Chapter 165

Mo Yi frowned slowly. He held the door handle harder and shook it back a few times. It was as tight as steel pouring. It was as if the door panel and the wall in front of him had grown together completely. Even the sound of the door lock and the door frame didn't come out.

He slowly released his hand and stepped back a few steps. His face gradually became dignified.

Wen Chen's voice spreads from behind his: "how?"

Mo Yi looked at the tightly closed door and replied absently: "the door It won't work. "

At this time, the door panel in front of me made a knock on the door.

The percussion sound was heard in front of his eyes without warning, which made Mo Yi scared. Before he could recover his mind, the more urgent knocking sound sounded again --

"Dong Dong Dong"!

Mo Yi steadied his mind and walked forward slowly. Before the next knock on the door, he put his hand on the door handle and exerted a little force -

the door handle can be moved.

Mo Yi's heart slightly shakes, but his face is still not obvious, he holds his breath and waits.

At the moment of the next quick rain like knock on the door, he clenched the handle of the door and pressed it down. Then he opened the door with a sudden force!

The knock on the door stopped abruptly.

There was nothing at the door.

Literally, nothing.

The corridor in front of us has turned into countless twisted and rotating patterns. Dark red, brown, brown and yellow are mixed together. It seems that the corridor is twisted into a strange shape by an invisible hand. In the depth of this scene, there are empty and dead dark shadows, just like the spreading darkness, which makes people numb. It seems that there is something hidden in the dark The terrifying thing of the forest, quietly dormant waiting.

It looks like It's like what Mo Yi saw in the corridor after he was chosen as the victim of red.

Just as Mo Yi was staring at the scene in front of him -

a strong force grabbed the door panel from Mo Yi's hand, and then threw it back into the door frame, making a deafening sound of "bang", which made his ears vibrate with a buzzing sound.

There was only a moment of silence in the room.

Mo Yi frowned, gently pinched his numb left tiger mouth with his right hand, then slowly stepped forward two steps to the door, and put his palm toward the door handle on the door panel.

Once again, it became a solid and hard form, unable to move at all.

Mo Yi's brow is more tight because of doubt. He slowly opens the distance between himself and the door, and then turns to look at Wen Chen standing behind him.

The words in his mouth haven't come out yet, just see and hear Chen lift chin slightly toward the room, meaning to see to the bedside.

Mo Yi is a Leng, follow Wen Chen's eyes toward the room to see, only in his own bedside, that is, the first day put the invitation on the bedside cabinet, end upright put a small tray.

And what he can be sure of is that when he wakes up, it is definitely not there.

Mo Yi quickly walked past, saw a few small dishes on the tray, he lifted the lid - food.

At least this copy won't starve them to death.

Mo Yi thought of it with self mockery in his heart, and then skillfully took those small dishes out of the tray, then picked up the tray and carefully looked for any possible clues.

There seems to be nothing on the plate except the food that the copy provides to the player.

And

Mo Yi's eyes lingered on the silver tray for a moment, and then moved away regretfully - and the whole tray was made of material close to the fog surface, so it could not be used as a mirror.

He sighed silently, and thought in his heart comfortingly: anyway Even if it can reflect things, it can't be used. After all, the things sent into the player's room can't be hidden. After all, they will be directly recycled by the copy after the player uses them, just like the trays and dishes delivered a few days ago.

Mo Yi frowned and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the tray on the head of the bed, and fell into deep thinking.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something. He suddenly got up and took out the folded invitation card by touching it in his pocket.

I don't know when the previous string of words has changed. The above content has become -

"Dear Mr. Mo Yi:

Mr. de Claus and Mrs. de Claus sincerely invite you to attend their wedding ceremony at six o'clock this evening."

Mo Yi was staring at the words on the invitation before his eyes. His eyes stopped at "six o'clock" for a few seconds. Then he reached out and turned the invitation to his back: there was still that dark, round, round pattern on it, which was shining slightly in the light. Although he could not see the specific outline above, it seemed to be much clearer than when Mo Yi saw it before.He frowned and identified it carefully for a while, then he walked quickly to the door of the house price, and looked at the picture which had already changed beyond recognition. The red, black and white on the picture stirred together and mixed into a huge circle. It rotated in the black and gold frame, and looked like a huge eye staring at Mo Yi standing outside the painting.

He held up the invitation card in his hand, placed it beside the picture frame and compared it with the slight changes in the outline and texture and the changes in details.

finally convinced as like as two peas of the invitations.

In this case, then the tattoos of the skirts on the bodies should be the same as before.

Mo Yi folded the invitation card and put it back in his pocket. Then he stood in front of the painting with his arms in his arms. He looked at it carefully with his head tilted. He tried to understand the connotation of this too abstract picture, but he still got nothing.

Maybe Now it's still unfinished?

Mo Yi frowned. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the possibility was reasonable. The picture on the invitation card was gradually becoming clearer, and the painting on the wall seemed to be gradually changing. Every time Mo Yi saw it, he would find that it was not the same as last time.

He stepped back slowly, drawing a little distance away from the painting, trying to gaze at the painting from a distance.

But at this time, Mo Yi felt that his back had hit something. He turned his head and looked behind him. He only saw Chen standing behind him. A pair of light colored eyes looked at him deeply under the contour of his eyebrows. In the backlight, he looked sharp and bright, as if containing thousands of words.

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows doubtfully and asked, "what's the matter?"

Wen Chen pursed his lips, and his sight was a little drifting. His face was still calm and indifferent. He said in a low voice:

"you have been wandering in the room for an hour."

Mo YILENG Leng, looked down at his watch: like Indeed, it seems that he has been immersed in his own thoughts for a long time.

Wen Chen stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder. The expression in his eyes was very serious:

"and he didn't eat."

Mo Yi was stunned. At this moment, as if in response to what Wen Chen said, his stomach suddenly purred. At this time, Mo Yi realized the emptiness and slight colic in his stomach. He could not help but stretch out his hand to hold his stomach, his facial expression slightly distorted and nodded, and then said with some difficulty:

" ... You're right. "

He turned and walked towards the dishes on the bedside table, and hastily stuffed some cold food into his stomach.

Wen Chen a Leng, quickly step forward to come forward, stretched out his hand to press Mo Yi's action.

But it's late After trying to suppress the hunger in the stomach, a new feeling of discomfort rises from the stomach - it seems that the cold food was stuffed too fast on an empty stomach, and the cold and hard food fell down in a mass in the stomach.

Mo Yi's brow is a little contrite to wrinkle for a moment, and then release it without trace.

He stood up as if nothing had happened and said with a smile, "I'm full."

After saying that, he was ready to go to the oil painting hanging at the door, but just half way away, he heard Chen pull his wrist.

Wen Chen sighs low and low, pulls Mo Yi to the bedside to sit down, and then covers his stomach with his palm, gently and skillfully knead it for him.

The cold temperature penetrated through the thin clothes, but Mo Yi quickly felt the relief of pain.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Wen Chen. He opened his mouth to ask what he wanted to ask, but in the next second, he changed into another word: "what's the matter?" Thank you very much

Wen Chen's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and her face looked at him with some seriousness. Her deep-seated face was a little cold:

"I know my stomach is not good, and I can't stop it..."

Before he finished his words, Mo Yi couldn't help but show a shallow smile, and his cold voice was also tinged with a little smile: "you sound like an old lady."

The familiar feeling brought by this sentence instantly attacked two people, making them both unconsciously slightly stunned. The smile on the corner of the lip subconsciously converged and deeply stagnated each other.

Wen Chen's eyebrows and eyes slightly softened for a moment, then magically took out a candy from nowhere and put it into Mo Yi's mouth. Then he went to lick his sweet lips with candy and said with a smile: "if it still hurts Want to see a rabbit? "

Mo Yi's brow twitched, and the unpleasant experience of watching the rabbit before surged back to his mind in a very vivid way, and slowly revealed a smile of skin and flesh:

"no, thank you."

At this time, the familiar knock on the door sounded again, which was particularly sharp and harsh in the dead room www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!