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Chapter 165 Chapter 165
"Congratulations on your successful escape" source:
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Five
Mo Yi frowned slowly, he clenched the doorknob harder and shook it back a few times-it was still as tight as steel poured, as if the door panel and the wall in front of him were completely growing together. It seems that even the sound of the door lock colliding with the door frame did not come out.
He slowly let go of his palms and stepped back a few steps, his complexion gradually becoming serious.
Wen Chen's voice came from behind him: "What's the matter?"
Mo Yi stared at the tightly closed door, and replied absently: "The door...can't open."
At this moment, the door panel in front of me made a knock on the door.
The percussion sounded without warning not far in front of him, and Mo Yi couldn't help being startled. Before he was relieved, the more rapid percussion sounded again——
"Boom boom boom"!
Mo Yi steadied his mind, walked forward slowly, put his palm on the doorknob before the next knock on the door, and put his hand on the doorknob a little harder——
The door handle is movable.
Mo Yixin vibrated slightly, but his face was still not visible, he waited with bated breath.
At the moment when the next hurried knock on the door sounded, he clenched the doorknob in his hand and pressed it down, and then opened the door with lightning speed--!
The knock on the door stopped abruptly.
There was nothing at the door of the room.
It's literally, nothing.
The corridor in front of you has turned into countless twisting and rotating patterns, dark red, brown, brown and yellow mixed together, as if the corridor was pulled by an invisible hand and twisted into a weird shape. In the depths of the scene, it is empty and dead. The dark shadow of the scalp is like the spreading darkness that makes the scalp numb. It seems that something terrible and terrible is hidden from the depths of the darkness, quietly waiting for it.
It looked...just like the scene Mo Yi saw in the corridor after being selected as the red victim.
Just as Mo Yi stared at the scene in front of him--
A strong force snatched the door panel from Mo Yi's hand, and then slammed it back into the door frame, making a deafening sound of "bang", humming in his ears.
There was only a dead silence in the room.
Mo Yi frowned, gently squeezed his numb left hand with his right hand, and then slowly walked two steps forward to the door, and leaned his palm to the door handle on the door.
It once again became a solid form that was like a solid before, and it couldn't move at all.
Mo Yi's brows wrinkled tighter because of doubt, he slowly opened the distance between himself and the door, and then turned to look at Wen Chen standing behind him.
Before he could say the words in his mouth, he only saw Wen Chen lift his chin slightly toward the room, and looked towards the bedside in a pointed manner.
Mo Yi was taken aback, followed Wen Chen's gaze and looked into the room, only to see that at the side of his bed, on the bedside table where the invitations were placed on the first day, there was a small upright place. tray.
What he can be sure of is that it was definitely not there when he woke up.
Mo Yi walked over quickly, saw a few small dishes on the tray, he lifted the lid-food.
——It seems that at least this copy will not let them starve to death.
Mo Yi thought to himself with mockery in his heart, and then skillfully took the small dishes out of the tray, then picked up the tray and looked carefully for possible clues.
There seems to be nothing on the entire plate except the food provided to the player by the instance.
and……
Mo Yi's gaze stayed on the silver tray for a moment, and then he moved his gaze away with some regret - and the entire tray was made of matte material, which could not be used as a mirror at all.
He sighed silently, and thought comfortingly in his heart: Anyway...Even if it can reflect things, it can’t be used. After all, things that are sent into the player’s room cannot be kept privately. They will be directly used by the player. The copies are recycled, just like the trays and dishes sent a few days ago.
Mo Yi frowned and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the tray placed on the bedside in deep thought.
At this moment, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly stood up, touched his pocket, and took out the folded invitation card.
I saw that the previous string of text did not know when it was changed, and the content above became—
"Mr. Mo Yi:
Mr. de Klaus and Mrs. de Klaus sincerely invite you to their wedding at six tonight. "
Mo Yi stared at the text on the invitation card in front of him, his gaze paused at "six o'clock" for a few seconds, and then reached out and turned the invitation card to the back: I saw the vague round-shaped dark pattern still on it, under the light The slight luster in the flash, although the specific outline above is still not clear, it seems to be much clearer than when Mo Yi saw it before.
He frowned and identified it carefully for a while, then walked quickly to the door of the house price, and looked at the picture that had become unrecognizable. The red, black and white on it were stirred together, mixed into a huge circle, painted in black and gold. The frame rotates, looking like a huge eye staring at Mo Yi standing outside the painting.
He lifted the invitation card in his hand and placed it next to the picture frame to compare it, carefully comparing the slight changes in the outline texture and the changes in details.
Finally, Mo Yi was convinced—the outline on the long drawing was exactly the same as on the invitation.
In this case, the lines of the skirts worn on the corpses should be what they are now.
Mo Yi folded the invitation card and put it back in his pocket, and then stood in front of the painting in front of him with his arms, tilted his head and looked at it carefully, trying to figure out the connotation of this too abstract picture, but Still nothing.
Maybe... it's still incomplete now?
Mo Yi frowned. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was reasonable. The picture on the invitation gradually became clearer, and the picture on the wall seemed to change gradually. Every time Mo Yi saw it It will find that it has become different from the last time.
He slowly took a step back, opened the distance between the painting and the painting a little bit, trying to watch the painting from a distance.
But at this moment, Mo Yi felt something hit with his back. He turned his head and looked behind him, only to see Wen Chen standing behind him, a pair of light-colored eyes under the deep-lined brow bones. He seemed to stare at him deeply, sharp and bright in the backlight, as if a thousand words were hidden.
Mo Yi raised his brows with some doubts, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Wen Chen pursed his lips, his eyes drifted slightly, his expression still calm and indifferent, he whispered:
"You have been wandering around the room for an hour."
Mo Yi was stunned, and looked down at his watch: It seems...it is indeed the case. It seems that the time he has been immersed in his thoughts this time is a bit too long.
Wen Chen stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder, the expression in his eyes was very serious:
"And didn't eat."
Mo Yi was slightly startled. At this moment, as if to respond to what Wen Chen said, his stomach suddenly groaned. Only then did Mo Yi realize the emptiness and emptiness in his stomach. With slight colic, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hold his stomach, his facial expression was slightly distorted and nodded, and then said with some difficulty:
"……you're right."
He turned and walked towards the dishes on the bedside table, and hurriedly stuffed the cold food into his stomach.
Wen Chen was taken aback, and walked forward quickly, reaching out and holding down Mo Yi's movements.
But it was too late... After barely suppressing the hunger in the stomach, a new discomfort rose from the stomach-it seems that the cold food was stuffed too quickly under an empty stomach, and the hard food was in The stomach slumped into a ball and fell down.
Mo Yi's brow furrowed for a moment with regret, then let go without a trace.
He stood up casually, smiled and said, "I'm full."
After that, he was about to walk towards the painting hanging at the door, but Wen Chen grabbed his wrist just halfway through.
With a low sigh, Wen Chen pulled Mo Yi to the side of the bed to sit down, and then covered his stomach with his palm, gently and skillfully rubbing him.
The cold temperature penetrated through the thin clothes, but Mo Yi quickly felt the pain relief.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise to look at Wen Chen, and opened his mouth to ask something, but in the next second he changed into something else in his mouth: "...Thank you."
Wen Chen frowned slightly, staring at him with a serious expression, and his complexion with deep contours was a bit cold:
"Knowing that my stomach is not good, it's still like this, and I can't stop it..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Yi couldn't help showing a slight smile, and his cold voice was dyed with a slight smile: "You sound like an old mother."
The sense of familiarity brought by this sentence instantly attacked the two people, making them both involuntarily stunned, the smile on the corners of their lips subconsciously converged, and deeply stagnated each other.
Wen Chen's eyebrows softened for a moment, then magically took out a candy from nowhere and stuffed it into Mo Yi's mouth, then leaned forward and licked his candy-sweet lips. He smiled and said softly, "If it still hurts...Want to see the rabbit?"
Mo Yi's brows twitched, and the unpleasant experience of seeing the rabbit before came back to his mind very vividly, slowly revealing a non-smiling expression:
"No, thank you."
At this moment, the familiar knock on the door once again sounded, which appeared particularly sharp and piercing in the deadly room——
"Boom boom boom"!