Chapter 191

Mo Yi was startled by the sudden voice from behind. Subconsciously, he covered the white cloth in his hand back to the dark coffin in the middle of the hall, and then quickly flashed away. After that, the whole body was covered by the deep shadow of the coffin, as if integrated into it.

He held his breath and felt the white cloth's hem scraping his cheek slightly, causing slight itching.

There is a long and thin shadow on the ground gradually approaching. In the dim light of the side hall, the dark body of the visitor is slowly revealed within the scope of Moyi's vision. He looks around the room indifferently, and the fuzzy face flashes in front of Mo Yi's eyes. Mo Yi can't help but stare at his eyes.

Although you can't see clearly in the light, one thing is certain.

Never met this man.

Not a housekeeper, nor anyone in the house, but a completely strange face.

The flame of hope lit up in Mo Yi's heart, almost slowly dispelling the cold that occupied his body again. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of his heart beating.

If

Before Mo Yi came up with an idea, he saw that man in the dark slowly stepped over the withered rose placed in front of the portrait. The yellow and brittle petals were broken under the hard sole, and crushed into scattered pieces in the light sound of "Kara", and buried deeply in the thick and soft carpet.

He went deep into the side hall without pause.

Mo Yi's eyes slowly rotate, closely following the figure of the man. When he half turned his face, his eyes suddenly turned to a pair of eyes hidden in the white cloth beside him.

Mo Yi's dark and ferocious eyes closely watched Mo Yi from the gap between the heavy cloth, which made his body tense instantly. Adrenaline was extremely high, and the heart beat almost broke through his chest. Mo Yi quickly put out his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and blocked his sudden rapid breathing and the sound that might overflow from his mouth in his throat.

But he inevitably made a slight noise.

The man, who was walking deep into the side hall, suddenly stopped.

Mo Yi felt the cold in his body, like a snake that had been lurking for a long time, and the cold shivering feeling climbed all the way along his back. He clenched his teeth, and his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about all the possibilities of escape. The scene in front of him could not be a simple memory picture, otherwise the characters and scenery in it could not be influenced and changed by him Change, then once found, he is still in the cooling period of props, almost unavoidable, only a dead end!

The dark eyes are still peeping silently in the dark.

However, all Mo Yi's attention is focused on the man standing in the deep hall. He slowly turns around, his pale side face appears fuzzy and indifferent in the dark. Mo Yi can't see his expression clearly. He can only press his cold fingers on his lower half of his face, trying to lower his breathing, heartbeat and sense of existence together.

The man didn't look at him, but slowly reached out to the tall furniture covered by the white cloth in front of him. Then he grabbed the white cloth and pulled it hard. Mo Yi saw that there was also a dark coffin under the white cloth. However, the coffin was much larger than the one Mo Yi had seen before. The dark and thick wood was obviously valuable, It is painted with black and smooth coating. The wood is wrapped with countless fine gold wires. It looks luxurious and gorgeous, and shimmers in the light.

The material of that coffin made Mo Yi jump.

He recalled the portraits in his room and the frames of portraits in the side hall

Is it made of coffins?!

He lowered his heart and continued to look at the scene in front of him. He saw that the man slowly raised his other hand which had been hanging from his side. Mo Yi was surprised to find that his thin, almost skinny hand was holding a handful of roses tightly. The sharp thorns on it had not been removed. He pierced his hand holding the flower branch, and the dark red blood was flowing along him His fingers trickled down slowly, dropping on the coffin.

The man slowly released his fingers holding the rose branches and placed the bunch of roses in front of the coffin.

Then he turned and left - but this time, he finally stopped in front of the portrait hanging on the wall.

He stands quietly in front of the portrait, blocking Mo Yi's eyes. Mo Yi can only see the dark and gentle eyes of the woman in the portrait over his shoulder, silently and silently staring into the darkness.

The man leaned forward slowly, pressed his palm on the wall with the painting hanging on it, and then pressed his lips toward the portrait slowly, as if he were quietly kissing the lips of the man in the painting.

After the ritual, the man straightened up slowly and strode toward the side hall door.

The sound of opening and closing the door shaft sounded in the quiet and empty hall, the light outside the corridor flashed on the ground, and then the room returned to its former silence and desolation.

When Mo Yi can't hear the footsteps outside the door, he puts down his stiff palm which covers his mouth and breathes a long, silent breath. He slowly looks at the eye behind the white cloth and stares at his eyeball. When he looks at it again, his heart jumps a little involuntarily. He calms down and reaches for the cloth covered on it And then he pulled it off——In front of us is another coffin.

But unlike other coffins, the coffin was not closed tightly, and the coffin board raised a wide gap, and the eyes peeped out from the cracks in the coffin.

Mo Yi inserted his fingers into the crevice of the coffin, and then lifted it up with all his strength. After listening to a few acid squeaks, the cover which was not covered up was lifted up, and "bang Dang" fell on the ground, revealing the scene below -

there was a man with a twisted posture lying inside. He raised his arm to block himself In front of his body, it seems that he is pushing up the cover of the coffin. His blue gray fingers are stiff and fixed in the air. He seems to be trying his best to grasp the gap of the coffin. His dark and empty eyes are struggling to look out of the coffin's cracks, as if they are still looking for the hope of life.

He was put in the coffin alive.

According to the stiffness on the body, he seems to have just died.

Mo Yi frowns slightly and stares at him quietly. He tentatively reaches out his finger and gently touches the figure of the body lying on the side of the coffin. Under his slight touch, the body seems to have lost its balance, and the whole body suddenly falls back into the coffin.

He was stunned slightly, and his eyes were attracted by the upper part of the corpse's skull -

he saw a huge hole in the skull of the corpse, and the scalp disappeared, revealing the thick white bone and the large cracked hole. The milky white brain pulp and scarlet blood hung on the edge of the wound. Among them, one of the lead pipes extended out of the large hole in the skull, and the brain pulp in the skull was pulled out There seems to be something left in the tube.

Mo Yi raised his arm, reached for the hose, and then squeezed it out.

The dark liquid dripped out slowly, sending out the familiar sweet and greasy smell, while the liquid dripping on the ground showed a familiar texture under the light. Mo Yi was a little stunned and looked closer --

Yes, it was pigment.

Then, it seems that it is because of the air that the black pigment drops on the ground gradually changes color and becomes a dark, dirty, dark gray. The strange sweet and greasy aroma seems to be more intense, which invades the human senses like living things.

Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds, and his eyes became dark.

So, the brain of a corpse can be used to make paint, but soon after it encounters the air, the pigment changes color and turns gray, and that's where the weird smell comes from. If we connect the clues we got before, can we say The purpose of this copy is to take out the brains of players who ingest ordinary pigments to make special pigments that emit fragrance, and then color the portrait hanging in the side hall?

Then the corpse in front of me should have ingested black pigment

Mo Yi thought so and looked down slowly -

the face of the corpse in front of him was stiff and distorted by the fear of death, but his facial features were still clear and discernible. Even with his eyes closed, Mo Yi could outline such a face in his mind.

Housekeeper.

The man who died in this coffin is the housekeeper.

His face was twisted, his empty and dark eyes fixed on the void, his mouth wide as if in a silent cry, and there was a heavy black between his teeth and the coating of his tongue, which was the remnant of black pigment.

After being shocked, Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly. He remembered that when he broke the marble housekeeper, he saw that the black, white and red liquid flowing out of his mind was black, white and red pigments It's not the same color.

Is it possible that the monochrome is extracted from the corpse, while the tricolor is mixed Will there be other different effects?

For example Manipulating the marble statue?

Just like puppet line to puppet, pigment is the tool to manipulate marble statues.

Mo Yi slowly straightened up, eyes deep, eyes are still locked in the coffin of the housekeeper's body, face slightly coagulation.

In that case, the servants in the whole house should be dead, and they may be the first victims behind the scenes.

Now they are served in the house by marble statues under the control of the master behind the scenes.

Mo Yi slowly breathed out a breath and looked deep into the side hall. In the dark place covered by the shadow, it was the dark coffin wrapped with golden silk. There were a bunch of bright roses on it, which were dazzling in the dark.

In fact, up to now, there are still some unfilled gaps and inconsistencies in this story. There is only one way to prove whether what you guess is true or not

Mo Yi turned to the coffin as he thought about it. However, before his fingers touched the smooth surface of the coffin, he only felt a huge gravity coming from behind him, pulling him into the dark and silent chaos.

Before it seems to have become dull and weak cold moment swept by, like the overwhelming wave of Mo Yi from the beginning to the end of the whole submerged.

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