unpredictable deep sea. He nodded:
"Yes, but... things are different now."
Now the appearance of the second deceased proves his second conjecture—there are not only three oil paintings, but many, but the three-color sketch has only three colors, so each color’s The distribution and quantity are both uncertain. Instead of groping from room to room, it is better to let the players move by themselves and wait for the clues to come to the door.
After all... When players find themselves unable to decipher the content behind the note, they will naturally seek his help.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes quietly fell on the place where darkness and light meet at the door, his face was peaceful and indifferent.
In addition... According to the current progress of other players, most of them will die before they find the law of killing in the dungeon, and this will be very unfavorable to the development of this dungeon in the future.
The wedding will take place in two days, but the dungeon stipulates that the survival time is much longer than that.
And this incident always made Mo Yi feel faintly uneasy.
—However, no matter how the situation changes, the wedding two days later will definitely be a huge node, there is no doubt about it.