Chapter 182

The time soon arrived at 4:20 p.m., and Mo Yi and Wen Chen had changed into the dress they had worn at the last dinner party and were waiting in the room for the maid to knock on the door and lead them to the hall where the dinner was held.

Mo Yi stretched out his hand and slowly adjusted his bow tie. He felt that his invitation card was placed in the pocket inside the dress. With his action, he made a slight rustle of paper friction. In the right pocket, there was that heavy ring, which dropped down slightly with the cloth on his body, bringing a sense of existence that could not be ignored. He breathed slowly, and his dark eyes fell on the portrait at the door.

In the dark frame, a pale and naked woman lies quietly on her back on the canvas. The dark red velvet is wrinkled and undulating under her skin, and her eyelids are closed. If you get close enough, you can see that there is a thin red line across her slender neck, which is deeply hidden in the shadow of the undulating skin, which is almost impossible to distinguish.

The picture changed again.

Mo Yi remembers that with the passage of time, the blood on the neck of the portrait will gradually expand and deepen. When it becomes a deep wound, it is the time for this copy to attack the players living in the room.

When he left in the morning, the wound on the neck of the portrait was completely recognizable. However, when Mo Yi returned to the room, the portrait became what he saw when he first entered the copy. The thin and bright red silk thread wrapped around the woman's pale neck could not be found without close observation.

Why is that?

Is it that the copy decided not to attack him anymore?

After all, in this day, Mo Yi did not see the omen of the appearance of the illusion, and passed the previous time without any worry.

He narrowed his eyes slowly, his pale face was more and more profound against the complicated collar, and his dark eyebrows were almost gloomy with classical beauty.

The next second, there was a gentle knock at the door.

Mo Yi takes back his eyes. He quickly walks to the door of the room and reaches out to open the door of the room.

Outside was the familiar maid, who bowed deeply to them and said, "Dear guest, please follow me." After that, she turned and walked forward.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen quietly keep up with her pace, follow her to the dark depths of the corridor, while walking while paying no trace of attention to the road they embarked on completely different from before.

After the beginning of the second week, Mo Yi spent a lot of time exploring the whole house. Although the bright lines and dark lines in the house crisscross, and the terrain is complex and irregular, Mo Yi has almost outlined the shape of the whole house in his mind in these days of exploration and search, even if there is no servant or housekeeper Most of the important halls can also be found off the road. However, Mo Yi has never found the hall they are going to this evening. No matter which road to choose or which fork to turn, there is no corridor leading to that hall.

This means that their current destination can not be reached without guidance.

Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath, and the cold and dry air rushed into his chest, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

He took his eyes away from the corridor wall on his side, and turned his head to look behind him. The place he had passed behind was pitch black, and it seemed that even the faint light of the wall lamp had been swallowed up. He could hardly see any light and specific outline, but could only see the boundless darkness without bottom.

Mo Yi turned back and looked thoughtfully at the maid who was walking in front of her. Her thin and shriveled figure was outlined by the dim light, and the faint light fan spread under her feet. As her steps were fragmented, she walked on the ground.

Stuffy sound is hazy by carpet, the ankle of thin bone Ling Ding in the line of sight stops in the dividing line of light and shadow.

Mo Yi looked up along with the maid's figure. She was staring at him with her dark and empty eyes. Then she stretched out her hand and pushed the door behind her slowly. The fragrance of flowers flowed out with the opening of the gate, accompanied by the soft music mixed in the air. It was like a wind with life that made his whole body feel instant Surrounded.

The maid bowed deeply, and her shadowy figure seemed to blend into the darkness of the open door.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen walk toward the room together.

The top of his head is bright, just like the sunlight light, which makes Mo Yi accustomed to the dark environment in the corridor. His eyes are not adapted and squint. He blinks his eyes covered by physiological tears, and turns his head around the spacious and luxurious hall. The exquisite and luxurious ornaments on the wall are dazzling and beautiful under the light Marbles are all over the room, and the smell of food reverberates in the air.

Most of the players have already arrived. They sit in their seats and cast their eyes on Mo Yi when they see him. However, when Mo Yi looks over, he suddenly moves his eyes away, either because of fear, or because of doubt, or for some other reason.The atmosphere suddenly became awkward and tense, and the morning atmosphere continued to this moment without pause.

Mo Yi seems to have no idea about this, and keeps his face on the empty position beside the table.

Before he sat down, he looked around the table faintly, but found that this time, there were no silver glittering knives on the table. Only the fork was left on one side of the plate, and he was slightly stunned.

It's a little strange.

Mo Yi takes out the mirror in his pocket and stealthily puts the players on the whole table into the mirror image slowly -

the player who he confirmed to be a marble statue in the morning is also in his list. Except for his pale and stiff face, there is almost no difference. But besides him, there are two more marble statues on the table.

Mo Yi looks at the player in the mirror that appears to be some separated pale face and colorless pale eyes with the crack on the glass, and his heart can't help shaking slightly.

He took back the mirror without trace, and felt his heart beat a little faster in his chest.

Mo Yi recognized the faces of the two players who had joined the marble statues. Last week, they handed Mo Yi a note on the back of the portrait. He clearly remembered that their corresponding colors were red.

as like as two peas game player game player, that means that this copy is still killing by color. Only after killing people, it no longer abandons the body directly. Instead, it uses the same face marble as a substitute for the player group. And it still kills two players in each color. One of the black spots is replaced by the housekeeper who smashed the skull with the Moir, while the red is still two. Individuals.

So According to the law observed in Mo Yi's portrait in his room, this copy was originally intended for him. Then why did he change his attention?

Mo Yi's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but the next second, he seemed to think of something, his eyes could not help but stare slightly.

…… He didn't eat this time.

He never ate anything after using the mirror fragments he found in the side hall that the food in his plate turned out to be red paint!

When each player dies, their corpses will appear in different colors, and the corresponding colors will also appear in the oil painting portrait in the side hall on the first floor. Then, the purpose of this copy is to paint with the paint in the player's body

- which means that in the last copy, they ate not only ordinary food, but also the target's plate They are mixed with the same color as their corresponding pigments - and the mirror of tableware is too narrow and fuzzy, and can't stay in the hands for too long, and no one wants to think that the mirror will be the key prop in this copy, plus the trust brought by the rules of providing food in the game No one found that their food would be pigment.

Even Mo Yi wasn't very wary of the food on his plate last week.

This week, he found that his food was red pigment, so he didn't take it into his body at all. Then, this copy lost the reason to kill him, so he gave up and turned to other players who had eaten the red pigment, smearing their body color on the canvas in the side hall.

So when he returned to his room, he found that the oil paintings in his room had returned to their original state.

That's because the red color of this week has been made up.

The clues connect into a clear vein in the mind, like the winding blood vessels in the pink texture of the human body.

Mo Yi slowly breathed out his breath. His eyes fell on his fingers curled up slightly on the table, and looked at his blue and white knuckles. At this moment, the other players were finally all together, and they sat down one by one at the table. With their arrival, the dishes were sent to the table like water among the servant's pale fingers, which was attractive under the light However, Mo Yi, who understood the killing rules in the copy, lost his appetite when looking at them, so he just managed to move a few mouthfuls and put down the tableware.

It's over soon.

Players know what's going to happen, so they're all waiting.

I saw the last male servant came over and took them away from the dining table and went to the deep of the room.

The huge bronze gate stands in front of us, and the relief on it is covered by dim light, like the winding ups and downs of life. The heavy texture makes people feel nervous just by watching. From Mo Yi's point of view, you can see the scale and half of the carved image on it, which seems to be many and many Character images.

The broken eyebrows, eyes and limbs are stretched out from the blurred light, which coincides with the picture in memory.

Mo Yi is slightly stunned and subconsciously takes a step forward --

although he was not very sure last time, he was absolutely right this time

This is the gate to the wedding!

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