Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and then carefully counted the number of players gathered in the hall again—it was true that no one was missing.
how come…
He withdrew his gaze, frowned slightly, and the buzzing and chatter of the players in his ears passed by his ears like a breeze, and the general possibility was quickly organized in his mind—if the death in the dungeon The rules that would stain a painting haven't changed, so something must have happened to make the black paint in the painting fill in... Could it be the player? If a player dies, then... what will fill the crowd now
Mo Yi recalled the sweet and greasy paint gushing out of the butler's head that he smashed yesterday.
Could the death of the butler also paint the picture
Mo Yi blinked, retracted his divergent thoughts, and listened quietly to the whispered discussions of the players beside him. People looked much more haggard than the previous few days, and everyone was a little out of their minds—they also found out that the total The number of people has not changed, and even newcomers have been in the instance for a long time. No one will hold unrealistic delusions and expect the game to show kindness. The current calm has caused everyone to panic.
Now everyone began to doubt whether the player beside him was still himself.
The oppressive atmosphere of suspicion and suspicion spread around everyone, and the dark and oppressive people could hardly breathe.
The turmoil began to slowly rise in the crowd, as if the tune-modified strings were mixed into the normal sonata, gradually affecting all instruments and voices, distrust was occupying everyone's heart, the noise in the crowd The sound starts to heat up, like the pressure gradually rising under the pressure cooker, waiting for a small touch to release all the suppressed panic and negative emotions
Mo Yi secretly thought that something was wrong, but before he had time to speak, the situation in front of him suddenly changed without warning, like a storm gathering suddenly, which caught him off guard for a moment—
The rumors and gossip spit out from someone's mouth began to explode in the crowd quickly, like cold water dripping into a frying pan, the despair and fear that had been accumulated since the beginning of the dungeon turned into anger in the eyes of everyone Flowing out of the mouth, violently agitating in the air, fanaticism infected everyone like an incurable cancer, turning them from human beings who can think independently to beasts that are only dominated by their own emotions, and their sanity was dusted. He doesn't trust anyone but himself, and only instinctively attacks everyone around him to protect himself.
The premonition that Mo Yi had had since this dungeon finally happened.
There are too many people in the dungeon. This kind of mass panic will be transmitted to everyone, and instead will lead to large-scale internal strife and mutual attacks. There have been several such situations before, but they were all suppressed in time Come down, plus the time for everyone to enter the dungeon is not too long, and they can't be swallowed by fear and irrationality, but this time is different...
The players around them began to quarrel desperately, as if they wanted to express the desperation and fear suppressed in their hearts into angry words, and they began to attack everyone around them for no reason, counting every possible doubt about each other , almost convinced them themselves, the panic grew exponentially, and more and more gathered in the atmosphere around them.
Mo Yi's ears ached from the venting and panic-speaking accusations and vicious attacks. He frowned, but his gaze passed something inadvertently—
The secretly raised corners of the lips carried an undisguised gloom and pleasure, as if they were vicious flowers blooming in the mud.
His eyes froze, and he looked intently at the face of the smiling man—Li Wang.
Li Wang noticed Mo Yi's gaze, turned his gaze to look at him, the smile on his lips hadn't restrained, but slowly widened a bit.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi began to hear some clear and clear accusations from the crowd
"...Why did you come so late for tea yesterday? Where did you go?"
"Yes, yes, and I remember he didn't show up when he was supposed to assemble yesterday morning."
"He was also the first one to find the corpse before." "I often don't see him in the house." "Me too." "And he took us to the side hall where the oil paintings are placed. How could he Maybe you know so much, and have you found the room with oil paintings this week?" "No" "Me neither"...
The originally small and low-pitched discussion began to magnify gradually, turning into swords, guns and swords to attack Mo Yi. Everyone looked suspiciously at Mo Yi as if they had finally found their way. People or people who were accused began to turn to him, and became more excited in order to wash away their suspicions, as if they had seen the enemy in this world, as if placing such a crime on other people would guarantee their own safety. Safety.
Although I have never been taught this way, everyone knows that you are the safest only when you follow the emotions of everyone. This is like a rule that is subtly imprinted in the human soul. Will be fired up, bursting into roaring voices and red angry eyes.
Their false accusations and logic with countless loopholes constituted a hypocritical paper house, as long as it gets wet, it will turn into crumpled paper balls that stick wet to the dirty floor, but they However, it was constructed over and over again with words and emotions as if it was regarded as the truth, as if this was the anchor of the storm, and became the fulcrum for them not to be washed away and to survive.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and calmly watched the distorted faces of the crowd. His deep black eyes were calm, as if the target of their accusations was not himself, but other strangers.
He shrugged nonchalantly, then said softly, "Oh."
But obviously Wen Chen standing next to Mo Yi was not as calm as him.
His eyes sank slowly, a pair of light gray eyes glowed with an inorganic luster under the light, as if there was a mist flowing slowly in them, the cold seemed to be able to seep out ice slag, like a cold-blooded animal staring dangerously, the outline The deep and sharp facial features are so intrusive that it is difficult to look directly at them, almost making everyone who passes his gaze feel the coldness and pain as if being cut by a sharp blade.
Wen Chen took a step forward slowly, and the aura of his whole body spread to the surroundings instantly as if unrepressed, the oppressive feeling that made the eyes hurt and the throat tightened heavily on the hearts of every player, as if they were forced to stand The suffocation and heart palpitations from the top of the cliff swept over in an instant.
Mo Yi suddenly noticed that the accusations of the players seemed to be getting quieter, especially the few players closest to him began to tremble slightly, their pupils shrank, and cold sweat was faintly oozing from their foreheads, as if their throats had been stabbed by something. He was unable to make a sound as if something invisible was grabbing him, and his eyes were fixed on his side—
He realized something, and suddenly turned his head to look at Wen Chen who was standing beside him.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Mo Yi seemed to see a faint mist spreading from around Wen Chen's body, with a cold death breath spreading in the blind corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Wen Chen hanging pale by his side His fingers moved slightly, and he quickly reached out to grab his hand.
The fingers in the palm were as cold as ice, every inch of skin and every muscle was tense, trembling in Mo Yi's palm, as if there was some terrifying power hidden in it, screaming and roaring destructive emotions.
Mo Yi stroked the back of Wen Chen's hand with his thumb, and then squeezed it firmly—
He felt the cold fingers in his palm move slightly, and the tense muscles and skin relaxed imperceptibly. Wen Chen turned his head and glanced at Mo Yi.
Mo Yi finally saw Wen Chen's face clearly.
His brows were depressed heavily, his masseter muscles bulged due to force, and the original ferocity of choosing someone to devour spreads from the tense eyebrows and eyes.
Just when he thought that his silent persuasion was useless, the next second, Wen Chen took a deep breath slowly, the unstable factors in his eyes seemed to be under control, and the terrifying desire to destroy in the deep light gray slowly subsided. The ground was replaced by a stable and icy color, and the light and hazy mist around him slowly dissipated. He finally coldly glanced at the frightened people, then took a step back and stood beside Mo Yi.
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief silently, then raised his eyes to look at the crowd, with indifference and contempt no longer concealed in his eyes, as if the players in front of him were insignificant ants, he curled his lips, and finally looked deeply He glanced at Li Wang and Zhao Nan who were standing on the edge of the crowd, then turned to Wen Chen and said, "Let's go."
No one is stopping them.
No one dared to stop them.
When the figures of the two people disappeared from sight, the remaining players looked at each other in dismay, and then found that everyone was as pale and sweaty as himself, as if they had just broken free from inhuman fear , with an unconcealable tremor in their voices
"I thought... I was going to die."
Mo Yi dragged Wen Chen to another corridor of the house, leaving the other players far away, and didn't stop until he was sure that no one could hear or see him again.
Wen Chen's brows and eyes were serious, as if the emotions just now hadn't disappeared, he asked
"Why stop me?"
Mo Yi asked back, "Why do you want to punish them?"
Wen Chen raised his eyebrows, his eyes were once again bloodthirsty and cold, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed without the slightest warmth, "They slandered you."
There was a gloomy tone in his voice, and the corners of his lips slowly curved into a cold arc. He reached out and touched Mo Yi's side face, and said seriously, "It doesn't matter even if you kill them all. The game never Never limit me."
Mo Yi's brows and eyes began to become solemn, he took Wen Chen's palm on his cheek, and said
"no."
Wen Chen was stunned, and asked with some doubts, "Why? I thought you never cared about them."
Mo Yi nodded, "Yes, I really don't care about their life or death. Whether they were killed by a copy or by something else, I don't have any touch or objection."
After all, after starting the side storyline, most of the players will die in the sudden change of the dungeon. Caring about their lives is as ridiculous as making him give up thinking for Mo Yi.
He let out a long sigh and said slowly
"But that's not why I entered the dungeon this time, and..."
Mo Yi stopped halfway through his speech, and Wen Chen's incomprehensible expression flashed in his eyes. The words seemed to imply something. What Rou said—he said that he wanted to verify a guess.
Wen Chen calmed down from the emotion just now, held Mo Yi's palm with his backhand, inserted his fingers into the gaps between his fingers, and then tightened them slowly so that his cold palm and Mo Yi's palm fit tightly. Fitting together, as if every trace of the lines were deeply embedded in the ups and downs of the opponent's skin, his face finally became calm and gentle.
Wen Chen asked in a low voice, "Do you have any ideas?"
Mo Yi shook his head helplessly, "You know I can't say it."
He slowly narrowed his eyes, his deep black pupils were covered by long eyelashes, his expression was unpredictable, and he said softly, "But what I can say is that things went smoothly, and this dungeon is a testament to my guess. Very helpful."
Wen Chen nodded, and then continued to ask, "Are you still planning to find hidden branches in this instance?"
Mo Yi smiled, "Look for it, why don't you look for it."
He blinked at Wen Chen, and his expression became a little relaxed, but the thoughtful expression in his dark eyes was still accumulated in the depths of his eyes, which looked like smooth rocks left after the black lake water receded "only Only by finding the hidden branches of the dungeon can we get closer to the depths of the whole dungeon and help me further understand the entire game.”
Wen Chen nodded, staring deeply at Mo Yi with a pair of light-colored eyes, he put his cold forehead close to Mo Yi's, and after touching it lightly, he pulled away the distance, he said in a deep voice
"No matter what you want to do, please tell me if you need me to do it, even if there is a price, it doesn't matter."
The corners of Mo Yi's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes warmed slightly, "Okay."
After a brief exchange, the two turned around and walked out. The dark corridor around them looked illusory and lengthy under the dim light. There was a thick and soft carpet under their feet, and it was silent when they stepped on it. Mo Yi asked as he walked
"If you look at it from your perspective, what does the copy generally look like?"
"Well..." Wen Chen walked forward beside him, he pondered for a moment, and then replied slowly "... To me, these copies are a bit like movies I watched a long time ago. I know their appearance, but I can't know the specific plot and details. When I experience it, I will have an impression of what may happen next, but generally speaking, it is like being covered with a layer of veil. Difficult, the thicker the layer of veil, the harder it is for me to think about what will happen next."
Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully, and did not continue to ask further questions.
When they walked back to the hall, they found that the other players were gone. They seemed unwilling to face Mo Yi and Wen Chen who might come back at any time. The hall with only two people seemed empty.
Mo Yi looked around, then sneered coldly, at this moment, he seemed to suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said to Wen Chen, "By the way, I know why the total number of players has not decreased."
He took out the shard of the mirror from his pocket, and said, "Before they started pointing at me, I took the opportunity to look at each of their faces in the mirror while they were busy attacking each other, and there was a moment in the crowd. The individual is a marble statue, and his eyelids are white in the mirror, but, there is only one, but generally black has two victims, so I guess the butler I killed earlier may have taken the place of one of them. "
Hearing Mo Yi mentioned what happened just now, Wen Chen's brows and eyes darkened unconsciously again. He took a deep breath slowly, suppressed his emotions, and asked word by word, "What are you going to do?" ?”
Without warning, Mo Yi stretched out his hand and pinched Wen Chen's tense face again. Seeing his bewildered expression because he was caught off guard, he chuckled and said, "Don't get excited, I'm not going to do anything."
Wen Chen's expression collapsed in disappointment.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly, "I still want to know what it is trying to do, how could it be possible to expose it so early."
He smiled, looking calm and relaxed
"Besides, I hold a grudge very much. I just want to see what interesting things will happen between those players and this dummy."