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#185-Chapter 185
Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Five
The music stopped abruptly at this moment.
As if the invisible lead on the puppet's body was cut, the man dancing alone in the corpse and blood instantly lost the strength to support the body, and fell into a scarlet red as if the energy of the whole body was taken out.
There was a dead silence in the room like a slaughterhouse, the air was full of a strong smell of rust, broken limbs and internal organs were laid out on the blood-red floor, and the players in formal dresses stood pale on the pale broken limbs and bright red. In the pool of blood, they still maintained their posture before the end of the music, as if they had not reacted yet.
The brass-colored door was slowly pushed open.
A housekeeper in a dark uniform stood in the doorway in backlight, and pitch-dark's eyes lightly looked around in the miserable room like purgatory on earth. The look on the fuzzy and stiff face remained unchanged, and the pale face was covered by the room. The scarlet blood was printed in a strange light red, and his voice broke the silence:
"It's getting late now..."
At this moment, a miserable hoarse howl sounded in the room, interrupting the butler's unfinished words-the dull-looking people slowly looked in the direction of the sound, it was the player who woke up after Youyou turned He screamed in horror after he found himself lying in the corpses and plasma everywhere, but when he struggling to crawl behind him trying to avoid retreating, he bumped into the torn half of his body. An even worse scream broke out involuntarily in his face and throat.
His scream is like a sharp awl, deeply penetrating the protective shield named numbness that the players established when they were too scared and shocked, and pulled them back to the blood and corpse. And in the reality of death, they are forced to abandon the cover of self-protection and face the cruel and vicious status quo.
The pale and stiff marble statue, the severed limbs that drained of blood and looked pale as a stone statue, the blood-covered skin was torn to reveal the pink texture, everything in the room turned into a sharp sword and pierced everyone’s eyes, bringing Horror visual impact.
Racking sounded one after another in the enclosed room.
The butler’s face was not pulled up, as if covered with a thick plaster mask, he patiently continued his previous words and said:
"...I think you are already very tired."
The cry of collapse spread in the crowd, as if some switch was turned on, everyone began to run frantically to the outside of the dance floor, as if they were treating the plague, fearing to avoid it, and while running, they wiped their bodies with splashes. The blood on the wall, the sound of retching became louder and louder.
The butler turned a blind eye and continued: "Please follow the maid back to your room to rest. Tomorrow is the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. de Crowder. Please take a good rest and bring invitations."
When the out-of-control player ran out of the dance floor, Mo Yi still stood quietly, his eyes focused on a certain point in the pool of blood, not knowing what he was looking at, but in those unconscious, emotional close When the crashed players were taken out of the room by the maids and staggered towards the outside of the room, he also moved-but the direction he was facing was not the door.
Only See Mo Yi straddled the corpse lying in a pool of blood and walked quickly towards the center of the dance floor. He stopped his pace, leaned down, and gently pinched the turquoise flower stem with his fingers, regardless of his fingertips being stained with bright red blood. Red, slowly picking up the rose that fell from the pocket of the controlled player to the ground. Its blooming shape has been crushed and scattered, and it looks as if it has experienced a storm, delicate The petals resembling a girl's skin were stained with blood and turned into an eerie red, and the blood drops teetering down along the curled edge of the petals, falling into the blood like the ground and the sea——
Ticking.
Behind him sounded the butler's flat and straightforward voice: "Dear guest, do you have anything else to do?"
His voice awakened Mo Yi from a state of trance. Mo Yi gripped the rose with blood-stained fingers, turned his head and looked behind him, and saw the butler quietly standing on the edge of the dance floor staring at him. Qi's eyes were hollow and cold, and some players noticed the strangeness here and turned their heads.
Mo Yi shook his head calmly and said, "Nothing."
After that, he strode across the corpses and internal organs on the ground, walked out of the dance floor filled with blood, nodded nonchalantly at the housekeeper, and then followed the maid who came up to the door, and the housekeeper was behind him. They followed, the scarlet room was left behind by them, and the brass-colored door slowly closed.
The relief above seems to be clearer than when Mo Yi saw it last time. The raised lines and lines on it reflect a faint and strange light under the dim light. This time he saw clearly a pattern carved on it. ——Half of the painful and numb man's face is illuminated by the light, but the other half is hidden in the darkness, deep despair filling the lines between the lines, and the brass-colored eyes staring intently ahead. In the next second, as the door closed, the pattern was instantly swallowed by the shadows again, leaving only the deep darkness beyond sight.
Mo Yi finally stared deeply behind him, then turned his head and followed the maid to the outside of the hall, quietly lowering his eyes along the way, wondering what he was thinking.
Even after returning to his room, he remained silent, but sat quietly on the edge of the bed, staring thoughtfully at the rose in his hand, the blood on it had dried up, and the rose seemed to be there. As the water evaporates and becomes withered, the edges of the delicate petals are slightly rolled up due to lack of water, and they feel fragile and dry.
Wen Chen silently accompanied him and sat on the edge of the bed next to him.
Mo Yi turned his head and looked at him as if awakened, his fingers still unconsciously fiddle with the thin stems of the flowers. He looked at Wen Chen, and it seemed that it took a while to finally recognize the person in front of him, and there was something in his eyes. Suddenly look.
Wen Chen raised his chin at the rose in his hand, and asked in a soft voice:
"What, did you find anything?"
Mo Yiru looked at the rose in his hand as if waking up from a dream, the strength between his fingers was slightly loosened, the fragile and slender flower stems and the crumbling broken flowers fell from his palms and smashed lightly on the carpet in the room with blood stains. The dried petals scattered with his movements like a funeral.
He shook his head: "Is it a rose? Didn't find anything related."
Mo Yi's gaze fell on his fingertips stained with blood, and he continued with some wonder:
"But about this copy, I found a lot."
Wen Chen's gaze became a little dignified, only to see Mo Yi stand up from the bed, walked to the oil painting hanging in the door of the room, his gaze fell on the closed eyes of the woman in the oil painting, and said softly: "Enter Since this copy, I have always felt a sense of being watched, such as the looming sight I felt when I was walking in the corridor or passing by the marble statues, or the faint sight that always seemed to know where I was. Butler..."
He paused, seeming to be considering something, and then slowly said:
"Then, and over time, this feeling gradually evolved into a feeling of being manipulated."
Wen Chen stared at him, a faint light flashed in his light gray pupils, he did not speak, but quietly waited for Mo Yi's next content.
Just listen to Mo Yi continue to say: "I have basically gone through two weeks of reincarnation completely now, but based on my observations and guesses, I actually feel that...this cannot be called reincarnation completely.
Reincarnation is just a reciprocation of the timeline, and the specific external material conditions and rigid requirements are fixed, but in the way this copy is now shown, the rules and elements can be flexibly adjusted and adjusted. It is understood that the player Knowing the law of dungeon killings, under the premise that no one may sacrifice at the ball, change the shape of the dead victims and mix the marble statue into the crowd to prevent the next day’s evening ball from not getting enough white paint, and because Silver knives can print the face of the marble statue, so I replaced the cutlery at the dinner tonight-I even suspect that it removed the silver knives from the banquet because I saw that I used the knives last week. Acting as a mirror, so you can do it first. "
He said a long string of words in one breath, paused for a short breath, then turned to look at Wen Chen and slowly said:
"Have you noticed that the changes and operations of these rules all require a subject."
Wen Chen looked back into Mo Yi's dark eyes and said softly:
"So you suspect... this copy can be manipulated by humans? Behind all actions and changes, there is an unknown subject hidden?"
Mo Yi nodded, a dim light lit up in his dark eyes, and the speed of his speech also accelerated unconsciously:
"Yes, from what I have observed before, this copy obviously has two sets of rules. One set is fixed and cannot be changed artificially. It is inherent in the copy itself, and the other set is artificially defined. It can be changed by the giver, just like a chess player can change his layout, but cannot change the rules of chess. We are chess pieces, and the chess player wants us to treat the game he set up as The established rules of chess."
He breathed out slowly, turned his head to look at the oil painting that was unchanged from the beginning of the copy, and said quietly:
"From the moment the players entered the dungeon, they hid in the dark and watched us quietly, observing, and even secretly manipulating our behavior."