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Chapter 178 Chapter 178
Chapter One Hundred Seventy Eight
In the following time, Mo Yi has been a little absent-minded.
I have to say that in the first week, Mo Yi didn't find too many clues. In addition to the mystery or the mystery, the biggest gain was to go through the rough process of the entire dungeon, and in the second week At the time of the goal, Mo Yi finally found a little bit of the context of this copy. The important clues are like hard and bare black rocks on the beach, as the sea slowly recedes, revealing some eyebrows, but the explosive appearance of the clues also makes the whole situation. Becomes intricate.
Mo Yi felt like a mouse in a maze, staggering between the interlaced walls to find a way out.
But after bypassing the fork, there is another dead end ahead.
Mo Yi churned the tea in his teacup dreamily, watching the white smoke slowly rise up, covering his eyelashes with a fine and dense mist.
He is not ready to drink.
When he was sitting down just now, he concealedly scanned the food in the tray placed in front of him with the mirror in his pocket-as he expected, all the tea and pastries were scarlet and sticky paint. And when he flashed the mirror to the food on the table of other players, it was all unremarkable food.
This feeling of being targeted is very bad.
Mo Yi eagerly put the delicate white porcelain tea set in his hand on the table, and the slightly hot black tea splashed out from the rim of the cup, and the round water stains were slowly blurred on the hollowed-out white lace tablecloth.
Without a trace, he raised his eyes to the butler standing in the corner of the room. The butler was still covered in black, only the collar and cuffs showed a touch of white, and his pale face was shrouded in blurry darkness. From Mo Yi's perspective, he could only see half of it. The stiff chin and the lips with a constant smile-there is no tragic image of him being smashed to the head by Mo Yi in the living room half an hour ago.
Judging from the current attitude of the housekeeper, he may not have any memories from before.
But Mo Yi is not sure.
He subconsciously fumbled for the tiny gaps in his palms cut by the flying fragments, and the slight pain faintly stimulated the nerves under the skin, as if a thin silk thread tightly bound the reality and imagination. , Making his brain more awake under the stimulation of pain.
At this moment, a voice rang beside him: "What's wrong with you...?"
Mo Yi turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound. Zhao Nan didn't know when he got close to him, looking down at his palm on the table.
I saw that the bandage on his hand had been stained with dust and debris, and the slightly curled palms were filled with faint blood stains, and the gray bandage was soaked and dyed into a dark color, which appeared to be against the snow-white tablecloth. Extraordinarily abrupt.
Mo Yi is not used to Zhao Nan's sudden familiarity, so he frowned slightly, leaned back to zoom out the distance between the two, and then turned his palm over without a trace to cover the blood oozing from his palm. Live, replied lightly:
"It's nothing, just accidentally during the search."
Zhao Nan also touched his nose with Mo Yi's alienated attitude, and couldn't help but feel a little bit ridiculous.
He changed the subject a bit stiffly and said: "Speaking of which, this copy is really complicated, and it turns out to be a reincarnation."
Zhao Nan stared at the silent Mo Yi, and asked casually, “I don’t think you showed up in the lobby before lunch...and no other player saw you this morning. Where did you go? Yet?"
The ham in his words is too straightforward.
Mo Yi raised his eyes to look at him, his expression still faint: "I just turned around casually, and I went back to the room when the time was up. I didn't know that you gathered in the lobby at noon. So, did you talk about anything important? Help Let me follow the progress."
Zhao Nan's expression was a bit stiff, and the expression on his face was a bit uncontrollable. He forcibly maintained his amiable expression, but there was already a little uncontrollable bluntness in his voice: "It's nothing..."
The expression on Mo Yi's face was apathetic. A pair of dark eyes watched him without any emotions. He succeeded in making Zhao Nan swallow the words that had not yet been spoken. He gave a dry haha, and then hurried from walked back in the direction had just come.
He withdrew his gaze indifferently, and his gaze fell on the light-colored water mark beside the teacup-it had basically dried out during this time, and now there were only a few shallow round spots that were almost indistinguishable.
It’s not difficult to guess what Zhao Nan came from, but it’s because he hasn’t shown up for a long time before, and he came to the hall at the latest in the afternoon, so he suspected that he had found any clues during this period, so let’s take a look. However, Mo Yi's strange thing is that Zhao Nan had always regarded himself as a senior and the leader of the entire team, so he became so embarrassed and angry when he discovered that Mo Yi's actions were a challenge to his authority in another form. Then... …At this moment, why are you suddenly willing to put down your body and come to him to spy on intelligence?
Mo Yi glanced in the direction where Zhao Nan went without a trace.
He was sitting with Li Wang at the moment and seemed to be discussing something.
Mo Yi pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully-during the time he disappeared from everyone's sight, something must have happened beyond his expectation.
The afternoon tea ended in a low and weird tone.
The butler stood at the door as usual, and politely asked the players to follow to the restaurant. This time, Mo Yi stood up with the crowd, and then followed the crowd to the dark depths of the corridor.
He was not going to sneak away this time.
Last time, Mo Yi left the team and went to the side hall at dinner on the first day, but when he returned, he found that the butler was not waiting in the restaurant. He did not show up until he urged everyone to return to the room that night. During this time, The players were completely unclear about the whereabouts of the butler, which made Mo Yi couldn't help but feel curious-besides, he really wanted to know what Zhao Nan and the others wanted to do.
The players each followed the butler with full heart, and walked towards the depths of the corridor swaying with faint light spots.
Everyone quickly came to the restaurant, everyone took their seats, the number of seats was still the previous number, which made the table look a little empty-the number of players this time was much less than last time, this thought bothered every player , So they couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
The fragrant dishes are delivered like flowing water, and they are all placed in front of the players.
And the ones sent to Mo Yi were all bright red paints.
Although Wen Chen calmly put the food on Mo Yi's plate without any problem, Mo Yi only fiddled with the tableware uninterestedly, and moved a few bites of the food on his plate. Don't continue.
His gaze has been consciously or unconsciously swept across the inconspicuous side of the restaurant. The butler in uniform has been standing silently in the blind corner of the brightly lit restaurant from the beginning of the meal. The whole person is like a dark shadow. In front of the wall, there was no movement as if it were a dead thing with no life.
The dinner is over soon.
During the entire meal, nothing happened.
The butler never left from start to finish.
Mo Yi frowned slightly suspiciously, and looked around at the players sitting at the table. They all ate the last dessert on the plate without exception. The whole restaurant looked quiet, as if there was no danger to hide. After all the players finished eating, the butler slowly stepped forward and said: "Dear guests, please follow your maid to leave."
After speaking, he bowed deeply, then turned and opened the door of the restaurant, revealing the dimly lit corridor.
The players all followed the lead of the maid and walked out.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen also returned to their room. Mo Yi looked around in his room and found that the tray and the cold food on it had been taken away, in a quiet and spacious room. It looked as tidy as if no one had ever lived in, even the torn sheet was restored to its original condition, and everything was calm.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a few seconds, he seemed to have made up his mind, turning his head and saying to Wen Chen:
"Let's go, let's go back to the side hall."
After speaking, he turned around and opened the door panel behind him, sticking his head out and looking into the corridor. After confirming that the maid had gone far, Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked out of the room one after another, and then walked quickly. Walked towards the side hall.
Mo Yi could not help but pause slightly when he passed the hall. His eyes fell on the neat and tidy ground. The thick fluff on the carpet looked soft and warm under the bright light. The marble fragments and sticky ones scattered on the floor before. The sweet and greasy liquid is missing, and nothing seems to have happened.
He retracted his gaze, took a slow and deep breath, and walked towards the side hall.
The door of the side hall still stands quietly deep in the dark and cold corridor. It has not changed much as it did when Mo Yi came before. Mo Yi opened the door, and a deep and cold breath followed the open door. It spread out, as if ice-cold water poured into a warm lake, and a breath of cold dust came over.
Mo Yi walked expertly towards the depths of the room. After passing through the layered white labyrinth, he finally came to the entrance of the secret dark room again. Wen Chen helped him to lift the thick tapestry covering the door. , Mo Yize stretched out his hand to push away the narrow door panel whose color was obviously different from that of the side wall.
In front of the bright beam of the flashlight, a large amount of dust fluttered in the light.
He sensitively smelled the familiar smell in the air-the sweet and greasy breath floating in the cold and dark room like a gossamer, like a ghost, if there is nothing, if there is nothing.
Mo Yi's brows and eyes became slightly solemn, and he walked quickly towards the pile of clutter. He turned his side and slowly moved inward against the pile of dusty clutter. As he approached, the familiar sweet and greasy smell seemed to become clearer and thicker, lingering at the tip of his nose for a long time and refused to disperse.
Mo Yi Station was in the open space behind the pile of debris, shining his flashlight forward.
I saw another marble statue beside the marble statue of the housekeeper he saw last time.
The uniform on its body is messy and dirty, stained with dust and white marble fragments. The uniform material on its limbs also has traces of being tied up. The most conspicuous thing is that the head of the marble statue seems to be hit by a heavy object. The middle part broke apart, the whole pale face was covered with cobweb-like cracks, the silent black eyes stared into the distant darkness dullly like the marble beside him, and the side skull cracked a big hole. Along the irregular cracks that broke apart, a gray and dirty liquid can be seen.
There is a familiar sweet and greasy smell in the air, silting and gathering in a narrow space, as if a liquid snaking slowly in the dark, it is almost disgusting.
Mo Yi raised his arms to cover his mouth and nose, his dark eyes slowly turned around the two butlers standing side by side, then turned his head and said to Wen Chen, "Let's go."
His purpose of coming here has been achieved.
The guess was confirmed-the butler is definitely not a monster in this copy.
He is nothing more than a prop.
A mass-produced puppet and marionette.
Mo Yiro squinted his eyes thoughtfully, then turned around and walked out along the narrow gap. The clothes on his body were crumpled in the process, and the shoulders and arms were covered with dust. He was simple He patted the falling ash on his body, and then walked quickly to the door of the utility room.
The dark and cold breath in the side hall dispelled the sweet and greasy smell remaining in his nasal cavity, leaving only the silent smell and temperature in the side hall like a stone chamber.
The two of them proficiently returned along the original road. Now the seemingly complicated terrain in the side hall can no longer stump Mo Yi. They walked through it as if on a flat ground and quickly walked to the side hall. In the clearing.
At this moment, Yu Guangli of Mo Yi seemed to catch a glimpse of--
As he was about to walk towards the door, he paused slightly, changed his direction, and walked towards the oil painting quietly hanging on the wall.
I saw that the pale cloth that should have been covered on the oil painting fell to the ground without knowing when, and the Weaken piled up on the ground into a pool, while the portrait under the cloth was unobstructed in the air.
The contours of the face of the portrait were blurred, and the paint on it dried up and cracked.
But her eyes were dark and bright, and if she was looking, she had long black hair spreading Chen Kailai on her shoulders, like a waterfall.
Mo Yi's face was slightly tense, he looked up at the tall portrait of the person silently, and took a slow and deep breath.
This means that someone is filled with black paint.
New victims appeared.