Mo Yi was stunned, his eyes followed the viscous liquid flowing out of the broken marble fragments to the wet carpet in strands, his eyes stayed on the dirty gray slime for a while, and suddenly he seemed to wake up with a start. As if reacting, he lowered his head and glanced at his watch:
Two thirty-seven.
In three minutes the maid would come to his door and knock.
Mo Yi turned his head and exchanged glances with Wen Chen quickly, and then, ignoring the mess on the ground, he turned around and ran up the stairs. The hurried footsteps weakened by the carpet echoed in the deep and quiet corridor, with layers upon layers of In the mansion with its complex corridor structure, faint and overlapping echoes aroused, slowly spreading out in the darkness.
In the ear is the whistling wind brought by the running, mixed with the sound of messy footsteps and the sound of rapid heartbeat whistling past quickly.
The deep corridor receded quickly in front of the eyes with the steps, and the familiar scene gradually spread out.
Mo Yi had already seen the blurred outline of his room, waiting quietly in the darkness not far away, and there seemed to be some dark things placed on the ground at the door of the room.
Panting heavily, he slowed down his running pace.
As the distance shortened, the blurry outline placed at the door gradually became clear—it was a tray with many dishes.
Only then did Mo Yi recall that he missed the breakfast time at ten o'clock this morning.
At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw a deep figure printed on the wall at the other end of the corridor by the dim and yellowed light, vague footsteps slowly approaching in the corridor, and the black shadow on the wall As the steady footsteps gradually amplified—
coming.
Mo Yi quickly bent down and picked up the tray on the ground. Wen Chen had already opened the door, and the two of them dodged behind the door as quickly as possible.
He put the tray in his hand on the table beside him. The silver tray collided with the hard edge of the table and made a crisp sound. Mo Yi breathed out a sigh of relief, then bent down and pressed the palm of his hand on his knee. A tide of black shadows surged inside, and the humming sound followed his own panting in his head, making him dizzy for a moment.
Mo Yi felt a cold hand pressing on his shoulder, and the cold and soft touch penetrated into the thin clothes with slight force, acting on his body like a tranquilizer. Mo Yi blinked vigorously, the dark film in front of his eyes slowly dissipated, and the humming in his head seemed to gradually disappear. He took a breath, stretched out his hand to hold the door frame beside him, and straightened up with strength, looking at the door. He met Wen Chen's light-colored eyes that were faintly worried.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but his gaze passed Wen Chen's cheeks to look behind him—the dark black picture frame wrapped with golden silk thread was quietly half hidden in the shadow, and the pale and naked woman was lying on the blood. Amidst the red velvet satin, a vivid and serene face faced him directly, and there was a thin streak of blood across his neck.
The dull, lifeless black eyes were half-opened, the pupils covered with a light gray film.
...with eyes open
Mo Yi froze for a moment, the words that had just reached his mouth involuntarily silenced.
At this moment, I only heard the sound of knocking on the door next to me.
The loud voice exploded in his newly recovered ears, and the vibration from the door was transmitted to Mo Yi's palm holding the door frame. Even though he had already prepared himself mentally, he still couldn't help but feel a slight shock in his heart.
Mo Yi looked intently at the painting hanging on the wall again: the woman's eyes were still tightly closed.
Boom boom boom.
The knock on the door rang again.
Mo Yi slowly withdrew his palm that was pressing on the door, carefully opened a little distance between himself and the door, and stared closely at the black-brown door made of solid wood in front of him, as if it could bite someone Like a living thing.
He counted the seconds silently in his mind.
one two Three…
Three seconds later, the even knock on the door sounded again, and Mo Yi stretched out his hand to pull the door open.
I saw the pale and stiff maid standing at the door, staring at him closely with a pair of dark and empty eyes.
She bowed deeply, and the content and tone of her speech were the same as last time:
"Dear guest, afternoon tea is ready, please come with me."
Mo Yi was about to nod his head, but he seemed to think of something suddenly, he was slightly taken aback, and then said hastily:
"Wait a moment."
As soon as he finished speaking, he closed the door again in front of the maid.
Wen Chen, who watched all this from beginning to end: "..."
Mo Yi turned around, his eyes just met Wen Chen's indescribable gaze, he hooked his lips, reached out and took out the non-standard piece of broken glass from his pocket, shook his hand, and then He pointed to the bed in the middle of the room and made a tearing gesture.
Wen Chen realized it instantly, he turned around and walked quickly to the bed in the room, stretched out his hand and easily tore off a long strip from the bed sheet hanging from the edge of the bed, then walked back to the door and handed the cloth strip in his hand to Mo Yi .
Mo Yi took the cloth, lowered his head and carefully wrapped the long and soft cloth around the slender end of the irregular mirror fragments, wrapping its sharp edges and corners, and the mirror fragments between his fingers followed His movements reversed, and the shiny reflection jumped and climbed on the wall like an insect.
In this dungeon, things that cannot be seen with the naked eye can be seen through the mirror, so the sooner it can come in handy, the better.
At this moment, Mo Yi inadvertently caught a glimpse of something unusual in the mirror, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback, the movements of his hands stopped involuntarily, and his eyes followed the image in the mirror to extend behind him.
He turned his head and looked behind him, only to see that the silver tray he brought into the room just now was being spread casually on the table. Shake open to reveal beautifully cooked food underneath.
Mo Yi reached out and touched the outer edge of the bowl—it was already cold.
He held his breath slightly, adjusted the mirror in his hand to a suitable angle, rushed towards the food with the lid off, and looked into the mirror again.
I saw exquisite porcelain bowls and dishes reflected in the irregular fragments of the mirror, as well as layers of heavy red. Mo Yi tentatively fiddled with the bowl with a fork, still staring at the glass in the mirror. pattern, I can see that the deep and light red in the bowl is viscous liquid, slowly dripping down along the silver fork, this texture is—
Oil paints.
Mo Yi's fingers trembled slightly, and his heart tensed instantly following the emergence of this guess, and it sank slowly as if being weighed down by a heavy weight, as if he had swallowed a hard and cold stone. It's painful.
Could it be... In the past few days, have they been eating paint
Mo Yi frowned inexplicably, turned away from staring at the mirror, and stared at the brightly colored and rich food in the bowl in a daze - but it shouldn't be, logically speaking, it took such a long time The dungeon should provide food and water, and, according to Mo Yi's own guess about the game... Letting players starve to death is not the expected ending of the game.
But at this moment, a louder knock on the door interrupted Mo Yi's meditation, pulling him out of his thoughts.
It seemed that the maid at the door got impatient, and began to repeat and monotonously tap again.
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and then raised his voice to respond: "...here we come."
After finishing speaking, he hastily tied the cloth strap wrapped around the glass shards in his hand, put it in his pocket, turned around and ran to the washroom to wash his hands quickly, and cleaned the butler's marble shards that might be left on his palms. After washing off the sweet and greasy smell, when Mo Yi came out of the bathroom, he took a last deep look at the messy stack of knives, forks and dishes placed on the silver tray, and then turned to face the He walked to the door where he hadn't stopped knocking since just now.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand and opened the door, the maid's pale and stiff face appeared behind the door again, her deep black eyes didn't seem to have too many emotional fluctuations as before, her voice was still cold and polite:
"Dear guest, time is running out, everyone is waiting for you."
Mo Yi nodded in disbelief, closed the door behind him, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."
After finishing speaking, he and Wen Chen followed the maid and walked towards the depths of the corridor. The road on the road was so familiar that it hardly took too much difficulty to describe the appearance of the next section of the journey. The flickering lights on the wall Casting dim shadows, they seemed to be slowly creeping backwards as they advanced.
Mo Yi seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts along the way, his slightly lowered eyelids covered his dark eyes, his pale face glowed coldly under the weak light, and he followed the maid with a frown, stepping forward step by step. walking.
Until the maid finally stopped, pushed open the door in front of her, then turned sideways and bowed slightly, saying:
"Please."
It is still the same exquisite small hall, the green wallpaper looks vibrant against the gloomy tones in the corridor, the hall looks full and bright, filled with exquisite sofa chairs and small tables with scattered heights, but the players in the room But his morale was low, he sat down on a chair like a frost-beaten leaf, and he no longer had the drive to search for clues in the room in the last episode.
Mo Yi's eyes slowly turned around in the small hall.
The other players who were still alive had already arrived, filling the room to the brim.
Just then, he heard a familiar voice behind him:
"You are late."
Mo Yi's back was densely packed with a chill, running along his spine and rushing straight to the top of his head. The sense of horror hit him like a wave, piercing his brain like a steel needle, bringing endless stabbing pains. Painful and cold.
He slowly turned his head to look behind him, and he could almost hear the rubbing sound of his neck bone turning in his ears.
The pale, stiff, blurred, mask-like polite face was facing him, and the thin, ugly lips flowed out words without the slightest ups and downs between opening and closing:
"Please sit down, the tea will be here soon."