The whirling dizziness and the suffocation brought by the weightlessness tightly strangled the throat, and the dense darkness and humming noise tightly embraced the consciousness, as if to squeeze the remaining energy in the body like the remaining moisture in a sponge. Pressed out, the nerves were twisted into twisted strands, pulled and scattered in all directions.
The cold and dry air rushed fiercely into the contracted and heaved numb chest cavity, bringing burning pain to the respiratory tract.
Such pain became clear with the recovery of consciousness.
Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, the shadows in front of him had not yet dissipated, and there was only a dim circle of light surrounded by black shadows in his vision. He was panting heavily, and his sense of touch from numb limbs gradually awakened, sending a clear and obvious sense of pain to him. The brain fully regains consciousness, bringing the long-lost feeling of being alive.
The gloomy halo in front of my eyes gradually became clear, and there were gorgeous color blocks and fiercely conflicting colors in my sight. The abstract patterns overlapped and spread layer by layer from the center. The complicated patterns mixed together, bringing a visual dizziness on.
Mo Yi blinked slowly, his consciousness slowly surfaced like a drowning person.
He recognized what it was—
This is the ceiling painting of the room.
Mo Yi struggled to support the soft-touch bed beside him with his palms, slowly propped up his body, and looked around the room he was in—a magnificent Baroque style, with semi-arched columns in the corner of the room, hanging on all sides Oil paintings on the walls.
Such a familiar scene hit his retina, followed the visual nerve to the brain, and instantly reactivated his dull perception in slumber.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly, and then quickly rolled over and got out of bed, but his numb legs softened the moment they touched the ground, so he had to support the table beside him with his hands to prevent himself from falling down on the carpet.
There is an unobvious foreign body sensation and sliding tactile sensation under the palm.
Mo Yi stood up and sat on the side of the bed, then turned his head to look under his palm, and saw a snow-white envelope on the bedside table. On the envelope was a familiar dark red wax seal. On the seal was a slightly fuzzy emblem, a dark red circular spot imprinted on Mo Yi's retina after staring at it for a long time.
He took a deep breath, stretched and clenched his cold and numb palms vigorously, suppressed his slightly agitated emotions, and then reached for the envelope on his bedside.
After opening the envelope, the snow-white invitation letter fell out.
"Mr. Mo Yi respectfully:
Mr. De Claus and his wife Ms. De Claus sincerely invite you to attend their wedding in three days. "
exactly the same.
Mo Yi subconsciously reached out his hand to the inner pocket of his jacket, but when he touched it, it was empty.
He looked down, and the clothes he was wearing were no longer the black dress he was wearing before, but the clothes he wore when he entered the instance.
Mo Yi pursed his lips tightly, his dark eyes were dim, he got up and got off the bed, and walked quickly to the door.
The picture frame hanging in the shadow near the door is gradually revealed, the dark wood entwined with gold threads is deeply settled in the darkness, and gradually becomes clearer in sight as the distance shortens—in the picture frame is a lying The woman on the dark red velvet has a thin red rope on her naked and pale neck, and her face with her eyes closed is like a deep sleep.
The circular and irregular patterns that swirled in the frame before have disappeared.
He raised his hand and fumbled skillfully behind the picture frame for a while, and then he came across a dusty piece of paper, on which was the same little poem as before.
Everything seems to be reset to the original place.
Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, closed his eyes forcefully, and cleared up his slightly confused thoughts.
-it is as expected.
Holding a trace of fantasy, he reached into his pocket and groped, and touched the cold and hard thing with his fingertips. Mo Yi was slightly relieved, and then took out the thing he touched from his pocket. The golden Ouroboros ring was connected head to tail, and the blood-red gemstones on it shimmered like eyes under the light, watching him quietly.
Mo Yi gently stroked the fine lines on the snake's head with his fingers, and his eyelids drooped to cover the dark eyes.
In Plato's description, ouroboros is a perfect creature that is eternal and regenerates, symbolizing eternal repetition and cycle, so after seeing this pattern repeatedly before, Mo Yi had some unfounded doubts in his heart—maybe this The time of the copy is not linear, but at the wedding scene, the development of the situation proved his guess.
The time of this dungeon is circular, and all their players are trapped in the period from three days before the wedding to the moment before the wedding. According to the clues of this dungeon, three days is a cycle, and the survival time of the players is nine days, which means that they have to stay here for three cycles.
After the first loop, everything in the instance is reset - except the ring.
Then this ring must have an extraordinary meaning.
Mo Yi put the ring back into his pocket, paced the room thoughtfully for a while, then walked quickly to the window, stretched out his hand and pushed the window open forcefully. There was an ear-piercing sound of rubbing, and the familiar scene outside the window was revealed. A light blue countdown was suspended in the dark midair, and the numbers on it continued to flow backwards without stopping. The deadly darkness surrounded the entire room.
He waited for a while, and then he felt himself being surrounded from behind, his strong arms slowly tightened around his waist, and a low, familiar voice sounded in his ears: "...you are fine."
Mo Yi tilted his head slightly, avoiding the flowing breath of Wen Chen when he was talking in his ear, turned his face slightly to look at Wen Chen, only half of his face that was exposed was gloomy, with unconcealable worry, He said sullenly: "I couldn't enter the previous room. The rules of that room were greater than what I could compete with in the dungeon."
"It's okay." Mo Yi shook his head and said soothingly:
"At least I have figured out a little bit about this dungeon now, which is not a small improvement."
He closed the window in front of him, patted Wen Chen's tight arm around his waist, and motioned for him to let go:
"Come on, let's go out and see how the others are doing."
Wen Chen pursed his lips, nodded lightly, Mo Yi's shoulders and neck were slightly itchy with his soft hair.
Wen Chen let go of his hand and took a few steps back, and walked to the door with Mo Yi, he stretched out his hand and pulled the door open, but just as the door was opened, all he could hear was the noise of quarreling and clanging, as if it had turned into a solid body. The sound waves passed through the long corridor and the silent air quickly, and passed into the ears without any hindrance. It sounded quite serious.
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, turned his head and looked at Wen Chen, then quickened his pace and quickly walked towards the direction where the voice came from.