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Chapter 159 Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Nine
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Nine
There was silence in the room, everyone’s eyes were attracted by the butler standing at the door. The cold air was solemn and stalemate, like a sticky gel that made it hard to breathe. No one spoke, quiet as if he could hear the room It's like a flowing wind.
The corridor outside the room was dimly lit, and the butler's facial contours were not very clear. Only a pair of dark eyes were watching the players in the room without emotion on the pale face, which made people shudder.
Mo Yi still remembered that the last time he saw him in this room, before he even had time to remove the white cloth covered on the oil painting, the butler asked him out of the room. This time, all the players They all gathered in the room and even tried to destroy the oil painting-now he is very curious about how the butler will react when he sees the situation in front of him.
I saw the butler's gaze slowly looking around the room, his eyes were deep and pitch black like two black holes.
His pale facial muscles did not move a minute, and it looked calm as if a mess in front of him had never happened before his eyes. He just listened to the cold and gentle voice of the housekeeper, which was the same as before, said:
"Dear guests, please go back to your room to tidy up your clothes. The dinner will be held in an hour and a half."
As soon as his voice fell, he only heard the sound of a strong bell ringing from outside the corridor: It is three o'clock in the afternoon.
After that, the butler gave a deep salute to the stiff players in the room, and then turned and walked into the corridor. Before the darkness engulfed his thin figure, Mo Yi quickly stepped forward and called him:
"and many more."
The steward left at a halt, then slowly turned around, revealing a pale face with half of his stiff lines.
Mo Yi's brows frowned slightly, and a pair of deep black eyes stared at the figure of the housekeeper tightly, with a faint light shining in the bottom of his eyes: "Make up your clothes?"
Yesterday’s dinner party didn’t require dressing up. Is there any difference between this time and the last time?
And... if there is a dress code for this dinner, players will definitely not bring evening dresses into the dungeon, so will this dungeon prepare them for them?
The butler replied in the same tone: "Yes, but don't worry, your dresses have already been sent to the room."
——It seems that this copy is prepared for them.
Mo Yi didn't stop there, but took a step forward slowly, narrowing the distance between him and the housekeeper, and continued to ask in a calm and calm tone:
"Since this dinner is so formal, we should be able to see Mr. de Claus and Mrs. de Claus during dinner, right?"
The butler turned his pale face upright to him, those pitch-dark eyes looked straight at him through the dimly lit room, and his voice was steady: "Of course, you are distinguished guests."
Mo Yi stared at the thin figure of the butler in front of him with dark eyes, not letting go of the slight changes in the muscles on his face - but the butler's face was still calm as a cold stone - at this moment , only heard an unfamiliar voice rang from the other end of the room, and it sounded a little anxious and high-pitched in the quiet room:
"They won't stop showing up at the dinner for any reason? Just like the previous few times?"
Mo Yi slightly tilted his face when he heard the sound, and swept away from the direction of the sound with Yu Guang: saw that the person who spoke just now was a familiar face, and it was the senior player who had been guiding him in the lobby before. He seemed to Also devastated by the pressure of this copy, he was a little anxious, his face was pale and stiff.
The housekeeper also turned his head, looked in the direction of the sound, and then replied in the usual tone:
"As a servant, I shouldn't deliberately discuss the private affairs of the master, I am very sorry."
It was the same sleek evasion and circle, it can be regarded as no oil and salt, dripping water, knowing that there is no way to squeeze more information from him, everyone couldn't help being silent for a while, and the dimly lit room returned to silence again. .
The butler once again bowed deeply to the players in the room, and then turned and walked into the deep corridor. The thick shadow engulfed his thin body and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Zhao Nan, who was interrupted by the appearance of the housekeeper, couldn't say anything at this moment. He just concealed a malicious glance at Mo Yi, and then turned directly to the corridor outside the room.
The other people looked at each other a few times, and followed them one after another, each walking towards their own room.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen were quickly left in the silent side hall. The fluctuations in the cold air seemed to have finally calmed down. The small dust was floating quietly in front of the flashlight beam, and the corridor came from my ears. Moderately low voices of conversation and messy footsteps.
Mo Yi turned and looked at the wall on the side of the room, and saw that the oil painting was quietly shrouded in darkness. In the shadows, only the two bright colors on the dim canvas and the portrait on the face could be seen. Dark eyes stared silently at Mo Yi who was standing not far away. Yin Hong's lips were as dazzling as if they had drunk blood.
But anyway, the woman in the painting is still beautiful-different from the silence and hazy before, but a ghostly and strange beauty, which is like a sharp knife inserted into the viewer's heart, deep enough to see blood The beauty of the horror and morbidity.
It was almost as if she was alive.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and cast one last glance at the oil painting, then turned and walked out with Wen Chen.
As soon as I walked out of the room, I only felt a depressive and cold wind blowing through, and the door of the room slammed shut. The loud sound shocked Mo Yi and turned to look behind him.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a smooth piano sound coming through the closed door, and the gloomy, heavy music sounded strangely in the long and quiet corridor.
Mo Yi was stunned, staring at the closed door in front of him, reaching out and trying to push it.
The door was shut tightly, as if welded to death.
Mo Yi ghostly approached, slowly pressed his face to the cold and hard door panel, and looked inward through the crack of the door.
The narrow and restricted field of vision has only a thin slit. The dim light in the side hall and the layered furniture covered with white cloth blocked his vision. Mo Yi reluctantly changed the angle under limited conditions. That piano Finally appeared in sight.
The piano sound stopped abruptly.
The black piano surface reflected a slight cold light in the darkness.
The white cloth covering it was gone, and there was no one in front of the piano.
Mo Yi took a few steps back slowly, staring thoughtfully at the tightly closed door panel—he remembered that when he was in the room in the hidden door in the side hall just now, the vague figure was only It is impossible to see with the naked eye...unless, through a mirror.
He breathed out slowly, took a deep look at the quiet side hall, then turned to Wen Chen and said, "Let's go."
They walked out along the corridor together. The lobby and stairs were empty. It was clear that other players had already rushed to their rooms.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked up the stairs, walked through the quiet corridor, towards their room.
He stretched his hand and pushed open the door of the room, and looked at the oil painting behind the door subconsciously-the black and red two colors entangled into an irregular abstract pattern, twisted into a huge circle in the black and gold frame The shape, like a circular channel, extends deeply inward and inward, almost as if it can draw in people's sight and consciousness together.
For some reason, Mo Yi always feels... it seems to have changed something since the last time he saw it.
He frowned subconsciously, but some of his divergent thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Wen Chen closing the door.
Mo Yi was stunned, remembering his purpose of returning to the room, turned around and pushed away the cubicle and the bathroom in the room, and rummaged in a bit of a hurry. There was a jingle. After the sound of the sound passed, Mo Yi finally stopped his search and slowly leaned against the wall, staring thoughtfully at the chaotic interior that was turned over.
There is no mirror in the room.
He began to carefully recall every scene after he entered the copy, searching frame by frame like a slow-moving movie, looking for the existence of a mirror in any room he had seen.
After a few minutes, Mo Yi was finally convinced: The only time he saw the mirror in this dungeon was in the room that the hidden door in the side hall led to. Although he has not confirmed in the rooms where other players live, Mo Yi is not surprised if there are no mirrors in other people's rooms.
He took a slow and deep breath, then turned and walked out of the bathroom.
As soon as he went out, Mo Yi saw Wen Chen standing next to the bed not far away, looking down at something.
Mo Yi stepped closer, stopped beside Wen Chen, and followed his gaze to the bed.
I saw a set of custom-made evening dresses spread neatly on the unwrinkled sheets, the well-cut shoulder and waist lines were smooth and delicate, and the dark and flat taffeta gleamed slightly under the light. Light, Victorian cuffs and necklines are meticulously embroidered with gorgeous dark patterns, looking low-key and calm.
Mo Yi simply reached out and flipped through it—it was indeed a complete set. Whether it was a shirt, a vest or a bow tie, or even some luxurious and simple trinkets, they were all arranged without any flaws, just like the Victorian era. Gu is now the same on this bed.
It seems that this is what the housekeeper called "tidy up your clothes".
Mo Yi turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and saw that he was staring at him with bright eyes. Although there was still no expression on his profound facial features, he didn't know why, he just saw the faint expectation in the eyes of the other party.
He picked up the bow tie with his fingertips to look at Wen Chen, and asked suspiciously: "Do you want to wear it?"
Wen Chen shook his head.
Mo Yi was stunned, and then reacted instantly, raising his eyebrows: "You...want to see me through?"
Wen Chen didn't shook his head or nodded, the muscles on both sides of his cheeks tightened slightly, and the light flashing in the light-colored eyes and the slightly accelerated breathing revealed his emotions.
Mo Yi sighed helplessly.
——Forget it, have to wear it for the dinner tonight anyway.