Chapter 145

Bright colors constitute complex patterns, which spread from the center of the ceiling layer by layer. Abstract patterns interweave and stack, bringing a kind of visual vertigo.

Mo Yi noticed that the color of the top painting on the ceiling was a bit old, and it was covered with dust. It seemed that it had been some years.

He blinked some sour eyes, then put his palm on the bed, and slowly sat up.

Mo Yi can't help but be surprised by the scene in front of him.

He was in a very luxurious room.

Under the body is a soft velvet quilt, silk fabric embroidered with delicate patterns, feel like water.

The room is a magnificent baroque style. The round curves decorate the half arched pillars in the corner of the room. The marble sculptures on the wall are shining with pearly luster under the soft and dark yellow light. Oil paintings are hung on the walls on all sides, and thick picture frames are hung on the wall. The heavy wood is covered with light gold silk thread.

Even Mo Yi, who doesn't know about this aspect, can see how valuable this room is.

He turned to get out of bed and saw a dark red wax sealed envelope on the top of the cupboard at the head of the bed.

Mo Yi's eyes slightly stopped, reached out and picked up the envelope. The figure on the wax seal was a little fuzzy. The round figure was intertwined with complicated lines, which seemed to be some kind of family emblem.

He opened the envelope, and a delicate note fell out of it, which said in bold script:

"Dear Mr. Moyi:

Mr. de Claus and his wife, Ms. de Claus, sincerely invite you to attend their wedding three days later."

It turned out to be an invitation to a wedding.

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, turned to the back of the note, and gently touched the sunken dark lines on the back of the note with his fingertips. It seemed that it was the family emblem with the same shape as the wax seal.

There are no other valuable clues.

Mo Yi put the envelope and invitation in his backpack, then stood up and went to the only window in the room. Then he looked out through the carved gold-plated window couplets.

The game has not yet started, the countdown of blue has not appeared, there is only a vast darkness outside the window.

Mo Yi tried to push the window. Some rusty window shafts creaked and slid out without warning.

He couldn't help being a little stunned This is the first time that Mo Yi has seen a window that can be pushed open in the copy.

Mo Yi leaned forward a little, but he could only see the scale and half width of the whole building, some old and old walls and the dry plants climbing on them. In addition, only the tomb like darkness peeped quietly in the distance.

He straightened up, closed the window as it was, and turned thoughtfully towards the bed.

A dark shadow appeared in Mo Yi's afterglow.

Mo Yi's heart beat hard. Just now, he was still a little flustered. He suddenly looked up at the direction where the shadow appeared -

only a familiar figure appeared in the field of vision.

It seems that Ouchen's figure is quite similar to that of Ouchen's figure, which is quite different from that of ouchein's painting.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and slowly recovered his ups and downs:

" You scared me

Wen Chen smelled speech and turned to look at Mo Yi. The light colored eyes showed honey like color under the dim yellow light in the room, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised:

"I thought you knew I would come in."

Mo Yi is speechless.

After all, he just from the game transmission of vertigo and slow come over, for a while really did not think of Wen Chen need to through the copy of the player "put in.".

He seemed to suddenly think of something and asked, "by the way, according to the view outside the window just now It seems that this copy is not semi open. How can the window be opened so easily? Is this replica feature? "

Wen Chen looked at Mo Yi, Zhang Zhang mouth seemed to be ready to say something, but as if thinking of something, hesitantly pursed his lips.

Mo Yi seems to understand what: "punishment?"

Wen Chen facial muscle is tight, did not answer.

In fact, Mo Yi didn't pay much attention to this problem. He waved his hand: "it's OK. Anyway, I'm..."

Wen Chen suddenly interrupted him, sped up and said: "in the game A little bit of a problem has arisen, and it has no time to take care of too many details now. "

Mo Yi was stunned: "I didn't mean --"

Wen Chen did not pass the line of sight, the lines of his lips were straight, and his calm face seemed to be a little nervous.

Mo Yi frowned and whispered, "you are not allowed to do this next time."He recalled the faint murmur of the mechanical sound he had heard in the system space before, and frowned thoughtfully. According to reason, Wen Chen's rescue of Jiang Yuanbai should not have such a lasting impact on the game, unless

Mo Yi broke away from his own thoughts. His eyes fell on Wen Chen's tight jaw. He sighed helplessly. Finally, he put the matter aside and asked:

"by the way, what were you looking at just now?"

Seeing Mo Yi as if he was not ready to continue to investigate, Wen Chen seemed to be relieved and quietly replied:

"a painting."

Mo Yi's curiosity was aroused. He went to Wen Chen and looked at the painting hidden in the shadow of the pillar along his sight.

In the heavy and gloomy dark frame is a pale, red and naked woman lying quietly in the deep red velvet. The soft and undulating shadows and sharp color contrast impact the vision. Her long black hair is like a piece of torn silk across her thin shoulder and flows in the crimson cloth under her body.

Her eyes were closed and her face was calm. She could not tell whether she was alive or dead.

Mo Yi frowned slightly, and slowly stepped forward, reaching for the back of the frame --

What rough texture touched his fingertips, he twisted the protruding foreign bodies behind the frame with two fingers, and then exerted a little force.

A piece of yellow paper was pulled out of the frame by Mo Yi, and the fine dust floated out.

Mo Yi looked down at the messy handwriting on the note and read out the lines in a low voice:

"a headless corpse on the thirsty pillow was like a river

the blood flowed out of the bed sheet like a pasture

Mo Yi was stunned and looked at the oil painting again. He saw a thin blood thread on the woman's pale and slender neck. The more lustrous crimson was sticking to the dark red velvet, and the undulating folds were spreading. The blood and the color of the cloth were intertwined, and the boundary between the two was almost impossible to distinguish.

He looked down and read the little poem on the note again.

Mo Yi frowned. He felt that he was vaguely familiar with these lines, but he could not remember where he had read them.

Just then, he heard a faint noise of confusion in the distance.

The voice of shallow tears mixed with impatient arguments, through the thick door to the ear - everything is so familiar.

Mo Yi looked at the closed door, then turned to Wen Chen and asked:

"do you still need to be invisible in this copy?"

According to the information that Wen Chen told Mo Yi before, his appearance is likely to increase the difficulty coefficient of the copy, so he will follow him in invisible form in the third copy. However, according to the information disclosed by Wen Chen just now, the game's supervision on the operation of this copy is not very strict, so Mo Yi will ask Wen Chen's idea.

Wen Chen was still staring at the oil painting on the wall. He quickly took a look at Mo Yi and replied:

"no need."

Mo Yi nodded and was about to open the door of the room. She heard that Chen continued to say: "br >

" I'm very interested in the theme of weddings. "

Mo Yi:

The wedding in the copy? Are you sure?

He paused in silence, then reached out and opened the door of the room.

In front of us is a long corridor. The decoration in the corridor is as gorgeous and luxurious as that in the room. The beautiful silver lamp on the wall and the dark yellow candle light on the arm will illuminate the spacious corridor.

The strange fragrance that Mo Yi asked when he woke up seemed to be more intense. It spread cold and sweet in the closed corridor, which made people hold their breath slightly.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen go to the place where the voice comes from.

At the end of the corridor is a huge staircase paved with dark red carpet, leading to the first floor with bright lights. Then Mo Yi realized that he had woken up in a room on the second floor.

At the end of the stairs, a group of people stood in twos and threes.

The fierce quarrel that just reached Mo Yi Er has stopped. Only one young girl is still standing in the corner, wiping tears and making a low sob. It sounds strange in this dead and luxurious house. In the other corner of the room, there is a middle-aged woman who is a little fat, wearing a long skirt and high-heeled shoes that are not suitable for sports Qing's eyes are full of hostility.

It seems that the running in period between the new and the senior is over.

Standing near the side of the stairs, a senior person saw Mo Yi standing at the top of the stairs, and couldn't help shouting impatiently: "hurry up, hurry up! I'll be waiting for you. "

He murmured a few curses, then pressed the cigarette end on the stair handle, leaving an ugly semicircle mark on the dark glazed surface.

When Mo Yi and Wen Chen go down the stairs, the familiar mechanical female voice rings"Hello, welcome to stay alive.

Your only mission is to survive at Claus House for nine days.

The following are the tips for you:

the lips that made my heart infatuated,

the spring tide in my chest which is stronger than the sunshine,

all take away, what is left?

Terrible, my soul!

Only the faded sketch drawn by the tricolor pencil,

gradually disappeared in loneliness like me.

Every day, the unjust old man of time,

uses thick and hard wings to erase the traces... "

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