Mo Yi stared at the oil painting sunken in the hazy darkness, and subconsciously held his breath slightly, as if worried about disturbing something.
The fuzzy and cracked face on the oil painting looked back at him quietly, and the dark eyes were like deep black holes, like two emotionless holes—casting unpredictable gazes from the depths of the cold cellar-like room.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and looked away.
Now, those scattered clues were finally connected by a clear clue, and the veil that had been covering this dungeon was finally lifted by the wind, revealing a partially blurred outline.
So far, this dungeon has a high probability of killing people according to color, killing players with oil paintings of corresponding colors in the room, and then dipping the colors on them to complete the oil painting hung in the hall, or - let It returns to what it once was.
Then, this oil painting must be the key to this copy.
Mo Yi looked at the oil painting quietly hanging on the wall again, and the woman whose face was blurred in the painting.
So... will this woman be the bride? Could it be Mrs. de Claus, whose name she has never seen? If so? If the painting is not completely filled, will the wedding two days later be held as scheduled? —If not, who would she be
Countless questions came one after another, and they were coldly stuffed into Mo Yi's stomach like heavy stones, leading his thoughts to slowly sink deep.
Mo Yi took a few steps forward and observed the portrait closely. His eyes moved inch by inch on the rough canvas, not letting go of any possible clues—
Finally, he raised his hand and stroked lightly over a bulge in the lower right corner of the portrait, hidden by faded and peeling paint.
It was a circular symbol. Although Mo Yi couldn't see the specific pattern on it, he was sure that it was the same pattern that he found on the back of the invitation and on the clothes of the deceased.
Mo Yi frowned, staring at the weird pattern in confusion.
Logically speaking, the decoration printed on the back of the invitation should be the family crest of the noble, but during the day of entering the dungeon, except for the clothes on the body of the corpse, Mo Yi never saw it in other places where the family crest might appear. Go through it-whether it is a silver knife and fork embroidered tablecloth or those expensive and luxurious decorations.
Just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, there was a strange commotion outside the room.
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and was pulled back to reality by the faint voice outside the door. He turned his head and glanced at Wen Chen, and then the two of them walked out the door quickly.
A lot of people had already gathered in the hall, they all looked bewildered and uneasy, arguing with each other, no one noticed that Mo Yi came out of the side hall.
Mo Yi stepped forward, pulled a random person and asked, "What happened?"
Although the man looked equally pale and panicked, at least he hadn't lost his ability to speak. He replied: "Another person died..."
Mo Yi's heart tightened, and he asked calmly, "Where?"
The player pointed to the second floor and said, "But I suggest you don't watch—"
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yi walked quickly along the place he was pointing at. As soon as he reached the second floor, he smelled a strong smell of blood, even several times stronger than last night.
I saw several people surrounded one of the corridors, but most of them didn't block the doorway and peek inside like last time, but stood in the corridor with pale and blue faces.
The smell of blood became stronger, as if it could almost condense into a solid body, and even Mo Yi couldn't help but feel a burst of physical discomfort.
He frowned even tighter, and walked quickly towards the open door.
As soon as he entered the door, the strong rusty smell came down like a solid wall, making Mo Yi's pace subconsciously slightly stagnant. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and looked in the direction where the smell came from.
I saw a human-shaped bulge lying on the bed upright, but I couldn't recognize his previous appearance at all—
It was as if all the cells and capillaries under the skin had burst, and the gurgling blood overflowed from every pore on the corpse without a pause, gurgling and flowing, dyeing the corpse from head to toe bright red, like a river Generally, blood soaked the entire bed, dripped down the sheets, and formed a large pool of blood beside the bed, but the snow-white nightgown on the corpse was not stained by the blood at all, and was floating in a deep river of blood in pure whiteness. among.
— which explains why there is such a strong smell of blood.
Mo Yi turned his head and subconsciously searched for the oil painting near the door, his eyes fixed on it.
In the black wooden picture frame entwined with gold threads, there was a painting of a dying woman, her pale chest was cut open, revealing a blood-red fiery heart, and large swathes of dazzling blood-red dyed her naked limbs red, a The blood-stained hand was raised high as if struggling, and the veins on the back of the bony hand were raised like a dying bird.
red.
He slowly took a deep breath and retracted his gaze.
The pale Zhao Nan walked to Mo Yi's side from the other end of the room, handed him a note, and said, "This is... I found it behind the oil painting in this room."
Mo Yi took the note, and saw a line of poetry written in familiar cursive handwriting:
"Like catching a quivering bird, I plucked the bright red heart out of his breast, and then, to feed my pet, I threw it on the ground with contempt."
Yes, red.
Mo Yi's eyes sank slightly, and he stepped outside the room - other players also got up one after another, gathering in twos and threes in the lobby and corridors, he looked around the crowd that had gradually calmed down, and asked: " Have you all looked for it under the oil painting in your room after you went back?"
The other players nodded one after another, pale and frightened, and then surrounded like a tide, each holding a crumpled, dusty note in their hands.
Mo Yi looked at them one by one—just as he thought, the verses on each note symbolized a color.
However, the most puzzling thing is... not just red and white, but black.
But two black players died yesterday.
Unless, this dungeon is not completely dead according to one color a day, or... will these blacks be used for other purposes besides filling that portrait
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his quiet black eyes were closed under his long eyelashes, he thought for a few seconds, then raised his head and said to everyone:
"follow me."
After finishing speaking, he walked straight to the side hall where he came from before, and the players who didn't know why looked at each other in blank dismay, so they had to follow quickly.
When passing through the dark and dark corridor, Mo Yi heard the whispers of people talking behind him.
"... Have you ever been to this place?" "No, how about you?" "I didn't even notice this corridor here" "It's strange, me too, obviously the location of this place is not remote..."
Mo Yi understood, it seemed that this room could not be found casually, if he hadn't followed the sound of the piano to find this side hall, he would probably turn a blind eye to this extra room like everyone else.
At this moment, he had already reached the end of the room. He didn't lock the door again when he left the side hall, so Mo Yi just pushed the door open, and the cold breath spread instantly with his movements. When it opened, it was so cold that people couldn't help shivering.
As soon as Mo Yi walked into the room, he paused slightly, and looked straight at the end of the room.
The oil painting hung quietly on the wall. The huge white cloth covered the entire oil painting, and the drooping folds were carved with deep shadows, but Mo Yi remembered that he didn't cover the white cloth back before he left.
He took a deep breath, walked over slowly, and then stretched out his hand to pull the white cloth off.
With a bang, the white cloth was completely torn off following Mo Yi's movements, revealing the picture underneath.
Just now, only the woman with black hair and dyed eyes stayed quietly in the frame. Her beautifully contoured lips were bright and rosy, as bright as if she had drunk blood. Rejuvenated as if re-dyed, a pair of black hole-like eyes stared at everyone standing in front of the painting as if they were burning with will-o’-the-wisps.
The players standing in the room were silent, staring at the oil painting as if they were forced by some kind of force and couldn't look away, like moths seeing flames in the dark, being overwhelmed by that dangerous and deadly thing grabs all the attention.
Mo Yi took a few steps back slowly, and moved his fingers slightly. The white cloth slipped from his fingertips and fell to the ground, slumped into a ball.
He stared at the crowd, briefly stated his guess, then paused, and said solemnly:
"According to the previous rules, the next player to die should be the red player. However, apart from the oil painting as a clue, we don't know exactly how this dungeon killed people, nor in what order, so, I suggest that the implied words on the note are red, and it is best to dispose of the oil paintings in your room."
Some players asked eagerly: "Are you sure? Will this work?"
Mo Yi's eyes stayed on him for a moment, and he replied: "I don't know. What I said just now is just a suggestion. Whether you want to do it or not, and how you want to do it depends on you. After all... the consequences of your actions are borne by you."
In a crisis-ridden dungeon, you never know what choice or decision you make will sound the death knell for yourself, and every move may hide murderous intentions.
No one knows whether it is a blessing or a curse to dispose of the oil paintings in the room. Players whose key words are white and black can still wait, but... red players can’t afford the consequences of inaction, so either take the risk or pray that you don’t It will be the fraction that dies.
Although most players are intimidated, they are not so stupid that they don't know how to choose.
Seeing everyone walking towards the door with a heavy heart, Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and followed with a step, with a serious expression on his face.
To be honest, one of the reasons why he decided to share this information was that he didn't want too many players to die in the first three days, making it impossible to proceed with the subsequent dungeons, and another reason was...he was testing.
You know, the last time he entered the side hall within a few minutes, the butler drove him away.
But this time, he brought all the players into the side hall, and even showed everyone the oil painting, but... from the beginning to the end, the butler did not show up.