Mo Yi was dripping with cold sweat, his pupils shrunk slightly, and he stared blankly at the ceiling above his head. Waves of cold swept from his bones, freezing his skeletal muscles and skin along his meridians and blood vessels. .
He slowly moved his stiff and cold fingers that looked like stone carvings, and tremblingly tore off the ring that was stuck on the base of his finger. The uneven protrusions on the inside of the ring crushed the frozen numb skin under uncontrollable force. There was a slight itchy pain on his face, perhaps because his movements were too large, and Wen Chen asked softly in his ear:
"… What's wrong?"
Mo Yi pursed his blue lips, did not answer directly, but asked in an uncontrollable trembling voice:
"Also, how long is left?"
Wen Chen answered very quickly, as if he had been paying attention to the passage of time:
"Forty-five minutes."
Mo Yi slowly closed his eyes, and his frozen brain was slowly calculating. It has only been ten minutes since he last looked at his watch. It's different, maybe that's why the cold I feel when I'm in it will weaken.
He can no longer think any deeper now, his mind is numb and distracted to the point where he can hardly concentrate, let alone organize the clues he just got into lines.
Mo Yi closed his eyes and used all his strength to resist the cold inside his body. The sound of his teeth chattering became all he could hear in his ears. Other sounds seemed to come from thousands of miles away. It seemed to come from outside, distant and vague, as if shrouded in a thick layer of gauze.
Wen Chen quietly stared at Mo Yi's pale face with his eyes closed tightly, his face was as if covered in frost, without a trace of blood, a slight tremor came from the thin body wrapped in the quilt, Wen Chen bit Clenching his teeth, he felt that his body was also falling into the abyss with Mo Yi. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips on Mo Yi's cold forehead. A sense of powerlessness invaded every part of his body. An inch of sensory, paranoid pain spread in the bottom of his heart, but he clenched his teeth tightly without making any sound, for fear of disturbing Mo Yi in the slightest.
The two hugged each other quietly on the bed, as if time stood still and the years passed.
Finally, after an unknown period of time, Mo Yi felt the beast-like cold in his body receding slowly, his frozen body and mind gradually woke up, his senses seemed to regain their sensitivity, and he felt the coldness on his body. His clothes were soaked in cold sweat and stuck tightly to his cold skin, sticky and damp, his hands and feet gradually warmed up, and Mo Yi could almost hear the sound of his own blood resuming its flow in his blood vessels.
He opened his eyes, just in time to meet Wen Chen's gaze staring at him tightly.
Wen Chen saw Mo Yi opened his eyes, they lit up suddenly, and asked in a hasty tone:
"Are you feeling okay?"
Mo Yi struggled to sit up from the bed, pulled out his arms bound by thick goose down, tentatively moved his muscles and joints that had become stiff due to inactivity for too long, and then spit out a long The tone and voice are a bit dry:
"… much better."
He glanced down at the watch on his wrist—exactly three hours, not one minute more and one minute less.
Mo Yi thought bitterly: at least in this respect, the game is not cheating.
Wen Chen raised his hand to put the quilt back on Mo Yi's body, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Don't move, you haven't fully recovered yet." After speaking, he firmly tucked the quilt back, his light gray eyes Hidden in it is an unshakable determination.
Mo Yi sighed helplessly, moved his arms, and scattered the quilt again:
"I'm really fine. The cold was just a matter of that period of time. After the side effects disappeared, I returned to normal."
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something, and asked, "By the way, is breakfast delivered this morning?"
Wen Chen nodded, raised his hand to pick up the full tray from the side table, and turned to look at Mo Yi: "I checked with the mirror fragments you got earlier, the food is fine, are you hungry? "
Mo Yi shook his head.
The side effects left over from the cold just now are still tormenting him, the internal organs in the abdominal cavity are as cold as if frozen in ice, which makes him have no appetite now.
According to the previous reasoning, there will be pigments mixed into the food from this meal, but this time the breakfast is not pigments... Then it is very likely that the person behind this dungeon discovered the clues he got, knowing that such Behavior won't work, that's why you give up targeting yourself.
Mo Yi couldn't help feeling mixed feelings—although the hidden worries about food in the future will be much smaller, but in the current situation where the enemy is dark and we are clear, the more cards in his hand are exposed, the less advantage he has, and he is likely to be targeted by the opponent deal with.
He took a deep breath slowly, sorting out the clues he got before in his heart.
From the phenomena exposed now, a general story line can basically be summed up—according to the large number of portraits and marble statues in the house before, Mr. Claus should be an artist, and the woman in the portrait should be his dead Wife, and killing all the servants in his house and extracting their brains to make special paints, it is very likely to resurrect her.
But... There are still many unreasonable things about this dungeon.
And how does the repainting of the portrait relate to the resurrection of the wife? What's going on with this reincarnation
Mo Yi frowned, but he couldn't figure it out—pure conjecture and reasoning are useless now, it's better to go to the scene to take a look, he lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and assured Wen Chen that he was completely After recovering their health, they managed to get Wen Chen's suspicious approval, and the two walked out of the room one after the other.
The corridors and halls are empty, and the remaining players should have finished exploring and returned to their rooms by now.
Mo Yi, on the other hand, walked quickly towards the side hall in the hall on the first floor.
This time, he opened the door of the side hall in the same way as last week.
He pushed open the door of the side hall, and the dark room was illuminated by the flashlight in his hand. The dark room was filled with furniture covered in white cloth, which looked quiet and eerie, while the familiar portrait was quietly Hanging in the depths of the darkness, the white cloth on it was lifted, and the face with blurred portraits was quietly staring at Mo Yi in the shadows.
Mo Yi hastily withdrew his gaze, then walked quickly to the depths of the room, stretched out his hand and lifted off the white cloth covering the countless bumps in the darkness—the mahogany furniture was revealed, although it had become mottled due to the passage of time, But still thick and strong.
His expression didn't change, but he walked quickly to the thing next to it that was covered by a white cloth, and then lifted the white cloth covering it—it was still furniture.
Mo Yi began to lift all the white cloths in the room one by one, and Wen Chen followed his example and checked the things under the white cloths in the opposite direction. The white cloth picked up countless fine dust and flew in the air illuminated by the light. The cold room was filled with an unpleasant smell of decay and dust.
Furniture, furniture, furniture…
After checking countless furniture under the white cloth, Mo Yi stopped.
The white cloth he held between his fingers fell silently to the ground, looking like a white river flowing from his hands to the ground. In front of him was a thick, dark coffin standing quietly on the ground illuminated by the flashlight. Ahead, the stale smell was disgusting in the dark, but Mo Yi's eyes lighted up slightly.
After the first coffin was found, other coffins began to appear one by one.
The scattered pitch-black coffins looked slightly creepy in the darkness.
It seems that the behind-the-scenes of this dungeon had already considered the possibility that the player would lift the white cloth for inspection when arranging the side hall, so they hid these coffins in the depths of the room, because there are too many things in the entire side hall, Few players will check what is under the white cloth one by one. After checking a part, they will lose interest and preconceive that other things in the room are just furniture.
Mo Yi raised his head and stared at the pitch-black coffin standing in front of his eyes.
The lid of the coffin was lifted slightly, revealing a dark gap, from which the dark skinny hand bones protruded a little, the skin and flesh on it had peeled off, leaving only the thick bones, as if they were still pushing the coffin towards Pulling away, trying to break free.
This is the butler's coffin.
Although this proves the authenticity of what I saw, but...
The coffin is still intact up to now, and the lid has not been lifted, and it has maintained the appearance that it has never been touched. This shows that Mo Yi's actions on the surrounding scenery in the previous scene have not been continued until now. In the later reality, then it is absolutely not that Mo Yi has returned to the past... Then what could it be
Is it a memory that can be touched
Just when Mo Yi was puzzled, he heard Wen Chen's voice not far behind, he turned around and saw Wen Chen looking down at a huge coffin in front of him, The dark and heavy wood above is inlaid with thin gold wires.
— Mrs. Claus's coffin!
Mo Yi's eyes lit up, and he put the white cloth in his hand on the furniture beside him, and then walked quickly towards Wen Chen's direction, but before he reached Wen Chen's side, he couldn't help but slightly trembled. After a pause, he looked over the coffin to a corner of the room.
I saw a vague white figure standing quietly in that deep and dark corner.