Chapter 153

Mo Yi and Wen Chen step out and just walk into the corridor, they just listen to the heavy bell ringing in their ears. The metallic hum reverberated through the air, one sound after another, and it stopped after eleven full taps.

At this time, the figures of the people in front of them suddenly no longer move forward, as if the road ahead was suddenly blocked.

Mo Yi looks up and looks at Wen Chen. They quickly exchange a look, and then quickly walk to the front of the team.

Through the crowd, I saw a thin black shadow standing in the middle of the winding stairs downstairs, as if tearing a gap out of the overhead light, standing straight in front of the crowd who rushed downstairs. The aura around the body was like an invisible wall blocking the players' March.

A straight black uniform, a snow-white shirt protruding from the cuffs and necklines, and a cadaveric face.

The haunted housekeeper stood in front of the stairs, staring at the crowd with his black eyes like holes. There was no expression on the pale face composed of uncomfortable facial features, which made people shiver.

In the heavy and dead air, there seemed to be a faint vibration of the aftersound of the bell.

They could not help but breathe less.

The housekeeper said slowly, "dear guests, it's time to rest. Tomorrow, Mr. and Mrs. de Claus have prepared a lot of activities for you, so please keep your energy

He looked around the players in front of him slowly with his black hole like eyes, and added clearly: "please stay in your room during the rest time. Don't walk around the house at will. Wish you a good dream."

After that, the housekeeper gave a deep salute to the silent players, and then turned to walk to the side of the darkness. The thin figure was slowly swallowed up by the strong darkness in the house, and even the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared.

The players looked at each other.

In the end, she broke the deadlock: "that In this case, it's better to follow the instructions of NPC. We'd better go back to see the note behind the oil painting in your room tonight, and the rest of the clues will be exchanged after the rest time is over tomorrow morning. "

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The players gathered on the stairs slowly dispersed and walked towards their rooms.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen also went down the stairs, along the corridor back to their room.

The door closes behind him, and the bright light in the room separates this independent space from the deep corridor. As Wen Chen is not an official player in the copy, naturally, he does not have his own room, so it is obvious that they have to share the only bed in the room tonight.

After simply washing and rinsing, Mo Yi threw his body on the soft velvet bed. He felt that the tiredness he had experienced all day was reflected in the tight muscles of his shoulders and neck. At the moment, with his deliberate relaxation, he was sending out a slightly astringent pain.

He reached out and pressed his brow, his pale face tinged with fatigue.

Wen Chen walks to the other side of the bed, reaches out to extinguish the light at the head of the bed, and the room is shrouded in darkness.

Mo Yi only heard the sound of hearing the sound from his ear, and then felt the weight of the bed beside him. The soft velvet mattress magnified every movement on the bed to the maximum, and then transmitted it clearly.

Wen Chen's voice sounded in the dark, and the low voice line seemed to be able to bring the faint vibration in the air:

"good night."

Mo Yi replies softly: "good night."

He opened his eyes, and there was a fuzzy ceiling on his head. He did not know why, after the dark came, his sleepiness and sleepiness disappeared with the light. Instead, he became hyperactive of his nerves. Perhaps the work and rest that had been too reversed before entering the copy finally began its long-planned revenge and revenge. A kind of excessive soberness occupied Mo Yi's mind, His obsessive-compulsive memory of everything and every detail that happened in the copy today is like being forced to stare at a slow movie with wide eyes.

A slight white noise fills the eardrum. Mo Yi is familiar with the process of his body. He knows that he can't sleep tonight.

He adjusted his breathing, trying to create the illusion that he was about to fall asleep.

Then, in the dark, Mo Yi heard the subtle sound of the sheets being crumpled and rubbed. Then, he felt something pressing on his eyes -

a cold and dry palm gently covered his face with an irresistible softness.

Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, slowly blink eyes, eyelashes across the palm of the other party's hard feeling is vividly magnified by the dark.

The palm of the hand trembled imperceptibly with his movements, and the fingertips on his temples gently rubbed his skin. The voice of Wen Chen reached his ears, and his voice was hoarse with slight stagnation:

"close your eyes."

Mo Yi subconsciously closed his eyes. The palm on his face moved away. The bed beside him creaked clearly under the pressure, and the sides of his body sank slightly. Then something cold and soft pressed on his eyelids, and his breath was sprayed on his forehead, bringing a little wet.He opened his eyes and opened his lips a little, but nothing came out. Actually, Mo Yi didn't know what he wanted to say. He just watched the dim outline of Wen Chen in the dark.

Only heard Chen say on his head: "this can not call good night."

What he said is endless, but I don't know why Mo Yi clearly knows his complete subtext - sleep with eyes open is not called good night.

Mo Yi smiles gently, raises his hand to press Wen Chen's back neck, takes him to his own direction, and then raises his head in the dark, estimates a loud kiss on his forehead:

"thank you."

Perhaps it was the fermenting darkness, or Wen Chen's interruption. The white noise disappeared, and Mo Yi soon fell asleep.

Until the knock on the door woke him from his sleep.

Mo Yi quickly broke free from his sleep, and his nerves regained tension and clearness as quickly as possible. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. According to the time of this copy, it should be 7:30 now.

A gentle knock on the door rang again.

Mo Yi got up from the bed, went to the door and opened the door. On the ground, he saw a delicate silver basin with steaming hot water. Beside the basin was a towel, which seemed to be prepared for washing. He took the basin into the room and put it on the small table.

He simply washed his hands by soaking them in hot water, but he felt that the touch of warm water seemed to be wrong

The thick and greasy feeling runs through the fingers, giving people a strange feeling of nausea -

Mo Yi looks down at the small basin, and the water in the basin turns bright dark red. The strong and fishy smell of rust is mixed with cold, sweet and greasy fragrance Rolling slowly as if alive

He was startled, subconsciously took out his palm from the basin, stepped back a few steps, and opened the distance from the basin of blood.

The voice that hears Chen after death: "how?"

Mo Yi was distracted by his shouts, and then looked down at his hands. His hands were wet and full of water. Under the light, he looked up at the silver basin. He saw that the bright red blood in it had disappeared completely, leaving only the transparent water flowers excited by his excessive actions.

…… Red.

Mo Yi seems to think of something, his eyes are slightly heavy.

He wiped his hands on the towel hanging by the basin, and then walked quickly to the painting at the door and studied it carefully.

The thin blood band on the neck of the woman painted above has become close to the thickness of a finger, deeply burned on her slender neck. Large areas of blood and the dark red bed sheet under her snow-white and naked body are mixed together. But this time, the blood trace has become so heavy that it can be seen without discrimination, and it is full of dripping light under the light.

Wen Chen has already walked to his side at the moment, follow Mo Yi's eyes to look at the oil painting, slowly narrowed his eyes.

Mo Yi crooked his lips, but there was no smile on his face. He said softly:

"yesterday was black. It seems that today's victims should be red." At that moment, as like as two peas were heard,

heard the sound of knocking at the door. Wen Chen walked over to open the door. Only a small tray like the last one was seen on the ground, with a delicate dish on it and covered with silver - just like yesterday's lunch.

Wen Chen took up the tray and went to Mo Yi. However, Mo Yi's attention seemed to be attracted by something in the past. His eyebrows frowned slightly, and he focused on the oil painting. There was a faint light in his dark eyes. This was a sign when he found any clues.

So Wen Chen just quietly put down the tray, patiently stood by his side waiting.

Mo Yi slowly reached out his hand, thoughtfully touched the heavy and dark frame of the oil painting, and then suddenly looked up:

"follow me."

After saying that, Mo Yi opens the door in a hurry and strides out. Wen Chen follows closely.

Other people have not left the room, the corridor is quiet as if it is still in the middle of the night. Mo Yi walks through the winding stairs and narrow corridor of the house, quickly passes through the magnificent and bright hall on the first floor, and then quickly walks to the side hall.

He had bright eyes and a slight shortness of breath, and could almost hear his heart beating nervously in his chest.

Frame.

Of all the oil paintings in the whole house, Mo Yi only saw four of them framed with heavy black wood wrapped with gold thread.

Two hanging in the house of the dead, one in his own room.

In addition, there is a similar frame.

The portrait in the side hall.

Wen Chen comes forward a few steps, stretched out his hand to take down the lock on the side hall door, two people push the door to go to the room.

The cold air spread and stirred a layer of goose bumps on Mo Yi's exposed skin. He took a deep breath, stepped forward slowly, and reached for the white cloth covered on the oil painting hanging on the wall.The black wood frame wrapped with gold thread was exposed - followed by the old cracked oil painting -

Mo Yi's heart shrank as if tightly held by an invisible hand.

I can see that the paint on the figure in the painting is dry and dry, except

Her dark eyes and ebony hair were bright and moist as if they had just been colored, and they fell down on her waist like a waterfall, flashing a charming light in the dim light.

Those two bright black eyes are inlaid on the face with fuzzy outline, and they are closely watching Mo Yi standing in front of the painting.

This strange picture looks very hairy,

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