Chapter 163

Everyone in the room has a heavy heart in their eyes. There is a strong sense of vigilance and panic in the deep eyes. Players stand rigidly in place, and the room is in a dead silence for a time.

At this time, Mo Yi seems to be aware of something, he quickly swept the players in the room, and then slightly stunned.

Wait No.

Mo Yi's face slowly became dignified. He narrowed his eyes and looked at all the players who normally stood in the room, counting the number of players silently in his heart. Now there are only 15 players standing in the hall.

There are 23 players in this copy, including him. Four of them died in these two days. Three people in the dance hall have turned into marble statues. Now there should be 16 players left in the hall.

So, where's the player who didn't go?

Mo Yi's brows are locked, and his eyes slowly slide across the faces of the players standing in the hall - they all seem to be looking at each other with vigilance, and no one notices when there is a person missing in the room.

The dance partners of those players who forgot to bring their invitation cards are now quietly far away from the few faceless players, and then they begin to look for other partners again. The players with sweat and pale faces seem to be in despair, In the dark eyes, the unique fierce light of the people in the desperate situation is lit up. They stare at all the people except themselves, and some even stare at the redundant invitation card found from the dead players in Mo Yi's hands with covetous eyes.

Other players are not blind, they slowly back away from them, showing a look of defense and vigilance.

The air slowly filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, the atmosphere was almost explosive.

Seeing that things are going to be irreversible, Mo Yi can't help but frown slightly - now the number of players has been reduced too much, and now can't be indulged.

He stepped forward slowly and said, "everyone, calm down first."

Mo Yi's voice is not big, but it is particularly abrupt in the dead hall. All the people's eyes are attracted to him. Mo Yi's face is calm. He slowly unfolds the redundant invitation card in his hand. His clean and white fingers gently place on the paper, and says faintly:

"each invitation card has its own Names, even if you get someone else's invitation, I'm afraid it won't help. "

His articulation is clear and gentle, and his black eyes are quiet, which makes people follow his thoughts involuntarily.

"How do you know?" a desperate player retorted! It's not you who are going to die! "

Mo Yi shook his head slowly and replied, "haven't you found it? This room doesn't kill all the players who don't have invitation cards. Instead, they choose one player to kill each time they start a new song. Up to now, there have been three songs played, and now it is... "

He pauses and looks down at his watch: "it's nine forty-six."

Mo Yi looked around the quiet players and continued: "we entered this room about a little more than eight o'clock. After subtracting the rest time just now, each song is about 20 minutes long. According to the housekeeper's statement yesterday, we need to return to our respective rooms at 11 o'clock, so the dance will definitely end before 11 o'clock It means... "

Before his voice dropped, a senior player on the side took over the beginning of the speech: "then, if you don't count the rest time, there should be two more songs..."

Mo Yi nodded, then turned to look at the players whose faces had changed a little bit and said:

"so, you see, it's not lifeless, but -"

as soon as he turned his words, he gently rubbed the thin invitation card with his fingers, and said slowly, "in this level of dance, it's a great offense to use others' invitation cards, and no one will Know the consequences of embezzlement or Punishment. "

Mo Yi's eyes stopped on the players, and then held the edge of the invitation with his fingers and handed it out --

"so, anyone want to try it?"

No one answered, and no one came forward. Even the player who had said something against Mo Yi had a timid silence on his face. The faces of those players who were desperate just now are not as pale and bloodless as they were just now, and their reason seems to be slowly returning. Everyone's eyes flashed with contemplative look

Mo Yi took back his eyes with satisfaction, stepped forward, put his invitation card back into the arms of the player who had become a marble statue, and then stepped back a few steps and stood back The position of talent.

At this time, his light suddenly aimed at something, could not help but slightly, looking in that direction.

In the middle of the vacant dance hall, I don't know when a player's figure appeared. His body was stiff and straight standing in the middle of the empty hall. There was a bright rose pinned on the chest of the dress, which stood out from the dark cloth.Mo Yi was stunned and quickly looked at the other players in the hall and counted them silently in the bottom of his heart --

sixteen players.

Now the player standing in the middle of the room should be the one who disappeared after entering the dance hall.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observed the man standing in the center of the hall, and saw that his face and lips were pale to the point of no blood color. There was no expression on his gold paper like face, and a pair of empty eyes without focus looked straight to the distance, as if he had been caught by a nightmare, and looked strange.

The voices of other people slowly faded down, and gradually noticed that the man who did not know when he had appeared in the hall was watching him with vigilance.

Just then, the man moved.

He slowly turned to his side, his empty eyes looking straight into the air around him. Then he made a graceful and dignified salute and slowly extended his right hand to the air.

The crowd watched the strange scene in front of them, and there was a strange silence in the air.

The man held his hands in a virtual way, as if to draw the air closer, and then he put his arm across the air and made a dance.

The sound of music slowly sounded in the air, and we all ran to our partners as if we were just waking up from a dream. Then we danced slowly with our own dance accompanied by music.

The familiar scream and hissing sounded behind him, but Mo Yi didn't intend to turn around and look. He just danced on the dance floor with Wen Chen embracing each other, and put his whole attention on the man who danced in the middle of the dance floor and the air.

Players are cautious not to approach, leaving a circle of empty space around the man, and the stiff and unnatural player is embracing the air in front of him, dancing in the blank hall.

Whether it is the forward and backward step, the pause and rotation of heel and toe, or the position and placement of arms, it is like he hugs a real person in his arms.

Mo Yi looked at him with his spare light. At this moment, he seemed to think of something -

he pressed his palm slightly on Wen Chen's waist, his wrist slightly downward, and slowly let the silver knife hidden in his sleeve slide out and slide into his palm silently with the clever force and action of friction.

Mo Yi takes advantage of the time of rotation, the upper part of his body is close to Wen Chen, with the posture of embracing, cleverly borrows from the back of Wen Chen, and forcefully removes the napkin wrapped on the blade, and then inserts the napkin into the sleeve of his other hand.

He carefully separated the palm of his hand from Wen Chen's waist, and stuck the back of the silver knife in his palm to prevent being cut.

he heard Chen's deep voice from his ear, and the slightly moist breath was spitting on the earlobe:

"don't worry, you won't be hurt."

Mo Yi was stunned. Tentatively, he touched the blade with his finger. It was hard and round. It seemed that something wrapped the blade. He looked down with the remaining light, and saw that the blade was covered with a layer of dark gray film, so that even if he touched the blade, he would not be hurt.

He hooked his lips and said in a low voice, "thank you."

Mo Yi and Wen Chen are close to the man's side without trace. He carefully uses the silver knife face to shine on the man. ——However, the movements and dance steps made it difficult to stabilize the ups and downs of his hands, and the man did not always stay in the same place, which made Mo Yi's intention extremely difficult.

He could only try to fix his wrist while trying to stop the man's moving figure on the narrow surface of the silver knife.

The music in my ear changed to a new one - a new victim appeared, but it was obvious that no one had stopped or even changed their face.

This new music is more soothing. The player embraces the air and slowly shakes his dance steps slowly -

Mo Yi finally successfully prints the man's shaking body on his knife.

The silver surface of the knife is slightly curved, reflecting a silver light, so that everything printed in it is slightly distorted and blurred. I saw in that player's stiff outstretched and curved arms, a pale figure appeared in the void.

Mo Yi tightly tightened his fingers, made the knife slide into his sleeve again, and then moved naturally around Wen Chen again. With the music and his slow moving steps --

the next time, the sound of the music finally stopped slowly, the melodious aftersound was floating in the air, and the people's bodies stopped 。

Mo Yi looked at the center of the hall, and saw that the player's rigid and straight body seemed to be pulled away from him as soon as the music disappeared. It was also like that the silk thread on the limbs of a puppet was cut by something invisible.

The man fell to the floor with a bang.

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