Could it be that everything before... was a dream
Mo Yi stared blankly at the ring on his ring finger. There seemed to be blood flowing slowly in the sharp-edged ruby, which was full of blood under the light. He blinked slowly, his mind changed from the drowsy state just now. After waking up from the state, the ignorant and dazed look in the dark eyes slowly receded.
Won't.
What he saw before was too clear and vivid, and it was impossible for a simple dream to explain it.
Mo Yi gently turned the ring at the root of his finger in a daze, the cold metal under his fingertips had already been stained with the temperature of his own fingers, and he was ironing his skin properly—if it wasn't a dream, then it was probably this Mei Jie instructed him to see the scene, but what Mo Yi didn't know was, was the scene he saw in that room real-time? Or, is it just a memory in the ring
He slowly took the ring off his ring finger, put it in his palm and looked at it. The unfinished oil painting I saw in that room before flashed through my mind. In the picture, the woman's dark eyes gazed affectionately out of the picture, and her rosy face was bright and vivid. It was the painting in the side hall. The subject of the hanging portrait—in this case, the second explanation is more plausible.
So... what the ring showed him was the process of completing the painting
Mo Yi slowly tightened his fingers thoughtfully, and then put the ring, which was still warm, back into his pocket. Just as he straightened up and was about to turn over and get out of bed, his peripheral vision glanced at the ring he put on before turning off the light. Roses on a low cabinet by the bed.
The petals have withered as if lacking moisture, and even the stems are glowing with a lifeless withered yellow color, and there are dark brown blood stains on the shriveled petals, looking like a corpse that has lost all vitality.
He stretched out his hand to pick up the withered rose, but the moment it left the cabinet, it seemed to lose all its strength, and the petals on the branch that had lost water and color fell down one after another, the moment it touched the ground. It turned into ashes, leaving only bare flower branches in his palm, looking depressed and lonely.
There was a slight pressure on the shoulders.
Mo Yi turned his head slightly, and happened to meet Wen Chen's gaze. There seemed to be some deep and silent emotion in those almost inorganic eyes, as if they were conveying wordless concern. Mo Yi retracted his fingertips slightly, casually tossed aside the flower branch in his hand, then shook his head lightly: "It's okay."
Before yesterday, he was not without loss and irritability.
However, after inferring that the manipulator behind this dungeon is not a certain established rule as before, but another existence with the same intelligence as the players, Mo Yi basically knew why he was very It is difficult to find the key clues in the dungeon—because in the past, he alone overcame the fixed obstacles in the dungeon to find the clues, but now, there is another existence sitting on the opposite side of the chessboard, hiding the clues when Mo Yi is looking for them, even it will be irrelevant The clues were released to confuse his sight and the other party was in the dark while he was in the light, which caused Mo Yi to be at a disadvantage from the very beginning.
That's why he felt that there were many and complicated clues in this dungeon, but he just couldn't find anything that could touch the core of the dungeon...
However, it is not hopeless now.
Because there are still some established rules in this dungeon, and both Mo Yi and the opponent have to be restricted by the same rules, so now, his hope of making a comeback rests on these established things. Only by obeying the rules can we get rid of the situation of being controlled by others, so that the two sides are finally in the same position to play games.
According to the previous experience, no one will die on the third day. Although it means that the player is confined to his room and cannot move, it is also the day with the fewest possible changes in the instance.
Mo Yi knew that the third day was a watershed, but he didn't know how to do it.
So... we can only play by ear when the time comes.
Mo Yi let out a long sigh of relief, and then put his legs on the ground violently, his whole body was bounced onto the bed, the soft velvet quilt under his body was swayed by his weight, his legs crossed, Bend his arms under the back of his head, and stare straight at the intricate patterns on the ceiling.
The bed beside him sank slightly, and Mo Yi turned his head to look at his side, only to see Wen Chen also lying beside him, imitating his appearance, staring at the ceiling with the same posture, when he found that Mo Yi threw After seeing him, Wen Chen turned his cheek and looked back, with a slight smile on his lips:
"Why, can't I be lazy too?"
Mo Yi laughed lightly, his chest vibrated slightly with the laughter: "I didn't say I was going to be lazy."
Wen Chen propped himself up on his elbows, and leaned over to kiss him.
He let go of Mo Yi's lips, and kissed his forehead lightly, his deep voice was as warm as fluffy cotton under the sun: "I think you should be lazy."
Mo Yi blinked, staring at the small image of himself in Wen Chenqi's eyes, with a smile on his lips:
"After it's over, maybe."
The emotion in Wen Chen's eyes was unpredictable, he pursed the corners of his lips slightly, leaned down and rubbed Mo Yi's with his icy cheek, and said softly: "Okay, that's the deal."
Breakfast and the dresses needed for the wedding were delivered like last time. This time, Mo Yi was able to watch the strange and weird scene outside the door calmly. The waiting time today was too long. Be patient and relax—before six o’clock in the afternoon, Mo Yi began to rummage in the room that he might have left unsearched last time, but found no new clues.
Although it wasn't very surprising, I still felt faintly disappointed in my heart.
At 5:30 in the afternoon, there was a familiar knock on the door.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen had already put on the dresses they had prepared, walked quickly to the door, and opened the door that could be turned—
The butler's familiar face slowly appeared behind the door. Mo Yi looked over his shoulder to the back, and saw that behind the butler had turned into the same vertical corridor as last time, starting from the open door and heading towards the darkness. The depths extend straight, silently leading to the unknown distance.
They followed the butler and walked forward along the corridor. The thick carpet absorbed all the sound of footsteps, and the darkness and silence of the tomb enveloped the figures of the three of them. The repetitive and monotonous scenes made people feel a little bit sleepy.
Finally, the butler who was walking in front of him stopped, and the familiar brass door appeared in front of his eyes. The dim light made a shallow reflection on the raised relief on the door, and the painful face of the man carved on the door stared in the dark Looking at the three of them, their half-naked bodies were tense, as if they were lifting something with all their strength—
The butler's figure blocked Mo Yi's probing line of sight. He stretched out his pale and thin palm towards Mo Yi, his dark, empty eyes stared at his face indifferently, and his voice was flat without any ups and downs:
"Please show me your invitation."
Mo Yi took out the gold-plated invitation from his pocket and handed it to the butler.
The butler took the invitation and opened it. After examining it carefully, he handed the invitation back to Mo Yi. On his stiff face, there was a polite smile that was exactly the same as usual, and he turned to the door behind him. push away—
"Please."
The dazzling white light hit, and the pale hall slowly spread out in front of his eyes. Both the tables, chairs and gauze curtains were extremely clean white. Mo Yi narrowed his stinging eyes slightly, and walked without stopping Walking into it, the brass-colored door closed behind him, also blocking Wen Chen's figure outside, and a soft rattling sound sounded behind him, and Mo Yi knew that it was the pale color of the wall that pushed the brass into the door. There was a sound of the dark door covering, but he didn't look back, just walked forward along the lifeless hall.
He passed through the white curtain that blocked his eyes, and the familiar scenery appeared in front of his eyes.
At the end of the pale room was an altar surrounded by blood-red roses. The bloodstains on the snow-white carpet, as bright as blood, seemed to have not dried up, piled up layer upon layer, enclosing the entire altar. All the seats beside him were filled with guests in black dresses, and there were still vacant seats in the front to sit down.
Mo Yi did not rush forward this time, but began to carefully examine the guests of the marble statues one by one. He unexpectedly found that although all the faces of the marble statues were stiff and pale, but, Everyone's faces are different, from race to facial features, as if everyone is a different person.
Mo Yi recalled the player he saw turned into a marble statue, and an idea popped up in his mind.
Could it be... every marble statue here was once a living person
He slowly took a deep breath, and then slowly walked forward along the central road, observing everyone's faces more carefully while walking—
Suddenly, Mo Yi noticed that the face of one of the marble statues turned out to be the maid who once guided him.
If my previous guess was correct... then were all the servants in this house once victims? That is to say... They were all living people at one time
He froze for a while, before he had time to do anything, he only heard a player's voice coming from the front:
"Hey! Here! What are you waiting for!"
Mo Yi came back to his senses, he looked down at his watch: it will be six o'clock soon.
He walked quickly to the front, found his seat and sat down, then quietly stared at his dial, the pointer was ticking, walking forward without stopping, just two minutes before six o'clock , The sound of the door opening slowly sounded, and then, the endless darkness swallowed the pale color, attacking everyone with an unstoppable momentum!
The players around were no longer as panicked as before, they just closed their eyes quietly, anxiously waiting for the darkness to come, waiting for the opening of the last week.
Like other players, Mo Yi did not move.
With his eyes open, he stared fixedly into the depths of the darkness, as if waiting for something. The blackness spread so fast that it came to him almost in the blink of an eye, just a second before the darkness engulfed him. Yi exerted force with his fingertips and ruthlessly crushed the glass ball he was holding onto his fingertips, the expression in his dark eyes was serene and indifferent.
The action is without hesitation, simply and neatly.
— This is the first time he uses props in the instance.