The long corridor in front of me is straight and dark, and the front is shrouded in a gloomy darkness, as if leading to an unknown abyss, which makes people feel heavy. The air in the corridor is cold and damp, as if to penetrate the thin body The clothes invaded, penetrated the skin and slowly spread along the blood vessels.
There was a strange smell in the air.
The ripe, sweet and cold smell mixed with the smell of dust and carpet in the corridor, mixed into a dark and cold strange sense of age.
The thin figure of the housekeeper walked unhurriedly in front of him, his figure was clearly outlined by the dizzy wall lamps around him, which gradually brightened and darkened as he walked forward, like a revolving lantern. He flitted past him—his step was steady and noiseless, and seemed to be always walking a few steps away from them, and one couldn't help but feel a kind of unreasonable illusion, as if he was some unreachable phantom or It's like a shadow, walking forever in the long corridor that can't see the edge.
— And this corridor is really long with no end in sight.
It seems that everything else in this house has disappeared, the huge staircase and gorgeous chandeliers, the pale white marble statues with graceful and smooth movements, the huge hall and extravagant decorations—all disappeared like a dream or a bubble. without a trace. The whole world seemed to be left with only this cold and bleak corridor in front of him, leading to the dazed darkness in a dead silence like a cemetery.
Mo Yi already felt tired.
The repetitive and monotonous scenes passed before his eyes with his steps, bringing an unreal sense of illusion to the brain. He walked in this narrow and long corridor, and the oppressive and cold air was like heavy stones The ground pressed against his chest, as if he had walked for a century, but he still hadn't come to an end.
Just when Mo Yi was about to raise his wrist to take a look at his watch, the butler who was walking in front stopped without warning.
The cold and dead darkness seemed to be slowly revealing his true face at this moment, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear——
At the end of the corridor, there stood a brass-colored door.
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously slowed down his pace, standing still not far from the gate.
Is this... the door of the ballroom last night
Mo Yi squinted his eyes, and carefully looked at the huge door with the dim and unclear light in the corridor, as if he was not particularly sure...
It seemed to be different from what Mo Yi saw last night.
I saw complex reliefs carved on the huge gate, cast deep and shallow shadows by the lights in the corridor, printed on the brass-colored gate, which looked extraordinarily weird, and those delicate reliefs could probably be vaguely seen , which appears to be an image of a person.
Before Mo Yi could clearly identify the pattern on it, the butler turned around in front of the brass-colored gate, stared at Mo Yi with those dark eyes, and then slowly stretched out a pale Withered hands, said:
"Please show me your invitation."
Mo Yi reached out and took out the invitation card from his pocket. The butler took the invitation card and opened it, then lowered his head to browse carefully, then raised his head and handed the invitation card back to Mo Yi, with a polite expression on his pale face. With a smile, he bent down slightly sideways, and stretched out his hand to push the door inward——
"Please."
The blinding white light came, and Mo Yi's eyes, which had adapted to the dim light in the corridor, were forced to squint. The stinging corneas were blurred by physiological tears, and he could only see a dazzling white light.
He blinked vigorously, forcing the moist water vapor out of his slightly stinging eye sockets, and the somewhat out-of-focus vision slowly focused again, and the scene in front of him became clear again.
There is a huge hall in front of you, almost endless at a glance, the whole hall is covered in pale color, from the floor to the walls, even to the exquisitely styled tables and chairs are all a dazzling white, snow-white gauze curtains Hanging down in mid-air, the whole room is like onyx. It doesn't look like the color that symbolizes purity in weddings, but more like the indifferent color that is almost dying in the ward.
The whole room looked cold and lifeless, and the cold temperature was blowing slowly through the door with the silent wind.
At this moment, there was a heavy metal knocking sound from behind Mo Yi.
He froze for a moment, then turned his head and looked behind him - he saw that the huge brass-colored door was slowly closing, and the last black gap narrowed into a narrow line, and then it was covered heavily, with a heavy and noisy sound The indescribable voice sounded from behind the brass-colored door panel, and then quickly echoed and spread behind the walls of the entire room.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, wait... wasn't he still standing in the corridor just now
He doesn't remember walking into the hall...
And... what about Wen Chen
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi witnessed with his own eyes that the pale color that covered the entire room climbed up to the door like the rapidly spreading ice and snow in a world of ice and snow. As if something was going on on the silent wall, the paleness took over and quickly swallowed up the dull brassy color.
Where the door used to be, it became the same lifeless white as the rest of the room.
Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, and the cold and dry air slid down the respiratory tract into the lung cavity, bringing a chilly coolness and a slight tingling sensation, gradually calming down his mind.
He subconsciously rubbed his fingers over the slightly rough surface of the invitation in his hand, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
It seems that the judgment of the wedding scene in this dungeon is much stricter than other places in this dungeon. Without an invitation, it is completely impossible to enter, and even Wen Chen can't break through this limit.
very interesting.
Mo Yi's expression remained unchanged, he put the invitation card back into his pocket, adjusted his dark dress, and walked towards the depths of the pale room.
He passed through the white curtain that blocked his sight, and finally had a panoramic view of the entire hall—
Right in front of the hall is the altar, surrounded by blood-red roses, the color as bright as blood blooms in the entire pale and colorless room, it is as dazzling as the blood spreading on the snow-white carpet. The lifeless atmosphere took on a strange and morbid color.
In front of the altar, there is a long snow-white carpet that spreads to the end of the room, and on both sides of the carpet are a large number of guest seats—
There were no empty seats.
All the seats were filled to the brim, all the male guests were wearing dark gowns without the slightest variegation, and the female guests were also wearing long black dresses—they looked like they were attending a party. A funeral, not a wedding.
Mo Yi walked forward slowly, looked at the guest closest to him without any trace, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.
I saw that the faces of those guests were all pale and emotionless, as if they were frozen and permanently maintained an expression, their pale eyelids and pupils were blankly opened, and their stiff limbs were wrapped in black cloth, like a shroud It seems to fix their movements in the same shape—
They turned out to be marble statues.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, then walked forward slowly, and at this moment, his eyes keenly caught something...
The guests sitting at the front of the entire seat moved!
Mo Yi subconsciously slowed down his pace a little, only to see the moving guest in front slowly turn his head... he
He recognized the man's face—it was one of the players.
I saw that person's face looked stiff and expressionless, his facial features showed a combination of fear and uneasiness, his pair of black eyes were moving anxiously, as if he didn't know where to put them, he was running around. Yi Shi paused for a moment, then turned his head back as if fleeing.
Mo Yi walked forward quickly.
Sure enough, the first three rows of the guest seats were full of players, and the seats of those dead players were replaced by marble statues with familiar faces. Mo Yi walked to the only vacant seat and placed the Picking up the pale paper, he saw his own name written on it in dark black handwriting.
Presumably that's how the seats are assigned.
Mo Yi sat down on that seat, and the whole hall sank into a deep silence again. The faces of every player around him were stiff and unnatural. Everyone seemed to be waiting for the death row prisoner who was about to die. When the final moment comes, everyone's eyes hide the fear of the unknown.
The oppressive atmosphere presses down on everyone's heart like stagnant water, and slowly tightens like a dense net, making it difficult for people to breathe, and their hearts are beating like drums, as if every beat of the heartbeat is dying Dancing on the tip of the knife, there is a sharp and suffocating pain without a single jump.
Mo Yi turned his head and glanced at the players around him, counting silently in his heart.
There are no fewer people alive than when they parted last time.
Then it means that those players who died in the ballroom are attributed to the number who died in the metaphor of white oil painting.
Mo Yi withdrew his gaze and looked down at his watch—five minutes to six.
Well, that means the wedding is five minutes away.
The second hand on the dial moves slowly, moving forward one frame at a time without stopping and without stagnation. The inaudible ticks indicate the unstoppable passage of time. Slowly approaching—
Mo Yi felt the person sitting on his left trembling silently. He turned his head and glanced at the player sitting next to him. His pupils were constricted, his face drenched in cold sweat was pale without any snow color, and his fingers were digging nervously. Pulling on his pants, his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
He looked as if he was stretched to the limit.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, as if he was about to say something to comfort him, but before he could speak, he heard the sound of metal clattering behind him in the deep silence, which made all the players present tremble.
Immediately afterwards, the door opened slowly.
Mo Yi followed the voice and turned his head to look, only to see a thick black like ink slowly spreading from the door, slowly spreading on the walls and the ground, dyeing the passing curtains into a deep black. The lifeless pale white was instantly swallowed by black, and it spread towards the altar like a black hole.
With a solemn expression, he looked down at the dial on his wrist—two minutes before six o'clock!
Mo Yi's heart trembled, and his fingers subconsciously tightened, leaving a slight dull pain in his palm.
The wedding should not have started yet!
The speed of the black spread seems to be faster, devouring the white at a fast speed, all the players stood up from their seats, staring at the rapidly spreading black in panic, and turned in the opposite direction recede.
The blood-colored roses were crushed into red flower juice under the chaotic footsteps of the crowd, sticking messily to the pale ground.
Everything in front of me is composed of black, white and red, like a weird and strange picture.
The deep and dense darkness spread more rapidly, like ferocious beasts with teeth and claws rushing towards the irresolute players. Mo Yi's complexion was gloomy, his fingers loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, clutching the simple gun in his hand. Glass ball—he just took the prop out of his backpack when he realized something was wrong.
But he's not sure he wants to use it.
When Mo Yi was in the room before, he had a vague conjecture in his heart, and this conjecture became more and more specific and clear with the passage of time——Mo Yi was not sure whether he should put his own Bet your life on this almost unfounded guess.
Finally, Mo Yi gritted his teeth and tightened his fingers slightly... Then he stuffed the props in his hand back into his backpack.
Now it's just a gamble!
The darkness rushed towards them like a living creature. Mo Yi only felt that all the colors in his field of vision were fading like a tide, and his consciousness slowly fell into the extremely dark and deep ice-cold lake. In a blur, He seemed to hear a familiar voice.
It seems to be whispering, it seems to be crying, it seems to be chanting.
The deep and chaotic voice murmured broken syllables that could not be spoken, dragging Mo Yi's consciousness to the depths like a spell—
This was exactly the sound Mo Yi heard when he was in danger in that corridor.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi's consciousness was completely plunged into deep numbness and darkness. Silent, colorless and lightless, he opened his arms to embrace him like a mother, dragging him to sink deeper.