Chapter 175

Mo Yi was slightly stunned, and then slowly frowned. He walked to the marble statue and observed the face of the stone statue with the light of his flashlight in his hand.

The same pale face, the same facial contour, all the details of the face are lifelike, and its eyes are not as pale and colorless as other marbles. Instead, it devours all the bright dark black, as empty as a black hole, which is no different from a real person.

Mo Yi holds his breath slightly, tentatively reaches out his hand and touches the face of the statue in front of him.

It looks like the smooth texture of the fingers is hard under the light of the flashlight.

It's dead.

But every detail of it is so lifelike that it scares people's heart. Mo Yi can't help but feel an illusion. It will move in the next second and slowly turn its head to look at itself.

But it stood still in the dark, its dark, empty eyes staring into the distance.

Wen Chen also came in from the place where Mo Yi had just passed through. He carefully examined Mo Yi and determined that he was unhurt in a short period of time away from his sight. Then he turned his head and looked at the dusty marble statue.

Mo Yi adjusted the angle of his wrist and controlled the flashlight to shine on the rest of the room.

The thick shadow in the deep of the room is illuminated by a weak and pale light column, and the moving light source dispels some dead darkness, and slowly displays other scenes in the room in Moyi's sight.

In the depths of the room, there were countless pale marble statues, standing in the same position in the dark, gazing at him quietly.

As the round light of the flashlight moves on the face of each marble statue, Mo Yi breathes a breath of cold air silently.

Although all the stone statues have the same face.

Housekeeper.

Mo Yi felt a strange and subtle sense of human being climbing up his back and slowly infiltrating into his skin, bringing cold and discomfort that could not be ignored.

Slowly, he took a few steps into the darkness, shortening the distance between himself and the group of marble statues with housekeeper's faces, walking forward and observing them carefully one by one.

At this time, Mo Yi found some details that he had not had time to pay attention to just now.

In these dense marble statues, although most of them are complete, some of them are damaged and incomplete. Some "housekeepers" have broken their arms and legs, some "housekeepers" have a huge hole in their heads, or the vague and ordinary facial features are broken, revealing the empty and pale inner lining under them.

Are these marbles hollow?

Mo Yi was stunned. He got close to the marble statue which was missing on his cheek. He stretched out his hand and gently scratched through the irregular crack. The sharp texture on the edge brought slight pain to his finger pulp.

However, in addition, Mo Yi seems to feel something strange and sticky

Greasy, cold, like the skin of a cold-blooded animal attached to mucus.

Strange

Mo Yi used a flashlight to shine on his hands. He saw a little semi solidified liquid on his finger belly. The chaotic viscous liquid dyed his pale fingers a slightly dirty color, emitting a familiar smell.

Sweet and greasy, cold.

The smell that Mo Yi had smelled several times in the corridor or in the house before now seemed to concentrate on his fingertips, as if from the moment he touched the skin. The sweet and greasy smell began to gather in the narrow and silent darkness, which represented the breath of death and ominous, silent and strong, almost making people feel physiological discomfort.

Mo Yi couldn't bear to wrinkle his nose. He turned down his head and pulled out a paper towel to wipe the liquid on his fingers. But even so, the sweet and disgusting smell still lingered around his nose for a long time.

He flashed his flashlight into the hollow parts of the marble, peering through the irregular breach.

In the pale inner wall of the marble statue, there was a layer of such unknown liquid, which was shining in the light.

Mo Yi slowly stepped back two steps, and then raised his eyes to the countless neatly arranged marble statues at the back of the room. His dark eyes flickered slightly under the light and fell into deep thought.

Can the smell you smell at the scene of the player's death come from this liquid? Will it have anything to do with the housekeeper? Although there are so many things that are still unclear and it is too early to draw a conclusion immediately, Mo Yi's intuition tells him that he has made a big step forward.

Before, he could only see the tip of the iceberg on the water, and could only glimpse the copy. But now, Mo Yi felt that he was slowly approaching the truth. Although the seemingly disordered clues in front of him seemed unrelated, as long as he found the key entry point, he could string them into a complete network.And now he's got some vague ideas.

Mo Yi takes a deep breath and takes back his eyes.

At this time, only heard Chen behind him without omen, said: "time is not much."

Mo Yi was pulled back to reality by his words. He looked down at the dial on his wrist. It was two ten in the afternoon.

According to the previous experience, the servants in the house would knock at the player's door at 2:40 and take them to tea in the afternoon. Therefore, if they leave now, they still have time to return to their room before the maid knocks.

Mo Yi finally took a deep look at the dark room. The pale marble was arranged in order in the silent darkness. Countless pairs of empty and dark eyes were staring at the front. The fuzzy and rigid facial lines appeared strange in the dark, which made people feel cold behind.

"Let's go," he whispered

After that, Mo Yi and Wen Chen together pushed out toward the outside of the sundry room along the narrow passage. The stale dust smell that rubbed out all the way covered the residual sweet and greasy taste on the body. The sundry room in the dark still looked narrow and chaotic. It was impossible to see that such a wide space was hidden behind the accumulation of the above debris.

They walked out of the dark door one after another, followed the path they had entered before, and walked through the labyrinth of tall furniture wrapped in white cloth in the side hall, then passed through the dark and cold side hall, narrow and dark corridor, and finally stood in the wide hall again.

There was no one in the hall. It was so quiet that I could hear the sound of breathing.

However, at this time, Mo Yi saw that in the darkness on the other side of the hall, a thin figure appeared slowly.

The familiar pale face, the dark and empty eyes, the face covered with false and polite masks, and the black and straight uniform were no different from the countless marble statues standing quietly in the dark just now.

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