Chapter 166

Mo Yi one Leng, turn head and Wen Chen to look at one eye, then stand up to walk toward the door.

Sure enough, this time, the door handle can be moved again -

just listen to the creak, the door opens inward with his pull, and the crack of the door expands gradually. Mo Yi feels the cold wind blowing from the door, like the last breath of a dying man, slowly runs across his exposed neck, making him shiver involuntarily.

Outside is the corridor.

The dark red soft carpet is tinted with a light yellow light by the exquisite wall lamps in the corridor. The high Baroque ceiling and walls surround it. On the floor of the door, there is a tray with brand-new dresses on it. But in addition, everything in front of you looks very familiar.

This is Back to normal?

Mo Yi frowns suspiciously and walks out across the tray on the ground.

When he really stood in the corridor, he found something wrong. He saw that the corridor which should have extended to the distance was engulfed by the thick darkness, and there was no way before and after. The corridor in front of him seemed to be suspended in the deserted void, only the cold and silent wind came slowly from the void.

Mo Yi's eyes are slightly heavy. He looks at the darkness in front of him deeply, and then takes back his eyes.

It seems that waiting until six o'clock this evening is the only way.

He bent down, picked up the tray on the floor, turned and walked into his room.

The door again slowly covered that section of the corridor, and Mo Yi's back click closed.

Mo Yi picked up the dress on the tray and looked at it carefully: its flowing fabric was pure black like night color, and there was no trace of variegated color, There is no unnecessary decoration and pattern on the whole dress. Even in his eyes, it looks a little simple, let alone compared with the dress provided for the dance last night - Mo Yi rubbed the soft cloth with his fingers, and gently scratched the fine stitches of the clothes - but the workmanship and fabric were still the same luxury and high-end.

He threw the dress on the bed at random, then looked down with his arms in his arms, and couldn't help being a little distracted.

If the wedding is to be held at six o'clock this evening, it is reasonable to say that black, white and red should be gathered together In this case, the remaining white should have been completed. It may be that the copy will kill the player with the oil painting referring to white hanging in the room when the player and player are isolated today, but there is another possibility

You know, last night in the ballroom, the player was turned into marble and died.

Every time a player is killed according to the color, the player's body will turn into the corresponding color, such as the body burned by fire, or the corpse with massive bleeding under the skin and covered with thick blood, then Does white refer to the miserable white after the player becomes a marble?

If so, the petrifaction in the ballroom last night is selective

Mo Yi still remembers that there were as many players as * * who didn't bring an invitation last night, four players died because they lost their invitation cards, and three players were implicated because they didn't have a dance partner So the players who die because of losing the invitation are not random copies, they are selective.

He now regrets that he didn't pay close attention to the players who died during the dance last night.

After all, Mo Yi once read all the player's notes and remembered them clearly. If he had paid attention to them, it would be very easy for him to sit in the seat according to the number. Now he doesn't have to vacillate between the two possibilities.

He stretched out his hand a little tired, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then sat down by the bed.

Then, Mo Yi felt the cold fingers pressing on his temples. He opened his eyes and fell backward.

Sure enough, he was caught by a cold embrace with a faint smell of pine forest.

Wen Chen bent down and touched him lightly between his eyebrows. Then he adjusted his posture so that he could feel more comfortable.

Mo Yi raised his eyes and gazed at him. From his point of view, he could only see the beautiful lines of Wen Chen's jaw and neck. At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and asked:

"by the way, do you know why when the first player was petrified last night, other players who did not dance were not petrified? After all, the music had already started."

Wen Chen slightly bowed his head - his lips came into Mo Yi's sight - just as he was about to answer, Mo Yi interrupted him: "this question probably has nothing to do with the whole copy. I'm just curious. If you..."

Wen Chen low ground smile a, answer a way: "really do not have much connection, so even if I reveal come out also have nothing to do with."

Mo Yi stopped talking.

Only heard Chen explain: "these are two sets of rules. One is that every time a new tune starts, it will kill a player who has no invitation. The other is to kill a player who does not dance at the beginning of the dance music. The first set of rules takes effect when the music is changed for the first time, and the second set of rules takes effect after the marble statue is put into a dance posture. After all, it is not in any role It's a massacre, not a survival, "he saidMo Yi nodded thoughtfully, and then sat upright with the bed beside him. His soft hair brushed Wen Chen's chin. Whispered:

"that's it." It's not much different from his guess.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Wen Chen behind him. He took a deep breath and asked, "so Are we really going to be locked up in this room until 6 p.m

Wen Chen reached out and gently touched his chin, and in a low voice, he replied:

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