Chapter 179

Mo Yi ran out of the side hall without hesitation. The lights in the hall were bright, and the Baroque heavy furniture and pale marble were covered with a layer of soft light. It was covered by the special heavy silence in the house, as if time and air were still at the same time.

It doesn't look like an accident.

Mo Yi frowned a little suspiciously and walked toward the top of the stairs. The corridor was also silent.

Is it that the body has not been found?

Mo Yi walks to the rooms where other players live according to the route he remembers, and touches the end one by one. It's not too late now, Many players are wandering around the house searching for clues, so the door of each room is tightly closed. There is no trace of blood smell or familiar sweet smell. Only the gloomy flavor of the ancient house is permeated in the dark and dim narrow corridor.

The dead corridor stretched in front of my eyes as if I could not reach the end, but no body was found in any room.

Mo Yi stopped his pace, his brows tightened into a thick dark cloud, and some absentmindedly fiddled with the bandage on his palm.

It's strange

However, he turned to think that since he knew that someone was dead, it was not very urgent to look for bodies. It would be very strange to knock on the door one by one now. In any case, he would know which player died in the morning, and he would not be in a hurry for a moment.

Mo Yi turns to walk out of the corridor and begins to look for other clues in the house.

There was not much to gain until eleven o'clock.

And when other players came back to the room one after another, he didn't hear anyone scream or announce the discovery of the body. Mo Yi suppressed his doubts and had to return to their room with Wen Chen.

After they quickly washed, they turned off the lights and lay side by side on the bed. Mo Yi stared at the fuzzy ceiling in the dark with his eyes wide open. His soft velvet was slowly fluctuating with the frequency of his breathing. He felt the uncontrollable anxiety and impatience, which stretched out from the deliberately suppressed mood during the day, and stretched out his touch recklessly in the darkness and silence Whiskers, black seeds like wild grass like crazy out of the head.

Mo Yi has to admit that although the time of entering the replica is not short, he still hasn't made many breakthrough discoveries, and he hasn't even touched the basic thread of this replica.

Strictly collect, tomorrow is the last day of this week. After all, most of the third day is trapped in the room and can't move. Basically, there is no chance of free movement.

This replica is like warm, slowly heated water, and they're like frogs waiting to die.

It grinds their patience carefully and carefully with peaceful scripts with few fierce conflicts, numbs players with exaggerated death numbers which are not much compared with the total number of people, and then approaches their bottom line little by little. With dazzling patterns and dazzling clues, or true or false clues, it makes the players in it feel dizzy and dizzy, unable to find the victims The real appearance hidden in the calm appearance.

Mo Yi's eyes are staring at the front without blinking. It seems that he wants to see through the darkness in his eyes. The faint feeling of acid rising spreads up, which makes him have to close his eyes. The dry eyes under his eyelids are covered by physiological tears.

He began to comb through every clue he found throughout the copy.

The longer he thought about it, the more frightened Mo Yi felt - he was already the farthest forward among all the players, but even so, he still felt as if his hands and feet were tied together. The loose and scattered clues and the long drawn time line made the whole copy covered with a layer of invisible fog, whether forward or backward The feeling of emptiness made him have an illusion of control.

Control

This thought, which flashed through his mind, made Mo Yi's heart clench involuntarily, as if the blood all over his body was speeding up, and it seemed that he was frozen and stopped in an instant. The clues that had been carefully combed in his mind for several times now ran out of control again, just like a thin and dense network covering his heart.

Just then, he heard a deep familiar voice coming from the darkness beside him:

"are you ok?"

In the silence, there is the sound of cloth rubbing and picking. Mo Yi feels that Wen Chen's cold hand is groping under the quilt, and the dry palm is firmly stuck on the back of his hand, bringing a faint sense of peace of mind.

Mo Yi can't help being surprised by Wen Chen's sensitivity.

He realized that he did not show anything unusual in the dark. To be exact, his breathing rate and heart rate were deliberately maintained within a stable range, but Wen Chen seemed to be able to see through his disguised appearance of silence and was keenly aware of his own differences.

This makes Mo Yi suddenly have an interest. He holds Wen Chen's palm with his backhand and asks:"How long have you known me?"

He added, "don't be forced to answer within the rules."

Wen Chen's slender fingers held back forcefully, as if to transfer the strength of his body to Mo Yi. In the dark, there was no change in his voice:

"I don't know."

This answer didn't surprise Mo Yi. He had asked at random, and didn't hear Wen Chen give the exact answer. He was eager to think about it. But he didn't expect that Wen Chen's low voice continued to spread from a distance in the dark:

"I only know how long I remember you."

Mo Yi was stunned -- he had never heard Wen Chen mention it before. His desire to explore was picked up and he asked:

"remember? How do I say this? Does that mean you didn't remember me before

"Well." Wen Chen's voice was a little low and hoarse, as if the quiet air stirred waves: "before I saw you, my consciousness was dark and chaotic. I didn't know where I was or even who I was."

His words became a little hasty: "but just when I saw you, it was like a voice in my veins that started to scream, urging and forcing me - I had to embrace you."

This answer is Mo Yi unexpected, when hearing the last sentence of Wen Chen, the deep emotion contained in the tone makes his heart jump uncontrollably. It's like There is something in the body that has been hidden for a long time, like a continuous noise.

He kept his voice calm and continued, "and then?"

"Then I began to absorb all the information and resources around me quickly, just like a child with a new mind. I began to have memories, and I began to be able to control my form, and then I began to vaguely remember you

So Wen Chen's consciousness and memory are also gradually restored with the passage of time.

Mo Yi couldn't help but wonder why he could produce such a strong emotion only by his unclear memory in his mind, thus prompting a normal mind to do so many unreasonable things.

There was a slow low smile in my ear.

Mo Yi found out that he had asked the question in his heart unconsciously, which made him frown a little annoyed.

Wen Chen's cold fingers climbed to his wrist along his palms and gently rubbed the hard protruding bones under the thin layer of flesh. His voice did not rush into the eardrum: "what I rely on is not memory."

"What is that?" Mo Yi asked suspiciously

Wen Chen's voice has a soft emotion that he can't understand:

"it's instinct."

Mo Yi's heart leaped slightly, feeling as if there was heat slowly spreading along the cold skin of Wen Chen's wrist, almost to a certain degree of scalding. He subconsciously shook off the surrounding of Wen Chen's fingers and said with strong self composure:

"are you sure that what you saw at the first sight of regaining consciousness was the chick effect produced by me?"

Wen Chen's deep laughter came from the darkness. Mo Yi felt that the mattress under his body had sunk for a while, and then something cold covered his lips. His soft and moist touch left him.

Mattress will vibrate honest ground conduction comes - Wen Chen to lie down afresh.

Mo Yi hears the voice that Wen Chen uses with smile to reply: "if you so explain, I also have no opinion."

I don't know how to get it tonight. After a simple chat with Wen Chen, Mo Yi fell asleep more quickly than usual.

The dark nightmare that haunted him for a long time did not come back.

But he dreamed of something else.

Mo Yi looks at the bright ceiling with his eyes open. The light leaves a spot on the beautiful and complicated pattern on the top painting. The shape of the spot makes him fascinated.

And, most importantly, this time he woke up, he remembered some broken fragments of his dream.

The sun was shining on the edge of the dark cup. The dark coffee fell on the white fish pattern on the cup, leaving mud colored spots. Then, the kiss of coffee came down with the smell of old books. He heard a voice in his ear: "you are too tired." Then, it was the darkness that came surging like the tide, swallowing all the colors, tastes and patterns. He walked forward in a daze.

The ground was tinged with scarlet blood. The pale lifeless limbs lay quietly on the pool of blood. A pair of black eyes with shallow white panning were staring at him. There was blood flowing down the slender neck silently and violently.

Strangely, Mo Yi knew subconsciously that it was a marble statue.

It's really a very strange dream, but it seems to be clearly printed in his mind.

Mo Yi rubbed his dull painful head and got up from the bed.

The next thing was the same as last week. Mo Yi didn't see red in the water at the door this time. However, out of caution, he didn't move the basin of water again. He just ate some energy sticks he carried for breakfast to satisfy his hunger.He went out of the room to join the others, and a lot of people had gathered in the hall.

Mo Yi waited patiently for other players in the hall this time. When everyone arrived, he found the fact that the number of players had not changed.

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