The eyes of everyone in the room were preoccupied, and there was deep vigilance and panic hidden in the eyes. The players stood stiffly in place, and the room fell into dead silence for a while.
At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to realize something, he quickly scanned the players in the room, and then was slightly taken aback.
Wait... that's not right.
Mo Yi's face slowly became serious, he narrowed his eyes and looked at all the players standing in the room again, silently counting the number of people in his heart - now there are only fifteen players standing in the hall.
There are 23 players in this dungeon including him, four of them died in the past two days, and three of them turned into marble statues in the ballroom, so there should be 16 players left in the hall.
So where did the player who went less go
Mo Yi's brows were tightly furrowed, and his gaze slowly slid across the faces of the players standing in the hall—they all seemed to be looking at each other vigilantly, and no one noticed that there was one person missing in the room at some point.
The dance partners of the players who forgot to bring their invitations have silently moved away from those pale-faced players at this moment, and then began to look for other dance partners again, and those players with sweaty faces and pale faces seemed to have fallen into despair. The dark eyes lit up with a ferocious light that is unique to a person in a desperate situation, staring viciously at everyone except himself, and some even stared covetously at the card in Mo Yi's hand that was searched from the dead player. Extra invitations that come out.
The other players were not blind, and they all slowly backed away from them, showing defensive vigilance on their faces.
The air was slowly filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost on the verge of breaking out.
Seeing that things were about to turn into an irreversible situation, Mo Yi couldn't help but frowned slightly—the number of players has decreased too much now, and now he can't let it go any longer.
He took a step forward slowly, and said, "Everyone calm down first."
Mo Yi's voice was not loud, but it was particularly abrupt in the dead hall, and immediately attracted everyone's attention to him. Mo Yi's face was calm, and he slowly moved the redundant invitation card in his hand Unfolded, clean and white fingers gently touched the paper, and said lightly:
"Each invitation has the names of the players. Even if you get someone else's invitation, it won't help."
His enunciation is clear and gentle, and there is silence in the black eyes, making people involuntarily follow his train of thought.
A desperate player retorted sharply: "How do you know! It's not you who will die soon!"
Mo Yi shook his head slowly, and replied: "Didn't you find out? This room didn't drive out all the players who didn't bring invitations, but chose a player to kill each time a new song started. Three songs have been played so far, and now it’s…”
He paused for a moment, then looked down at the watch on his hand: "Nine forty-six."
Mo Yi looked around at the quiet players, and continued: "We entered this room at about eight o'clock. After subtracting the rest time just now, each song is about 20 minutes long, and according to yesterday's housekeeper According to the saying, we need to be back in our respective rooms at eleven o'clock, so the dance must be over before eleven o'clock, which means... "
Before he finished speaking, a senior player on the side took up the conversation thoughtfully: "Then next, if not counting the rest time, there should be two more songs..."
Mo Yi nodded, then turned his head to look at the players whose complexions improved slightly, and said:
"So, you see, it's not lifeless, but—"
He changed the subject, stroked the thin invitation card lightly with his fingers, and said slowly: "In a ball of this level, it is a great offense to use someone else's invitation card, and no one will know that stealing it will hurt you." What kind of consequences or... punishment."
Mo Yi's eyes paused for a moment on those players, then he pinched the edge of the invitation with his fingers and handed it out—
"So, does anyone want to try it?"
No one answered, and no one stepped forward. Even the player who had refuted Mo Yi before was timidly silent. The complexions of those players who were full of despair just now are not as pale and bleeding as they were just now, and their reason seems to be slowly returning. Everyone's eyes flashed a pensive look
Mo Yi looked back in satisfaction, stepped forward and put the invitation card in his hand back into the arms of the player who had turned into a marble statue, then stepped back a few steps, and stood back to his position just now.
At this moment, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of something, he couldn't help but pause slightly, and looked in that direction.
In the center of the vacant ballroom, a figure of a player appeared at some point—his body was standing stiff and straight in the middle of the empty hall, with a bright rose pinned to the chest of his dress, standing in the center of the empty hall. The deep black material looks particularly abrupt.
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked at the other players in the hall and counted silently in his heart——
Sixteen players.
Then the player standing in the middle of the room should be the one who disappeared after entering the ballroom just now.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and carefully observed the man standing abruptly in the middle of the hall, he saw that his complexion and lips were so pale that there was no trace of blood, and there was no expression on his golden paper face. A pair of empty, unfocused eyes stared straight into the distance, as if being haunted by something, it looked very strange.
The voices of other people's conversations gradually faded away, and they all gradually noticed the man who appeared in the hall from who knows when, and they all watched him vigilantly.
Just then, the man moved.
He turned sideways slowly, looked straight at the air around him with his empty eyes, then saluted gracefully and dignifiedly, and slowly extended his right hand to the air.
Everyone quietly watched the bizarre scene in front of them, and there was a strange silence in the air.
The man clasped his palms, as if he wanted to draw the air closer, and then put his arms across the air, making a dancing movement.
The sound of music slowly sounded in the air, and everyone ran towards their partners as if they were just waking up from a dream, and then danced slowly with their own dancers along with the music.
Familiar screams and hisses sounded behind him, but Mo Yi had no intention of turning around to look, but Wen Chen hugged each other and danced on the dance floor, and put all his attention on dancing with the air in the center of the dance floor on the man.
The players cautiously did not dare to approach, leaving an empty space around the man, and the player with a stiff and unnatural expression was embracing the air in front of him, in the blank hall. Dance like no one else in the middle.
Whether it is the forward and backward steps, the pause and rotation of the heels and toes, or the position and arrangement of the arms, it is as if he is hugging a real person in his arms.
Mo Yi looked at him out of the corner of his eye, at this moment, he seemed to think of something—
He pressed his palm on Wen Chen's waist slightly, with his wrist slightly downward, and slowly let the silver table knife hidden in his sleeve slide out with friction and movements, silently. into the palm of your hand.
Taking advantage of the rotation, Mo Yi approached Wen Chen with his upper body, and dexterously borrowed from Wen Chen's back in a hugging posture, forcefully removed the napkin wrapped around the blade, and then stuffed the napkin into his other hand in the sleeve.
He carefully kept his palm at a distance from Wen Chen's waist, and stuck the back of the silver table knife in his palm to prevent being cut—
Wen Chen's deep voice came from next to his ear, and a slightly moist breath spewed on his earlobe:
"Don't worry, you won't get hurt."
Mo Yi was taken aback, and tentatively touched the blade with his fingers—it was hard and round, as if something was covering the blade. He looked down from the corner of his eye and saw that the front of the blade was covered. A dark gray film prevents him from being injured even if he touches the blade.
He hooked his lips and said in a low voice: "Thank you."
Mo Yi and Wen Chen approached the man without a trace, and he carefully pointed the silver blade at the man. ——But the movements and dance steps made it difficult for his palms to stabilize, and the man didn't stay in the same place all the time, which made Mo Yi's intentions extremely difficult.
He could only try to fix his wrist while trying to stop the man's constantly moving figure on the narrow blade of the silver table knife.
The music in the ear was changed—a new victim had appeared, but everyone had obviously gotten used to it, and no one stopped because of it, and no one even changed their faces.
The new music is more soothing, and the dance of the player embracing the air slows down—
Mo Yi finally managed to print the man's swaying figure on his table knife.
The silver surface of the table knife is slightly curved, reflecting a silver light, making everything printed on it slightly deformed and blurred. I saw a pale figure vaguely appearing in the player's stretched out and bent arms.
Mo Yi tightened his fingers calmly, slipped the table knife back into his sleeve, and then half-circled Wen Chen in a natural motion again, moving slowly with the music and him—
The next time passed extremely quickly, and the sound of the music finally stopped slowly. The melodious reverberation floated in the air, and everyone's figures also stopped.
Mo Yi looked towards the center of the hall, and saw that the player's stiff and upright figure seemed to be pulled away by a force exerted on him at the moment the music disappeared, and it was as if the silk threads on the limbs of a marionette were invisible. something snipped.
The man fell limp in an instant, and fell to the floor with a bang.
There was a hoarse and piercing sound when the door opened, and the brass-colored door that had been closed for several hours slowly opened in front of the players' eyes, revealing a faint light that was different from the bright red color in the room.
A familiar pale face appeared at the door—it was the thin and indifferent housekeeper.