Chapter 169

Whirling vertigo and asphyxia caused by weightlessness hold the throat tightly. The strong darkness and buzzing noise hold the consciousness tightly, as if to squeeze out the residual force in the body like the residual water in the sponge. The nerves are twisted into twisted ropes and pulled to disperse around.

The cold and dry air fiercely pours into the contraction undulating numb chest cavity, brings the burning pain to the respiratory tract.

The pain becomes clear as consciousness recovers.

Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes. The shadow in front of him had not yet dispersed. There was only a dark circle of light surrounded by black shadow in his sight range. He gasped and gasped, and his numb limbs gradually awakened. He transmitted clear and obvious pain to the brain which had not yet fully recovered consciousness, bringing the long lost feeling of being alive.

In front of the eyes of the dark aperture gradually clear up, the line of sight is gorgeous color blocks and intense conflict of colors, abstract patterns overlap, spread from the center layer by layer, complex patterns mixed together, bring a kind of visual vertigo.

The consciousness slowly blinks out of the water like a drowning one.

He recognized what it was -

it was the top picture of the room.

Mo Yi propped up the soft bed beside him with his palm, slowly lifted up his body, and looked around his room -- the magnificent baroque style, the half arched pillars in the corner of the room, and the walls with oil paintings on all sides.

Such a familiar sight strikes his retina, which is transmitted to the brain along the nerve of vision, and instantly reactivates his dull perception in his sleep.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly, and then quickly turned out of bed. However, his numb legs softened when they touched the ground. He had to support the table beside him with his hands to prevent himself from falling on the carpet.

Under the palm is not obvious foreign body feeling and sliding touch.

Mo Yi leaned up and sat down beside the bed. Then he turned to look under his palm. On the bedside table, there was a white envelope. On the envelope was the familiar dark red wax seal, and on the round wax seal was a slightly fuzzy emblem. On the retina film that Mo Yi had been watching for a long time, a dark red round spot was branded.

He took a deep breath, stretched and clenched his cold, numb hand, pressed down his slightly excited mood, and then reached for the envelope at the head of his bed.

After opening the envelope, the white invitation fell out.

"Dear Mr. Mo Yi:

Mr. de Claus and his wife, Ms. de Claus, sincerely invite you to attend their wedding ceremony in three days."

is as like as two peas.

Mo Yi subconsciously reached out to his jacket pocket, but felt empty.

He looked down and saw that the clothes he was wearing were no longer the black ones before, but the ones he wore when he entered the copy.

Mo Yi pressed his lips tightly, and his dark eyes were dim. He got up and walked off the bed and walked quickly to the door of the room.

The picture frame hanging in the shadow near the door is gradually exposed. The black wood wrapped with gold wire is deeply precipitated in the dark, and gradually becomes clear in the sight with the shortening of distance. In the picture frame, there is a woman lying on the dark red velvet. There is a thin red rope on the red, naked and white neck, and the face with closed eyes is like a deep sleep.

The circular irregular pattern that had been spinning in the frame had disappeared.

He raised his hand and fumbled skillfully behind the frame for a while, then he found a piece of paper covered with dust, on which was the same poem as before.

Everything seems to be reset to the origin.

Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath, closed his eyes forcefully, and cleaned up his slightly confused thinking.

That's true.

Holding a trace of fantasy, he put his hand into his pocket and groped for it. He felt the cold and hard thing with his fingertips. Mo Yi felt a little relieved. Then he took the thing out of his pocket. He saw that the Golden Snake ring was connected from head to tail, and the blood red stone on it flashed like an eye under the light and looked at him quietly.

Mo Yi gently rubbed the subtle lines of the snake's head with his fingers, and his eyes drooped to cover his dark eyes.

According to Plato, the snake is a perfect creature with eternal life, which symbolizes eternal repetition and cycle. Therefore, after seeing this pattern repeatedly before, Mo Yi had some groundless doubts in his mind - maybe the time of this copy is not linear, but at the scene of the wedding ceremony, the development of events proved his conjecture.

The duration of this copy is cyclical, and all of their players are trapped between the three days before the wedding and the moment before the wedding. According to the clues of the current copy, three days is a cycle, and players' survival time is nine days, which means they have to stay here for three cycles.

After the first loop, everything in the copy is reset - except for the ring.Then the ring must have a special meaning.

Mo Yi put the ring back into his pocket and walked thoughtfully around the room for a while. Then he walked quickly to the window and pushed the window open with his hand. The wooden window made a harsh rubbing sound. The familiar scene outside the window was revealed. A light blue countdown was suspended in the dark air, and the numbers on the top were not stopped The room was surrounded by the dead darkness.

He waited for a long time, and then he felt that he was surrounded by the whole body behind him. His strong arm was slowly tightened on his waist, and a deep familiar voice sounded in his ear: -- You're OK. "

Mo Yi slightly slants the head, avoids Wen Chen to speak in his ear when the breath of flowing, slightly side to look to Wen Chen, see him only half of the face on the face is gloomy, with can't hide worry, he said stuffily: "before that room, I can't enter, that room's rules should be greater than the scope that I can contend in the copy."

"It's OK." Mo Yi shook his head and said placidly:

"at least now I have made a little clear about this copy, which is a great progress."

He pulled up the window in front of him, patted Wen Chen's tight arm around his waist and motioned him to let go:

"let's go out and see how the others are doing."

Wen Chen pursed her lips and nodded gently. Her soft hair rubbed Mo Yi's shoulder and neck itched slightly.

Wen Chen stepped back a few steps with Mo Yi. He stretched out his hand to open the door, but as soon as the door was opened, he only heard the noise of quarrels and jingling collision, which quickly passed through the long corridor and the silent air, and passed into his ears unimpeded. It seemed to be quite serious.

Mo Yi slightly a Leng, turn head and Wen Chen to look at one eye, and then quicken the pace, quickly toward the direction of the voice to go.

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