Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, turned his head and exchanged a glance with Wen Chen, then stood up and walked towards the door.
Sure enough, this time the doorknob could be moved again—
With a creaking sound, the door opened inward with his pulling force, and the gap gradually widened. Mo Yi felt a cold wind blowing from outside the door, like the last breath of a dying person, blowing slowly. Passing his bare neck, he shivered involuntarily.
- Outside the door is a corridor.
The dark red soft carpet is dyed with a light yellow light by the exquisite wall lamps in the corridor, surrounded by high baroque ceilings and walls, and a tray with a brand new Dresses, but other than that, everything looked very familiar.
This is... back to normal
Mo Yi frowned suspiciously, stepped over the tray on the ground and walked out.
It was only when he stood in the corridor that something was wrong. He saw that the corridor that was supposed to extend far away was engulfed in thick darkness. There was no way forward and backward. The corridor in front of him seemed to be suspended in a barren void. As if in the middle of the sky, only the cold and silent wind is slowly sent from the void.
Mo Yi's eyes darkened slightly, he stared deeply at the darkness in front of him, and then withdrew his gaze.
It seems that waiting until six o'clock tonight is the only way.
He bent down to pick up the tray on the ground, turned around and walked into his room.
The door slowly covered that section of the corridor again, and it closed behind Mo Yi with a click.
Mo Yi picked up the dress on the tray and looked at it: its flowing fabric was as pure black as the night, without the slightest variegation in it, and there were no unnecessary decorations or patterns on the whole dress, even in his eyes They all looked a little plain, not to mention compared with the dresses provided for the ball last night—Mo Yi stroked the soft fabric of the clothes with his fingers, and gently scratched the finely cut seams of the clothes—but the workmanship and fabrics were still the same. Same luxury and upscale.
He casually threw the dress on the bed, then folded his arms and lowered his head to look at it, feeling a little dazed.
If the wedding is to be held at six o'clock tonight, it stands to reason that black, white and red should be all gathered... In this case, the only remaining white should have been completed. It may be that the copy is separated from the player today. When you come, kill the player with the oil painting that refers to white in the room, but there is another possibility...
You know, last night in the ballroom, the player turned into a marble statue and died.
Whenever the player is killed according to the color, the player's body will turn into the corresponding color, for example, a corpse that looks like a charred body after being burned by a fire, or a corpse that seems to be bleeding profusely under the skin and overflowing with sticky blood, then... White refers to Will it be the pale white after the player turns into a marble statue
If that's the case, then last night's petrification in the ballroom was selective...
Mo Yi still remembered that there were as many as eight or nine players who did not bring invitations last night, four players died because of losing invitations, and three players were implicated because they did not have a dance partner... Then those who died because of losing invitations Players are not random in the copy, but selective.
He now regrets that he didn't pay close attention to those players who died during the dance last night.
After all, Mo Yi once read all the players' notes and memorized them clearly. If he had paid attention to them, it would be very easy for him to be seated right now, and he would not have to hesitate between these two possibilities now. Not sure.
He stretched out his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, then sat down on the edge of the bed.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi felt cold fingers pressing on his temples, he opened his eyes, and fell backwards.
Sure enough, a cold embrace with a faint pine forest atmosphere caught him.
Wen Chen bent down and touched his brows lightly, then adjusted his posture to make Mo Yi's pillow more comfortable.
Mo Yi raised his eyes and stared at him. From his perspective, he could only see Wen Chen's graceful and beautiful jawline and neck curve. At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and asked:
"By the way, do you know why when the first player was petrified last night, the other players who didn't dance were not petrified? After all, the music was already playing."
Wen Chen lowered his head slightly—his lips came into Mo Yi’s line of sight—just as he was about to answer, Mo Yi interrupted him: “This question probably has little to do with the whole copy, I’m actually just curious, if you… "
Wen Chen gave a low laugh, and replied: "It really doesn't have much connection, so it doesn't matter if I reveal it."
Mo Yi stopped talking.
I only heard Chen explain: "These are just two sets of rules, one is to kill a player without an invitation every time a new song starts, the other is to kill a player who doesn't dance when a dance song starts, the first set The rules take effect when the song is changed for the first time, and the second set of rules takes effect after the marble statue is put into a dancing pose. After all, it is slaughter, not survival, to start making the rules take effect without any prompting.”
Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully, then sat up straight on the bed next to him, and the soft hair brushed Wen Chen's chin. Said softly:
"That's right." It was not too different from the guess in his mind.
Mo Yi glanced down at the watch on his wrist—less than an hour had passed now.
He took a deep breath a little irritably, and asked, "So... are we really going to be locked up in this room until six o'clock in the afternoon?"
Wen Chen reached out and gently touched his chin, and replied in a low voice:
"Unfortunately... yes."