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Chapter 192 Chapter One Hundred Ninety Two
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Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Two
Mo Yi was dripping with cold sweat, his pupils shrunk slightly, staring at the ceiling above his head in a daze, waves of cold swept from his bones, and his skeletal muscles and skin were frozen along his meridians and blood vessels. .
He slowly moved his stiff and cold stone-like fingers, and tremblingly pulled off the ring stuck on the base of his finger. The uneven protrusions on the inside of the ring would freeze the numb skin under the uncontrollable force. There is a slight itchy pain on the upper line, perhaps because his movements are too large, Wen Chen's soft question came from his ear:
"……what happened?"
Mo Yi pressed his blue lips, did not answer directly, just asked in an uncontrollable trembling voice:
"Also, how much time is left?"
Wen Chen answered very quickly, as if he had been watching the passage of time:
"Forty-five minutes."
Mo Yi slowly closed his eyes, and his frozen, dull brain slowly calculated. Now it has only been ten minutes since the last time he looked at his watch. It seems that the time he spent in the scene is the same as that in the copy. It's not the same, maybe that's why the cold I feel when I'm in it weakens.
He can no longer think more deeply now, his thinking is so numb that he can hardly concentrate, not to mention sorting out the clues he just got.
Mo Yi closed his eyes and exhausted all his strength to resist the cold inside his body.The sound of the slight trembling of his teeth became everything he could hear in his ears.Other sounds seemed to be from thousands of miles away. It seemed to be coming from outside, distant and fuzzy, as if it was covered by a thick gauze tent.
Wen Chen stared quietly at Mo Yi's pale face with his eyes closed. His face seemed to be shrouded in frost without a trace of blood. The thin body wrapped in the quilt shivered slightly, Wen Chen bite. Tightening his teeth, feeling his body as if following Mo Yiru's fall into the abyss, he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Mo Yi's cold forehead, his powerlessness assaulting him. An inch of senses, the pain of paranoia spread in the bottom of his heart, but he clenched his teeth firmly without making any sound, for fear that it would disturb Mo Yi a bit.
The two people hugged each other quietly on the bed, as if time was stagnant and years passed by.
Finally, after I don’t know how long, Mo Yi felt the beast-like cold in his body slowly receding, and his frozen body and mind gradually became sober. The senses seemed to regain sensitivity, and he felt his body. His clothes were soaked in cold sweat, pressed tightly to the cold skin, greasy and damp, and his hands and feet gradually warmed up. Mo Yi could almost hear the sound of his blood returning to flow in his blood vessels.
He opened his eyes just to meet Wen Chen's gaze, staring at him tightly.
Wen Chen saw Mo Yi opened his eyes, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked quickly:
"Do you feel okay?"
Mo Yi struggled to sit up from the bed, pulled out his arms bound by the thick goose down, tentatively moved his muscles and joints that had become stiff due to too long inactivity, and then spit out a long time. Tone, the voice is a bit dry:
"……much better."
He glanced down at the watch on his wrist—exactly three hours, no more than no less.
Mo Yi thought happily: at least in this respect the game is not tricky.
Wen Chen raised his hand to put the quilt back on Mo Yi, and said in a doubtful tone: "Don't move, you haven't fully warmed up yet." After speaking, he will be tucked tightly by the corners, with light gray eyes. There is an unshakable determination hidden in it.
Mo Yi sighed helplessly, moved his arm, and once again scattered the quilt:
"I'm really fine. The cold is just a period of time. After the side effects disappear, it returns to normal."
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and asked: "By the way, has breakfast delivered this morning?"
Wen Chen nodded, raised his hand on the table next to From one and picked up the full tray, then turned to look at Mo Yi: "I checked with the fragments of the mirror you got before. There is no problem with the food, are you hungry? ?"
Mo Yi shook his head.
The side effects of the cold just now were still tormenting him. The internal organs in the abdominal cavity seemed to be frozen by cold ice, making him no appetite now.
According to the previous reasoning, pigments will be mixed into the food from the beginning of this meal, but this breakfast is not pigment... Then it is very likely that the person in this copy discovered the clues he got, knowing this. The behavior will not be useful, so I gave up targeting myself.
Mo Yi couldn't help being mixed-although the hidden worries about food will be much smaller in the future, but in the current situation where the enemy is dark and clear, the more hole cards in his hand are exposed, the less advantage he has, and it is likely to be targeted by the opponent To deal with.
He took a deep breath slowly, sorting out the clues he had gotten in his mind.
Judging from the phenomena that have been exposed now, a general story line can basically be summed up-according to the large number of portraits and marble statues in the previous house, Mr. Klaus should be an artist, and the woman in the portrait story should be his dead wife , And killing all the servants in his house and extracting their brains to make special paint is likely to resurrect her.
But... this dungeon still has a lot to say.
How does recoloring the portrait relate to the resurrection of the wife? What happened to this reincarnation?
Mo Yi frowned, but couldn't understand anything. Now it's just pure guessing and reasoning that doesn't work. It's better to go and take a look at the scene. He lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and in Xiang Wenchen repeatedly assured that he was completely After regaining his health, he barely got Wen Chen's suspicious approval, and the two walked out of the room one after another.
There was no one from the hallway to the lobby, and the remaining players should have finished exploring and returned to their rooms at this moment.
And Mo Yize walked quickly toward the side hall in the lobby on the first floor.
This time, he opened the door of the side hall in the same way as last week.
He pushed open the door of the side hall, the dark room was illuminated by the flashlight in his hand, and the dark room was filled with furniture covered with white cloth. It looked quiet and strange, while the familiar portrait was quietly Hanging in the depths of darkness, the white cloth on it was lifted unexpectedly, and the face with a fuzzy portrait stared at Mo Yi quietly in the shadow.
Mo Yi hurriedly retracted his gaze, then walked quickly to the depths of the room, and reached out to lift the white cloth covering the countless ridges in the darkness-the mahogany furniture was revealed, although the above has become mottled due to the passage of time , But still heavy and strong.
His expression did not change, instead he walked quickly to the thing next to it, which was covered by the white cloth, and then lifted the white cloth covered on it-it was still furniture.
Mo Yi began to lift all the white cloth in the room one by one. Wen Chen also checked the things under the white cloth in the opposite direction according to his appearance. The sound of the cloth pulling and tearing appeared exceptionally abrupt in the dark and was lifted one by one. The white cloth brought up countless tiny dusts flying in the light-lit air, and the cold room was full of unpleasant decay and dust smells.
Furniture, furniture, furniture...
After not knowing how many furniture under the white cloth had been checked, Mo Yi stopped.
The white cloth he held between his fingers fell quietly to the ground, looking like a white river flowing from his hand to the ground. In front of him was a heavy black coffin, standing quietly on the flashlight illuminated. Ahead, the stale smell smelled disgusting in the dark, but Mo Yi's eyes lit up slightly.
After finding the first coffin, other coffins began to show up one by one.
The scattered pitch-black coffins looked uncontrollably hairy in the dark.
It seems that the latter part of this dungeon has already considered the possibility of being checked by the player when arranging the side hall, so these coffins are hidden in the depths of the room, because there are too many things in the whole side hall. Few players will check what is under the white cloth one by one. After checking a part, they will lose interest and preconceived that the other things in the room are also furniture.
Mo Yi looked up at the pitch-black coffin that stood in front of him.
The lid of the coffin was slightly lifted, revealing a pitch-black gap. The pitch-black skinny hand bones protruded a little from the pitch-black gap. The flesh on it had been peeled off, leaving only the dense bones. It seemed that he was still pushing the coffin board forcefully. Pulling outside, trying to break free.
This is the butler's coffin.
Although this proves the authenticity of the scene I saw, but...
The coffin is still intact, the lid has not been lifted, and it remains as if it has never been touched. This shows that Mo Yi's actions on the surrounding scenery in the previous scene have not been continued. After that, in reality, then it's definitely not Mo Yi going back to the past... what would it be?
Is it a memory that can be touched?
Just as Mo Yi was puzzled, he heard Wen Chen's voice coming not far from behind. He turned around after hearing the sound, only to see Wen Chen looking down at the huge coffin in front of him. The dark heavy wood is inlaid with thin gold wires.
-Mrs. Klaus's coffin!
Mo Yi's eyes lit up, and he put the white cloth in his hand on the furniture beside him, and then walked quickly in the direction where Wen Chen was. But before he walked to Wen Chen's side, his steps couldn't help being slightly slightly. Suddenly, he looked over the coffin to a corner of the room.
I saw a vague white shadow standing quietly in that deep dark corner.