The corridor outside the door has become normal again. The walls on all sides frame a narrow and deep space, extending horizontally towards the two sides. The hallway seemed to be nothing more than an invisible illusion that disappeared under the daylight.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked quickly in the direction of the sound, the familiar bright lights in the hall slowly unfolded in front of their eyes, and the voices of the players arguing became clearer, even in the freezing temperature of the house It can't stop the smell of gunpowder that spreads and upgrades.
"... I don't believe it! If this damn house is smashed, it will still be so goddamn!"
Immediately afterwards, there was another burst of chaotic tearing sounds and vague overlapping human voices.
Mo Yi's steps paused slightly, his brows furrowed indistinctly - he recognized the voice.
Li Wang.
This person is simply a full-time shit-stirring stick, not only a good hand who bullies the weak and fears the strong and the strong, but what's worse is that he is narrow-minded and stupid, he does things impulsively but not in his head, he is the kind of person who relies on short-term cleverness and luck to pick up his life. The kind of players who started to be pretentious did not know how they survived until now.
A trace of impatience flashed in Mo Yi's eyes.
He stepped into the hall, and saw that everyone was struggling and tearing at the bottom of the stairs. A few players headed by Li Wang who seemed to have lost their minds were smashing things in the hall. The carpet was scattered with fragments of porcelain and pieces of wooden furniture. In the wreckage, a small number of players are trying to dissuade them from trying to control the situation, while more players are standing numbly in the corner, some of them are still crying softly, the whole scene is a mess and chaos.
Herding is the most frightening form of mania.
Li Wang was still yelling with a hoarse voice, and those players who were still rational were slowly affected by their words, and the expressions on their faces also loosened slightly over time.
And at this moment, a small voice sounded not far away:
"enough."
The two short words were like a wedge to pry open the chaotic atmosphere in front of them, and pierced deeply into everyone's eardrums with a cold metallic texture. sound, turned to look in the direction of the sound.
Mo Yi was standing on the top of the stairs looking down at everyone. Those dark eyes were like a pitch-black lake, carrying an unfathomably cold chill. His face was so calm that he couldn't see the slightest change in emotion, but for some reason, it made people feel shuddering.
Even Li Wang, who was the most wanton who was shouting just now, couldn't help but shrink back slightly.
Mo Yi's eyes slowly turned around the people at the bottom of the stairs, and his eyes paused for a while on Li Wang's body without a trace. Seeing that the other party subconsciously moved his eyes away from him, he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly. eyes.
He is used to not interfering in the choices and fates of other players in the dungeon. He analyzes the clues in the dungeon from the perspective of a bystander, and rarely participates in the game progress of other players. Although the difficulty of the dungeon in front of me does not seem to be very difficult, the time is extremely long. Although there are a large number of players, most of them are rookies who are easy to be disturbed and veterans with little experience, especially now in Li Wang. With people's interference, if he doesn't come out to control the situation, things are likely to become difficult to deal with.
Mo Yi walked down the stairs, and said coldly: "After one-third of the nine days, internal strife started. Are you going to entrust the blessings of God for the remaining six days?"
There were no ups and downs in his voice, but the irony in it was sharp and hard to watch.
Mo Yi turned his eyes to look at Li Wang, and continued: "When you don't know any clues, you make a reckless decision, let alone whether you can really cause damage to the house, if you can, then Can you bear the consequences of demolishing the house?"
He narrowed his eyes and spit out two simple words: "Stupid."
Li Wang's face was pale, and he was extremely annoyed by being insulted and stupid face to face. The blood rushed straight to his cheeks, but just as he was about to open his mouth impulsively, he saw that Mo Yi was already a few steps away from him. Stand still.
And those dark eyes flicked across his right arm meaningfully.
The severe pain that has not faded in the memory seems to be reflected on the body again, and the fingers that have not yet fully healed are twitching and trembling physiologically. In the throat, there was a weird rattling sound.
Mo Yi withdrew his gaze and continued to speak calmly: "You should have realized that time is repeating by now. This is actually a good thing. At least you can know what might happen next, which means you have time to look for clues. It is already the best possible, do you still have any dissatisfaction with this?"
Everyone looked at each other, and there were whispers in the crowd. The previous panic and bewilderment was finally suppressed by calm emotions——Mo Yi was right, if this dungeon is really a timeline cycle, then It means they already know what's going to happen, which is a huge advantage for them.
While everyone was whispering, a familiar voice came from behind the crowd: "Dear guests, welcome to the wedding of Mr. De Claus and Ms. De Claus. I am from the Claus house. Steward, I will receive you in the next few days."
Everyone was mentally prepared this time, and no one was frightened by the butler's voice this time.
The players looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the butler standing in the shadows just like last time, his pale face reflecting ghostly light in the darkness like an emotionless mask.
"You must have received the invitation, please keep it safe."
What happened next was almost the same as three days ago. After saying the exact same words as last time, the butler disappeared into the darkness again, and disappeared as usual as the sound of footsteps faded away. up.
Mo Yi's eyes paused at the place where the steward left, then turned to look at other players, broke the silence and said:
"Everyone, let's continue searching where we left off last time. This time, pay more attention to the clues about the portrait. The rules of killing people in this dungeon are very elusive, so what we need now is to find a way to escape this rule."
After finishing speaking, the other players dispersed slowly and began to search for clues aimlessly in the house.
Mo Yi stood in the middle of the hall, looking up thoughtfully at the muscular and smooth marble statue in front of the gate. He saw it staring blankly into the air with a pair of pale eyes. Touching its cold, hard surface lightly, the smooth stone feels as if it is nothing more than a simple dead thing.
At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly froze involuntarily.
If this is a reincarnation, then all the details should be exactly the same as they were three days ago.
However, this time there was no sound of sobbing like silk threads, nor the intermittent gloomy piano sound.
Mo Yi frowned slowly, retracted his fingers, and quickly walked towards the side hall along the route he remembered, but when he was halfway there, his pace suddenly stopped.
—I saw that the place in my memory was a deep corridor, but now it has become a solid wall.
Mo Yi stared at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help being stunned for a while.
The wall that was close at hand had a familiar shell-colored luster, and a smooth and soft halo shone under the light. He slowly stretched out his hand and pressed it, the hard and heavy touch under his palm seemed to remind him of the depth of the scene. True, the cold temperature penetrated into the skin along the palm of his hand, making the bones of his palm a little painful.
Mo Yi took a step back, slightly distanced himself from the wall, and looked around from a distance.
The other scenes are not the same as three days ago, only the space in front of me that should be a corridor has turned into a monotonous and hard wall at some point, standing in front of me without warning, silent and solid as if it has never changed .
Mo Yi frowned, with deep creases carved between his brows.
Could it be that the sound of the piano is the necessary way to open this corridor
Perhaps... It was because of this that none of the players could find the side hall before Mo Yi heard the sound of the piano.
He took a deep breath slowly, rubbed his fingertips subconsciously, and the thoughtful expression on his face became heavier.
—Then why didn't the piano sound this time
Has something changed this time
Moreover, the more important question is... If the piano doesn't sound for three days this time, doesn't that mean that Mo Yi can no longer enter the side hall
Whether it is the portrait in the side hall or the secret door hidden deep in the corner, they are all very crucial clues in the dungeon, and Mo Yi has not explored other fields in that side hall yet. If you can't enter this reincarnation, the loss will be too great.
Mo Yi pursed his lips tightly, his dark eyes shimmered, and he seemed to be thinking about something.
At this moment, he seemed to think of something, his eyes suddenly lit up, he turned around and walked quickly up the stairs, there seemed to be a slight sound of wind in his steps, Wen Chen followed quickly, and walked along the deep road with Mo Yi The corridor goes inward.
According to his previous memory, Mo Yi shuttled between the complicated and intertwined corridors extending in all directions in the house like intestines. The corridors were connected by high or low, straight or curved stairs, shrouded in dim light in the corridors. Then, it is divided into multiple fields intertwined with light and dark, which looks like traveling in a tunnel connecting different time and space.
After walking for a long time, Mo Yi finally stopped, and saw a tightly closed door in front of him.
This is exactly where they ate dinner on the first day.
Wen Chen, who was following behind Mo Yi, seemed a little absent-minded. He slowed down his pace, staring at a depression in the corridor with his light-colored eyes, as if he was thinking about something.
Mo Yi noticed something was wrong with Wen Chen, turned his head to look at him, and asked with some doubts: "What's wrong?"
Wen Chen restrained his slightly moving expression the moment Mo Yi finished speaking, just coughed softly, and replied calmly: "It's nothing."
Mo Yi stared suspiciously at Wen Chen's seemingly open gaze for a while, then turned his head to follow Wen Chen's gaze just now, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and then understood in an instant.
That was the place where he and Wen Chen kissed before and were surrounded by spectators.
Mo Yi: "..."
He was silent for a while, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen, staring into his light gray eyes that implied expectation, and said coldly:
"It's not the right time this time, don't think about it, it's impossible."
Wen Chen's face was obviously disappointed, while Mo Yi turned around without moving, walked slowly towards the closed door in front of him, and then pushed it tentatively—
The door was left open.
The door in front of me smoothly and silently slid a gap inward, dark and chaotic colors squirmed inside the door, the dim light in the corridor carved a blurred light path on the ground inside the door, light and darkness seemed to be mutually intertwined. Erosion refused.
Mo Yi reached out to touch the flashlight he carried with him, turned on the switch, and then pushed the door inward with a little force with his fingertips.
The light of the flashlight first slid into the door, illuminating the blurred outline in the darkness. Mo Yi could barely make out some familiar decorations and furniture inside. The memory walked towards the dark depths of the room, groping forward in the darkness.
He walked over to the orchestra pit and shone his flashlight inward.
Sure enough, it was not much different from what he had imagined. The musical instruments that will be played during dinner tonight are all lying quietly in the orchestra pit, the cover of the piano is quietly closed, and the violin is also lying idle on the shelf beside it. superior.
Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, and felt his pulse speed up slightly—after all, he didn't know if playing with another person would work, but now he had to try it.
It's a pity that the piano can't be moved there...
Mo Yi stretched out his hand to lift the black cover of the piano, tried two notes on the keyboard with some hesitation, and then played unskillfully, the intermittent notes gradually connected into a complete tune, the gloomy and cold tune There was a sound in the dark hall.
After playing the tune in his memory, he stopped and sighed deeply—
The distance between the hall on the first floor and here is too far, and it is difficult to have the same effect when playing here.
Mo Yi closed the lid of the piano, making a soft sound of metal clashing.
He turned and walked towards the violin at the side, thoughtfully rubbing its smooth edges with his fingers, and then put the violin on his shoulders not very skillfully, holding the black bow with his slender fingers, Slightly retracting the fingertips, he tried to pull out a harsh note.
Mo Yi tried to play the violin according to the previous tune, but his attainments in this area were really not very good, and the sound he made could only be barely considered noise.
It seems that trying to choose other instruments is not a very good choice.
Mo Yi shook his head and put down his bow.
But in the next second, he only felt a cold palm brushing against the back of his hanging hand, and gently took the bow that was infected with body temperature from his palm. Then, there was a light on his shoulder, and the violin was also touched. took away.
He froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at his side - Wen Chen was holding a black wooden violin in his hand, and slightly narrowed his light-colored eyes, as if he was estimating something.
Mo Yi's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Will you...?"
Wen Chen raised his eyes to look at him, the corners of his cold and hard lips curled up slightly: "No."
The light in Mo Yi's eyes dimmed a little, and he pinched the bridge of his nose wearily—it really was him who went to the doctor in a hurry.
In the next second, only Wen Chen said: "But I will do other things."
Mo Yi was stunned, looked up at Wen Chen, and saw a slight smile on his lips, his light gray eyes shone slightly brightly under the light of the flashlight, and said in a low voice: "And it's more OK."
Wen Chen walked to the piano, pressed his bony palms to the surface of the piano, and then slowly closed his eyes. His long eyelashes quietly fell on his pale cheeks, as if standing in the darkness The ivory carving, the face with deep lines is divided into clear-cut areas by light and shadow.
The mist slowly gathered in the darkness and quickly built inch by inch before Mo Yi's eyes.
In less than a few minutes, a piano made of mist from the inside to the outside was displayed in front of Mo Yi. The light off-white color was framed in a hard frame. It seems to be still flowing.
Wen Chen opened his eyes, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, staring at Mo Yi and asked:
"This time... is it worth it to meet the occasion?"