Mo Yi was startled by the sudden voice from behind, subconsciously put the white cloth in his hand back on the dark coffin in the center of the hall, and then quickly dodged behind, his whole figure was covered by the coffin Deep shadows envelop, as if blending into it.
He held his breath, feeling the hem of the white cloth slightly scratching his cheeks, bringing a slight itchiness.
There was a slender shadow on the ground gradually approaching. Under the dim light in the side hall, the dark figure of the visitor slowly appeared in Mo Yi's line of sight. He looked around the room indifferently, The blurry face flashed in front of Mo Yi's eyes - Mo Yi couldn't help but slightly widen his eyes.
Although it is not very clear under the light, one thing is certain.
Mo Yi had never seen this man before.
Not the housekeeper, nor anyone in the house, but a completely unfamiliar face.
The flame of hope ignited in Mo Yi's heart, almost dispelling the cold that was slowly occupying his body again, he seemed to be able to hear the beating sound of his own heart.
if…
Before Mo Yi could come up with a reason, he saw the man in the darkness slowly stepping over the withered roses placed in front of the portrait. The yellow and brittle petals were broken under the hard soles of his shoes. With a soft "pull" sound, it was crushed into scattered pieces and buried deeply in the thick and soft carpet.
He walked into the depths of the side hall without pausing.
Mo Yi's eyes turned slowly, closely following the man's figure, and when he turned his face halfway, his eyes suddenly met a pair of eyes hidden in the white cloth beside him.
The dark and ferocious eyeballs stared at Mo Yi closely through the gaps between the heavy fabrics, making his body tense instantly, the adrenaline soared extremely high, the heartbeat almost burst through his chest, and Mo Yi quickly stretched out his hand Covering his mouth and nose, he blocked his sudden rapid breathing and the sound that might escape from his mouth in his throat.
But he still inevitably made some slight noises.
The pace of the man who was walking towards the depths of the side hall suddenly stopped.
Mo Yi felt the coldness in his body rushing towards him again like a snake that had been lurking for a long time, and the icy chill crawled all the way along his back. He gritted his teeth, his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about everything Possibility of escape - the scene in front of him is absolutely impossible to be a simple memory picture, otherwise the characters and scenery in it cannot be affected and changed by him, so once discovered, it is almost impossible to avoid it while he is still in the cooldown period of the item. Can be avoided, there is only one dead end!
The dark eyeballs beside him were still silently spying in the darkness.
But all of Mo Yi's attention was focused on the man standing deep in the hall, he turned around slowly, his pale side face was blurred and indifferent in the darkness, Mo Yi couldn't see his face clearly expression, he could only press his cold fingers harder on the lower half of his face, trying to reduce his breathing, heartbeat and sense of presence.
I saw that the man did not cast his gaze at him, but slowly stretched his hand towards the tall furniture covered by the white cloth in front of him, and then grabbed the white cloth and pulled it hard. Mo Yi saw that the white cloth covered the tall furniture. It was also a pitch-black coffin, but this coffin was much larger than the one Mo Yi had seen before. The dark and thick wood was obviously valuable, and it was painted with a pitch-black and smooth coating. Covered with countless fine gold threads, it looks luxurious and gorgeous, shimmering under the light.
The material of the coffin made Mo Yi's heart skip a beat.
He recalled the portraits in his room and the frames of the portraits in the wing...
Could it be made of coffins? !
He sank his heart and continued to look at the scene in front of him, only to see that the man slowly raised the other hand that had been hanging down from just now, and Mo Yi was surprised to find that his hand was so thin that it was almost The skinny hand was tightly holding a handful of roses, and the sharp thorns on it had not been removed, piercing his hand holding the flower branch, and dark red blood slowly dripped down his fingers , falling drop by drop on the coffin.
The man slowly let go of his fingers holding the rose branch, and placed the bouquet of roses squarely in front of the coffin.
Then he turned and left - but this time, he finally stopped in front of the portrait hanging on the wall.
I saw his dark and thin figure standing quietly in front of the portrait, blocking Mo Yi's gaze. Mo Yi could only look over his shoulder to see the dark and gentle eyes of the woman in the portrait, silently staring into the darkness. .
I saw the man leaning over slowly, pressing his palm on the wall with the oil painting, and then slowly pressing his lips against the portrait, as if quietly kissing the lips of the person in the painting.
After finishing this ritual action, the man straightened up slowly, and then strode towards the door of the side hall.
The sound of the door hinge opening and closing sounded in the quiet and empty hall, and the light from outside the corridor flickered across the ground. Immediately afterwards, the room returned to its previous silence and desertedness.
Mo Yi waited until he couldn't hear the footsteps outside the door at all, then put down his already stiff palm covering his mouth, let out a long and soundless breath, and slowly looked at the man behind the white cloth who was staring at him closely. His eyeball, when he looked at it again, his heart skipped a beat again. He collected himself, stretched out his hand to grab the cloth covering it, and then pulled it off forcefully—
In front of him was another coffin.
But unlike the other coffins, this coffin was not tightly closed, and there was a wide gap in the coffin board, and those eyes were peeping out from the gap in the coffin.
Mo Yi inserted his fingers into the gaps in the coffin boards, and then lifted up with all his strength. After hearing a few tooth-piercing squeaks, the cover that was not very concealed was completely lifted, "Kang Dang "It fell to the ground with a bang, revealing the scene below—
I saw a person lying in a distorted posture inside. He raised an arm in front of his body, as if he was pushing upwards against the coffin cover covering his body, and his blue-gray fingers were stiff and fixed. In mid-air, it seemed that he was trying his best to claw at the crack of the coffin, but his dark and empty eyes were struggling to look out of the crack of the coffin, as if he was still looking for the hope of life.
He was put in the coffin alive.
According to the rigor on the body, he seemed to have died only recently.
Mo Yi frowned slightly and stared at him quietly. He stretched out his fingers tentatively and lightly touched the figure of the corpse lying on its side in the coffin. Under his slight touch, the corpse seemed to lose its shape. After losing the balance, the whole thing suddenly fell back into the coffin.
He couldn't help being slightly taken aback, his eyes were attracted by the top of the corpse's head—
A huge hole was shattered on the skull of the corpse, and the scalp disappeared, revealing thick white bones and a large hole. Milky white brains and scarlet blood hung on the edge of the wound, and a guide tube protruded from the large hole in the skull. Inside, the brains in the skull were pulled out, and there seemed to be something left in the hose.
Mo Yi raised his arm, stretched out his hand to pinch the hose, and then squeezed it out hard.
I saw the pitch-black liquid slowly dripping outwards, exuding a familiar sweet and greasy fragrance, and the liquid dripping on the ground showed a familiar texture under the light, Mo Yi was slightly taken aback, and took a closer look —
That's right, paint.
Immediately afterwards, it seemed that due to encountering the air, the jet-black paint dripping on the ground gradually changed color, turning into a dark, dirty dark gray, and the sweet and weird aroma seemed to be more intense, like a living thing invading the human senses.
Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds, his eyes gradually darkened.
Therefore, the brains of corpses can be made into pigments, but the pigments will change color and become gray shortly after encountering air, and those strange fragrances come from these pigments. If you connect the clues you got before, can it be said... This dungeon is to take out the brains of players who ingested ordinary pigments and make them into special pigments that emit fragrance, and then treat the pair that is hung on the side? Coloring the portraits in the hall...
Then the corpse in front of me should have ingested black pigment...
Thinking of this, Mo Yi slowly looked down—
The face of the corpse in front of him became stiff and distorted due to the fear of death, but his facial features were still clearly discernible, and Mo Yi could outline such a face in his mind even with his eyes closed.
housekeeper.
The man who died in this coffin was the housekeeper.
His face was distorted, his empty and pitch-black eyeballs were fixedly staring at the void, his mouth was wide open as if he was screaming silently, the gaps between his teeth and the coating of his tongue were dark black, just the remnants of black paint.
After being shocked, Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly. He remembered that when he smashed the marble butler, the black, white and red liquid that flowed out of his brain was black, white and red paint... Rather than the same color of black.
So is it possible that the single color is extracted from the corpse, and the three colors are mixed... Will there be other different effects
Like... manipulating marble statues
Like marionettes on strings, paint is the tool for manipulating marble statues.
Mo Yi straightened up slowly, his eyes were dark, his eyes were still locked on the body of the housekeeper lying in the coffin, his face was slightly condensed.
In that case, the servants in the entire house should be dead, and they are likely to be the first victims of the mastermind behind the scenes.
—And now serving them in the house are all marble statues controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes.
Mo Yi let out a breath slowly, looked into the depths of the side hall, and saw in the dark place shrouded in shadows, was the dark coffin wrapped with gold threads, on which lay a bunch of brightly colored coffins quietly. The dripping roses are extraordinarily glaring under the cover of darkness.
In fact, up to now, there are still some gaps and inconsistencies in this story that have not been filled. If you want to prove whether your conjecture is true or not, there is only one way...
Mo Yi was thinking, turning around and walking towards the coffin, but before his fingers touched its smooth surface, he felt a huge gravitational force coming from behind him, pulling him into the dark and silent chaos .
The cold that seemed to have become dull and weak before swept across in an instant, submerging Mo Yi from the beginning to the end like an overwhelming wave.
Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes.
The familiar top painting on the ceiling appeared in his vision.