Chapter 176

Mo Yi could not help breathing.

The shock of what he had seen in the dark room had not yet dissipated. In his mind, countless white marble statues arranged orderly in the dark appeared in his mind. Countless dark and empty eyes coincided with the eyes in front of him. The cold sight fell on his body and moved slowly, bringing a sticky feeling like reptiles.

Mo Yi suppressed his own heart and looked back at the past.

The housekeeper's eyes slowly fell on Mo Yi's body side, which was stained with dust. There were faint bloodstains on the gauze stained with dust, and tightly twined the pale and thin palms falling on his side.

"Ah, are you hurt?"

His questions sounded distant and polite, and the cold and gloomy voice seemed to have a soft hissing sound, which made the listener's back uncontrollably cool.

Mo Yi hid his hand behind his back without trace and covered it with the shadow of his body:

"it's just carelessness."

The housekeeper's eyes moved up slowly from his side, and his empty eyes were tightly fixed on Mo Yi's face:

"do you need help to deal with the wound?"

Although he asked so, he didn't seem to care about Mo Yi's answer to his own question, and walked towards him quickly. The distance between them was quickly narrowed. The Butler's pale and thin palm reached out to Mo Yi, but he quickly avoided it.

Mo Yi took a step back and replied, "it's just a small injury. Don't bother you."

The housekeeper took back his frozen hand without changing his face. The radian of the smile on his face was still standard as measured by a ruler, as if it were a delicate and perfect mask. He said in a cold voice:

"in that case --"

before the words were finished, the housekeeper's facial expression seemed to freeze in an instant.

His smile, which had not changed since Mo Yi entered the copy, slowly disappeared from his lips. The rigid lip lines tightened and straightened, and became a short straight line without any emotion. It was like a perfect mask on his face, as if a thin gap had been split, from which slowly flowed the silent stiffness.

The housekeeper looked at Mo Yi without expression. There was something cold and dark in his dark and empty eyes. He said softly, "it's strange."

His voice was slow and calm, as vague and soft as the murmur on the pillow in the night. But somehow, Mo Yi could hear it clearly, and only heard him repeat:

"it's strange."

The housekeeper looked at Mo Yi with his black hole eyes and looked calm and strange:

"I smell the smell that should not appear."

The cold shiver slowly climbed to his back, and Mo Yi instantly recalled the strange liquid he had accidentally stained on his fingers in the dark room. The cold and sweet smell seemed to be the breath of death and decay, lingering vaguely in the dark China, like a gangrene attached to bones.

The thick smell of dust covered it up, but it never disappeared.

Now, at least in front of the housekeeper.

At this time, the housekeeper's still expressionless face appeared some subtle changes. The elements of the five senses, which seemed to have been not very harmonious before, seemed to be more conflicted. Under the vibration, the incomplete jigsaw became more chaotic and twisted. His dark and empty eyes seemed to take on the shocking horror, which made him change from the simple It is a subtle sense of disobedience with real people, and step into the abyss of inhumanity.

He held out his hand to Mo Yi:

"can I see your palm?"

Mo Yi's back slowly rose a cold sense of evil, as if something hairy things climbing up his nerve, he slowly back vigilantly, the heart slightly tightened.

Just then, he felt a cold hand gently holding his wrist.

Mo Yi turned his head to look around, his eyes straight into Wen Chen's light colored eyes. His eyes with a slight metallic cold light and his cold touch on his wrist seemed to say silently - I'm here.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, nodded to him slightly, and then turned to look at the housekeeper again.

He carefully keeps the distance from the housekeeper and tries his best to extract information from him:

"tell me what it tastes like first."

The housekeeper's pale face looks like a piece of ice melting slightly in the sunlight under the bright light of the hall. His facial features are twisted slightly. His plaster like skin surrounds his empty eyes. His voice is cold and mechanical. There is a gurgling sound in his throat like hard objects:

"-- your hand."

He seems to have become a puppet who can only repeat, with a crazy look in his dark eyes.

Mo Yi heard the harsh sound of "Kara" and "Kara" coming from behind him. He was stunned and turned his face to look behind him.The marble statues that had been fixed on the wall moved slowly. They broke away from their original positions. Their pale faces turned straight to Mo Yi from various angles. Their pale eyes were empty and did not focus on him. Countless fine stones and wall skins fell to the ground with their movements, and they made a sound of hearing and sound The hall was particularly harsh.

The marble statues moved slowly and rigidly, and the housekeeper was pressing him step by step. His empty eyes were staring at him without focus. His hoarse voice was like a broken tape:

" Mistakes Broken... "

Mo Yi's heart leaped. At the moment when his eyes touched the housekeeper's stiff face with a crazy and twisted look, he knew that the current situation could not be communicated.

Mo Yi's face is calm and his mind is like electricity. His palm is cold and steady.

That would be preemptive.

He picked up the decorative porcelain on the shelf beside him, swung his arm and smashed it on the housekeeper's head. His action was fierce and decisive. He heard a crash, and the porcelain pieces split on the housekeeper's head in an instant, just like a grand snowflake scattered on the ground, making a jingling sound.

The housekeeper's face instantly cracked a black crack like a spider web, which made him look more ferocious and terrifying. There was a huge crack in his face, but there was no blood flowing out. Only sharp and irregular pale edges were embedded in his head.

The sweet, greasy and cold smell spread.

At the moment of Mo Yi's action, Wen Chen is no longer motionless. Wisps of mist spread from his whole body, twining on the marble statues that are rushing towards Mo Yi. The seemingly soft and thin mist is like an entity that pulls their joints, making them unable to move forward. After all, although he can't directly do something to the boss in the copy, but It's not very difficult to trip them up.

Mo Yi calmly wipes out the blood bead that is scratched and oozes from his palm, and conveniently throws away the remaining pieces of porcelain in his hand.

The housekeeper has not stopped, but is still trying to break away from the shackles of his body.

Mo Yi squats down and looks at his broken skull hollow and stone.

Sure enough, he is also a marble statue.

However, the difference is that in his head, the thin viscous liquid is not dirty dark gray, but black and white red mixed appearance.

Mo Yi reached out and picked up a piece of debris from the ground, carefully prevented the liquid on it from getting on his fingers, handed it to the housekeeper and asked softly:

"what is this?"

The housekeeper's face looked distorted and ugly. He seemed to have lost his mind in his dark eyes. In his hoarse and sharp voice, he whispered the same words over and over like a broken recorder:

" Mistakes Broken... "

It seems that there is no communication.

Mo Yi is a little disappointed to throw away the pieces, and then look down at his watch: time is running out.

With a sigh, he lifted up the wooden frame that had been used to hold the porcelain and smashed it hard on the same place on the housekeeper's head.

At last he was completely still, most of his face was broken, fragments of marble were scattered on the carpet, and at the same time, the other marbles in the room stopped moving as if they had been taken away from their lives.

It looks like a murder scene.

Mo Yi threw away what he had in hand, rubbed his numb arm and let out a long breath.

Wen Chen walks to him side, deep voice asks a way: "are you ok?"

His eyes touched the tiny blood mark on Mo Yi's palm and frowned slowly. It seemed that he was a little annoyed.

Mo Yi looked up at him, shook his head and said, "it doesn't hurt."

"I have limited permissions within the replica." Wen Chen pursed his lips, and a trace of pain flashed between his eyebrows and eyes I'm sorry. "

He can't directly deal with the boss in the copy, or even directly help Mo Yi find clues. The only thing he can do is to be the final insurance against Mo Yi's real distress. With Mo Yi's prudence and ability, he rarely puts himself in that situation. Even if this happens, Wen Chen has no doubt that Mo Yi can rely on his own ability Deal with the situation well - this almost useless sense of powerlessness made him feel guilty.

Mo Yi shook his head: "even if you don't have the authority, you make my work much easier, and you don't owe me anything. What can I apologize for?"

He laughed, raised his hand to rub Wen Chen's hair in a mess, and then said:

"it's too late to go."

Just as he turned to leave, Mo Yi's remaining light glanced at the ground and was stunned. He could not help looking at it. He saw the black, white and red viscous liquid flowing from the broken head of the housekeeper. He didn't know when it had turned into a dark and dirty gray 161www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!