Chapter 180

Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, again carefully count the number of players gathered in the hall - no one is less.

How could?

He drew back his eyes and frowned slightly. The noise and talk of players in his ears were like a breeze. He quickly organized and constructed the general possibility in his mind. If the rule that death in the copy would dye the oil painting did not change, something must have happened to make up the black paint in the oil painting Will it be a player? If a player dies, then What will fill the crowd now?

Mo Yi recalled the sweet and greasy paint pouring out of the housekeeper's head which was smashed by himself yesterday.

Can the death of the housekeeper paint the portrait?

Mo Yi blinks, takes back his divergent thoughts, and listens quietly to the whispers of players around him, People seem to be haggard than a few days ago, and they are all a bit out of their wits - they also found that the total number of people has not changed, even if the new people have entered the copy time is not short, no one will hold unrealistic delusion that the game will be good, and now the calm has caused people's panic.

Now all the people begin to doubt whether the players beside them are still themselves.

Suspicions and suspicions spread around the crowd, and it was almost impossible for the dark man to breathe.

The commotion began to rise slowly in the crowd, as if the tone changing strings were mixed into the normal Sonata, gradually affecting all the instruments and parts, and the feeling of distrust occupied everyone's heart, The noise in the crowd began to heat up, just like the pressure gradually rising under the pressure cooker. Waiting for a small touch to release all the suppressed panic and negative emotions

Mo Yi's heart was not good, but he had not had time to speak, the situation in front of him suddenly changed without warning, like a sudden gathering storm At the moment, I was a bit caught off guard.

I don't know whose mouth the gossip comes from, and it starts to explode quickly in the crowd, like cold water dripping into an oil pan, The despair and fear that had been accumulated since the beginning of the copy turned into anger, which flowed out of people's eyes and mouth and stirred fiercely in the air. Fanaticism infected everyone like a cancer that had no medicine to cure. They changed from human beings who could think independently into animals dominated by their own emotions. Their reason was dusted, and no one but themselves believed it You will only attack everyone around you by instinct to protect yourself.

Mo Yi's premonition from this copy finally happened.

There are too many people in the copy. This kind of mass panic will spread to everyone. On the contrary, there will be large-scale internal strife and mutual attack. This situation has appeared several times before, but they are suppressed in time. In addition, the time for people to enter the copy is not long, and they can not be swallowed up by fear and irrationality. This time is different

The players around them began to quarrel desperately, as if to turn the desperation and fear suppressed in their hearts into angry words and vent them with sound. They began to attack everyone around without any reason, and counted every possible doubt on each other. Almost all of them began to believe in it. The panic grew exponentially and gathered more and more in the surrounding atmosphere More.

The accusation and vicious attack with the meaning of venting and panic make Mo Yi's ears ache. His brow is tight, but his eyes inadvertently scratch something -

the hidden corners of his lips are full of darkness and pleasure that are hard to hide, as if they are poisonous flowers in the mud.

His eyes were stagnant, staring at the face of the smiling man Li Wang.

Li Wang noticed Mo Yi's gaze and turned his eyes to him. The smile on his lips was not restrained, but slowly expanded.

Then, Mo Yi began to hear some clear and clear accusations from the crowd:

" Why did you come so late at tea yesterday afternoon? Where have you been? "

"Yes, yes, and I remember he didn't show up yesterday morning when he was supposed to gather."

"He was the first one to find the body before." "I often can't see him in the house." "me too." "and he took us to the side hall with the oil paintings. How could he know so much? And did you find the room with the oil paintings this week?" "No, I haven't either"

All the people's suspicious eyes seemed to have finally found their way to Mo Yi. Before, both those who criticized others and those who were accused began to turn to him. In order to get rid of their own suspicion, they became more excited and looked ferocious The enemies of this world seem to be able to ensure their own safety by placing such charges on others.

Although we have never been taught this way, we all know that we are the safest only when we follow people's emotions. This is like a rule, imperceptibly imprinted in the human soul. Only when we are in danger can we be inspired to burst into turbulent waves and red angry eyes.Their false accusations and logic with numerous loopholes build up a false paper house. As long as they are stained with water, they will turn into rotten dregs, crumpled paper balls, which will stick to the dirty floor. However, they regard them as the truth and build them with words and emotions over and over again, as if this is the anchor of the storm, which has become the fulcrum for them to survive.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his face calmly staring at the twisted faces of the crowd. The dark eyes were calm, as if they were accusing other strangers rather than themselves.

He shrugged coldly, and then said softly, "Oh."

But it is obvious that Wen Chen standing beside Mo Yi is not as calm as he is.

His eyes slowly sank down, a pair of light gray eyes in the light of inorganic luster, which seems to have fog in the slow flow, cold as if can exude ice dregs, as if the cold-blooded animals dangerous gaze, the outline of the deep and sharp facial features with a person difficult to directly look at the aggression, almost all the people who have been crossed by his eyes feel like being extremely The cold and pain of sharp blade.

Wen Chen slowly step forward, the momentum of the whole body seems to spread around without being suppressed, which makes the eyes ache, and the sense of pressure in the throat is heavy on each player's heart. It seems that the suffocation and palpitation caused by being forced to stand on the top of the cliff suddenly sweeps across.

Mo Yi suddenly found that the voices of the players' accusations seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, especially the players closest to him. He began to tremble gently, his pupils narrowed, and his forehead also faintly exuded cold sweat. As if his throat was gripped by something invisible, he couldn't make a sound. His eyes were also staring at his side closely -

he realized something and suddenly turned his head to see it To the Wen Chen that stands beside oneself.

I don't know if it's an illusion. Mo Yi seems to see a faint mist from Wen Chen's body, spreading in the dead corner of his eyes with a cold breath of death. He glances at Wen Chen's pale fingers hanging on his side and grabs his hand.

The fingers in the palm are as cold as ice. Every inch of skin and every muscle are tense. Mo Yi's palm vibrates. It seems that there is some terrible power in it, shouting and roaring with destructive emotions.

Mo Yi rubbed the back of Wen Chen's hand with his thumb, and then pressed it gently.

he felt that the cold finger in his palm seemed to move gently, and his tight muscles and skin relaxed imperceptibly. Wen Chen turned his head and looked at Mo Yi.

Mo Yi finally saw the face of Wen Chen.

His brow was depressed, and his masseter muscles were uplifted by force. The primitive ferocity of choosing people was spreading between his tight eyebrows and eyes.

Just when he thought his silent dissuasion was useless, the next second, Wen Chen slowly took a deep breath. The unstable factors in his eyes seemed to be under control. The terrible desire for destruction in the deep light gray was slowly replaced by stable and cold colors. The light and hazy mist around him slowly dispersed. Finally, he gave a cold glance at the people who showed fear, Then he stepped back and stood on Mo Yi's side.

Mo Yi breathed a silent sigh of relief, and then looked up at the crowd. In his eyes, he was indifferent and despised, as if the players in front of him were insignificant ants. He hooked his lips, and finally took a deep look at Li Wang and * * standing at the edge of the crowd. Then he twisted his head and said to Wen Chen, "go."

No one stopped them.

No one dares to stop them.

When they see two people's bodies disappear in sight, the rest of the players look at each other, and then find that all of them are as pale as themselves and sweating, as if they have just broken away from the inhuman fear, and their voices are shaking with irresistible trembling:

"I thought I'm going to die. "

Mo Yi pulls Wen Chen to another corridor of the house and leaves the other players in the distance. He stops when he is sure that no one can hear and see himself again.

Wen Chen's eyebrows and eyes were cold and Su, as if the mood had not disappeared just now. He asked:

"why stop me?"

Mo Yi asked, "why do you want to punish them?"

Wen Chen picks eyebrow, in the eye Mou once again fan bloodthirsty cold, tight pursed lip corner does not have the slightest temperature: "they slander to you."

"He never touched his face in the game, even if his voice was cold and cold

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes began to be dignified. He took Wen Chen's palm on his cheek side and said:

"no way."

Wen Chen Leng Leng, some doubt ground asks a way: "why? I thought you never cared about them. "

Mo Yi nodded: "yes, I really don't care about their life and death. No matter whether they are killed by copy or by what, I have no touch or objection."

After all, most of the players will die in the suddenly changed copies after opening the branch plot. Caring about their lives is just as ridiculous for Mo Yi as to make him give up thinking.With a long sigh, he said slowly:

"but this is not what I came into the copy for this time, and..."

Mo Yi stopped half of the speech, and his eyes flashed with a look that Wen Chen could not understand. The semantic meaning seemed to imply something. Wen Chen couldn't help but be a little stunned. He thought of what Mo Yi said to Jiang yuanrou before entering this copy. He said that he wanted to verify a guess.

Wen Chen calmed down from the emotion just now, holding Mo Yi's palm with his back hand, inserting his finger into the finger gap between his fingers, and then slowly tightening it to fit his cold palm and Mo Yi's palm tightly. It seemed that every trace of grain was deeply trapped in the undulating and winding texture of each other's skin, and his face finally became calm and gentle.

Wen Chen asks in a low voice: "what idea do you have?"

Mo Yi shook his head helplessly: "you know I can't say it."

He narrowed his eyes slowly. His dark eyes were obscured by his long eyelashes. He said softly, "but what I can say is that things are going well. This copy is very helpful for the verification of my guess."

Wen Chen nods, then continues to ask a way: "that you this copy still prepares to look for hidden branch line?"

Mo Yi smiles: "look for ah, why not look for."

He blinked at Wen Chen, and his expression became a little relaxed, but the thoughtful look in his dark eyes was still accumulated in the depth of his eyes. It looked like the smooth rock left by the Black Lake: "only by finding the hidden branch line of the copy can we get closer to the depth of the whole copy, and help me to further understand the whole game."

Wen Chen nodded, a pair of light colored eyes staring at Mo Yi deeply. He put his cold forehead close to Mo Yi's, gently touched it and then drew a long distance. He said in a deep voice:

"no matter what you want to do, if there is anything I need to do, please tell me, even if there is a cost, it doesn't matter."

Mo Yi lip corner slightly hook up, the eye light is slightly warm: "good."

After a brief exchange, they turned around and walked out. The dark corridor around them seemed unreal and lengthy under the dim light. Under their feet were thick and soft carpets. Stepping on it silently, Mo Yi asked:

"if you look at it from your point of view, what is the copy like in general?"

"Well..." Wen Chen followed him and walked forward. He pondered for a while, and then slowly replied, "I'm sorry For me, these copies are a bit like the movies I saw a long time ago. I have a vague idea of their appearance, but I can't know the specific plot and details. During the experience, I will be impressed with what may happen next. But generally speaking, it is like being covered with a veil. The harder the copy is, the thicker the yarn is, the harder it is for me to remember the next one What's going to happen. "

Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully and did not continue to ask questions.

When they went back to the hall, they found that other players were no longer there. They seemed unwilling to face Mo Yi and Wen Chen, who might come back at any time. The hall with only two players was empty.

Mo Yi looked around and sneered coldly. At this time, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He turned to Wen Chen and said, "by the way, I know why the total number of players is not less."

He took the fragment of the mirror out of his pocket and said, "before they started to point the spear at me, I took the opportunity to look at each of their faces in the mirror while they were busy attacking each other. There was a man in the crowd who was marble, and his eyelids were white in the mirror, but there was only one, but generally speaking, black would have two sacrifices So I guess the housekeeper I killed may have replaced one of them

Hearing Mo Yi mention the things just now, Wen Chen's eyebrows and eyes unconsciously darkened again. He slowly took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and asked word by word: "how are you going to do it?"

Mo Yi stretched out his hand without warning and pinched Wen Chen's face again. Looking at his expression of surprise, he said with a smile: "don't be excited. I'm not going to do anything."

Wen Chen's expression was disappointed and collapsed.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly: "I still want to know what it wants to do, how can it be so early to expose it."

He smiles and looks light and relaxed:

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