Mo Yi quickly ran out of the side hall without any hesitation. The hall was brightly lit, casting a layer of soft light on the heavy baroque furniture and pale marble, and was shrouded in the unique heavy silence of the house. , as if both time and air stood still at the same time.
It's so quiet that it doesn't look like something happened.
Mo Yi frowned slightly in doubt, and walked up the stairs. The vertical and horizontal corridors were also silent.
Could it be that the body has not been found yet
Mo Yi walked towards the rooms where other players lived according to the route he remembered, one by one towards the end. It is not too late now, many players are wandering around the house searching for clues, Therefore, the doors of each room are tightly closed, and there is no trace of the smell of blood or the familiar sweet smell. Only the unique gloomy smell of the old house permeates the dark and dim narrow corridor. .
The dead and silent corridor stretched in front of my eyes, as if there was no end to it, but I couldn't find any room with a dead body.
Mo Yi stopped walking, his brows were tightened into thick black clouds, and he fiddled with the bandage wrapped around his palm absently.
a little strange...
But he thought about it, since he already knew that someone was dead, then looking for the dead body is not a particularly urgent matter. It would be very weird to knock on the door from room to room now, and no matter what, he will know the dead body tomorrow morning. Which player is the most important, and there is no rush.
Mo Yi turned around and walked out of the corridor, and began to search for other clues in the house.
Nothing much was gained until the clock struck eleven.
And when the other players returned to the room one after another, he didn't hear anyone screaming or reporting the discovery of the dead body. Mo Yi suppressed the doubts that arose in his heart, so he had to go back to their room with Wen Chen. in the room.
After the two quickly washed up, they turned off the lights and lay side by side on the bed. Mo Yi stared at the blurred ceiling in the darkness with his eyes wide open. The soft velvet quilt on his body slowly rose and fell with his breathing. Anxiety and impatience protruded from the emotions that were deliberately suppressed during the day, stretched their tentacles arrogantly and recklessly in the darkness and silence, and black seeds poked their heads out like weeds crazily.
Mo Yi had to admit that although he had been in the dungeon for a long time, he still didn't make too many breakthrough discoveries, and he didn't even touch the most basic context of this dungeon.
Strictly accept it, tomorrow is the last day of this week, after all, most of the third day is spent in a state of being trapped in the room, basically there is no chance for free activities.
This copy is like slowly heating warm water, and they are like frogs waiting to die in it.
It carefully and carefully grinds their patience with a peaceful script without many violent conflicts, numbs the players with a death toll that is not too exaggerated compared to the total number of people, and then approaches their bottom line little by little, dazzled The tricks and dizzying, true or false clues make players feel dizzy in it, unable to find the true appearance that is carefully hidden under the calm appearance.
Mo Yi's eyes stared straight ahead without blinking, as if he wanted to see through the darkness covering his eyes with all his strength. A vague soreness spread up, forcing him to close his eyes. The dry eyes under the eyelids Covered by a physiologically secreted tear film.
He began to sort out every clue he found throughout the dungeon.
The longer he thinks, the more frightened Mo Yi feels—he has already traveled the farthest among all the players, but even so, he still feels that it is difficult to move as if his hands and feet are tied, too loose and scattered The clues and the drawn too long timeline covered the entire dungeon with an impenetrable fog. This feeling of being empty no matter whether he was going forward or backward made him feel like he was being manipulated.
manipulated...
This thought that vaguely flashed through his mind made Mo Yi's heart clenched involuntarily, as if the blood in his body was rushing faster, and it seemed to be frozen and stagnant in an instant, the clues that he had carefully sorted out in his mind several times before are now He ran out again uncontrollably, covering his heart like a dense network.
At this moment, he heard a deep and familiar voice from the darkness beside him:
"How are you?"
In the silence came the sound of fabric rubbing against each other, and Mo Yi felt Wen Chen's cold hands groping under the quilt, and the dry palm firmly attached to the back of his hand, bringing a faint sense of peace of mind.
Mo Yi couldn't help being surprised by Wen Chen's sensitivity.
He felt that he didn't show anything unusual in the dark. To be precise, his breathing rate and heartbeat rate were deliberately maintained within a stable range, but Wen Chen seemed to be able to see through the quiet appearance he pretended to be The same, keenly aware of their own strangeness.
This made Mo Yi suddenly interested. He held Wen Chen's palm with his backhand and asked:
"How long have you known me?"
After he finished speaking, he added: "Don't force yourself, just answer within the limits of the rules."
Wen Chen's slender fingers clasped back vigorously, as if to pass on his power to Mo Yi, his unchanged voice came from the darkness:
"I have no idea."
This answer was not beyond Mo Yi's expectations. He was just asking casually, and he didn't have the urgency to give Wen Chen a definite answer now, but he didn't expect that Wen Chen's deep voice would continue to be heard from not far away in the darkness. Come:
"I just know how long I remember you."
Mo Yi was stunned—he had never heard Wen Chen mention this before, his desire to explore was aroused, and he asked:
"Remember? How do you say it? Does it mean you didn't remember me before?"
"Hmm." Wen Chen's voice was slightly hoarse, as if causing ripples in the still air: "Before I saw you, my consciousness was dark and chaotic, I didn't know where I was, Don't even know who I am."
His words became slightly hasty: "But when I saw you, it was as if the voice flowing in my veins began to scream, urging, forcing me—I must hug you."
This answer was beyond Mo Yi's expectation. When he heard Wen Chen's last words, the deep emotion in his tone made his heart beat uncontrollably. It's like... some long-hidden consciousness in the body is constantly clamoring.
He kept his voice calm and continued to ask, "And then?"
"Then I started to absorb all the information and resources around me like a child at the beginning of my mind. I began to have a memory, and I began to be able to control my own form, and then... I began to vaguely remember you."
So... Wen Chen's consciousness and memory are gradually recovering over time.
Mo Yi couldn't help feeling inconceivable, why such a strong emotion could be produced by relying on the unclear memory in his mind, thus prompting a normal mind to do so many unreasonable things.
There was a slow low laugh in his ear.
It was only then that Mo Yi realized that he had unconsciously asked the question in his heart, which made him frown a little annoyed.
Wen Chen's cold fingers climbed his palms to his wrists, caressing the hard and protruding bones under the thin layer of flesh, and his voice came to the eardrums without haste: "I rely on you Not memory."
Mo Yi asked suspiciously: "What is that?"
Wen Chen's voice carried a soft emotion that he couldn't understand:
"It's instinct."
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if heat was slowly creeping up along the icy skin that Wen Chen pressed onto his wrist, almost to the point of being scalding, he subconsciously shook off Wen Chen's fingers, He said calmly:
"Are you sure it's not the baby bird effect that came about because the first thing you saw when you regained consciousness was me?"
Wen Chen's deep laughter came from the darkness, and Mo Yi felt the mattress under him sinking down forcibly, and then something cold engulfed his lips, and the soft and moist touch was about to leave.
The mattress transmitted the vibration honestly—Wen Chen lay down again.
Mo Yi heard Wen Chen answer with a smile: "If you explain it that way, I have no objection."
Somehow tonight, after a brief chat with Wen Chen, Mo Yi fell asleep faster than usual.
The dark nightmare that haunted him for a long time did not sweep over again.
But he dreamed of something else.
Mo Yi stared at the bright ceiling with his eyes open. The light left light spots on the beautiful and complicated patterns painted on the ceiling. The shape of the light spots fascinated him.
Moreover, the most important thing is that when he woke up this time, he actually remembered some broken fragments from his dream.
The sun shone on the rim of the dark cup, and the dark coffee fell on the small white fish pattern on the cup, leaving mud-colored spots, followed by a kiss of coffee flavor falling with the smell of old books, he He heard a voice in his ear - "You are too tired." Immediately afterwards, a raging darkness swept in like a tide, swallowing all the colors, tastes and patterns, and he was in a daze walk forward.
The ground was smeared with scarlet blood, and the pale lifeless limbs lay quietly on the pool of blood, a pair of black eyes covered with light white shades stared at him, and the blood flowed silently and violently on the slender neck flowing downward.
Strangely, Mo Yi subconsciously knew it was a marble statue.
It was really a very weird dream, but it seemed to be clearly imprinted in his mind.
Mo Yi rubbed his aching head, then got up from the bed.
The next thing was no different from the last week. Mo Yi didn't see the red color in the water at the door this time, but out of caution, he didn't touch the basin of water again, and he only had some breakfast. The energy bar I carried satiated my hunger.
He walked out of the room to join the others, and many people had already gathered in the hall.
Mo Yi waited patiently for other players in the lobby this time. When everyone arrived one after another, he discovered a fact that shocked him slightly——
The number of players has not changed.