Chapter 187

What happened before Are they dreams?

Mo Yi was staring at the ring on his ring finger. It seemed that there was blood flowing slowly in the sharp ruby. He blinked slowly, and his mind was sober from the dim state just now, and the confused and trance look in his dark eyes slowly faded away.

No.

What he had seen before was too clear and vivid to be explained by simple dreams.

Mo Yi slightly turns the ring at the base of his finger. The cold metal under his finger has caught the temperature of his finger and ironed his skin properly. If it is not a dream, then it is likely that this ring makes him see the scene. But what Mo Yi doesn't know is that the scene he sees in that room is real-time? Is it just a ring in memory?

He slowly took the ring off his ring finger and put it in the palm of his hand to examine it. The unfinished painting that I saw in that room flashed through my mind. In the picture, the dark eyes of the woman were gazing affectionately at the outside of the picture, and the rosy face was bright and vivid. It was the hero of the portrait hanging in the side hall - in this case, the second explanation would be more reasonable.

So This ring let him see, is it the completion process of this painting?

Mo Yi slowly tightened his fingers thoughtfully, and then put the ring with body temperature back into his pocket. Just as he straightened up to get out of bed, Yu Guang swept the roses he had put on the low cabinet beside the bed before the light went out.

The petals have withered as if they were lack of water. Even the stems are covered with lifeless yellow. The withered petals are covered with dark brown blood, which looks like a corpse that has lost all its vitality.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the withered rose, but it seemed to lose all its strength at the moment of leaving the cabinet. The petals that lost water and color on the branches fell one after another, and turned into powder at the moment when they touched the ground. In his palm, there were only bare flowers left, which seemed decadent and lonely.

There was a slight pressure on the shoulders.

Mo Yi slightly side of the head, just on the Wen Chen cast the line of sight, that almost inorganic material of the eye color seems to contain some deep and silent mood, seems to be transmitting silent concern. Mo Yi's fingertip slightly one receives, conveniently throws the flower branch in the hand casually in one side, and then gently shakes his head: "it's OK."

Before yesterday, his heart was not without loss and irritability.

However, after concluding that the operator behind the copy is not a certain established rule as before, but another one with the same intelligence as the players. Mo Yi basically knew why it was difficult for him to find the key clues in the copy. In the past, he overcame the obstacles fixed in the copy to find the clues On the opposite side of the chessboard, there is another existence. When Mo Yi looks for clues, he hides clues, and even puts out irrelevant clues to confuse his sight. Moreover, the opponent is in the dark and he is in the light, which leads to Mo Yi's disadvantage from the beginning.

That's why he feels that the clues in this copy are numerous and miscellaneous, but he can't find anything that can touch the core of the copy

However, it is not hopeless now.

Because there are still some established rules in this copy, and Mo Yi and the other party have to be restricted by the same rules. Now, his hope of turning the table is pinned on these established things. Only by finding the rules that the player and the other party must abide by, can he get rid of the situation of being controlled by others and make both sides finally play in the same position.

According to our previous experience, no one will die within the third day. Although it means that the player is confined to his room and can not move, it is also the day with the least controllable changes in the replica.

Mo Yi knows that the third day is the watershed, but he doesn't know how to do it.

So It's up to you to act accordingly.

Mo Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, and then his legs on the ground suddenly forced him to the bed. The soft velvet under his body was swayed by his weight. His legs overlapped, and his arms were bent under the back of his head. His eyes looked straight at the complicated patterns on the ceiling.

The bed around him sank slightly. Mo Yi turned his head to look at his side. He only saw that Chen was lying beside him. Learning from him, he gazed at the ceiling with the same posture. After finding Mo Yi's gaze, Wen Chen turned over his cheek and looked back, with a smile on his lips:

"why, can't I be lazy?"

Mo Yi chuckled and his chest vibrated with the laughter: "I didn't say I was lazy."

Wen Chen props up body with elbow, gather together to kiss him.

He let go of Mo Yi's lips and gently kiss his forehead. His deep voice was warm as fluffy cotton wadding under the sun: "I think you should be lazy for a while."

Mo Yi blinks and stares at his own small image in Wen Chen's eyes, smiling at his lips"When it's over, maybe."

Wen Chen Mou inner mood is unpredictable, he slightly purses up the lip corner, sinks down the body with his own cold cheek to rub against Mo Yi's, gently says: "good, that's settled."

Breakfast and wedding dress were delivered like last time. Mo Yi was able to watch the strange scene outside the door without any surprise. The waiting time today was too long. He didn't have the patience to relax. In the time before 6:00 p.m., Mo Yi began to search the room to find out whether he might have stayed last time We haven't searched the corner, but we haven't found any new clues.

Although not very unexpected, but the heart is still feeling a faint disappointment.

At five thirty in the afternoon, a familiar knock came from the door. As like as two peas, Mo Yihe and Wen Chen,

, had already changed their ready gown, and hurried to the door, and opened the already turned door. The familiar faces of

housekeeper slowly appeared behind the door. MOE looked over his shoulder and looked back. Only behind him was the vertical corridor, which was exactly the same as last time, and opened with the open door as the starting point, and went straight into the dark depths. Extending, quietly leading to the unknown distance.

They followed the housekeeper and walked along the corridor. The heavy carpet absorbed all the footfalls. It was as dark and dead as a grave, enveloping the three people's bodies. The repeated and monotonous scene made people feel sleepy.

Finally, the housekeeper stopped walking in front of him, and the familiar brass door was displayed in front of him. The dim light printed the relief on the door with shallow reflection. The painful face of the man carved on the door gazed at the three people in the dark. His half naked body muscles were stretched, as if he was holding something with the strength of his whole body -

the Butler's body covered Mo Yi Looking at Mo Yi, he stretched out his pale and thin palm at Mo Yi. His dark and empty eyes were staring at his face indifferently. His voice did not fluctuate at all:

"please show me your invitation card."

Mo Yi took out the gilded invitation from his pocket and handed it to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper took the invitation and opened it. After carefully examining it, he handed it back to Mo Yi's hand. On his stiff face, he raised a formal smile that was exactly the same as usual, and pushed the door behind him --

"please."

The dazzling white light hit him, and the pale hall spread out slowly in front of his eyes. No matter the tables and chairs or the gauze curtains were extremely clean white, Mo Yi slightly narrowed his stinging eyes and stepped into it without stopping. The bronze door closed behind him, blocking the figure of Wen Chen outside, and the gentle sound of karaoke sounded behind him Mo Yi knew that it was the sound of the pale wall covering the bronze gate, but he did not look back, just walked along the lifeless hall.

He passed through the white curtain that blocked his eyes, and the familiar scenery appeared in front of him.

At the end of a bleak white room is the altar surrounded by blood red roses. The bright color is as bright as blood, and the snow-white carpet seems to have not dried up blood, stacked layer by layer, surrounding the whole altar. All the seats next to me were filled with guests in black dresses, and then there were empty seats at the front.

Mo Yi did not rush forward this time. Instead, he began to examine the guests of the marble statues one by one. He was surprised to find that although all the faces of the marble statues were stiff and pale, they were all different. From the race to the five officials, the details were different, as if everyone was a different person.

Mo Yi recalled the player who had become a marble statue, and an idea came out of his mind.

Is Has every marble statue here ever been a living person?

He slowly took a deep breath, and then slowly walked forward along the central road. While walking, he observed the faces of all the people more carefully.

suddenly, Mo Yi noticed that the face of one of the marble statues was the maid who had been guiding him.

If my previous guess is right Did all the servants in the house have been victims? That is to say They were all living people?

He was stunned. Before he could do anything, he just heard the voice of a player coming from the front:

"Hello! here! What are you waiting for

Mo Yi regained consciousness, he looked down at his watch: it will be six o'clock soon.

He quickly walked to the front, found his own position, sat down, and then quietly looked at his own dial, the hands tick, without stopping to go forward, just two minutes before six o'clock, the sound of slowly opening the door sounded, and then, the endless darkness swallowed the pale color, with an unstoppable rapid momentum toward the crowd!

The players around are not as panic stricken as before, just quietly close their eyes, waiting for the dark to come, waiting for the last week to open.

Like other players, Mo Yi did not move.He opened his eyes and fixed his gaze into the dark. It seemed that he was waiting for something. The black spread so fast that he came to him in the blink of an eye. Just before the darkness engulfed him, Mo Yi broke the glass ball he held in his fingertips with his fingertips. His dark eyes looked calm and indifferent.

No hesitation, no hesitation.

This is the first time he has used a prop in a copy.

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