Chapter 185

The music stops at this moment.

As if the invisible lead on the puppet was cut off, the man dancing alone in the corpse and blood instantly lost the strength to support his body, as if all his strength had been emptied and fell in a scarlet.

Like a slaughterhouse, the room is dead, the air is full of rust smell, broken limbs and viscera spread on the blood red floor, the players in formal dress stand pale in the pale broken limbs and red blood pool, they still maintain the posture before the music ends, as if they have not responded.

The bronze gate was slowly pushed open.

The housekeeper in the dark uniform stood at the door, his dark eyes glanced around the room like purgatory. His vague and rigid face did not change at all. His pale face was printed with strange light red by the scarlet blood in the room. His voice broke the silence:

"it's late now..."

At this time, the shrieking and miserable howl sounded in the room, interrupting the housekeeper's unfinished words. The numb looking crowd slowly looked in the direction of the voice. It was the player who woke up in the gloom. He screamed in horror when he found himself lying in the corpses and plasma all over the ground, But when he struggled to avoid retreating behind him, he bumped into a half torn face behind him, and his voice burst into a more shrill scream.

His scream, like a sharp awl, penetrates deeply into the protective shield created by players in the name of numbness when they are too scared and shocked. He drags them back to the reality filled with blood, corpses and death, forcing them to abandon the cover of self-protection and face the cruel and vicious status quo naked the pale and rigid marble statues, the broken limbs that are as pale as the stone statues due to the bleeding, and the pink texture revealed by the tearing skin covered with blood. Everything in the room turns into a sharp sword and stabs into people's eyes, bringing terrible visual impact.

Retching echoed in the closed room.

The housekeeper's face was not pulled up, as if covered with a thick plaster mask. He patiently followed his previous words and said:

" You must have been very tired. "

The cry of collapse spread among the crowd, as if some switch had been turned on. All of them began to run towards the outside of the dance floor, as if they were afraid of the plague, and wiped the blood splashed on their bodies while running. The sound of retching became louder and louder.

The housekeeper went on, blind, and said, "please follow the maid back to your room and rest. Tomorrow will be the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. de Claude. Please have a good rest and come with your invitation cards."

When the out of control player ran out of the dance floor, Mo Yi still stood still, his eyes focused on a certain point in the pool of blood, did not know what he was looking at, and when those players who were out of their minds and nearly collapsed were taken out of the room by the maids and bumped towards the outside of the room, he also moved - but he was facing The direction is not the gate.

Mo Yi stepped over the corpse lying in the pool of blood and walked quickly towards the center of the dance floor. He stopped his pace, leaned down, and gently pinched the green flower stem with his fingers. Regardless of his fingertips being dyed red with red blood, he slowly picked up the rose that fell from the pocket of the player who was controlled by the quilt. The shape of the rose that fell on the ground was crushed and scattered. It looked like imitation Buddha experienced a storm like, delicate as a girl's skin petals were dyed by blood into a strange red, blood beads along the edge of the petals rolling down, fell into the sea like blood on the ground -

tick.

Behind him sounded the housekeeper's straightforward voice: "distinguished guest, what else can I do for you?"

His voice wakes Mo Yi from his trance state. Mo Yi holds the rose with his blood stained fingers, turns his head and looks behind him. The housekeeper is quietly standing on the edge of the dance floor staring at him. His dark eyes are empty and cold. Players in the distance notice the strange look of turning his head here.

Mo Yi shook his head and said, "nothing."

After that, he strode over the corpses and viscera on the ground, walked out of the dance floor full of blood, nodded at the housekeeper as if nothing had happened, and then followed the maid who came forward to the door. The housekeeper also followed him. The scarlet room was left behind by them, and the bronze door was slowly closed.

The relief above seems to be clearer than when Mo Yi saw it last time. The raised lines and lines on it reflect weak and strange light in the dim light. This time, he saw a pattern carved on it - half of the painful and numb man's face was illuminated by the light, but the other half was hidden in the dark, filled with lines and lines in deep despair Between the lines, brass eyes staring at the front. The next second, with the closing of the gate, the pattern is instantly swallowed by the shadow, leaving only the deep darkness that can not be seen.

Mo Yi finally gave a deep look at his back, then turned around and followed the maid to walk out of the hall. All the way, he quietly lowered his eyes and did not know what he was thinking.Even after he returned to his room, he was still silent. He just sat quietly on the edge of the bed, gazing thoughtfully at the rose in his hand. The blood on the rose had dried up, and the rose seemed to wither with the evaporation of water. The edge of the delicate petals was slightly rolled up due to lack of water, and it felt fragile and dry.

Wen Chen accompany in his side soundlessly, next to him sat on the bedside.

Mo Yi turned his head to look at him as if he had been awakened. His fingers were still playing with the thin stems of the flowers unconsciously. He looked at Wen Chen, and it seemed that he finally recognized the person in front of him for a long time, and his eyes showed a little sudden look.

Wen Chen raised his chin against the rose in his hand, and asked in a gentle voice:

"how, did you find anything?"

Mo Yi looks at the rose in his hands like a dream. The strength between his fingers is slightly relaxed. The fragile and slender flower stems and the fragmentary broken flowers fall from his palms and fall gently on the carpet in the room. The dried up petals are scattered like Buddha funeral with his actions.

He shook his head: "roses? Nothing was found to be relevant. "

Mo Yi's eyes fell on his fingertips, which were stained with blood, and continued to say in a trance:

"but a lot has been found about this copy."

Wen Chen's eyes were slightly dignified. Mo Yi stood up from the bedside and walked to the oil painting hanging at the door of the room. His eyes fell on the closed eyes of the woman in the painting and said softly, "since entering this copy, I can always feel a sense of being monitored, such as when I walk in the corridor or when I pass by those marble statues A faint sight, or a housekeeper who always seems to know where I appear... "

He paused, as if thinking about something, and then slowly said:

"then, and over time, the feeling gradually evolved into a feeling of being manipulated."

Wen Chen stares at him, the light gray pupil Mou inside flickers slightly light, he did not speak, just quietly waits for Mo Yi next content.

Mo Yi continued: "I have almost experienced the cycle of two weeks, but according to my observation and conjecture, I actually feel that It can't be called reincarnation completely.

Reincarnation is just a whirl of the time line, and the specific external material conditions and rigid requirements are fixed. However, in the appearance of this replica now, the rules and elements can be flexibly adjusted and adjusted. Under the premise that the player knows the law of killing the replica and no one may sacrifice at the dance, it will be great to change the form of the dead victim The marble statues mingled with the crowd to prevent them from getting enough white paint at the dance the next night, and because the silver knives could print the face of the marble statues, they replaced the tableware at the dinner party tonight - I even suspect that it removed the silver knives from the banquet because they saw me use them as mirrors last week Strong. "

After a long talk, he stopped to take a breath, then turned to Wen Chen and said slowly:

"have you found that the change and operation of these rules all need a subject."

Wen Chen looked back into Mo Yi's dark eyes and whispered:

"so you suspect Can this copy be manipulated? Behind all the actions and changes is an unknown subject? "

Mo Yi nodded, his dark eyes lit up, and his speech speed was also accelerating unconsciously:

"yes, according to the phenomenon I have observed before, it is obvious that this copy has two sets of rules. One is fixed and can not be changed artificially, which is inherent in the copy itself, while the other is artificially defined and can be changed by the giver It's just like a chess player can change his layout, but can't change the rules of chess. We are chessmen, and the chess player wants us to make his set of chess rules. "

He slowly breathed out a breath, turned his head and looked at the oil painting which had no change compared with that at the beginning of the copy and said quietly:

"since the players enter the copy, they have been hiding in the dark, watching us quietly, observing and even manipulating our behavior."

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