The bell stopped, only the deep lingering sound echoed in the empty house, and there was a dead silence in the dark side hall.
Everyone was silently facing each other, the atmosphere was tense and deadlocked, the air as cold as a cellar was like a bowstring stretched to the extreme, making one subconsciously hold their breath.
At this moment, the sound of shoe soles rubbing against the smooth ground broke the silence—Mo Yi followed the sound, and saw Li Wangzheng squeezed stiffly from the end of the crowd to the front, his face was not very clear under the dim light, He stared at the portrait behind Mo Yi, his voice was high-pitched and harsh due to being too nervous, and he said incoherently:
"Anyway, this painting is responsible for everything, isn't it—"
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and he couldn't help feeling an ominous premonition—he remembered that the color implied by Li Wang's note was also white...
And the next victim will most likely be spawned in white.
Li Wang spoke faster and faster, and became more and more excited, so that he had to stop and take a deep breath before continuing.
I saw him walking back and forth a few steps in the open space in a somewhat irritable manner, nervously scratching his fingers, and then, as if erupting, he yelled vigorously:
"Anyway, I'm not going to sit around, wait, wait to get fucked to death for no apparent reason—"
He walked a few steps closer, staring at the strangely faded oil painting with some paranoia, his eyeballs were covered with a layer of bright red bloodshot eyes, and his pupils dilated physiologically due to fear, making him look particularly unstable.
Li Wang turned his head to look at the crowd, his voice raised uncontrollably: "Anyway, it's all the fault of this painting! Why don't we destroy this painting!"
Mo Yi frowned when he heard Li Wang's thoughtless proposal.
They still haven't figured out the rules of this dungeon at all, and they don't know what immeasurable results will happen if they start with this painting. It's really unwise to directly start with this thing that is a key clue in the dungeon. .
He said lightly, "Don't get excited."
Hearing this, Li Wang looked at him, his face flushed red because of his emotions—but he still seemed to remember the suffering he suffered at Mo Yi's place last night, so he avoided his sight with a little shyness, and then said forcefully:
"I'm not thrilled... other people think so too! All the problems are with this painting—"
From the corner of his eyes, Mo Yi saw a trace of secret malice flashing across Zhao Nan's face, and he couldn't help being slightly taken aback. The next second, he heard Zhao Nan's voice in the empty room: "I think you are right. .”
When Li Wang heard that there was support, he couldn't restrain himself from being arrogant, and his original guilty conscience disappeared from his face.
Zhao Nan added in a gloomy voice: "Anyway, the oil painting in our own room can't be disposed of now, so why not try to see if this oil painting can be destroyed."
The rest of the players also nodded in agreement. Mo Yi scanned around indiscriminately, and found that most of the nodding players were the players who got the white note.
He shrugged calmly and said lightly:
"OK then."
Zhao Nan was taken aback, and looked at Mo Yi in surprise, apparently he did not expect him to be so easily persuaded.
The corners of his brows and eyes were dyed with an undetectable joy, and he turned his head to instruct other players to go to the outside room to find something that could cut the canvas. The picture was taken down from the wall.
Mo Yi took a few steps back, stood aside with arms crossed, and watched them go up and down indifferently.
Standing beside him, Wen Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, his light-colored eyes had a cold light that couldn't be ignored, and asked softly, "Don't you need me to do something?"
Mo Yi shook his head, his dark eyes shimmered in the darkness, and his voice was indifferent: "It's not necessary."
Although Zhao Nan and Li Wang are the only ones making trouble at the moment, they are definitely not the only ones who have such a mentality.
Those who agree with Zhao Nan and Li Wang are all desperate players. They know that they are likely to be the next victim. They are like people who are blindfolded and driven towards the cliff, at a loss and panic, not knowing how to hang up. When will the sword of Damocles overhead fall. This kind of emotion is depressive, unstable, restless, and even more dangerous. And in order to maintain the number of players in the remaining days of this instance, it is not wise to fight the crowd now.
Instead of suppressing, it is better to vent.
In addition, Mo Yi had seen what would happen if the oil painting in the room was destroyed before, so Mo Yi was skeptical about whether they could really destroy the oil painting so easily.
Even if the worst happens—the oil painting is destroyed, and the boss in the dungeon is enraged, Mo Yi still has the confidence to escape unscathed.
Mo Yi stared coldly at the busy people, with undisguised indifference in his eyes.
At this moment, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something in his peripheral vision—something seemed to be moving in the darkness in the corner.
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, and looked intently, he only caught the blurry shadow disappearing in the shadows, and only brought up a little fluctuation in the cold and dark air, which almost disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, almost making Mo Yi Yi thought it was just his eyes dazzled just now.
He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, and finally turned his head to look at the bustling crowd—Zhao Nan and the other two players had already removed the entire oil painting from the wall and laid it on the ground, and the other players were trying to get it The canvas was removed from the heavy black frame, and no one noticed their unusual movement here.
Mo Yi turned around and walked towards the direction where the shadow in the room disappeared, followed by Wen Chen.
In this way, the two quietly disappeared from the attention of the crowd.
Mo Yi barely moved forward in the blurred light, and the furniture covered with white cloth stood in front of him high and low, turning the road in front of him into a chaotic and distorted labyrinth, but he also successfully concealed the figures of the two of them. No trace.
The side hall was much bigger than Mo Yi imagined.
He walked through the irregular and narrow gaps between the furniture with some difficulty. The end of his nose was the smell of raised dust. The further he went, the lower the temperature, and it was as chilly as a cellar.
Finally, Mo Yi came to the end, and he turned his head to look - now he could not see the other players at all, and could only vaguely hear their voices.
He took out the flashlight that he always carried with him, and searched carefully at the end of the room.
The part in front of me is no different from the other exposed corners of the side hall. The floor is covered with soft and thick carpets. At the corner where the three walls meet, there is a marble bust lifting the ceiling with smooth muscular arms. The upper part is hollowed out and carved with rich decorations.
There is a fine-textured blanket hanging on the wall. Although the color looks a little distorted under the light of the flashlight, it can still be seen that it was brilliant and rich when it was not dusty.
Mo Yi scratched the surface of the blanket with his fingers, and the dust danced under the light with his movements—
He stopped slowly, his brow furrowed, his fingers carefully groping for the irregular bump under the blanket.
Mo Yi grabbed one side of the blanket, and then vigorously lifted the blanket hanging on the wall.
More dust was kicked up, jumping in the dark space like a carnival, and Mo Yi coughed a few times in a low voice.
He waved away the dust in front of his eyes, only to see a tightly closed door suddenly appeared on the blanket-covered wall, the outline of the edge blended with the texture of the wall subtly, even if you didn't look carefully Difficult to detect.
Mo Yi tentatively pushed the door panel in front of him lightly with his fingertips, only to hear a rough rubbing sound in the silence, the door in front of him slowly opened a small crack, sending people through the dark crack. Here came the cold, dry air.
The familiar, cold and sweet aroma escaped from the crack of the door like a substance, making Mo Yi hold his breath slightly.
With a little force, he pushed the door in front of him to a path that could only accommodate one person, and then he couldn't move as if it was stuck.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen exchanged glances, and then walked into the room first.
However, just as he stepped into the darkness, he only heard a bang from behind.
The door was shut tightly.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows not very unexpectedly, then turned his head towards the closed door in the darkness behind him, and tentatively called Wen Chen's name a few times—no one answered, as if there was a different distance between them. A thin door panel, but an entire dimension.
But ordinary doors can't keep Wen Chen behind.
Mo Yi accepted the reality without obstacles. He took a deep breath, clenched the cold flashlight in his hand, and then walked slowly along the dark and narrow corridor in front of him.
At the end of the corridor was another door.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand and pushed, and the door was pushed open without any hindrance. The cold and sweet fragrance seemed to be a little stronger, and a bright room was revealed in front of his eyes.
This is very clearly a lady's boudoir—an exquisite dressing table, lush sheer curtains, a tall and heavy wardrobe, and a soft and luxurious feather bed in the center of the room.
And at the other end of the room, there was a closed door, which looked almost exactly the same as the one Mo Yi had just opened.
Mo Yi walked slowly into the room and stopped in front of the dressing table.
There were messy letters piled up on the dressing table, and he flipped through them casually with his head down—the dark pattern printed on the letter paper was obviously the family crest of the Claus family—the chest of the outstretched eagle was entwined with lily vines A long sword with a capital K with silver stripes in the middle.
Mo Yi frowned—no matter how you look at it, this gorgeous symbol can't be distorted into the vague circular pattern he saw elsewhere, so... since this is the family crest of the Claus family, the circle What are the shapes and patterns? Why does it appear in so many key places
He put down the letter paper in his hand with a frown, and was about to look for other clues when he paused slightly.
Mo Yi saw through the blurry vanity mirror in front of his eyes, a second blurry shadow appeared behind his figure.