Chapter 147

Mo Yi made a move and turned to look behind him.

The housekeeper did not know when he appeared at the open door. In the dark, he could only see the vague outline of his pale face. His deep eyes were like two black holes, staring at him coldly.

Mo Yi released a corner of the white cloth in his hand without a trace, turned around and said without changing his face:

"I just turn around at will."

The housekeeper's bleak voice came from the darkness far away:

"I'm very sorry, the servant in this room has not been cleaned up for the time being, so it's not suitable for receiving guests. Please move to another room."

Mo Yi looked around the whole room. The pale cloth covered the high or low furniture like a shroud, and stood silently in the thick darkness. It always made people wonder whether there was something peeping under it.

He took back his eyes and walked to the door. As he walked, he asked:

"but I seem to hear the piano coming from here just now? "

The housekeeper leaned over to make way for him. His dark eyes were fixed on Mo Yi. There was no mood fluctuation on his pale face. He looked like he was wearing a cold mask:

"I'm afraid you heard me wrong. The piano in this room has not been passive for a long time."

Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes a little, and quietly replied, "is it That may be my auditory hallucination

He and Wen Chen came out of the side hall one after another. The wide and warm corridor neutralized the cold temperature in the side hall. The cold smell of the stone tomb cellar was replaced by the sweet and greasy smell again.

Mo Yi walked forward slowly for a few steps. Then he seemed to suddenly think of something. He asked casually:

"by the way, do you know who can play the piano in this house?"

"Sorry, I don't know," the housekeeper replied in a polite tone that was no different from that just now

Then, Mo Yi asked, "did you ever squint? Can't the de Claus play the piano

The housekeeper's cold and pale face almost had no change. He replied in a respectful and distant tone: "I'm very sorry. As a servant, I shouldn't talk about the employer. I hope the respected guests will understand."

His answer is as impenetrable as a wall of iron, and it is almost impossible to find any mistakes and omissions.

Mo Yi nodded gently and stopped asking questions:

"OK, excuse me."

After saying that, he then housekeeper brush body, and Wen Chen together one front after another along the long corridor always the direction walk.

Before they return to the hall, Mo Yi subconsciously turns back to look behind him.

I saw that thin and gloomy housekeeper was still standing in the same place, watching Mo Yi and Wen Chen's back, and his rigid face blurred into the darkness of the side hall. He could only vaguely see the pale white cloth in the quiet and open door of the side hall.

Seeing that he might not be able to return for a short time, Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath, and then stepped into the brightly lit hall. The exquisite marble statues and the arched porch showed the owner's wealth.

This Claus House is obviously very large. Even if there are more than 20 players in it, it is still quiet as if only two of them are in it. There is no other people's movement. The silence is disturbing.

Mo Yi lowered his head and rubbed his knuckles absently, as if thinking about something.

Wen Chen stepped forward, stopped by Mo Yi's side, and then asked softly:

"what are you thinking?"

Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at him thoughtfully and said, "just now when I asked the housekeeper if anyone could play the piano, he directly replied that he was not sure. However, when I asked him if his master could play the piano, he said that he couldn't talk about the master..."

Wen Chen picks eyebrow to see to him: "so?"

Mo Yi pursed his lips and said word by word: "he can use the same answer to prevaricate me, but he didn't."

He gazed at Wen Chen and said slowly, "why?"

Wen Chen looks at him quietly without answering. Mo Yi doesn't care. He just moves his eyes and subconsciously falls on the corridor where they left just now. The mood in his dark eyes is not clear. He hooks his lips without trace:

" It's interesting. "

Wen Chen's eyes moved down slowly and fell on the arc of Mo Yi's pale lips. The color of a pair of light colored eyes deepened slightly, and the protruding laryngeal knot moved slightly.

Mo Yi noticed Wen Chen's excessively hot sight and withdrew his sight. He asked, "what's the matter?"

Wen Chen turned his head in an instant, and looked away from him in a disguised way. He pretended to be calm and said: "I'm sorry It's nothing, just the way you think... "

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows: "eh?"Wen Chen's face still did not have any redundant expression, but the tip of his ear was a little red. He clenched his fist and put it on his lips. He coughed twice and said in a voice so light that he could hardly hear it clearly It's very nice. "

Mo Yi didn't expect that Wen Chen would be so straightforward in the copy. The sudden praise made him a little shy. His face was slightly hot, and he subconsciously replied: "I'm sorry Thank you

It seems that he realized that his answer was a little strange, so Mo Yi stopped for a moment, and after thinking about it, he added with some uncertainty:

" You too? "

Smell speech, Wen Chen's eyes slightly stare big, turn to look at Mo Yi, the heat on the ear has spread to his cheek, pale face and cold facial features seem to live up in an instant, he gently hooked his lips, a pair of light colored eyes tightly staring at Mo Yi: "say it again."

Mo Yi, somewhat unnaturally, turned his head and said, "haven't we been to that direction yet? Let's go and have a look at it -- "

before he finished his words, he strode towards the direction he had just pointed out, and his rapid pace was slightly disordered.

The radian of Wen Chen's lips still has no sign of disappearing. His eyes are bright and bright and stare at Mo Yi's back, and then step forward to follow up.

They spent the next half an hour searching the whole hall, but found nothing but a better understanding of how luxurious the house was.

And the sound of the huge dome reverberated again.

Before the meeting time with other players, Mo Yi and Wen Chen stopped looking for meaningless things. The other players also came back to the hall and met at the bottom of the stairs.

The crowd gathered together for a simple self introduction, and then began to summarize the clues found in each player's house. But because the time of this separation is not long, and the house is really out of the ordinary, so we basically have no particularly valuable harvest.

**The veteran player who had proposed to move separately looked down at his wristwatch and said, "now it's almost lunch time as the housekeeper said. We'd better try to abide by the timetable in the copy. Now we'd better go back to the room where we wake up and wait. If there's no other arrangement, we'd better go back to the room where we wake up, We'll still gather here on this staircase, don't you think? "

His proposal was reasonable, and everyone nodded and then dispersed.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen also go up the stairs. Before turning the corner, Mo Yi's eyes unconsciously cross the hall where there is no one in the sky, and then steps slightly.

Walk beside him, the Wen Chen of the other side also immediately stops footstep, turn a head to look at him.

Mo Yi frowned slowly and fixed his eyes on the two marble figures with different movements at the closed gate Seems to have changed direction?

He finally took a deep look at the two lifeless stone carvings, then turned to Wen Chen and said in a low voice:

"it's OK, let's go."

They walk up the stairs, and then follow the path to the room where Mo Yi wakes up.

Mo Yi opened the door, and the familiar scene in the room came into view. However, the wrinkles and traces that he once lay on the big soft and luxurious bed have disappeared. It is as smooth as the surface of a lake without wind. It seems that someone took the opportunity to make the bed when he left.

He slightly narrowed his eyes, and then walked to the room, Wen Chen followed closely.

The door closed slowly behind them, blocking out the dim yellow candle light in the corridor, and closing the silence inside.

Mo Yi walks to the frame where he finds the note and stands still. Then he stares at the dead woman in the oil painting quietly.

I don't know if it's his illusion He always felt that the thin blood on the woman's pale neck seemed to become clear and distinct.

Just then, there was a gentle knock at the door - three gentle and polite taps.

Mo Yi went to the door and opened the door. There was no one at the door. There was only a silver tray standing upright at the door. The delicate dishes and bowls were covered with the same silver lid. Beside the utensils, there was a small note with something written on it.

He looked around with his head. There was no moving figure in the long corridor.

Mo Yi bent down to pick up the tray and then walked back into the room.

He put the tray on the table, then reached out and picked up the small piece of paper on the tray -

on the light goose yellow paper, there were beautiful flowered characters written in dark blue ink, and the words on it were:

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