The food served on exquisite plates was delivered to the table like flowing water, the melodious music was quietly flowing in the rich air, and the crisp clinking of cups and plates rang out during the banquet.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes and took a sip of the amber liquid in the glass, and looked around the room without any trace.
I saw the butler's thin figure standing in the shadow near the door, a pale face hidden in the darkness, it was almost difficult to find his existence if one didn't look carefully.
And all the players around the table seemed a little absent-minded. Although the color and aroma of the food on the porcelain plate were extremely attractive, maybe too many things happened today, so most of the players didn't seem to have a lot of appetite. Cut the food on the plate with the knife and fork in his hand, and then put the cut into small pieces into his mouth.
Mo Yi withdrew his gaze, glanced across the door of the room inadvertently, and couldn't help but pause slightly.
The shadow near the door was shrouded in a thick darkness, but it could still be seen that there was no one there.
He froze for a moment, blinked slowly, and couldn't believe his eyes for a while.
Obviously... the housekeeper was still here just now.
Mo Yi instantly recalled the butler who disappeared during dinner last night—although he was not at the dinner at the time, seeing the butler close the door of the banquet hall at the door was the last time he saw him that night.
He pressed the cold rim of the glass to his lips thoughtfully, but did not drink it.
Although Mo Yi is really curious about where the butler went and what he did during his disappearance, but in the current situation, he wants to know what he can do with this time...
Mo Yi put down the glass in his hand, stretched out his hand to find the male servant standing aside, and asked softly:
"Is there any whiskey?"
The male servant nodded respectfully, turned around and left less than half a minute later, he came back with whiskey. Mo Yi raised his hand to pick it up, but his elbow accidentally touched the silver table knife to the ground, and it slapped on the carpeted floor. With a muffled sound, the manservant bent down to pick it up, but was stopped by Mo Yi, who calmly replied: "I'll do it, you go and get another pair."
The servant stared at Mo Yi with his dark eyes for a while, then turned around and went to the locked glass cabinet in the corner of the room to fetch a clean pair of knives and forks, and skillfully changed them for Mo Yi.
And Mo Yi picked up the dirty knife and handed it to him.
The waiter's eyes slowly turned around on the table, and he didn't seem to find anything unusual, so he politely took the dirty knife and fork from Mo Yi's hand, bowed respectfully, and then stepped back to the table just now. Standing and waiting quietly.
Mo Yi was turning around, and calmly brought the whiskey at hand to his lips and took a sip, subconsciously frowning slightly between his brows, then wiped his mouth with a napkin, and spit out the wine in his mouth calmly.
He put the glass in his hand back to its original position, and then pushed the glass away slightly with his fingertips.
And Wen Chen naturally reached out to bring the glass of whiskey in front of him, and pushed the fruit wine belonging to Mo Yi over.
Mo Yi asked in a very soft voice: "...have you got it?"
Wen Chen nodded lightly, a cold touch touched the back of Mo Yi's hand that naturally fell to his side, and he raised his hand to take it—it was a silver table knife with a blade wrapped in a thin napkin.
Mo Yi took the table knife calmly, and hid it in his sleeve against his arm. The shirt tightly attached to the skin wrapped it firmly, and the complicated decoration on the cuff of the Victorian dress wrapped it tightly. The existence of the cover is watertight.
I am afraid that this dungeon will make it difficult for players to take things out of the room so easily. At the same time, Mo Yi asked Wen Chen before. Due to the limitations of the dungeon itself, Wen Chen could not take the initiative to participate too much, and directly took the cabinet with the tableware. Although it is not impossible to open it, it will lead to a certain degree of backlash in the copy—so he played some small tricks, revealing some omissions or bad intentions, so that the waiter can focus all his attention on himself, while Wen Chen could take advantage of the opportunity when the servant opened the door to pick up new tableware and secretly took something away, so that he didn't take the initiative to intrude, but just took advantage of a loophole.
A series of exquisite dishes were delivered to the long table and placed in front of everyone. After everyone ate the main course, the maid immediately brought up the dessert.
Time passed by like flowing water, but so far, the progress of this dinner party is not much different from before.
Mo Yi frowned secretly, raised his eyes and looked around the room hastily—the housekeeper still hasn't come back, everything seems to be peaceful and peaceful.
The other players were obviously a little impatient, and the atmosphere began to become a little restless.
Li Wang, who was sitting on the other side away from Mo Yi, had the most obvious expression on his face. He stretched out his hand and tugged on his tightly tied bow tie a little irritably, and then called a servant, enough for everyone else to listen. The volume that arrived asked: "So what are you going to do tonight? You have to make us appear in such uncomfortable clothes—"
The servant's face was stiff and pale, but his tone sounded gentle and polite: "There is a dance tonight, sir."
prom…
Mo Yi was stunned for a second before he realized that someone had asked his question. The manservant looked at the player who made the sound and said in the same respectful tone: "Yes, from tonight At the beginning, Mr. and Mrs. de Claus will hold a grand ball for their newlyweds for three consecutive days, and they will lead you there after dinner."
Everyone looked at each other, each saw the same blankness on each other's faces, everyone lowered their heads and ate the food on the plate without a taste, and after ten minutes, there was a vague sound coming through the thick walls and the closed door. the bell.
The bell struck a full eight times, and Mo Yi glanced down at his watch—it was exactly eight o'clock in the evening.
The male servant who explained just now stepped forward and led the people who had already finished their dinner for a long time to the depths of the room.
In the depths of the room, there is a tall brass-colored door with exquisite reliefs, which cannot be seen clearly under the dim light. The manservant stretched out his hand to push the door open, and Mo Yi stared at the door through his shoulder. Look inside.
The walls and ceiling are in a deep dark red tone. The bright red carpet on the floor looks like velvet under the light. The whole room seems to be soaked in blood, as if everything is blood red. The spacious room There is not a single window inside, and the low ceiling makes the whole room look oppressive and closed, making you breathless.
There are several snow-white marble statues scattered in the room, standing in the corners in different shapes, and even their pale bodies are reflected with a faint red.
The whole room looked eerily eerie - but otherwise, it had all the leisure and luxuries an upper-class dance salon could ask for, from wine to fine dining.
The manservant stood at the door, bent deeply, and made a gesture of please, but the players hesitated a little, seeing the strange atmosphere in the room, they were afraid to step forward for a while.
The player didn't move, and neither did the manservant. The two sides seemed to be in a stalemate like static sculptures. The atmosphere was tense and dead silent.
Finally, Zhao Nan gritted his teeth, and with a cruel heart, he took the lead and walked in, and the other players followed him into the room.
When the last player entered the room, the brass-colored door closed slowly, and the melodious music sounded as if it had been sensed, but Mo Yi looked around the room but could not find the music people, but the music sounded so clearly in the ear, as if it was played in the room.
The players stood quietly in the room, looking at each other in bewilderment.
One player asked in a low voice: "... now what?"
Zhao Nan was very obvious and uncertain, he took a deep breath, pretending to be relaxed and replied: "Let's take a step and see."
Suddenly, at this moment, Mo Yi seemed to have noticed something, he stepped into the room, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the marble statue closest to him.
The stone statues in front of me are different from those outside the door. Their muscle texture is not prominent or fit, their faces are not deep, and their movements are not as artistic and dynamic as the other marble statues in the house. And... I don’t know Why, Mo Yi always felt that the marble statue in front of him looked familiar.
At this moment, he suddenly froze for a moment, then turned his head and silently counted the number of marble statues in the room:
One, two, three, four... a total of four stone statues.
And a total of four players died in these two days—could this be a coincidence
While he was observing, suddenly, there was a scream from behind, and an unusual commotion sounded in the crowd.
Mo Yi was startled, and turned his head to look behind him, only to see a player standing closest to the door screaming in panic, but his limbs could not move an inch, and he could only see the blue veins on his neck due to the strain. But raised, his face flushed, his eyeballs spit out, and he shouted in despair: "Help me! Help me!! I can't move!!"
The paleness visible to the naked eye began to spread from the soles of his feet, and the sound of crackling sounded in the suddenly quiet room. From the calf, the thigh, the waist, to the chest, everything became hard and pale, and one couldn't help feeling shudder.
But in just a few minutes, a living player in front of him turned into a marble statue.
Everyone was dumbfounded, silent like a cicada.
Mo Yi frowned in thought, walked forward quickly, tentatively tapped on the shoulder of the player who had turned into a marble statue.
There was a bang bang sound.
Zhao Nan's half-shocked and half-angry voice came from behind him: "...what the hell are you doing? Did you—"
Mo Yi frowned impatiently, and said coldly, "Shut up."
The two short and powerful words carried an irresistible sense of oppression, which made Zhao Nan involuntarily shut down.
Mo Yi listened attentively to the music next to his ears - a tune was changed, and it seemed that the change started when the player started to petrify.
He turned around with his lips tightly pursed, and just when he raised his eyes, his gaze couldn't help but pause slightly.
I saw the four marble statues of different shapes just now, but at some point they changed their postures at the same time—they stood stiffly on the spot, facing the crowd with their pale and colorless hard faces, their pale eyeballs and eyeballs stared at them coldly. Looking at the crowd, it looked strange and terrifying.