Chapter 192

Mo Yi was dripping with cold sweat all over his body. His pupils shrank. He was staring at the ceiling above his head. Waves of cold swept through his bones, freezing skeletal muscles and skin along his meridians and blood vessels.

He slowly moved his stiff and cold fingers, like stone carving fingers, shaking to pull down the ring stuck on the root of his fingers. The uneven protuberance on the inner side of the ring caused slight itching pain on the frozen numb skin under the uncontrollable force. Maybe his action range was too large. Wen Chen asked in a soft voice:

" What's the matter? "

Mo Yi pursed his blue white lips. Instead of answering directly, he asked in an uncontrollable trembling voice:

"still, how long is there left?"

Wen Chen replied very quickly, as if he had been paying attention to the passage of time:

"forty five minutes."

Mo Yi slowly closed his eyes, and his frozen brain slowly calculated. Now it's only ten minutes since he looked at his watch last time. It seems that the time he spent in the scene is different from that in the copy. Maybe that's why the cold that I feel will be weakened when I'm in the scene.

He can't go on thinking any more. He's so numb and distracted that he can hardly concentrate, let alone line up the clues he just got.

Mo Yi closed his eyes and used all his strength to resist the cold inside his body. The sound of his teeth trembling slightly became everything he could hear. Other sounds seemed to come from thousands of miles away, far away and fuzzy, as if covered with a thick gauze curtain.

Wen Chen quietly stares at Mo Yi's pale face with closed eyes. His face seems to be covered by frost without a trace of blood, A slight tremor came from the thin body wrapped in the quilt. Wen Chen clenched his teeth and felt that his body seemed to be falling into the abyss with Mo Yi. He approached him and gently pasted his lips on Mo Yi's cold forehead, which was as cold as ice sculpture. His inability to feel invaded every inch of his senses. Paranoid pain spread in the bottom of his heart Any sound, for fear of disturbing Mo Yi.

Two people in bed quietly embrace each other, as if time stagnates, years flow.

Finally, I don't know how long after that, Mo Yi felt the beast like cold in his body slowly receded, his frozen body and thinking gradually woke up, and his senses seemed to regain their sensitivity. He felt that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat and tightly adhered to the cold skin, sticky and wet, and his hands and feet gradually warmed. Mo Yi could almost hear To the sound of your own blood flowing through the blood vessels.

He opened his eyes, just on the Wen Chen tightly staring at his line of sight.

Wen Chen saw Mo Yi open his eyes, his eyes suddenly lit up, and asked in a hurry:

"do you feel OK?"

Mo Yi struggled to sit up from the bed, pulled out his arm bound by thick velvet, tentatively moved his muscles and joints which had become stiff due to the lack of movement for too long. Then he took a long breath, and his voice was a little dry:

" Much better. "

He looked down at the watch on his wrist - just three hours, no more than a minute.

Mo Yi thought: at least in this respect, the game did not entrap people.

Wen Chen raised his hand to cover the quilt again on Mo Yi's body, and said with no doubt: "don't move, you haven't completely recovered now." After saying that, he will be tough to be tucked in the corner, light gray eyes hidden in the determination is hard to shake.

Mo Yi sighed helplessly, moved his arm, and broke the quilt again:

"I'm really OK. The cold is just a matter of that period of time. After the side effects disappear, it will return to normal."

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "by the way, did you have breakfast this morning?"

Wen Chen nodded, raised his hand from the side of the table will be the arrangement of the full tray, turned to look at Mo Yi: "I used you to get before the mirror pieces to check, food is no problem, are you hungry?"

Mo Yi shook his head.

The side effects of the cold still tormented him. The viscera in his abdominal cavity seemed to be frozen by ice, which made him have no appetite now.

According to the previous reasoning, from this meal, pigments will be mixed into the food, but this breakfast is not pigment Then it is very likely that the person in the background of this copy found the clues he got and knew that such behavior would not be useful, so he gave up targeting himself.

Mo Yi can't help but be mixed. Although his worries about food are much smaller, in the current situation where the enemy is dark and I am bright, the more cards he has exposed, the less advantage he has, and is likely to be targeted by the other side.

He slowly took a deep breath, sorting out his previous clues in his mind.

From the phenomenon exposed now, we can basically sum up the story line of cage Tong. According to a large number of portraits and marble statues in the house before, Mr. Klaus should be an artist, while the woman in the portrait should be his dead wife. It is very possible to kill all the servants in his house and extract their brains to make special pigments To be able is to revive her.But There's a lot more to this copy that doesn't make sense.

How does the re coloring of the portrait relate to the resurrection of his wife? What about this reincarnation?

Mo Yi frowned, but he couldn't figure out how it was. Now it's just a simple guess and reasoning that doesn't work. It's better to take a look at the scene. He lifted the quilt and got out of the bed. After repeatedly assuring Wen Chen that he had completely recovered, he barely got Wenchen's suspicious approval. They walked out of the room one after another The gallery and the hall are empty. The remaining players should have finished their exploration and returned to their rooms.

Mo Yi was walking quickly towards the side hall on the first floor.

This time, he opened the side hall door in the same way as last week.

He pushed open the door of the side hall. The dark room was illuminated by the flashlight in his hand. The dark room was covered with white cloth furniture. It looked quiet and strange. The familiar portrait was quietly hanging in the dark. The white cloth on it was even lifted. The blurred face of the portrait gazed at Mo Yi in the shadow.

Mo Yi quickly took back his eyes, and then quickly walked to the deep of the room. He reached out and lifted the white cloth on the countless ridges in the dark. The mahogany furniture was revealed. Although it had become mottled with the passage of time, it was still thick and strong.

Instead of changing his expression, he walked quickly to the object next to it, which was covered with white cloth, and then lifted the white cloth over it - furniture.

Mo Yi starts to lift all the white cloth in the room one by one. Wen Chen also checks the things under the white cloth in the opposite direction according to his appearance. The breaking sound of the cloth pulling in the dark is particularly abrupt. The white cloth lifted one by one brings up countless small dust, which is flying in the air illuminated by the light. The cold room is filled with bad smell of decay and dust The smell.

Furniture, furniture, furniture

After not knowing how many white cloth under the furniture, Mo Yi stopped.

The white cloth he held between his fingers fell on the ground quietly. It looked like a white river flowing from his hands to the ground. In front of him was a heavy black coffin, standing quietly in front of the flashlight. The stale smell smelled disgusting in the dark, but Mo Yi's eyes lit up slightly.

After the first coffin was found, other coffins began to appear one by one.

Scattered dark coffins in the dark look can not help but feel a little hair.

It seems that the person behind this copy has already considered that the player may open the white cloth for inspection when arranging the side hall, so they hide these coffins in the deep part of the room, because there are so many things in the side hall, and few players will check what is under the white cloth one by one. After checking a part of the side hall, they will lose interest and be preoccupied I think everything else in the room is just furniture.

Mo Yi looked up at the dark coffin standing in front of him.

The lid of the coffin was slightly lifted up, revealing a dark gap. The dark and thin hand bones protruded from the dark gap. The skin on the top had peeled off, leaving only the dense bones. It seemed that the coffin was still being pulled outwards, trying to break free.

This is the housekeeper's coffin.

Although this proves the authenticity of what I see, but

The coffin is still intact, the lid has not been lifted, and it has never been moved. This shows that Mo Yi's actions on the surrounding scenes in the previous scene have not been extended to the later reality. So it is absolutely not Mo Yi who has gone back to the past What would that be?

Is it a memory that can be touched?

Just when Mo Yi couldn't figure it out, he heard the voice of Wen Chen coming from a distance behind him. He turned around and saw that Chen was looking down at a huge coffin in front of him. The dark and heavy wood was inlaid with thin gold wires.

Mrs. Claus's coffin!

Mo Yi's eyes brightened, and he put the white cloth in his hand on the furniture beside him. Then he walked quickly towards the direction where Wen Chen was. But before he got to Wen Chen's side, he could not help but feel a slight pause. His sight crossed the coffin and looked at the corner of the room.

I saw in that deep dark corner, quietly standing a fuzzy white shadow.

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