Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked out, and just when they reached the corridor, they heard the thick and heavy bell ringing in their ears. The metal-like buzz echoed in the air, one sound after another without interruption, and it took eleven knocks before it stopped.
But at this moment, the figures of the people in front suddenly stopped moving forward, as if the road ahead was suddenly blocked.
Mo Yi raised his head and glanced at Wen Chen, the two quickly exchanged glances, and then quickly walked towards the front of the line.
Through the crowd, one could see a thin black figure standing in the middle of the winding stairs, standing straight in front of the crowd rushing down the stairs as if a gap had been torn from the light overhead. The aura blocks the players' steps like an invisible wall.
The straight black uniform, the snow-white shirt protruding from the cuffs and collar, and the pale face like a corpse.
The elusive butler stood in front of the stairs at some point, staring at the crowd with those hole-like black eyes, and there was no expression on that pale face made up of uncomfortable facial features, which made people shudder .
In the solemn and dead air, there seemed to be faint vibrations of the lingering sound of the bell.
Everyone breathed lightly involuntarily.
The butler said slowly, "Dear guests, it's time for a break. Tomorrow, Mr. and Mrs. De Claus have prepared a lot of activities for you, so please save your energy."
He slowly looked around the players in front of him with those black hole-like eyes, and added clearly: "Please stay in your room during the break time, and don't walk around in the house. I wish you all the best!" Nice dream."
After finishing speaking, the steward gave a deep salute to the silent players, then turned around and walked into the darkness beside him. The thin figure was slowly swallowed by the thick darkness in the house, and even the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared. It's spotless.
The players looked at each other.
In the end, it was Zhao Nan who broke the deadlock: "Then... in this case, it is best to follow the NPC's prompt. Everyone, go back tonight and look at the note behind the oil painting in your room. The rest of the clues will wait for the rest time tomorrow morning." Let's talk after we're done."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
The players gathered on the stairs slowly dispersed, and each walked towards their own room.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen also walked down the stairs and returned to their room along the corridor.
The door was closed behind him, and the bright lights in the room separated this independent space from the deep corridor. Since Wen Chen was not considered an official player in the dungeon, he naturally didn't have his own room, so it was very difficult. Apparently the two of them had to share the only bed in the room tonight.
After a simple wash, Mo Yi threw his body on the soft velvet bed, feeling that the fatigue he experienced throughout the day was faithfully reflected on the tense muscles in his shoulders and neck. Relax and send out a slightly astringent soreness.
He stretched out his hand to press the center of his brow, his pale face was stained with a little fatigue.
Wen Chen walked to the other side of the bed, reached out and turned off the light at the head of the bed, and the room was instantly enveloped in darkness.
Mo Yi only heard a rustling sound coming from his ears, and then felt the weight of the bed beside him—the soft velvet mattress amplified every movement on the bed to the maximum, and then transmitted it vividly.
Wen Chen's voice sounded in the darkness, the deep voice seemed to be able to bring about faint vibrations in the air:
"Good night."
Mo Yi replied softly: "Good night."
There was a blurry ceiling above his head with his eyes open. For some reason, after the darkness fell, the drowsiness and drowsiness disappeared together with the light, replaced by excessive nervousness—maybe it was too upside down before entering the dungeon Work and rest finally started its long-planned backlash and revenge. A kind of excessive sobriety occupied Mo Yi's mind, making him obsessively recall everything and every detail that happened in the dungeon today. It's like staring at a slow-moving movie with eyes wide open.
Light white noise filled the eardrums. Mo Yi is familiar with the flow of his body, he knows that he might not be able to sleep tonight.
He adjusted his breathing, trying to create the illusion that he was about to fall asleep.
Immediately afterwards, in the darkness, Mo Yi heard the slight sound of the sheets being crumpled and rubbed beside him. Immediately afterwards, he felt something pressed against his eye sockets—
A cold and dry palm gently covered his face with irresistible tenderness.
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and blinked slowly, the awkwardness brought by his eyelashes across the other's palm was vividly magnified by the darkness.
The palm trembled imperceptibly with his movements, and the fingertips resting on his temples lightly stroked his skin. Wen Chen's voice came to his ears, with a slight stagnation in his voice. The husky:
"Close your eyes."
Mo Yi subconsciously closed his eyes, the palm pressing on his face moved away, the bed beside him made a clear creaking sound under the pressure, his sides on both sides sank slightly, and then - something cold and Something soft pressed against his eyelids lightly, and the soft breath sprayed on his forehead, bringing a burst of wetness.
He opened his eyes and opened his lips slightly, but no sound came out—in fact, Mo Yi didn't quite know what he wanted to say, but just quietly stared at the vague outline of Wen Chen in the darkness.
He only heard Chen Chen say on top of his head: "This is not good night."
He spoke without beginning or end, but for some reason Mo Yi clearly understood his complete subtext—sleeping with eyes open cannot be called good night.
Mo Yi smiled softly, put his hand on the back of Wen Chen's neck, and led him towards him, then raised his head hastily in the dark, and kissed him resoundingly on the forehead:
"Thanks."
Maybe it was the fermenting darkness that was at work, or maybe it was Wen Chen's interruption, the white noise disappeared, and Mo Yi soon fell asleep.
Until the knock on the door woke him up from his sleep.
Mo Yi quickly broke free from sleep, and his nerves regained his tension and clarity as quickly as possible. He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch—according to the time in this copy, it should be half past seven.
The soft knock on the door sounded again.
Mo Yi got up from the bed, went to the door and opened it, and saw a small and exquisite silver basin on the ground, filled with steaming water, and a towel beside the basin, which seemed to be for washing. He brought the small basin into the house and put it on the small table.
He soaked his hands in hot water and simply washed them, but he felt that the touch of warm water in his hands seemed a little wrong...
The sticky and slippery feeling passed between the fingers, giving people a strange feeling of nausea—
Mo Yi looked down at the small basin, and the water in the basin under his fingertips turned bright dark red, and the strong and foul smell of rust mixed with the cold and sweet fragrance was spreading... as if it was alive, it was rolling slowly...
Startled, he subconsciously withdrew his palm from the basin, took a few steps back, and distanced himself from the basin of blood.
Wen Chen's voice came from behind: "What's wrong?"
Mo Yi was distracted by his yelling, and then lowered his head and looked at his hands: the hands were wet and covered with water, shining brightly under the light. He looked up at the silver basin, and saw that the inside was covered with water. The bright blood red that he saw had completely disappeared at this time, leaving only transparent water splashes aroused by his excessive movements.
… red.
Mo Yi seemed to have thought of something, his eyes sank.
He wiped his hands hastily on the towel hanging by the basin, and then quickly walked to the oil painting at the door to look at it carefully.
I saw that the thin blood band on the neck of the woman pictured above had become as thick as a finger, and was deeply branded on her slender neck. Large patches of blood and the dark red under her snow-white naked body The sheets were mixed together, but this time the traces of blood were so heavy that they could be seen without distinguishing, and they were dripping with light under the light.
Wen Chen had already walked to his side at this moment, followed Mo Yi's gaze to look at the oil painting, and slowly narrowed his eyes.
Mo Yi hooked his lips, but there was no smile on his face, and he said softly:
"Yesterday was black, it seems that today's victim should be red."
At this moment, there was another knock on the door, Wen Chen walked over to open the door, and saw the same small tray on the ground as last time, with delicate dishes on it, covered with a silver cover— Exactly the same process as yesterday's lunch.
Wen Chen picked up the tray and walked to Mo Yi's side, but saw that Mo Yi's attention seemed to be attracted by something, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he was staring at the oil painting intently, with a faint light shining deep in his dark eyes. Light—this is the sign when he finds something.
So Wen Chen just put down the tray quietly and stood beside him patiently waiting.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand slowly, thoughtfully touched the thick and dark frame of the oil painting, and then raised his head suddenly:
"follow me."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi hastily opened the door and strode out, followed by Wen Chen.
The others hadn't left the room yet, and the silence in the corridor seemed to be still settled in the middle of the night. Mo Yi walked through the winding stairs and narrow corridors of the house, quickly passed the grand and bright hall on the first floor, and then quickly walked towards the side hall.
His eyes were bright, his breathing was a little short, and he could almost hear his heart beating nervously in his chest.
frame.
Of all the oil paintings in the entire house, Mo Yi only saw four frames made of dark wood surrounded by gold threads.
Two hang in the house of the dead man, and one hangs in his own room.
In addition, there is another one with the same frame.
—The portrait in the wing.
Wen Chen took a few steps forward, reached out and took off the lock hanging on the side hall door, and the two of them pushed the door open and walked into the house.
The cold air spread, causing goosebumps on Mo Yi's exposed skin. He took a deep breath, stepped forward slowly, and stretched out his hand to tear off the white cloth covering the oil painting hanging on the wall. .
The black wooden picture frame entwined with gold thread was revealed—followed by the old cracked oil painting—
Mo Yi's heart shrank, as if being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
I saw that the paint on the body of the portrait in the painting was dry and dry, except for...
Her deep black eyes and ebony-black hair were bright and moist as if they had just been painted, hanging down her waist like a waterfall, shining charmingly in the dim light.
Those two bright black eyes were inlaid on the blurred face, staring closely at Mo Yi standing in front of the painting.
This weird picture looks so hair-raising,