Mo Yi frowned slowly, and he grabbed the doorknob even harder and shook it back a few times—it was still as tight as steel pouring, as if the door panel and the wall in front of him had grown together completely. Yes, not even the sound of the door lock colliding with the door frame.
He slowly let go of his palms and took a few steps back, his face gradually becoming serious.
Wen Chen's voice came from behind him: "What's wrong?"
Mo Yi stared at the tightly closed door, and replied absent-mindedly: "The door... can't be opened."
At this moment, there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door in front of him.
The sound of knocking sounded without warning not far in front of him, and Mo Yi couldn't help being taken aback. Before he could recover, the more rapid knocking sound sounded again——
"Boom boom boom"!
Mo Yi stabilized his mind, walked forward slowly, put his palm on the doorknob before the next knock on the door, and exerted a little force—
The door handle is movable.
Mo Yi's heart trembled slightly, but his expression still didn't show at all, he waited with bated breath.
The moment the next knock on the door sounded like a shower, he clenched the doorknob in his hand and pressed down hard, and then pulled the door open with lightning speed!
The knocking stopped abruptly.
There was nothing at the door.
Literally, nothing.
The corridor in front of me turned into countless twisted and rotating patterns, dark red, brown, brown and yellow mixed together, as if the corridor was twisted into a strange shape by invisible hands, in the depths of this scene is empty and dead The dense black shadows, like the spreading darkness, make one's scalp tingle, as if something eerie and terrifying is lurking in the depths of the darkness, quietly dormant and waiting.
It looked... just like what Mo Yi saw in the corridor after being selected as the red victim.
Just as Mo Yi was staring intently at the scene in front of him—
A strong force snatched the door panel from Mo Yi's hand, and then slammed it back into the door frame, making a deafening "bang", which buzzed his ears.
There was only dead silence in the room for an instant.
Mo Yi frowned, and gently pinched his numb left hand with his right hand, then slowly stepped forward two steps to the door, and stretched his palm towards the doorknob on the door panel.
It once again turned into the solid solid form before, unable to move at all.
Mo Yi's brows were furrowed tighter due to doubt, he slowly opened the distance between himself and the door, and then turned his head to look at Wen Chen who was standing behind him.
Before the words in his mouth could be uttered, Wen Chen raised his chin slightly towards the room, and looked at the bedside meaningfully.
Mo Yi was taken aback, followed Wen Chen's gaze to look into the room, and saw that on his bedside, that is, on the bedside table where the invitations were placed on the first day, there was a small tray.
And what he was sure of was that it wasn't there when he woke up.
Mo Yi walked over quickly, and saw a few small dishes on the tray, and he lifted the lid—food.
— It seems that at least this copy will not let them starve to death.
Mo Yi thought with self-mockery in his heart, and then skillfully took those small dishes out of the tray, then picked up the tray and looked carefully to search for possible clues.
There seems to be nothing on the whole plate except the food provided by the dungeon to the players.
and…
Mo Yi's gaze stayed on the silver tray for a moment, and then he looked away with some regret—and the entire tray was made of a material close to the matte surface, so it couldn't be used as a mirror at all.
He sighed silently, and thought comfortingly in his heart: Anyway... even if it can reflect things, it cannot be used. After all, such things sent into the player's room cannot be kept privately, and will be copied directly after the player uses them. Recycling, like the trays of dishes that were delivered a few days ago.
Mo Yi frowned and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the tray on the bedside and fell into deep thought.
At this moment, he seemed to think of something, stood up suddenly, fumbled in his pocket, and took out the folded invitation card.
I saw that the previous string of text had changed at some point, and the above content became——
"Mr. Mo Yi respectfully:
Mr. and Mrs. de Claus cordially invite you to attend their wedding at six o'clock tonight. "
Mo Yi stared intently at the words on the invitation card in front of him, his eyes paused on "six o'clock" for a few seconds, and then he stretched out his hand and turned the invitation card to the back: there was still the vague round wheel-shaped dark pattern on it, under the light There is a slight luster in the flickering, although the specific outline on it is still unclear, but it seems to be much clearer than when Mo Yi saw it before.
He frowned and carefully identified it for a while, then walked quickly towards the door of the house, and looked at the picture that had become unrecognizable. Rotating inside the frame, it looks like a huge eye staring at Mo Yi standing outside the painting.
He lifted the invitation card in his hand and placed it next to the picture frame for comparison, carefully comparing the slight changes in the outline texture and changes in details.
Finally, Mo Yi was convinced—the outline on the long picture was exactly the same as the one on the invitation.
In this case, the patterns of the skirts worn by those corpses should be the same as before.
Mo Yi folded the invitation and put it back into his pocket, then stood in front of the painting with his arms folded, tilted his head and looked at it carefully, trying to figure out the connotation of this too abstract picture, but Still nothing.
Maybe... now it's still not finished
Mo Yi frowned, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was reasonable. The picture on the invitation gradually became clearer, and the picture on the wall seemed to be changing gradually. Every time Mo Yi saw It will find that it is not quite the same as last time.
He took a step back slowly, opening a little distance from the painting, trying to look at the oil painting from a distance.
But at this moment, Mo Yi felt something hit his back. He turned his head and looked behind him, only to see Wen Chen standing behind him, with a pair of light-colored eyes under the deep-lined browbones It seems to be staring at him very deeply, sharp and bright in the backlight, as if it contains a thousand words.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows in doubt, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Chen pursed his lips, his eyes drifted a little, his face was still calm and indifferent, he said in a low voice:
"You've been wandering around the room for an hour."
Mo Yi was stunned, and looked down at his watch: It seems... it is indeed the case, it seems that he has been immersed in his own thoughts for too long this time.
Wen Chen stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder, the expression in his eyes was extremely serious:
"And didn't eat."
Mo Yi was slightly taken aback, at this moment, as if in response to what Wen Chen said, his stomach suddenly growled, and it was only at this moment that Mo Yi realized the emptiness and emptiness rising up in his stomach. With a slight colic, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to hold his stomach, nodded with a slightly distorted facial expression, and then said with some difficulty:
"… you're right."
He turned around and walked towards the dishes on the bedside table, hastily stuffing the cold food into his stomach.
Wen Chen froze for a moment, stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand to hold down Mo Yi's movements.
But it was too late... After barely suppressing the hunger in the stomach, a new discomfort rose from the stomach—it seemed that the cold food was stuffed too fast in the empty stomach just now, and the cold and hard food was stuck in the stomach. Frustrated into a ball and fell down.
Mo Yi's brow furrowed regretfully for a moment, and then he let it go without a trace.
He stood up as if nothing had happened, smiled and said, "I'm full."
After finishing speaking, he was about to walk towards the oil painting hanging at the door, but just halfway through, Wen Chen grabbed his wrist.
Wen Chen sighed softly, pulled Mo Yi to the side of the bed and sat down, then covered his stomach with his palm, and massaged him gently and skillfully.
The freezing temperature seeped in through the thin clothes, but Mo Yi quickly felt the relief of the pain.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Wen Chen. He opened his mouth to ask something, but in the next second, his mouth changed into other words: "...Thank you very much."
Wen Chen frowned slightly, and stared at him with a serious face, his deep-lined face was a little cold:
"Knowing that my stomach is not good, I still do this, and I can't stop it..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Yi couldn't help showing a shallow smile, and his cold voice was also tainted with a little smile: "You sound like an old lady."
The sense of familiarity brought by these words instantly struck the two of them, making them both involuntarily startled slightly, the smile on the corners of their lips subconsciously subconsciously restrained, and they froze deeply for each other.
Wen Chen's brows and eyes softened for a moment, then he took out a candy out of nowhere and stuffed it into Mo Yi's mouth as if by magic, then leaned forward and licked his candy-sweet lips, bringing She said softly with a smile: "If it still hurts... Do you want to see the rabbit?"
Mo Yi's brows twitched, and the unpleasant experience of watching the rabbit before flashed back into his mind very vividly, and he slowly showed a smiley expression:
"No, thank you."
At this moment, there was a familiar knock on the door again, which was particularly sharp and harsh in the dead silent room—
"Boom boom boom"!