There was silence in the room, everyone's eyes were attracted by the butler standing at the door, the cold air was heavy and stagnant, like sticky jelly, which made it hard to breathe, no one spoke, and the silence seemed to be able to hear the room. Like the sound of flowing wind.
The corridor outside the room was dimly lit, and the outline of the butler's face was not very clear. You could only see a pair of black eyes staring at the players in the room emotionlessly on the pale face, which made people feel shuddering.
Mo Yi still remembered the last time he saw him in this room, before he even had time to take off the white cloth covering the oil painting, the butler directly invited him out of the room, and this time, all the players They all gathered in the room, and even tried to destroy the oil painting—now he was very curious about the butler's reaction when he saw the situation in front of him.
I saw the housekeeper's gaze slowly looking around the room, his eyes were deep and dark like two black holes.
His pale facial muscles didn't move at all, and he looked calm as if the mess in front of him had never happened before his eyes. He only heard the butler say in the same cold and gentle voice as before:
"Dear distinguished guests, please go back to your respective rooms and get dressed. The dinner will be held in one and a half hours."
As soon as his voice fell, he only heard the sound of a loud bell from outside the corridor: it is three o'clock in the afternoon.
After finishing speaking, the butler gave a deep salute to the frozen players in the room, then turned around and walked into the corridor. Before the darkness engulfed his thin figure, Mo Yi quickly took a step forward and stopped him:
"and many more."
The butler paused as he left, and turned around slowly, revealing half of his pale face with stiff lines.
Mo Yi frowned slightly, and a pair of deep black eyes stared closely at the figure of the butler, with a faint light shining at the bottom of his eyes: "Arranging your clothes?"
Yesterday's dinner didn't require you to tidy up your attire. Is it different this time from last time
And... If there is a dress code for this dinner party, players will definitely not bring evening gowns into the dungeon, so will this dungeon be prepared for them
The butler replied in the same tone: "Yes, but don't worry, your dresses have already been sent to the room."
— It seems that this dungeon was prepared for them.
Mo Yi didn't stop there, but took a step forward slowly, closing the distance between him and the butler, and continued to ask in a calm and composed tone:
"Since this dinner is so formal, we should be able to meet Mr. De Claus and Mrs. De Claus during the dinner, right?"
The butler turned his pale face straight to him, and his dark eyes looked straight at him through the dimly lit room, and said in a steady voice, "Of course, you are distinguished guests."
Mo Yi stared at the thin figure of the butler in front of him with dark eyes, not letting go of the slight changes in the muscles on his face - but the butler's face was still as calm as a cold stone - at this moment, only Hearing an unfamiliar voice from the other end of the room, it sounded anxious and high-pitched in the quiet room:
"They won't be absent from the dinner again for some reason? Like the previous few times?"
Hearing the sound, Mo Yi turned his sideways slightly, and glanced in the direction of the sound from the corner of his eye: the person who spoke just now was a familiar face, and it was the senior player who showed him the way in the hall before. He was also a little anxious from the pressure of this dungeon, his face was pale and stiff.
The butler also turned his head, looked in the direction of the voice, and then replied in the same tone as usual:
"As a servant, I should not talk about my master's private affairs. I'm very sorry."
It was the same tactful evasion and circles again, it could be regarded as the oil, salt and water, knowing that there was no way to extract more information from him, everyone couldn't help but fell silent for a moment, and the dimly lit room returned to silence again .
The butler bowed deeply to the players in the room again, then turned around and walked into the deep corridor. The thick shadows engulfed his thin figure and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Zhao Nan, who was interrupted by the butler's appearance just now, couldn't say anything more at the moment, but cast a malicious glance at Mo Yi covertly, then turned around and walked towards the corridor outside the room.
The others looked at each other in dismay, followed suit one after another, and each walked in the direction of their own room.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen were the only two left in the silent side hall soon. The fluctuations in the cold air seemed to have finally quieted down. Fine dust floated quietly in front of the beam of the flashlight. Low-pitched conversation and scrambling footsteps.
Mo Yi turned around and looked at the wall on one side of the room, and saw that the oil painting was quietly shrouded in darkness. In the shadows, only the two bright colors on the dim canvas, and the bright colors on the face of the portrait could be seen. A pair of pitch-black eyes silently stared at Mo Yi who was standing not far away, and her bright red lips were as dazzling as if she had drunk blood.
But no matter what, the woman in the painting is still beautiful—different from the silence and haze before, but a ghostly and strange beauty, which is like a sharp knife that penetrates directly into the heart of the viewer, as deep as blood. The beauty of horror and morbidity.
Almost as if she was alive.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, cast a last glance at the oil painting, then turned around and walked out with Wen Chen.
As soon as he walked out of the room, he felt a depressing and cold wind blowing, the door of the room was closed with a "bang", the loud sound startled Mo Yi, and he turned to look behind him.
Immediately afterwards, he heard the smooth sound of the piano coming through the closed door. The gloomy and heavy music sounded particularly eerie in the long and quiet corridor.
Mo Yi froze for a moment, staring at the closed door in front of him, stretched out his hand and tried to push it.
The door was tightly closed, as if it had been welded to death.
Mo Yi approached like a ghost, slowly pressed his face to the cold and hard door, and looked in through the crack of the door.
The narrow and limited field of vision has only a thin narrow slit. The dim light in the side hall and the layered furniture covered with white cloth block his sight. Mo Yi reluctantly changed the angle under the limited conditions. The piano Finally appeared within sight.
The piano sound stopped abruptly.
The black piano surface reflected a slight cold light in the darkness.
The white cloth covering it was gone, and there was no one in front of the piano.
Mo Yi took a few steps back slowly, staring thoughtfully at the tightly closed door in front of him—he remembered that when he was in the room behind the secret door in the side hall just now, that vague figure himself only used The naked eye can't see at all... unless, well, it's through a mirror.
He let out a breath slowly, took a deep look at the quiet side hall, then turned his head and said to Wen Chen, "Let's go."
They walked out along the corridor together, the hall and the stairs were already empty, and it was obvious that other players had rushed to their rooms.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked up the stairs, walked through the quiet corridor, and walked towards their own room.
He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the room, and looked subconsciously at the oil painting behind the door—on it, two colors of black and red intertwined into an irregular abstract pattern, twisted into a huge circle in a black and gold frame , extending deeply inward and inward like a circular channel, almost able to suck in people's sight and consciousness together.
For some reason, Mo Yi always felt... It seemed to have changed something since the last time he saw it.
He frowned subconsciously, but his scattered thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Wen Chen closing the door.
Mo Yi was startled, recalled his purpose of returning to the room, turned around and pushed away the small cubicle and the bathroom in it, rummaging for something in a hurry, after a while of jingling bells, After the sound passed, Mo Yi finally stopped his search and leaned against the wall slowly, staring thoughtfully at the messy room that had been turned over.
There are no mirrors in the room.
He began to carefully recall every scene after he entered the dungeon, searching frame by frame like a slow-moving movie, looking for mirrors in any room he had seen.
After a few minutes, Mo Yi was finally convinced: in this dungeon, the only time he saw the mirror was in the room leading to the secret door in the side hall. Although he did not confirm it in the room where other players lived, Mo Yi would not be surprised if there was no mirror in the room of other players.
He took a slow, deep breath, then turned and walked out of the bathroom.
As soon as he went out, Mo Yi saw Wen Chen standing beside the bed not far away, looking down at something.
Mo Yi stepped closer, stopped beside Wen Chen, and followed his gaze towards the bed.
I saw a set of custom-made evening gowns laid flat on the bed sheets without a single wrinkle. The well-cut shoulders and waistlines were smooth and delicate, and the deep black and flat taffeta shone slightly in the light. Light, the Victorian cuffs and neckline are embroidered with gorgeous dark patterns, which looks low-key and calm.
Mo Yi simply reached out and looked through it—there was indeed a complete set, whether it was shirts, vests, bow ties, or even some luxurious and simple trinkets, all arranged without any flaws, just like Victorian furniture. Now it's the same bed.
Apparently this is what the housekeeper meant by "dressing up".
Mo Yi turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and saw that he was staring at him with bright eyes. Although there was still no expression on his face with deep features, but for some reason, he could see the faint expectation in the other's eyes.
He picked up the bow tie with his fingertips and looked at Wen Chen, and asked suspiciously, "Do you want to wear it?"
Wen Chen shook his head.
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, then reacted instantly, raised his eyebrows: "You... want to see me wear it?"
Wen Chen didn't shake his head or nod, the muscles on both sides of his cheeks tightened slightly, the flashing light in his light-colored eyes and his slightly quickened breathing revealed his emotions.
Mo Yi sighed helplessly.
— Forget it, anyway, I have to wear it for the dinner tonight.