The music stopped abruptly at this moment.
As if the invisible lead wire on the puppet was cut, the man who was dancing solo among the corpses and blood instantly lost the strength to support his body, and fell down in a sea of scarlet as if all the energy in his body had been drained.
The room like a slaughterhouse was dead silent, with a strong smell of rust floating in the air, broken limbs and internal organs were laid out on the blood-red floor, players in formal suits stood pale with pale severed limbs and bright red In the pool of blood, they still maintained the posture before the end of the music, as if they hadn't reacted yet.
The brass-colored door was slowly pushed open.
The butler in a pitch-black uniform stood at the door with the backlight. His dark eyes looked around the room that was as miserable as a purgatory on earth. The expression on his blurred and stiff face remained unchanged. The blood was printed in a strange light red, and his voice broke the silence:
"It's getting late now..."
At this moment, a hoarse and miserable howl sounded in the room, interrupting the butler's unfinished words—everyone with blank expressions looked towards the direction of the sound. Yes, he screamed in horror after finding himself lying in the corpses and plasma all over the place, but when he struggled to the back and tried to avoid retreating, he bumped into the half torn face behind him , an even more shrill scream burst out involuntarily from his throat.
His scream was like a sharp awl, deeply penetrating through the layer of protective cover in the name of numbness that the players built when they were too frightened and shocked, and dragged them back to this place surrounded by blood and corpses. And in the reality filled with death, they are forced to abandon the hood of self-protection, and face the cruel and vicious status quo nakedly—
The pale and stiff marble statue, the severed limb that was drained of blood and looked as pale as a stone statue, the pink texture exposed under the torn skin covered with blood, everything in the room turned into a sharp sword and pierced into everyone's eyes, bringing Terrifying visual impact.
The sound of retching resounded one after another in the closed room.
Not a single muscle on the butler's face was pulled, as if covered with a thick layer of plaster mask, he patiently continued his previous words and said:
"... You must be very tired."
The sound of crying broke down spread among the crowd, as if some switch had been turned on, and everyone started to run frantically to the outside of the dance floor, as if they were dealing with the plague, lest they would not be able to avoid it, while running, they vigorously wiped the splashed water on their bodies. The sound of retching became louder and louder.
The housekeeper turned a blind eye and continued: "Please follow the maid and go back to your room to rest. Tomorrow is the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. De Claude. Please rest fully and bring your invitation."
When the out-of-control players ran to the outside of the dance floor, Mo Yi still stood there quietly, his eyes focused on a certain point in the pool of blood, and he didn't know what he was looking at. When the collapsed players were led out of the room by the maids and stumbled towards the outside of the room, he also moved—but the direction he was facing was not the door.
I saw Mo Yi stepping over the corpse lying in a pool of blood, and quickly walked towards the center of the dance floor. He stopped his pace, bent down, and gently pinched the turquoise flower stem with his fingers, regardless of his fingertips being stained with bright red blood. Red, slowly picked up the rose that fell from the controlled player's pocket to the ground, its blooming shape had been crushed and scattered, it looked as if it had experienced a storm, delicate The petals like a girl's skin were dyed a strange red by fresh blood, and the blood drops precariously dripped down along the edge of the petals, falling into the sea-like blood on the ground—
tick.
Behind him came the butler's plain voice: "Dear guest, is there anything else you can do?"
His voice awakened Mo Yi from the state of trance. Mo Yi held the rose tightly with his blood-stained fingers, turned his head and looked behind him, and saw the butler standing quietly on the edge of the dance floor and staring at him. Qi's eyes were empty and cold, and a player in the distance noticed something strange here and turned his head to look.
Mo Yi shook his head calmly and said, "It's nothing."
After finishing speaking, he strode across the corpses and internal organs on the ground, walked out of the blood-filled dance floor, nodded to the butler nonchalantly, and then walked out the door following the maid who came forward, and the butler was also behind him They followed, and the scarlet room was left behind by them, and the brass-colored door slowly closed.
The relief on it seemed to be clearer than when Mo Yi saw it last time. The raised lines and lines on it reflected a faint and strange light in the dim light. This time he could clearly see a pattern engraved on it. ——Half of the painful and numb man's face was illuminated by the light, but the other half was hidden in the darkness, deep despair filled the lines between the lines, and the brass-colored eyes stared intently ahead. In the next second, as the door closed, the pattern was instantly swallowed up by the shadows, leaving only a bottomless darkness.
Mo Yi stared deeply at the back for the last time, then turned his head and followed the maid and walked out of the hall, all the way quietly lowering his eyes slightly, wondering what he was thinking about.
Even after returning to his room, he still kept silent, just sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, staring at the rose in his hand thoughtfully, the blood on it had dried up, and the rose seemed to be Withered as the water evaporated, the edges of the delicate petals curled up slightly from the lack of water, and felt fragile and dry.
Wen Chen silently accompanied him, and sat next to him on the edge of the bed.
Mo Yi turned his head to look at him as if he had been awakened, his fingers were still fiddling with the thin stems of the flowers unconsciously, he looked at Wen Chen, it seemed that it took him a while to finally recognize the person in front of him, and some Suddenly look.
Wen Chen raised his chin towards the rose in his hand, and asked softly:
"Why, did you find anything?"
Mo Yi looked at the rose in his hand as if waking up from a dream, the strength between his fingers relaxed slightly, the fragile and slender flower stems and the crumbling broken flowers fell from his palm, and hit the carpet in the room lightly, The blood-stained petals scattered with his movements like a funeral.
He shook his head: "Rose? I didn't find anything relevant."
Mo Yi's eyes fell on his blood-stained fingertips, and he continued in a trance:
"But about this dungeon, I found a lot."
Wen Chen's gaze became a little serious, and Mo Yi stood up from the bed, walked to the oil painting hanging at the door of the room, his eyes fell on the woman's closed eyes in the oil painting, and said softly: "Enter Since this dungeon, I have always felt a feeling of being watched, such as the looming sight when I walk in the corridor or when I pass by those marble statues, or the elusive ghost who always seems to know where I am The butler…”
He paused, as if he was pondering something, and then said slowly:
"Then, and over time, that feeling evolved into a feeling of being manipulated."
Wen Chen stared at him, his light gray pupils flickered with a slight light, he didn't speak, just quietly waiting for Mo Yi's next content.
I only heard Mo Yi continue to say: "I have basically gone through two weeks of reincarnation, but according to my observations and guesses, I actually think... this cannot be called reincarnation at all.
Reincarnation is just a reciprocation of the timeline, and the specific external material conditions and rigid requirements are fixed, but in the current appearance of this dungeon, the rules and elements can be flexibly mobilized and adjusted. Knowing the law of dungeon killings, on the premise that no one will be sacrificed at the ball, change the shape of the dead victim, and mix the marble statue into the crowd to prevent the possibility of not getting enough white paint at the dance the next night, and because The silver knife can print the face of the marble statue, so I replaced the tableware at the dinner tonight—I even suspect that it removed the silver knife from the banquet because I saw that I used the knife as a Mirror, so it is the first to act first. "
He said a long series of words in one breath, stopped to take a breath, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen and said slowly:
"Have you noticed that the changes and operations of these rules require a subject."
Wen Chen looked back into Mo Yi's dark eyes, and said softly:
"So you suspect... this dungeon can be manipulated? Behind all the behaviors and changes, there is an unknown subject hidden?"
Mo Yi nodded, his dark eyes shimmered, and the speed of his speech also accelerated unconsciously:
"Yes, from the phenomena I observed before, this copy obviously has two sets of rules, one is fixed and cannot be changed by humans, it is inherent in the copy itself, while the other is artificially defined Yes, it can be changed by the giver, just like a chess player can change his own layout, but cannot change the rules of chess. We are chess pieces, and the chess player wants us to treat the game he set up as The established rules of chess."
He let out a breath slowly, turned his head to look at the oil painting that hadn't changed from the beginning of the dungeon, and said quietly:
"Someone has been hiding in the dark and watching us quietly since the players entered the instance, observing, and even secretly manipulating our behavior."