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Chapter 152 Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Two
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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Two
All blacks, what about the other two colors?
Moreover, the most important question now is, is such a painting only available in the player's room selected by this dungeon as the first victim? Or do all the rooms have it?
If it is the first case, now that Mo Yi knows that the oil painting in his house represents red, then there must be another oil painting in the room representing white, and then the victim will be chosen among them. And if it is the second case, then there are three kinds of oil paintings, instead of three alone, then the next target of the copy will be more difficult to estimate.
Mo Yi stared at the messy still life on the oil painting, frowning.
He turned and walked to the big bed where the corpse was lying quietly, then looked down carefully, looking for any clues he might have missed before——
At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to notice something, his eyes staying on the upper body of the corpse for a long time.
This corpse was wearing a snow-white nightdress.
You know, this dead player is a newcomer, so she is absolutely impossible to enter the dungeon with a nightdress for her to change at night, even if there is a nightdress in the room that can be replaced at night, there will be few people's hearts. To put it directly on the body-after all, this is in the dangerous copy.
Then, this nightdress was probably put on after she died.
Mo Yishen touched the nightdress worn on the corpse. The silky water-like texture flowed through the fingertips. The edge of the nightdress was decorated with exquisite and gorgeous patterns, which was obviously expensive.
He carefully observed the fabric of the skirt corner under the light.
I saw that the snow-white silk surface flashed with a faint dim light as his movements changed, and it seemed to be embroidered with a circular pattern that was not very clear. It seemed...that was behind the invitation letter. The pattern of the family crest.
Mo Yi put down the corner of his nightdress in his hand, and there was a thoughtful look in his dark eyes.
He raised his head, looking for something in the room—
Since the player is now wearing a nightdress that does not belong to her, where did her own clothes go?
Just as Mo Yi began to look through the boxes and cabinets in the room, a scream came from a distance in his ear.
The voice was weakened by the deep and silent corridors in the ancient house, and passed through the thick and ancient walls to the ears, sounding like a sharp hissing torn apart a distant dream.
Mo Yi was stunned, exchanged a glance with Wen Chen who was standing not far behind him, then turned and ran out.
——The sound seems to be coming from upstairs.
The two ran in the direction where the sound came from. Just after running up the stairs, they saw several players gathered around the door of a room with a large open door, and looked into the room with their heads.
A faint smell of blood lingered on the tip of the nose.
Mo Yi slowed down, walked slowly to the door of the room, looked through the player standing in front of him, and looked into the room.
The luxurious and extravagant decoration in the room looks as if it has been stained with an ominous dead air. The cold temperature in the room spreads outwards along the open door, and the exposed skin is aroused. Goose bumps.
From this angle, you can just see the big bed in the middle of the house, protruding the outline of a human figure.
Mo Yi separated his mind and listened carefully to the intermittent descriptions of the newcomer who found the corpse on the side, sorting out what happened in his heart——
This player did not go to watch with other players when she found the first body just now, because she was too timid, so after hearing the noisy sound, she just walked to the door and hesitated to stop, she just dared to wait Listening to the sound outside the door near the door panel, didn't hesitate until the noise subsided.
And at this moment, across the door, she smelled the smell of blood, and when she opened the door tremblingly to take a peek, she found that the door of the opposite room was open, and courageously approached to look... and found that the people in the room were already open. died.
Mo Yi turned his head and glanced behind him-indeed, the two rooms happened to be door to door.
He no longer concentrated on listening to the newcomer's incoherent description due to sobbing, but separated the crowd and walked to the bed, looking down at the corpse.
The corpse was a male corpse. It was basically the same as the previous one. He was also wearing a snow-white silk nightdress. The skin exposed from the nightdress was all wrinkled and scorched black, almost invisible. The bed underneath was soaked with blood into a dark color, emitting a strong smell of blood.
Mo Yishen touched the surface of the bed with his hand-it was slightly dry to the touch, and the blood on it was obviously solidified.
There is a high probability that it will be the same time as the last dead body.
Mo Yiwan pulled up a corner of his nightdress at the waist and changed its angle slightly under the light-the silver-white circular dark lines were looming.
He put down the cloth in his hand, then turned and walked quickly to the door of the room, and looked at the oil painting hanging on the wall of the room intently. He saw the dark ocean in the storm and the black and dark blue on it. Furiously intersecting and dancing amidst the flash of thunder, every brushstroke is delicate and dynamic, almost allowing people watching to smell the cold, salty, wet moisture on the ocean.
Mo Yishen touched the canvas with his hand, then looked at his fingertips, a black wet mark stained his fingertips.
His eyes became serious.
And at this moment, another burst of vocal noise came into his ears. Mo Yi turned his head and followed the sound, only to see another wave of players also found the scene and swarmed around—and Zhao Nan and Li Wang was impressively listed.
Mo Yi's eyes were calm, his gaze rolled over the person who came indifferently, and then he withdrew his gaze without changing his face.
The reactions of the people who watched what happened before were far less calm than Mo Yi's. Zhao Nan's gaze paused on Mo Yi, and then quickly moved back to his sight in embarrassment. Li Wang walked at the end of the crowd. He was holding his still red and swollen fingers with a pale face, evasively not daring to look directly at Mo Yi, but occasionally viciously and disgustingly glanced at an invisible angle.
Wen Chen stood beside Mo Yi, his eyes with cold outlines were covered by shadows, like a silent and very strong shadow. He stared at the scene in front of him, coldly squinting his eyes. The field became dangerous and gloomy, as if it was a sharp blade that could be unsheathed in the next second.
Mo Yi didn't look at him, just reached out and gently pressed the back of Wen Chen's cold hand.
The warm and dry palms adhere to the cold skin, and you can almost feel the undulations and touch of the lines in the warm palms.
Wen Chen was startled slightly, the skin tightly stretched on the cheekbones and the muscles on the facial contour seemed to instantly soften, and the gloom covering his body was diluted, he lowered his eyes and turned back into the silent shadow again.
But the fingers hanging quietly on his side caught Mo Yi's hand that was about to be pulled away with his backhand. The cold and slender fingers were inserted into Mo Yi's fingers, and then clasped tightly on the back of the hand. The gap between the palm and the palm was covered. The filling is full, and every silk pattern and muscle ups and downs are like cogs, Yan Si bites together.
Mo Yi earned, didn't break away, just let him go.
Anyway, even the cabinet was out now, and it would be too late to get a distance in front of everyone.
——Mo Yi's face was calm and calm, thinking about it with a broken jar.
After chatting with the newcomer who was still crying, Zhao Nan walked to the bed to observe the corpse on the bed carefully, frowning in confusion.
Mo Yi suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at the oil painting behind him, and unobtrusively used his free hand to fumble behind the frame for a while-the familiar piece of paper fell into his palm. , Crumpled and covered with dust.
The people standing beside him were startled by his sudden movements, and couldn't help but focus on Mo Yi's body.
Mo Yi glanced down on the note. He was already familiar with the writing on it, and he recognized the verse without much effort:
"I want to bury my intoxicated head in this black ocean surrounded by the sea."
Sure enough-"black".
Zhao Nan also noticed Mo Yi's movements and strode over eagerly, then hesitantly stopped a few steps away, as if he was considering what he wanted to say.
Mo Yi was too lazy to wrestle with him, folded the note roughly and threw it to Zhao Nan.
Zhao Nan didn't think of his sudden action, and the words that hadn't been spoken got stuck in his throat. He could only catch the slip of paper that was falling slowly, his face looked a little embarrassed for a while.
Mo Yi leaned the weight of his body on Wen Chen's shoulder, and said lightly:
"You all go back and look at the note hidden behind the oil painting in your room. The copy should be murdered according to this."
He thought about it and added: "At least it looks like this now."
Everyone couldn't help being shocked, a cold sweat came out on their backs, watching Mo Yi as if looking at a monster.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows and said:
"So... what are you still looking at me doing now?"
Everyone couldn't help being surprised, they understood in an instant, and then ran to their room in fear.
Zhao Nanyou hesitated in place for a while, and then whispered to Mo Yi: "That...Thank you for your clue, what happened before..."
Mo Yi twitched his lips: "It's okay, don't worry about it."
Zhao Nan nodded hurriedly at him, and then ran out of the door following the other players. The anxious color he tried to hide just now floated on his cheeks, and hurriedly ran to see the death note hidden behind the oil painting in his room.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen were left in the room soon.
Wen Chen turned his head to look at Mo Yi, frowned somewhat suspiciously, breaking the silence: "I thought you weren't going to tell them?"
The shallow smile on Mo Yi's face disappeared like the ice under the sun, leaving only the unpredictable calmness of the deep sea. He nodded:
"Yes, but... things are different now."
Now the appearance of the second deceased proves his second conjecture-this kind of oil painting like a death notice is not only three, but multiple, but the three-color sketch has only three colors, so each color The distribution and the number of are uncertain. Instead of groping around room by room, it is better to let the players move by themselves and wait for clues to be delivered.
After all... when players find that they can't read the content behind the note, they will naturally come to him for help.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze quietly fell on the entrance where darkness and light meet, his face was peaceful and indifferent.
In addition...according to the current progress of other players, I am afraid that most of them will die before finding the law of killing in the instance, which is very unfavorable for the development of this instance.
The wedding will be held in two days, but the survival time stipulated in the copy is much longer than this.
This incident always made Mo Yi feel faintly disturbed.
——However, no matter how the situation changes, there is no doubt that the wedding in two days will be a huge node.