The time soon reached 4:20 pm, Mo Yi and Wen Chen had already changed into the dresses they wore at the last dinner, and were waiting in the room for the maid to knock on the door and lead them to the hall where the dinner was held.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand and adjusted his bow tie slowly. He felt that his invitation card was placed in the inner pocket of the dress. With his movements, there was a slight rustling sound of paper rubbing against each other. The heavy invitation card was in the right pocket. The ring, with the cloth on his body, fell down slightly, bringing a sense of presence that was hard to ignore. He let out a breath slowly, and his dark eyes fell on the portrait at the door.
In the dark picture frame, a pale naked woman lay quietly on her back on the canvas, the dark red velvet wrinkled and undulated under her skin, her eyelids were closed tightly, it was impossible to tell if she was dead or alive, if she got close enough It was only then that she could see a thin red line across her slender neck, deeply hidden in the shadow of the undulating skin, almost hard to distinguish.
The look of the painting changed again.
Mo Yi remembered that with the passage of time, the blood on the neck of the portrait would gradually expand and deepen, and when it turned into a deep wound, it was time for this dungeon to attack the players living in the room.
And when he left in the morning, the wound on the portrait's neck was still fully identifiable, but when Mo Yi returned to the room, the portrait became what he saw when he first entered the copy—detailed The thin bright red silk thread was wrapped around the woman's pale neck, and it was impossible to notice it unless one looked closely.
Why is this
Could it be that the dungeon decided not to attack him anymore
After all, during this day, Mo Yi didn't see any sign of the phantom appearing, and passed the previous time without any risk of life.
He narrowed his eyes slowly, his pale face became more and more profound against the backdrop of the complicated collar, and there was an almost gloomy classical beauty between the dark brows.
The next second, there was a soft knock on the door.
Mo Yi withdrew his gaze, walked quickly to the door of the room, and stretched out his hand to open the door.
Outside the door was the familiar maid. She bowed deeply to the two of them and said, "Hi, dear guest, please follow me." After she finished speaking, she turned and walked forward.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen quietly followed her steps, followed her into the dark depths of the corridor, and while walking, they paid attention to the completely different path they took.
After the start of the second week, Mo Yi spent a lot of time trying to roughly explore the entire house. Although the bright and dark lines in the house are criss-crossed, the terrain is complex and irregular, but in the past few days During the exploration and search, Mo Yi almost outlined the shape of the entire house in his mind. Even without the guidance of servants or housekeepers, most of the important halls can be found. However, the hall they are going to tonight, Mo Yi has never found it. No matter which road he chooses or which fork he turns to, there is no corridor leading to that hall.
This means that their current destination cannot be reached without guidance.
Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, and the cold and dry air rushed into his chest cavity, bringing a slight tingling sensation.
He withdrew his gaze from the wall of the corridor beside him, and turned his head to look behind him calmly—the place he had already passed behind was pitch black, and it seemed that even the faint light of the passing wall lamp was merged Engulfed, almost no light and specific outlines can be seen, only bottomless and boundless darkness can be seen.
Mo Yi turned around and cast her thoughtful eyes on the maid walking in front of her. Her thin and withered figure was outlined in a dark shadow by the dim light, and a faint fan of light spread out under her feet. Watching her stride chopped up, walking on the ground—duh, duh.
The muffled sound was obscured by the carpet, and the slender ankle in sight stopped in the dividing line of light and shadow.
Mo Yi looked up along the figure of the maid, and saw that she was staring at him with those dark, empty eyes, and then she stretched out her hand to slowly open the door behind her, and the rich and colorful fragrance of flowers followed the door. The opening of the mouth, accompanied by the soft music mixed in the gaps in the air, flowed out, like a wind with life, instantly enveloping his senses all over the body.
The maid bowed deeply, her shadowy figure seemed to melt into the darkness cast by the open door.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked towards the room together.
There was a bright daylight above his head, which shot down from above without hiding. Mo Yi's eyes, which were used to the dark environment in the corridor, were a little uncomfortable and narrowed. He blinked his eyes covered with physiological tear film. Turn your eyes and look around the entire spacious and luxurious hall. The exquisite and luxurious ornaments on the walls are dazzling under the light. The beautiful marble statues are all over the room, and the aroma of food is echoing in the air.
Most of the players have already arrived, sitting in their seats peacefully. When they saw Mo Yi coming, they cast their eyes on him in unison, but then moved away unnaturally when Mo Yi looked over. or out of fear, or doubt, or some other reason.
The atmosphere instantly became awkward and tense, and the atmosphere in the morning continued to this moment without a pause.
Mo Yi didn't seem to be aware of this, and sat in the empty seat beside the table with his expression unchanged.
Before he sat down, he looked around the table lightly, only to find that there were no shiny silver knives on the table this time, only the fork was placed alone on the side of the plate, and he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.
It's kind of weird.
Mo Yi took out the mirror in his pocket, covertly and slowly included the players on the entire table into the mirror—
The player who he confirmed to be the marble statue in the morning was also on the list, except that his complexion was paler and stiffer than the other players, and there was almost no difference at all, but besides him, there were two more marble statues on the table.
Mo Yi stared at the player's pale face and colorless pale eyes in the mirror, which were separated by the cracks in the glass, and his heart shook slightly.
He retracted the mirror without a trace, and felt the beating speed of his heart in his chest accelerate a little.
Mo Yi recognized the faces of the two newly added marble statue players - in the last week, they handed the note on the back of the portrait to Mo Yi for viewing, and he clearly remembered the colors they corresponded to. is red.
That means that this dungeon is still killing people according to the color, but after killing people, it no longer directly discards the corpses on the scene, but replaces them with marble statues with the same face and mixes them into the player group, and it is still killing people of each color. Two players died, and one of the black ones was replaced by the butler Mo Yi smashed his head, while the red ones were still two people.
So... according to the rules Mo Yi observed in the portrait in his room, this dungeon was originally going to attack him, so why did he change his mind later
Mo Yi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but in the next second, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes widened slightly involuntarily.
… This time he didn’t eat.
After he found out that the food on his dinner plate was all red paint with the mirror shards he found in the side hall, he never ate anything again!
When each player dies, their corpses will show different colors, and the corresponding colors will also appear in the oil painting portraits in the side hall on the first floor. Then, the purpose of this dungeon is to use the pigments in the players' bodies to paint
—This means that in the last dungeon, they ate not only ordinary food, but the target’s dinner plate was also mixed with pigments of the same color as their corresponding color—and the mirror surface of the tableware was too Narrow and vague, and can't stay in the hand for too long, and no one thought that the mirror would be a key item in this dungeon, coupled with the sense of trust brought about by the rules of providing food in the game... No one found their own Food will be the paint.
Even Mo Yi was not too wary of the food on his plate last week.
And in this week, he accidentally discovered that his food turned out to be red pigment, so he didn't take it into his body at all, then this dungeon lost the reason to kill him, so he gave up on him and turned to other Players who eat red paint paint the color from their bodies on the canvas in the side hall.
So when he returned to the room, he found that the oil paintings hanging in his room had returned to their original state.
That's because this week's red has been filled.
The clues are connected into a clear vein in the mind, as clear and conspicuous as the meandering blood vessels in the pink texture of the human body.
Mo Yi let out a breath slowly, his eyes fell on his slightly curled fingers on the table, and his knuckles turned slightly bluish under the exertion. At this moment, the other players finally arrived. They sat down at the table one by one, and as they arrived, the dishes were delivered to the table like flowing water between the pale fingers of the servants, with an attractive luster under the light, and a strong fragrance, but they understood the killing in the copy. Mo Yi, who is regular, lost his appetite when looking at them, so he barely moved a few mouthfuls before putting down the tableware.
The meal was over quickly.
The players knew what was going to happen next, so they all waited nervously.
The male servant from last time came over, led everyone away from the dining table, and walked into the depths of the room.
The huge brass-colored gate stands in front of you, and the relief on it is shrouded in dim light, winding and undulating as if alive. The heavy texture makes your heart tense just by looking at it—from Mo Yi’s perspective I can vaguely see the scales and half of the engraved images on it, which seem to be many, many... images of people.
The broken eyebrows and limbs stretched out from the blurred light, just coincident with the picture in memory.
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously took a step forward—
Although he was not very sure last time, but this time he was absolutely right...
This is the door for the wedding!