In the following time, Mo Yi was always a little absent-minded.
I have to say that in the first week, Mo Yi didn't find too many clues. In addition to the mystery, the biggest gain is just going through the general process of the entire dungeon. At the time of the goal, Mo Yi finally found some clues of this dungeon. The important clues were like the hard and exposed black stones on the beach. With the sea water receding slowly, some eyebrows were revealed, but the explosive appearance of the clues also made the whole situation uneasy. become intricate.
Mo Yi felt like a guinea pig in a maze, stumbling between the staggered walls to find a way out.
But after bypassing the fork, there is another dead end in front of him.
Mo Yi stirred the tea in his teacup in a trance, watching the curling white smoke slowly rising up, covering his eyelashes with a thin layer of water mist.
He is not going to drink.
When he sat down just now, he secretly used the mirror in his pocket to scan the food on the tray in front of his eyes—as he expected, all the tea and pastries were made of scarlet and viscous paint, while When he flashed the mirror to the food on other players' tables, it was all the same food.
This feeling of being targeted is very bad.
Mo Yi put the delicate porcelain-white tea set in his hand on the table without interest, and the slightly hot black tea splashed out from the rim of the cup, slowly soaking round water stains on the snow-white lace hollowed-out tablecloth.
He unobtrusively raised his eyes to look at the butler standing in the corner of the room. The butler was still completely covered in black, with only a touch of white on his neckline and cuffs. His pale face was shrouded in vague darkness. From Mo Yi's angle, he could only see half A stiff chin and lips with an invariable smile - nothing like the tragic image of him being smashed in the head by Mo Yi half an hour ago in the living room.
Judging from the butler's current attitude, it is very likely that he has no previous memory.
But Mo Yi wasn't sure.
He subconsciously groped for the small opening on his palm that was cut by the flying debris, and the slight pain under the skin faintly stimulated the nerves, as if it was a thin silk thread tightly binding reality and fantasy , making his brain more awake under the stimulation of pain.
Just at this moment, a voice sounded beside him: "You are... what's wrong?"
Mo Yi turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and saw that Zhao Nan came to his side at some point, looking down at his palms on the table.
I saw that the bandages wrapped in his hands were already filthy from dust and debris, faint blood oozes from the slightly curled up palms, soaking the gray bandages into a dark color, and against the snow-white tablecloth, it seemed Very abrupt.
Mo Yi was not used to Zhao Nan's sudden familiarity, so he couldn't help but frowned slightly, leaned back to widen the distance between the two, and then turned his palm over without any trace, covering up the blood oozing from his palm. Live, replied lightly:
"It's nothing, it's just that I was not careful when searching."
Zhao Nan also got frustrated with Mo Yi's alienated attitude, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
He changed the subject a little bluntly, and said, "Speaking of which, this dungeon is really complicated, and it even reincarnates."
Zhao Nan stared at the silent Mo Yi, and asked casually: "I don't see you in the lobby before lunch... and no other players saw you this morning, where did you go?" ?"
The connotation in his words is too straightforward.
Mo Yi raised his eyes to look at him, his expression still calm: "I just walked around casually, and I went back to my room when the time was up. I didn't know that you guys gathered in the lobby at noon, so, did you guys talk about anything important? Help Let me follow the progress."
Zhao Nan's expression was a little stiff, and the expression on his face was a bit unstoppable. He forcibly maintained his amiable expression, but there was already a bit of irrepressible stiffness in his voice: "It's nothing..."
The expression on Mo Yi's face was the indifference of staying out of the matter. A pair of dark eyes stared at him with no emotion ups and downs. He managed to make Zhao Nan swallow back the words he hadn't spoken yet, and he said haha dryly. Go back in the direction you came from just now.
He withdrew his gaze indifferently, and his gaze fell on the light-colored water mark beside the teacup—it had basically dried up during this period of time, leaving only a few shallow, almost indistinguishable round spots.
It's not hard to guess why Zhao Nan came here, but he didn't show up for a long time before, and he was the last to come to the hall in the afternoon, so he suspected that he had found some clues during this time, so I came here to find out. However, what is strange to Mo Yi is that Zhao Nan has always regarded himself as a veteran and the leader of the entire team, so he became so annoyed when he found out that Mo Yi's actions were a challenge to his authority in another form, then... At this moment, why are you suddenly willing to put down your body and come to him to spy on information
Mo Yi glanced in the direction Zhao Nan was going without any trace.
He was sitting with Li Wang at the moment, seeming to be discussing something.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully—something beyond his expectations must have happened during the time when he disappeared from everyone's sight.
Afternoon tea ended on a low and eerie tone.
The butler stood at the door as usual, and politely asked the players to follow to the restaurant. This time, Mo Yi stood up following the crowd, and followed the crowd into the dark depths of the corridor.
He wasn't going to sneak away this time.
The last time Mo Yi left the team to go to the side hall during dinner on the first day, but when he came back, he found that the butler was not waiting in the restaurant, and did not appear until he urged everyone to return to the room that night. During this time, The players didn't know the butler's whereabouts at all, which made Mo Yi curious - moreover, he really wanted to know what tricks Zhao Nan and the others were trying to do.
The players followed behind the butler with full of thoughts, and walked toward the depths of the corridor with faint light spots swaying.
Everyone quickly came to the restaurant, and everyone sat down one after another. The number of seats was still the same as before, which made the table look a little empty—the number of players this time was much less than last time. Such thoughts bothered every player. It made them feel uneasy.
Fragrant dishes are delivered like flowing water, and they are fully placed in front of the players.
And the ones sent to Mo Yi were all bright red paint without exception.
Although Wen Chen put the good food on Mo Yi's plate calmly, Mo Yi just fiddled with the tableware in a lack of interest, moved the food on his plate a few mouthfuls and it was gone. No more.
His gaze has been scanning the inconspicuous side of the restaurant intentionally or unintentionally. The butler in a neat uniform has been standing silently in the blind corner of the brightly lit restaurant since the beginning of the meal, and his whole person is like a dark shadow. In front of the wall, there was no movement as if it was a dead thing without life.
Dinner was over quickly.
During the entire meal nothing happened.
The butler never left from start to finish.
Mo Yi frowned slightly in doubt, and looked around at the players sitting at the table. They all ate the last dessert served on the plate without any abnormality. The whole restaurant looked peaceful, as if there was no danger hidden. , after all the players had finished eating, the butler slowly stepped forward and said, "Dear guests, please leave with your maids."
After finishing speaking, he bowed deeply, then turned and opened the door of the restaurant, revealing a dimly lit corridor.
The players followed the lead of the maid and walked out.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen also returned to their room. Mo Yi took a rough look around his room and found that the previous tray and the cold food on it had been taken away. In the quiet and spacious room It looked as clean and tidy as if no one had ever lived in it. Even the torn sheet was restored to its original state, and everything was calm.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something, after a few seconds, he seemed to have made up his mind, turned his head and said to Wen Chen:
"Let's go, let's go back to the side hall."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and opened the door panel behind him, poked his head out to look in the corridor, after confirming that the maid had gone far away, Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked out of the door one after the other, and then walked briskly walked towards the direction of the side hall.
Mo Yi's pace couldn't help but pause slightly when he passed the hall, his eyes fell on the clean and tidy floor, the thick fluff on the carpet looked soft and warm under the bright light, the marble fragments and sticky The sweet and greasy liquid was nowhere to be found, as if nothing had happened.
He withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath slowly, and walked towards the side hall.
The door of the side hall still stood quietly in the depths of the dark and cold corridor, and it was the same as when Mo Yi came here before. Mo Yi pushed the door open, and the deep and cold breath flowed along the open door. It spread out, as if cold water flowed into a warm lake, and the cold dusty breath rushed towards the face.
Mo Yi walked towards the depths of the room skillfully. After passing through the layers of white maze, he finally came to the entrance of the secret dark room again. Wen Chen helped him lift the thick tapestry covering the door panel. Mo Yi stretched out his hand and pushed open the narrow door panel whose color was obviously different from that of the wall next to it.
In front of the bright beam of the flashlight, a large cloud of dust swirled, dancing and scurrying under the light.
He sensitively smelled the familiar smell mixed in the air—the sweet breath was like a gossamer floating in the cold and dark room, like a ghost, vaguely absent, indistinct.
Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes became slightly serious, and he walked quickly into the crowded utility room. He turned sideways, and slowly moved inward against the high piles of dusty debris. As he approached, the familiar sweet and greasy smell seemed to become clearer and thicker, lingering in the nose for a long time and refused to dissipate.
Mo Yi stood in the open space behind the debris pile, and shone the flashlight in his hand forward.
Next to the marble statue of the butler he saw last time, there was another marble statue.
The uniform on its body was messy and dirty, stained with dust and marble debris, and the uniform clothes on its limbs also had traces of being bound, and the most conspicuous thing was that the head of the marble statue seemed to have been hit by a heavy object. The entire pale face was covered with cracks like spider webs, and the silent black eyes stared blankly at the darkness in the distance like the marble statue beside him. Gray dirty liquid can be seen along the broken irregular cracks.
The air is filled with a familiar sweet and greasy smell, accumulating in the narrow space, like a liquid flowing slowly in the darkness, making one almost nauseated.
Mo Yi raised his arms to cover his mouth and nose, his dark eyes slowly turned around on the two butlers standing side by side, then turned his head and said to Wen Chen: "Let's go."
His purpose of coming here has been achieved.
The conjecture has been confirmed—the housekeeper is definitely not a monster in this instance.
He's just a prop.
A mass-produced puppet and marionette.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, then turned around and walked out along the narrow gap. His clothes were wrinkled in the process, and dust covered his shoulders and arms. He simply patted the dust on his body, then walked quickly towards the door of the utility room.
The dark and cold breath in the side hall dispelled the sweet smell left in his nasal cavity, leaving only the quiet smell and temperature like a stone chamber in the side hall.
The two of them skillfully returned along the original path, and now the seemingly complicated terrain in the side hall could no longer trouble Mo Yi. They walked through it as if they were on flat ground, and soon came to the side hall in the open space.
At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye——
When he was about to walk towards the door, he paused slightly, changed direction, and walked towards the oil painting quietly hanging on the wall.
I saw that the pale cloth that was supposed to cover the oil painting fell to the ground at some point, and piled up in a pile on the ground, while the portrait under the cloth was revealed in the air without any cover.
The outlines of the faces of the portraits are blurred, and the paint on them has dried and cracked.
But her eyes were dark and bright, as if she was looking energetic, and her long black hair spread out on her shoulders like a waterfall.
Mo Yi's complexion was slightly tense, he raised his head and silently stared at the tall portrait of a man, and took a deep breath slowly.
That means, someone filled it with black paint.
A new victim appeared.