Chapter 178

In the following time, Mo Yi has been a little absent-minded.

In addition to the first round of the puzzle, Mo found the largest copy in the second week, Important clues are like hard and bare black stones on the beach. With the gradual retreat of the sea water, some eyebrows are revealed, but the explosive appearance of clues also makes the whole situation complicated.

Mo Yi feels like a mouse in a maze, stumbling between the staggered walls to find a way out.

But after going around the fork in the road, there is another dead end ahead.

Mo Yi stirred the tea in his tea cup, watching the curling white smoke slowly rising, and covered his eyelashes with a thin and dense water mist.

He's not ready to drink.

As he sat down just now, he used the mirror in his pocket to sweep the food in the tray in front of his eyes - as he expected, all the tea and cakes were scarlet and sticky paint, but when he flashed the mirror at the food on other players' tables, it was nothing different.

The feeling of being targeted is very bad.

Mo Yi puts the delicate white porcelain tea set on the table. The slightly scalded black tea splashes out from the edge of the cup, and the round water stains slowly appear on the hollowed out tablecloth with snow-white lace.

He looked up at the housekeeper standing in the corner of the room. The housekeeper was still black, only his collar and cuffs were covered with white. His pale face was shrouded in fuzzy darkness. From Mo Yi's point of view, he could only see half of his stiff chin and lips with an invariable smile - there was no tragic image of him smashed by Mo Yi in the living room half an hour ago.

From the perspective of the housekeeper's present attitude, it is likely that he has no previous memory.

But Mo Yi is not sure.

Subconsciously, he groped for the tiny break in his palm which was cut by the flying debris. The slight pain feeling subtly stimulated the nerve under the skin, as if it was a thin silk thread tightly binding the reality and imagination, making his brain more awake under the stimulation of pain.

At this moment, a voice rang at my side: "you are What's the matter? "

Mo Yi turns his head and looks in the direction of the sound. He doesn't know when he gets close to him. He is looking down at his palm on the table.

The bandage wrapped on his hand was dirty by dust and debris. The faint blood was seeping in the palm slightly curled up. The gray bandage was dyed dark, and it was out of place against the white tablecloth.

Mo Yi is not used to * *'s sudden familiarity. He frowns a little, leans back to pull the distance between them. Then he turns his hand over and covers the bloodstain from his palm. He replies lightly:

"nothing. It's just that you are not careful when searching."

**Mo Yi's estranged attitude is also met with a snub of ashes, can't help but have some chat.

He shifted the subject somewhat stiffly and said, "it's really complicated to say that this copy will reincarnate."

**Looking at Mo Yi, who was silent, he asked casually: "I don't see you in the hall before lunch No other player saw you this morning. Did you go anywhere? "

The content of his words is too straightforward.

Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at him with a light expression: "I'm just wandering around. When the time comes, I'll go back to my room directly. I don't know you'll gather in the hall at noon. So, do you have any important content to talk about? Help me keep up with the progress. "

**The expression on his face was a little stiff, and the expression on his face could not be hung. He forced himself to maintain his pleasant expression, but his voice had taken on a bit of stifling stiffness: "it's nothing..."

Mo Yi's face was aloof and indifferent. His dark eyes looked at him without any emotion. He succeeded in swallowing the unspoken words back to him. He gave a dry ha ha, and then walked back in a hurry from the direction he had just come.

He drew back his eyes indifferently, and his eyes fell on the pale water mark beside the teacup, which had been almost dry during this time, and now left only a few shallow, almost indistinguishable spots.

**It's not hard to guess why he came to the auditorium for a long time, but because he didn't show up for a long time, and he came to the hall at the latest in the afternoon, so he suspected that he had found any clues in this period of time, so he came to explore the news. However, Mo Yi was surprised that * * had always regarded himself as an expert and the leader of the whole team, so he found out that Mo Yi's action was in another place Only when it is a challenge to his authority can he become so angry. Then At the moment, why is he willing to put down his body and come to him to spy on intelligence?

Mo Yi takes a glance in the direction of * * without trace.He is sitting with Li Wang at the moment and seems to be discussing something.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully - something beyond his expectation must have happened during the period when he disappeared from the public's sight.

The afternoon tea ended in a low and eerie tone.

As usual, the housekeeper stood at the door and politely invited all the players to follow him to the restaurant. Mo Yi stood up with the crowd and went to the dark corridor with the crowd.

He's not going to sneak away this time.

Last time, Mo Yi left the team on the first day of dinner and went to the side hall. When he came back, he found that the housekeeper was not waiting in the dining room. He didn't show up until he urged people to return to the room that night. During this period, players were completely unaware of the Butler's whereabouts, which made Mo Yi curious - moreover, he really wanted to know what * * they wanted to do What's the pattern.

Players are full of heart to follow behind the Butler, toward the flickering faint spot of the corridor deep.

The crowd soon came to the restaurant, and they all took their seats. The number of seats was still the same as before, which made the table seem empty. The number of players this time was much less than that of the last time. This idea troubled every player and made them feel uneasy.

Fragrant dishes like water to send the general, in front of the players placed full.

All the red pigments were sent to Mo Yi.

Although Wen Chen put the food that had no problem on his side into Mo Yi's plate, Mo Yi just fiddled with the tableware and moved the food in his plate for a few mouthfuls.

His eyes have been intentionally or unintentionally swept over the unimportant side of the restaurant. Since the beginning of the meal, the well-dressed Butler has been standing quietly in the dead corner of the brightly lit dining room. The whole person is like a dark shadow stuck in front of the wall, as if it were a dead thing without life.

Dinner was soon over.

Nothing happened throughout the meal.

The housekeeper never left.

Mo Yi frowned with a little doubt and looked around at the players sitting at the table. They all ate the last dessert from the plate. The whole restaurant looked quiet, as if there was no hidden danger. After all the players finished eating, the housekeeper slowly came up and said, "distinguished guests, please Everyone followed their maids and left

With that, he bowed deeply, then turned and opened the door of the restaurant, revealing the dimly lit corridor.

Players follow the maid's lead and go out.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen also returned to their room. Mo Yi looked around his room roughly and found that the tray and the cold food on it had been taken away. The quiet and spacious room looked as clean as no one had ever lived in. Even the torn sheets were restored to their original state, and everything was calm.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed to be thinking about something. After a few seconds, he seemed to have made up his mind and turned to Wen Chen and said:

"let's go. Let's go back to the side hall."

After saying that, he turned to pull back the door plank behind him, poked out his head and looked into the corridor. After confirming that the maid had gone far away, Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked out of the door of the room one after another, and then walked quickly towards the side hall.

Mo Yi could not help but feel a slight pause when passing through the hall. His eyes fell on the clean and tidy ground. The thick fluff on the carpet looked soft and warm under the bright light. The scattered marble fragments and viscous sweet and greasy liquid were missing, as if nothing had happened.

He withdrew his eyes, slowly took a deep breath, and walked towards the side hall.

The door of the side hall still stands quietly in the dark and cold corridor. There is no big change on it as when Mo Yi came here. Mo Yi pushes open the door, and the deep and cold breath spreads out along the open door. It seems that the cold water is pouring into the warm lake, and the cold dust is coming.

Mo Yi skillfully walked to the deep of the room. After passing through the white maze, he finally came to the secret entrance of the dark room again. Wen Chen helped him lift the thick tapestry covering the door panel. Mo Yi reached out and pushed the narrow door board which was obviously different from the wall beside him.

A large amount of dust was thrown up in front of the bright light column of the flashlight, flying in the light.

He sensitively smelled the familiar smell mixed in the air - the sweet and greasy smell was floating in the cold and dark room like a gossamer, as if there was nothing or if there was a ghost.

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes were slightly dignified, and he walked quickly toward the pile of miscellaneous goods. He turned to his side and moved slowly toward the dusty debris piled up high above him. As he approached, the familiar sweet and greasy smell seemed more clear and thick, lingering in his nose for a long time.Mo Yi stands in the open space behind the pile of debris, shining his flashlight to the front.

Next to the marble statue of the housekeeper he saw last time, another marble statue appeared.

The uniform on its body is messy and dirty, stained with dust and marble snow-white debris. The clothing materials on its limbs also have traces of being bound. The most prominent thing is that the head of the marble statue seems to have been hit by a heavy object. The whole pale face is covered with spider web cracks, and the silent black eyes are the same as the marble around him Staring blankly into the distant darkness, there is a big hole in the side of the head, along which can be seen the gray dirty liquid.

The air is familiar with the sweet and greasy smell, in the narrow space accumulation and collection, as if liquid in the dark slowly winding flow, making people feel nauseous.

Mo Yi raised his arm to cover his mouth and nose. He turned his head and said to Wen Chen, "let's go."

The purpose of his coming here has been achieved.

The conjecture is confirmed - the Butler is definitely not the monster in this copy.

He's just a prop.

A mass production puppet and marionette.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, then turned and walked out along the narrow gap. His clothes were crumpled in the process, and dust fell on his shoulders and arms. He simply patted the dust on his body, and then walked quickly to the door of the sundry room.

The dark and cold air in the side hall dissipated the sweet and greasy smell in his nose, leaving only the silent smell and temperature in the side hall like a stone chamber.

The two of them skillfully returned along the original road. Now the seemingly complex terrain in the side hall could not defeat Mo Yi. They walked through it as if they were on the flat ground, and soon came to the open space in the side hall.

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at this time, it seems that he is walking in the direction of the light painting on the wall.

The pale cloth that should have been covered in the oil painting fell to the ground and piled up on the ground. The portrait under the cloth was exposed to the air.

The profile of the portrait's face is blurred, and the paint on it dries and cracks.

But her eyes were dark and bright, and her long black hair spread over her shoulders like a waterfall.

Mo Yi's face was slightly tense. He looked up at the high portrait of the man silently and slowly took a deep breath.

That means someone has filled it with black paint.

New victims appear.

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