Chapter 161

The food in delicate dishes is like water flowing to the table. The melodious music is flowing quietly in the fragrant air, and the crisp jingling sound of cup and plate collision rings in the banquet.

Mo Yi drooped her eyes and sipped the amber wine in the cup and looked around the whole room without trace.

In the shadow near the door stood the Butler's thin figure, a pale face hidden in the dark, if you do not look carefully, it is almost impossible to find his existence.

All the players at the table seem to be absent-minded. Although the color and smell of food in the porcelain plate are particularly attractive, maybe there are too many things happening today, so most players do not seem to have much appetite. They just mechanically cut the things in the plate with their knives and forks, and then send the small pieces into the entrance.

Mo Yi takes back his sight. His eyes pass through the door of the room carelessly. He can't help but give a slight pause.

The shadow near the door was shrouded in a thick darkness, but it could still be seen that there was no one there.

He was stunned and blinked slowly. For a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Clearly The housekeeper was here just now.

Mo Yi instantly recalled the housekeeper who disappeared at dinner last night. Although he was not in the banquet room at that time, seeing the housekeeper close the door of the banquet hall at the door was the last time he saw him that night.

He thoughtfully pasted the cold edge of the glass to his lips, but he did not drink it.

Although Mo Yi is really curious about where the housekeeper went and what he did during the period of his disappearance, under the present situation, he wants to know what he can do with this period of time

Mo Yi put down the glass in his hand, reached out to find the servant standing on the side and asked softly:

"do you have any whiskey

The servant nodded respectfully, turned and left less than half a minute later, he came back with whisky. Mo Yi raised his hand to pick it up. However, Mo Yi accidentally touched the silver knife on the ground, which made a dull noise on the carpet floor. The servant bent down to pick it up, but Mo Yi stopped him. He calmly replied, "I come, you go and get another pair."

The servant looked at Mo Yi with dark eyes for a long time. Then he went back to the locked glass cabinet in the corner of the room to get a clean knife and fork, and replaced it skillfully.

Mo Yi picked up the dirty knife and handed it to him.

The waiter's eyes turned slowly on the table. It seemed that he didn't find anything unusual. So he politely took over the dirty knife and fork in Mo Yi's hand, bowed respectfully, and then backed back to the place where he had just stood and waited quietly.

Mo Yi was just passing over. He put the whisky in his hand to his lips and took a sip. His eyebrows frowned subconsciously. Then he wiped his mouth with his napkin and spit the liquor in his mouth quietly.

He replaced the glass in his hand and pushed it away with his fingertips without a trace.

And Wen Chen then naturally stretched out his hand to put the whisky in front of him and pushed the fruit wine belonging to Mo Yi in the past.

Mo Yi asked in a very low voice: -- Have you got it? "

Wen Chen nodded gently, a little cold touch touched the back of Mo Yi's hand, which naturally fell to his side. He raised his hand to take it - it was a silver knife wrapped in a thin napkin.

Mo Yi quietly took the knife, and put it close to the arm hidden in his sleeve, the shirt close to the skin wrapped it firmly, and the complicated decoration of the cuffs of the Victorian Dress concealed its existence.

I'm afraid it's very difficult for players to take things out of the room so easily. At the same time, Mo Yi asked Wen Chen before. Due to the limitation of the copy itself, Wen Chen can't take the initiative to participate in too much. Although it's not impossible to directly open the cupboard with tableware, it will lead to a certain degree of copy backfire - so he played a little tricks to reveal Some omissions or bad intentions, so that the waiter will all focus on their own body, and Wen Chen can take the opportunity to open the door to pick up new tableware, secretly take something, so that he is not active invasion, but just a hole in the hole.

Exquisite dishes were sent to the long table and placed in front of everyone. After the main course was eaten, the maid immediately served the dessert.

Time passed by like a stream of water, but so far, the process of the dinner has not changed much.

Mo Yi frowned and raised her eyes around the room. The housekeeper still didn't come back. Everything seemed peaceful and peaceful.

Other players are also obviously a little impatient, the atmosphere began to slightly agitate up.

Li Wang, sitting on the other side away from Mo Yi, had the most obvious facial expression. He stretched out his hand and pulled his tight bow tie. Then he called a man servant and asked in a volume that everyone else could hear: "so what are we going to do tonight? We have to be dressed so badlyThe servant's face was stiff and pale, but his voice sounded gentle and polite: "there's a dance tonight, sir."

The ball?

Mo Yi was stunned. After a second's delay, he realized that someone had asked his question. The servant looked at the player and said in the same respectful tone: "yes, from tonight on, Mr. de Claus and Mrs. de Claus will hold a grand dance party for their newlyweds for three consecutive days. After dinner, they will lead you there."

Everyone looked at each other, and they saw the same bewilderment on each other's faces. They ate the food on the plate with their heads down. More than ten minutes later, through the thick wall and the closed door, the vague bell rang.

When the clock struck eight times, Mo Yi looked down at his watch -- it was just eight o'clock in the evening.

The servant, who had just explained, came forward and took the people who had been eating dinner for a long time and went to the deep of the room.

There is a tall bronze gate in the deep of the room. It is depicted with exquisite relief. It is not clear to see under the dim light. The servant reaches out and pushes the door open. Mo Yi's eyes look into the door through his shoulder.

The walls and ceiling are deep dark red color. The floor is covered with bright red carpet. Under the light, it looks like a velvet texture. The whole room is like being immersed in blood, as if everything is blood red. There is no window in the spacious room. The low ceiling makes the whole room look depressed and closed, which makes people gasp.

Scattered in the room are several white marble statues, standing in different forms in the corner, even their pale bodies are reflected a faint red.

The whole room looks weird - but on top of that, there's all the leisure and luxury that a high society Prom salon needs, whether it's wine or fine food.

The male servant stood at the door, bent down deeply and motioned inward. However, the players hesitated. Looking at the strange atmosphere in the room, they were afraid to step forward.

Players do not move, the man does not move, both sides seem to be static sculpture general rigid, the atmosphere is tight and dead.

Finally, * *, biting his teeth, took the lead to walk in, and other players followed him to the room.

When the last player entered the room, the bronze door closed slowly, and the melodious music sounded as if there was an induction. However, Mo Yi looked around the room and could not find anyone to play the music. However, the music sounded so clearly in his ears, as if playing in the room.

The players stood quietly in the room, staring at each other at a loss.

One player asked in a low voice, "I'm afraid What now? "

**He took a deep breath and replied with a pretence of ease: "take a step and see a step."

Suddenly, just at this moment, Mo Yi seemed to notice something. He walked into the room, squinting his eyes and looking at the nearest marble statue.

The stone statues in front of them are different from those outside the door. Their muscle texture is not prominent or body-building, their faces are not profound, and their movements are not as artistic and dynamic as other marble statues in the house. Moreover I don't know why. Mo Yi always feels familiar with the marble statue in front of him.

At this time, he was stunned, and then turned to count the number of marble statues in the room:

one, two, three, four There are four stone statues.

And four players died in two days - is that a coincidence?

While he was observing, suddenly, there was a scream behind him, and an unusual riot broke out in the crowd.

Mo Yi was startled. He turned his head and looked behind him. He saw a player standing closest to the door screaming in a panic. However, his limbs couldn't move any more. He could only see the blue veins on his neck protruding with force, his face red and his eyes spitting out. He cried out in despair: "help me! help me!! I can't move

From his legs, thighs, waist and chest, everything became hard and pale, which made people feel chilly.

But in just a few minutes, a living player becomes a marble statue.

The crowd was stunned and silent.

Mo Yi wrung his brow in meditation and walked forward quickly. He tentatively bent his fingers and knocked on the shoulder of the player who had become a marble statue.

There was a thumping sound.

Behind him came a voice of shock and anger What the hell are you doing? Do you have any -- "

Mo Yi frowned impatiently and said coldly," shut up. "

The two short, loud words, with a sense of oppression that people can't resist, make the * * involuntarily stop.

Mo Yi attentively listened to the music in his ear. He changed a tune, which seems to have changed since that player began to petrify.He turned away with his lips pressed, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he could not help but give a slight pause.

The four marble statues in different shapes just now changed their positions at the same time. They stood in their original position, facing the people with the pale and colorless hard face hole, and their pale eyes and eyes were staring at the people coldly. They looked strange and terrible.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your concern. I've got a better cold. Today, I'm red at random.

especially thanks to annadoyle's shallow water bomb

thanks to Qu Yanzhou_ D's grenade

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