Chapter 154

Mo Yi gazed at the oil painting in the hazy darkness, holding his breath subconsciously, as if worried about something to disturb.

The blurred and cracked face on the oil painting looked back at him quietly. The dark eyes were like deep black holes, as if two holes without emotion -- the unpredictable eyes cast from the cold room as deep as the cellar.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and took his eyes away.

Now, those scattered clues are finally connected by a clear clue. The veil that has been covered in this copy is finally lifted by the wind, revealing a part of the vague outline.

So far, this copy has probably killed people by color, killing the players in the room with the oil paintings of the corresponding colors, and then dipping their colors to make up for the painting hanging in the hall, or - to restore it to what it used to be.

Then, this oil painting must be the key to this copy.

Mo Yi looks at the oil painting quietly hanging on the wall again, and the woman whose face is not clear in the painting.

So Will this woman be the bride? Could it be Mrs. de Claus, who only heard of her name but not her? If so? If the painting is not completely filled, will the wedding be held in two days? ——If not, who would she be?

Numerous questions then came, like heavy stones, which were put into Mo Yi's stomach, and slowly fell to the depths with his thoughts.

Mo Yi took a few steps forward and looked at the portrait. His eyes moved inch by inch on the rough canvas, not letting go of the slightest possible clue -

finally, he raised his hand and gently stroked the lower right corner of the portrait, hiding a bulge under the fading and peeling paint.

It is a circular symbol. Although Mo Yi can't see the specific pattern on it, he can be sure that it is the same pattern that he found on the clothes of the deceased after the invitation card.

Mo Yi frowns and stares at the strange pattern.

According to the law, the decoration printed after the invitation should be the noble's family emblem, but on the day of entering the copy, Mo Yi never saw it in any other place where the family emblem might appear, whether it was silver knife and fork Embroidery tablecloth or those expensive and luxurious decorations.

Just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, a strange commotion broke out of the room.

Mo Yi Leng Leng, by the faint voice outside the door pulled back to the reality, he turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and then they quickly walked to the door.

Many people had gathered in the hall. They all looked confused and uneasy. They were arguing with each other. No one noticed that Mo Yi walked out of the side hall.

Mo Yi stepped forward and casually pulled a man and asked, "what happened?"

"At least, the man seemed to be pale, but he did not have the ability to speak

Mo Yi's heart is tight, motionless ground asks a way: "where?"

The player raised his finger to the second floor and said, "but I suggest you don't watch --"

before he finished, Mo Yi walked quickly along the place he pointed to. Just after he got to the second floor, he smelled a strong smell of blood, even several times more than that of last night.

I saw several people surrounded in one of the corridors, but most of them did not stop at the door and peep inside like they did last time. Instead, they stood in the corridor with pale white faces.

The smell of blood became more intense, as if it could almost condense into substance. Even Mo Yi could not help feeling a burst of physiological discomfort.

He frowned more tightly, and walked quickly into the open door.

As soon as he entered the door, the strong smell of rust fell face-to-face like a solid wall, making Mo Yi's step subconsciously slow. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose and looked in the direction of the smell.

There was a protruding human figure lying upright on the bed, but he could not recognize his appearance at all.

it was like that all the cells and capillaries under the skin were broken. The blood gushed from every pore on the corpse without stopping, flowing, and dyed the body red from head to foot, just like a river The whole bed was wet with blood, and trickled down along the sheet, forming a large pool of blood beside the bed. However, there was no trace of blood stained on the body's snow-white nightdress, which floated spotlessly in a deep river of blood.

That explains why there is such a strong smell of blood.

Mo Yi turns his head and subconsciously looks for the oil painting close to the door. His sight is fixed on it.

A dying woman was depicted in the black wood frame with golden threads. Her pale chest was cut open, and her bleeding red heart was revealed. Her naked limbs and a bloody hand were raised as if struggling. The veins on the back of the skinny hand were protruding like a dying bird.Red.

He took a slow, deep breath and drew back his sight.

From the other end of the room, pale faced * * went to Mo Yi, handed him a note and said, "this is I found it behind the paintings in this room. "

Mo Yi took the note and saw a poem written in familiar scrawl:

"like catching a bird that was suddenly shaking, I took out the bright red heart from his chest, and then, in order to make my pet eat enough, I threw it to the ground with contempt."

Yes, red.

Mo Yi's eyes were slightly heavy, and he stepped out of the room. Other players also got up and gathered in the hall and corridor in twos and threes. He looked around the quiet crowd and asked, "have you looked under the oil paintings in your room after you went back?"

The other players nodded, pale and frightened, and then the tide came around, each holding a crumpled, dusty note in their hands.

Mo Yi looked at the past one by one - as he thought, the poems on everyone's paper symbolized a kind of color.

However, the most puzzling thing is Not only red and white, but also black.

But two black players died yesterday.

Except, this copy doesn't exactly follow one color per day, or Will these black colors be used in addition to filling the portrait?

Mo Yi lowered his eyes, and his quiet black eyes closed under his long eyelashes. He thought for a few seconds, then looked up and said to the crowd:

"follow me."

After saying that, he went straight to the side hall when he came to it. The players who didn't know why looked at each other, so they had to follow up quickly.

When passing through the dark corridor, Mo Yi heard people's whispering behind him.

“…… Have you ever been to this place? " "No, and you?" "I didn't even notice that there was a corridor here." "strange, me too. It's clear that this place is not remote..."

Mo Yi knows clearly that this room can't be found at will. If he doesn't follow the piano to find the side hall, he will be as blind as others to the extra room here.

At this time, he had already reached the end of the room. When he left the side hall just now, he did not lock the door again. So Mo Yi just pushed the door open with a slight push. The cold breath spread with his movement, which made people shiver.

As soon as Mo Yi entered the room, he stepped slightly and looked straight at the end of the room.

The oil painting was quietly hanging on the wall. The huge white cloth covered the whole painting, and the falling wrinkles were engraved with deep shadow. However, Mo Yi remembered that he did not cover the white cloth back before he left.

He took a deep breath, and slowly walked over, then reached for the white cloth and pulled it down.

Just listen to the sound of Hua, white cloth with Mo Yi's action is pulled down, revealing the picture below.

Just now, only the woman with black hair and eyes dyed with color stayed quietly in the picture frame. Her beautiful lips were bright and ruddy, just like drinking blood. The whole face was fuzzy and faded. Only her eyes and lips seemed to be re dyed with vitality. A pair of black hole like eyes staring at all the people standing in front of the painting as if they were burning ghost fire.

The players standing in the room were silent, as if they were forced to look away from the painting by some force. They looked at the painting closely, as if seeing the moths in the dark. They were attracted by the dangerous and fatal things.

Mo Yi slowly back a few steps, fingers slightly send, white cloth from his fingertips slide to the ground, forced into a ball.

He gazed at the crowd and simply said his guess. Then he paused and said solemnly:

"according to the previous rule, the next player to die should be the red player. However, except that the oil painting is the clue, we don't know how this copy of the play killed people or in what order. So, I suggest, The implied words on the note are red, so you'd better dispose of the oil paintings in your room

"Are you sure?" asked the player eagerly? Will it work? "

Mo Yi's eyes lingered on him for a moment and replied, "I don't know. What I said just now is just a suggestion. Whether or not to do it or not and how to do it depends on you. After all The consequences of the action are on your own. "

In the dangerous copies, you never know what choice you have made, or the decision will ring the death knell for yourself, and every move may have hidden dangers.

No one knows whether it is a blessing or a curse to dispose of the oil paintings in the room. Players whose keywords are white and black can wait, but Red players can't afford to do nothing, so either take the risk or pray that they won't be a fraction of the dead.

Although most players are scared, they are not stupid enough not to know how to choose.Looking at the crowd, Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and walked with him. His face was dignified.

To be honest, he decided to share the information. One of the reasons was that he didn't want the players to die too many people in the first three days, so that the subsequent copies could not be carried out. Another reason was that He's trying.

Just a few minutes before he entered the side hall, the Butler drove him away.

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