Chapter 177

Mo Yi was stunned, and his eyes fell on the wet carpet along the sticky liquid flowing from the broken marble fragments. His sight stayed on the dirty gray mucus for a long time. Suddenly, he looked down at his wrist watch:

2:37.

In three minutes the maid would come to his door and knock.

Mo Yi turned his head and Wen Chen quickly exchanged a look, and then he turned around and ran to the top of the stairs, which was weakened by the carpet. The rapid footsteps echoed in the deep and silent corridor. In the house with complex corridor structure, Mo Yi stirred up the faint overlapping echo and slowly spread out in the dark.

Ear is the whistling wind of running, mixed with messy footsteps and rapid heartbeat, whistling quickly.

Deep corridor with the pace in front of the rapid backward, familiar scenes gradually spread out.

Mo Yi has already seen the vague outline of his room. He is waiting quietly in the dark not far away. On the ground at the door of the room, it seems that there are still some dark things on the ground.

As he gasped violently, he slowed down his galloping pace.

As the distance narrowed, the blurry outline of the door became clearer - it was a tray with many dishes.

Mo Yi then recalled that he missed the breakfast time at 10 o'clock this morning.

At this time, his remaining light saw that the dim yellow light on the wall at the other end of the corridor had printed a deep figure. The fuzzy footstep sound approached slowly in the corridor, and the black shadow on the wall gradually amplified with the steady footstep sound -

came.

Mo Yi quickly bent down to pick up the tray on the ground. Wen Chen has already opened the door. They dodge behind the door as quickly as possible.

He put the tray in his hand on the table beside him. The silver tray and the hard table edge collided and made a crisp sound. Mo Yi breathed out a puff of turbid air with relief. Then he bent down and pressed his hand on his knee. In his sight, the dark shadow like tide surged up in his sight. With his breath in his ear, he remembered the buzzing sound, which made him feel dizzy for a moment.

Mo Yi felt a cold hand pressed on his shoulder. The cold and soft touch penetrated into the thin clothes with a slight force, acting on his body like a tranquilizer. Mo Yi blinked hard, and the dark film in front of him slowly dissipated. The hum in his mind seemed to disappear gradually. He took a breath, reached for the door frame beside him, and straightened himself up with the help of his hand. His eyes were on Wen Chen's pale worried eyes.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but his eyes crossed Wen Chen's cheek and looked behind him. The dark picture frame wrapped with golden silk thread was half hidden in the shadow. The pale and naked woman was lying in the blood red velvet and satin, with a vivid and serene face directly facing him, and a thin blood thread was lying across his neck.

The dark and lifeless black eyes were half open and covered with a light gray film.

…… Open your eyes?

Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, just to the mouth of the words can not help but silence.

At this time, only listen to the door plate around the "Dong Dong" knock.

The loud voice exploded in his just recovered ears, and the vibration from the door was transmitted to Mo Yi's palm holding the door frame. Even though he had already prepared for this, he still felt a slight shock in his heart.

Mo Yi focused on the painting hanging on the wall again: I saw that the woman's eyes were still closed.

Dong Dong Dong Dong.

The knock on the door rang again.

Mo Yi slowly took back his palm on the door, carefully opened a little distance between himself and the door panel, and fixed his eyes on the black brown door panel made of solid wood in front of him, as if it was something that would bite people.

He counted the seconds in his mind.

1、 Two, three

Three seconds later, the even knock on the door rings again, and Mo Yi reaches out to open the door.

I saw that the pale and stiff maid was standing at the door, a pair of dark and empty eyes were watching him closely.

She bowed deeply, and the content and tone of her speech were the same as last time:

"distinguished guest, afternoon tea is ready, please come with me."

Mo Yi is about to nod his head, but it seems to suddenly think of something. He is slightly stunned and then says in a hurry:

"wait a minute."

As soon as he had finished speaking, he closed the door again in front of the maid.

Wen Chen, who had watched all this from the beginning to the end:.... "

Mo Yi turns around, and his eyes are just on Wen Chen's indescribable sight. He hooks his lips, reaches out and takes out that piece of broken glass from his pocket. He raises his hand and shakes it. Then he points to the bed in the middle of the room and makes a gesture of tearing.

Wen Chen suddenly realized that he turned around and walked quickly to the bedside in the room. He stretched out his hand and gently tore off the long sheet from the bedside. Then he went back to the door and handed the cloth to Mo Yi.Mo Yi took the cloth, lowered his head, and carefully wound the long and soft cloth around the slender end of the irregular mirror fragment. The sharp edges and corners of the cloth wrapped the whole thing. The mirror fragments between his fingers flipped with his action, and the shining reflection on the wall was like an insect jumping and climbing.

In this copy, you can see things that can't be seen by the naked eye through a mirror, so the sooner it can be used, the better.

At this time, Mo Yi inadvertently glimpses something unusual in the mirror. He can't help but be a little stunned. His movements in his hands can't help but stop, and his eyes extend behind him along the image in the mirror.

He turned his head and looked behind him. He saw that the silver tray he had just brought into the room was spreading on the table at random. The small lid on the dishes on the tray was slightly shaken open with the action he had not paid attention to just now, revealing the exquisite food under it.

Mo Yi reached for the outer edge of the bowl - it was cold.

He held his breath slightly, adjusted the mirror in his hand to the right angle, rushed to the food with the lid lifted, and looked into the mirror again.

In the irregular fragments of the mirror, we can see exquisite porcelain dishes, and Among them, Mo Yi tentatively fiddled with his fork in the bowl. His eyes were still staring at the patterns in the mirror. He saw that the deep and shallow red in the bowl was a viscous liquid, which was slowly dripping down the silver fork. The texture was -

oil paint.

Mo Yi's fingers trembled slightly, and his heart tensed with this guess. It seemed that he was falling down with a heavy weight. It was like swallowing a hard and cold stone. His stomach was cold and uncomfortable.

Is These days, are they eating pigment?

Mo Yibai frowned incomprehensibly, moved away from his gaze at the mirror, and turned to staring at the colorful and rich food in the bowl in a daze - but it shouldn't be. According to Mo Yi's own conjecture about the game Starving players to death is not the end of the game.

At this time, the more loud knock on the door interrupted Mo Yi's meditation and pulled him out of his mind.

It seems that the maid at the door is impatient, and starts the repeated and monotonous percussion again.

Mo YILENG Leng Leng, back to God, and then raised his voice in response to the way: " Here we are. "

After that, he tied the cloth belt wrapped with glass fragments in his hand in a hurry, put it in his pocket, turned around and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands quickly. He washed away the sweet and greasy taste of the housekeeper's Marble fragments on his palm. When Mo Yi came out of the bathroom, he finally took a deep look at the end of the silver tray Then he turned and walked towards the door panel which had not stopped knocking since just now.

Mo Yi stretched out her hand and opened the door. The maid's pale and stiff face appeared behind the door again. Her deep black eyes did not seem to have much emotional fluctuation. Her voice was still cold and polite:

"distinguished guest, time is running out, everyone is waiting for you."

Mo Yi nodded his head and put the door behind him. He whispered, "let's go."

After saying that, he and Wen Chen followed the maid to the deep corridor. The road on the road was so familiar that it hardly needed too much difficulty to describe the shape of the next section of the road. The flickering dim light cast a dim shadow on the wall, as they moved forward, it seemed that they were slowly wriggling backward.

Mo Yi seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts all the way, covering his dark eyes with his slightly drooping eyelids, his pale face glowing with cold light under the weak light, and his brows locked up behind the maid, and he walked forward step by step.

Until the maid finally stopped, pushed the door close in front of her, then leaned over, bowed slightly, and said:

"please."

It is the same delicate small hall. The green wallpaper is vigorous against the dark color in the corridor. The hall is full and bright. It is full of exquisite sofas and small tables. However, the players in the room are demoralized. They sit on the chair like frosted leaves Zhou Mu's drive to search for clues in the room.

Mo Yi's eyes turn slowly in the small hall.

The other players who are still alive have arrived and filled the room to the full.

Just then, he heard a familiar voice behind him:

"you are late."

Mo Yi climbs up behind his spine with a cold feeling, which runs straight to his head. The sense of horror attacks him like a wave, and pierces his brain like a steel needle, bringing endless tingling and coldness.

He slowly turned his head and looked behind him. He could almost hear the rubbing sound of his neck bone turning in his ear.

The pale, stiff, ill defined, mask like, polite face was facing him, and the thin, ugly lips flowed between the opening and closing of the words, without any fluctuation in tone:"Please take your seat. Tea will be here in a minute."

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