The remaining paint on the ground quickly solidified, hard and cold, congealed between the soft piles of the carpet, raised like ugly brightly colored scars.
Mo Yi was panting, his cold palms firmly supported the wall beside him, and he slowly got up on the ground.
The paint covering his body was also completely dry at this moment, and it cracked into hard pieces as he moved, and fell from his body onto the carpet.
Mo Yi bent down and patted the crumbs of paint on his body, shaking the colorful crumbs from his clothes to the ground, and then walked towards the door at the end of the corridor—the door was completely covered by solidified paint, and it was almost hard to recognize now Already, the completely dried paint squeezed out from under the door of the side hall and through the cracks of the door like a bloated sarcoid, filling the end of the corridor completely, with deep shadows tightly overlapping each other.
He tentatively reached out and pushed hard.
But the gate in front of him seemed to be poured with copper and iron, and there was no sign of moving at all.
Wen Chen's familiar voice sounded behind him: "It's gone now."
Hearing the sound, Mo Yi turned his head and looked behind him, only to see Wen Chen walking slowly from not far away, and finally stood beside him, he raised his head slightly, his light gray eyes stared straight at the paint-covered The door, as if you can see through the door into the room:
"The wing has been filled with paint."
Mo Yi took a few steps back, narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and unconsciously pursed the corners of his lips—he hadn't searched too many places in the side hall, especially those newly discovered coffins, and now But he completely lost the opportunity, which made Mo Yi feel a little frustrated.
He looked down at the watch on his wrist:
It's getting late, it's time to go back to your room and wait for the servants to lead the players to afternoon tea.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked out of the corridor together, and they walked back to their room through the empty hall and stairs, waiting for the maid to arrive.
However, when the pointer pointed to 2:40, there was no knock on the door of the room.
Mo Yi frowned as he watched the second hand on the dial slide slowly and evenly around. Just after passing the top 12 o'clock, the minute hand moved slowly by one space, just staggering the complete division on the dial. Line—it's two forty-one.
However, there was no knocking or footsteps outside the thin door panel, and it was still quiet.
Mo Yi stood up from the bed, paced slowly in the room, frowning, as if thinking about something.
According to the rules in the dungeon he found before, the reincarnation of this dungeon should be divided into two categories, one of which is fixed and no one can change it, such as the timeline of three days before the wedding And the day of the wedding, while the other one can be controlled by the person hiding behind the scenes at other times. He can control all the servants in the house, and even choose the strategy of hunting players. If you look at it according to this logic Come on, attending afternoon tea should be the second type.
But... why did it suddenly change
Mo Yi lowered his head for the third time to look at the watch on his wrist, and the pointer on it had already pointed to 2:43.
Three minutes had passed since the maid was supposed to arrive.
Mo Yi felt that he couldn't wait any longer. He quickly stepped forward and opened the door, poked his head out to observe carefully—only to see that there was no one in the corridor, and it was so quiet that he could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground. After a slight pause, after thinking carefully for a few seconds, he walked towards the hall.
Not long after he arrived in the lobby, some players who found something was wrong also ran out of their rooms one after another, and began to whisper in doubt. Everyone seemed a little uneasy. Mo Yi slowly looked around at all the players present, but found that Li Wang and Zhao Nan were not among them, so he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.
Where would they go under such circumstances
Some players in the crowd suggested to go to the room where the afternoon tea was held, so one of the players who remembered the route led them to the familiar light green room—the room was empty, and the dead silence seemed to dye the warm green wallpaper. It was covered with a light gray layer, and all the furniture stayed in their original positions lifelessly, and the room without the aroma of tea and snacks seemed extraordinarily silent.
No one is in the room.
The uneasy atmosphere began to expand into dizzy and scattered ripples, which seemed to be pressed in the air like heavy moisture. No one knew why the rules in the dungeon changed suddenly, where did the servants in the house go, and did not know such a change What kind of impact will it bring to them, the only thing they can be sure of is that the variables that appear in this last reincarnation will definitely not be a good thing for them.
Some panicked players decided to look for the missing servant doors that disappeared without a trace in the mansion. Everyone began to disperse, searching aimlessly in the huge and complicated mansion. After more than an hour, the players They regrouped one after another, and all of them returned without success and gained nothing.
The whole house seemed to be empty, without a single figure.
The servants and housekeepers who had existed disappeared without a trace among the luxurious baroque housing structures like phantoms, and there was not even a trace of their existence.
Although all the players agreed that all the servants in this dungeon looked quite scary, but when they couldn't find them at this moment, everyone fell into panic and intensified panic.
The players of Liushenwuzhu all looked at Mo Yi, who had been standing silently at the end of the line since just now, and everyone turned to him for help.
After the dance party last week, the suspicion that Mo Yi was an undercover dungeon was basically cleared up. After all, those real marble statues mixed into the players showed their true colors when they danced, but because everyone was caught at the time The trend of accusing and doubting Mo Yi swept across, and under the catalysis of the dangerous environment of the dungeon, he showed his most ferocious face. The quarrel with Mo Yi was too rigid, so no one could have the courage to pull his face down and apologize to him.
Now after spending so long in the dungeon, even the players who don't have any insight can almost vaguely perceive that Mo Yi is probably the most experienced and powerful player in the whole dungeon, but also the most incomprehensible Yes, plus that boyfriend who has always been inseparable by his side and has a terrifying and unfathomable aura. If the atmosphere hadn't been stirred up last time, no player would have the guts to touch their bad luck.
No one knows how well Mo Yi has mastered this dungeon now, but judging from his previous appearance, he probably got more clues than the other players in the whole dungeon combined.
So in the current situation of confusion, all players place their hopes on Mo Yi, who seems to have the most information.
Mo Yi seemed to feel the real gaze of the crowd, and slowly raised his head in a daze, but was startled by the eager gazes cast by countless pairs of eyes, and took a step back involuntarily—
What happened
Is he going to take the blame again
Players, look at me and I look at you. After being silent for a long time, someone finally summoned up the courage to speak: "That... Mo, Mo Yi, regarding the previous incident, it was our fault, I misunderstood you, I hope you Don't take it to heart, we were really carried away, I'm really sorry... "
Seeing that someone finally apologized, the other players seemed to be able to let go, and they all agreed:
"Yes, yes, I'm really sorry." "It's because we don't want to misunderstand you."
Mo Yi looked at the eagerness of the other players one by one, and frowned a little uncomfortably. He spoke, although his voice was not loud, but somehow suppressed everyone's voices:
"So, what do you want to do?"
The noisy voices of the crowd were quiet for a while, and one of the players broke the peace in the room, and said a little out of breath: "Hey... mainly, the situation is too complicated now, what do you think we should do now?"
Under Mo Yi's quiet gaze, the player turned his eyes away uncomfortably, as if he didn't dare to look at him, Mo Yi sneered softly in his heart, retracted his gaze, basically The situation was figured out—they were cornered. He said lightly:
"No one can expect the change of the dungeon rules now, and I don't have any good suggestions."
"I can only say..." Mo Yi looked around at the players with different faces, and said in a soft and flat voice: "Don't act rashly, play by ear."
Although he is not going to share the clues he found, his suggestion is also sincere—now that the situation of the entire dungeon is beginning to change in a complicated direction, the best way now is to calm down and observe carefully. Braking is the best option.
Mo Yi seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly said: "By the way, if you really want to listen to my advice, then stop eating the food provided by this dungeon."
After finishing speaking, he didn't look at the faces of the people with different expressions after listening to his words. Instead, he turned around and walked out of the room with Wen Chen. The other players were silent, and no one dared to step forward to stop them. Can watch the two leave the room helplessly, the two tall and thin figures are slowly swallowed by the darkness in the corridor.
There was a dead silence around my ears.
Mo Yi walked forward slowly along the corridor, staring at a point in the void with his dark eyes, as if he was thinking about something.
No matter how the entire dungeon changes, the purpose is to kill the players and use the paint for painting. In fact, he just came up with a temporary idea just now, and the method he came up with: since he didn't take in the red paint last time, he made the dungeon abandon himself as the target , then if the players are not to eat now... the most important link is missing in the closed loop of killing the players to get the paint.
And without paint, it means that you can't paint, so can this reincarnation be completed
Mo Yi couldn't help being a little curious.
When he reached the intersection of the two corridors, a shadow suddenly approached in front of him, making Mo Yi raise his head vigilantly—to his surprise, the one in front of him turned out to be the housekeeper they had been looking for all afternoon, More footsteps sounded around him, Mo Yi's body tensed up secretly, and he looked at him from the corner of his eye without a trace—only those pale-faced and stiff servants surrounded the narrow corridor so tightly that it couldn't get through.
It seemed that all the servants in the house had gathered here.
The housekeeper stared at Mo Yi with those dark and empty eyes, and said slowly:
"Master wants to see you."