Chapter 146

As soon as the mechanical female voice fell, a fluorescent blue light lit up outside the tall carved window on the side.

The eyes of the newcomers were subconsciously attracted by them, and their faces became more pale and desperate - every scene and every detail at the moment reminded them that this was definitely not an ordinary prank show, and the development of things was far beyond their common sense.

The low sob sounded again, lingering in the luxurious and solemn hall, making people feel cold on their backs.

The veteran who pressed the cigarette butt to destroy the cigarette butts muttered in a low voice with impatient look: "...these newcomers will cry."

His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear it.

But the low whimper did not stop.

At this moment, a young girl walked out timidly from the shadow of the marble porch beside her, with unconcealed fear on her face:

"I...I started talking from that strange voice and stopped crying..."

Everyone couldn't help but feel creepy - who is crying now?

The low sob seemed to have no sign of stopping, and whimpered in his ears, as if it was coming from the gloomy corridor deep in the hall, and as if it was close to him, making people feel cold all over his body.

The veteran seemed to be startled, and he straightened his back and said loudly with some confidence:

"...Who is doing something? It's not funny at all!"

Another veteran who seemed quite calm stood up and raised his voice and said, "Can all players stand in the center of the hall?"

Everyone gathered towards the center of the hall, and Mo Yi and Wen Chen also took two symbolic steps forward with the abortion and walked into the crowd.

Mo Yi looked around the people gathered in front of the stairs quietly, and counted silently in his heart: There were twenty-three players in this dungeon, including Wen Chen.

Although there are many players this time, the dungeons will take a very long time, and newcomers will account for a considerable proportion - it seems that the dungeon is not very difficult this time.

Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes slightly to cover up the expression in his eyes.

Now all the players gathered in a small open space in front of the stairs, standing in front of each other in a glance, no one fell behind, and no one had tears on their faces, but the strange crying still surrounds the hall.

The newcomers' faces turned pale. The girl who had just made a sound was trembling slightly and stared at everyone with ignorance:

“……............ what happened?”

The crying came to an abrupt end.

There is only a blank silence left in the hall now, as if the invisible sound of wind could be heard passing through the gloomy corridor.

Everyone was chilling behind their backs, staring silently at the same pale faces of others. No one spoke, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing, as if even the sound of breathing was a burden.

At this moment, a cold voice rang behind him without warning: "Dear guests..."

Several newcomers screamed wildly: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Mo Yi paused and took a deep breath - he was not scared by the sound of making noise at the beginning, but the harsh screams of these newcomers scared him.

He stepped forward a few steps, crossed the figures of several other players, and looked in the direction where the sound came.

I saw a man appearing in the shadow of the hall without warning, as if his whole body had melted into the rich and dark darkness. His body was as thin as if he was just a shadow, with no expression on his face pale and unlucky face. He just stared at the crowd quietly, as if waiting for something.

Several other veterans have helped the scared newcomers down.

Everyone was watching the sudden appearance of the figure, and the atmosphere in the hall was tense and stagnant.

The thin man slowly stepped forward a few steps, and his complete figure finally appeared under the light.

He wore a dark black housekeeper uniform, both with the meticulous collar and the cuffs exposed from the black jacket were neat and white, and a thin gold chain shone on his chest and extended into the pocket of his shirt.

What makes people feel most uncomfortable is his face. His facial features have no characteristics, as if they can melt into every group of people. However, when this face is taken out alone, it gives people a strange sense of incongruity, as if they are staring at a puzzle that has been disrupted and reorganized.

He spoke—and still had that cold and polite tone:

"Dear guests, welcome to the wedding of Mr. De Klaus and Ms. De Klaus. I am the housekeeper of Klaus. I will be here to receive you in the next few days."

The housekeeper paused, and his dark and hollow eyes slowly circled around everyone:

"You must have received an invitation, please be sure to save it."

After saying that, he took out an ancient golden pocket watch from his shirt pocket, looked down and said:

"Now there are two minutes before ten o'clock in the morning. Lunch will be delivered to your room in half an hour. If you need anything, you can ring the bell and call the maid. You can visit the house at will before ten o'clock in the evening.

Is there any other problem for you?"

Everyone was still staring at him silently, and a new man asked timidly:

"Is that...our room the...wake up room?"

The housekeeper still maintained that polite smile, as if he was wearing a pale mask, and he replied without a pause:

"Yes, Miss."

After saying that, he bowed and applied force, and the arc of his movements was like a standard measurement:

"Since you have no problem, I'll take your leave first."

After saying that, the butler slowly took two steps back, quietly blending into the shadow of the marble porch again as if he was a Tathagata.

His figure soon disappeared completely in his sight, and everyone looked at each other and stared at the other players speechlessly.

The thick and deep sound of clocks broke the silence without warning, echoing in the spacious and luxurious hall, and knocked ten times locally - the butler just said that it was ten o'clock in the morning.

One of the senior players cleared their throats and said:

"That... since that's the case, everyone will team up separately and look for clues everywhere. How about it when you meet under the stairs at eleven o'clock?"

After a chaotic team, everyone moved separately in groups of three or three. The hall soon disappeared from the previous crowds and gradually became quiet.

Mo Yize and Wen Chen walked slowly around the hall.

He slowly walked to the end of the hall and saw the magnificent and magnificent doors tightly closed, with marble statues with symmetrical and plump limbs standing on both sides. The curved curves and sporty lines on their bodies looked pleasing to the eye.

Mo Yi tried to push the door without moving.

He didn't expect much, but just shrugged indifferently, then turned around and walked in other directions.

At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to hear some faint music...it seemed to be the sound of playing the piano.

He paused, stood there and listened intently - the gentle music came into his ears intermittently, as if it was a whisper in his lover's ear, but it was vague and distant, and the hearing was not very real.

For some reason, Mo Yi always felt that the sound of this tune seemed familiar. He slowly frowned and walked along the music to the corridor on the side of the hall.

The sound of the music becomes clearer as it gets closer, and the sound of the piano sounds seemingly very gloomy, playing it back and forth on a strange and weird tone, making the listener feel heavier.

The more you walk forward, the dimmer the candlelight in the corridor, and the air is filled with a cold and sweet fragrance.

At the end of the corridor is the side hall, with the main door half-closed, and the sound of the piano is clearly heard from the cracks in the door.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Wen Chen, reached out and pressed the cold door panel of the side hall, and then slowly applied force. The carved door of the side hall was carefully pushed open inward-

The piano sound suddenly stopped.

Mo Yi looked into the side hall along the open crack of the door, and saw that the room was pitch black, and he could only see some blurry outlines rising and falling in the darkness, and there was silence in his ears, and the sound of the piano could no longer be heard.

He took out a flashlight from his backpack, then pushed open the door of the side hall, and walked inward with Wen Chen.

The side hall was quiet and quiet, and the temperature seemed to be much higher than that on other rooms. The cold and cold air slowly invaded the gaps of the bones, making people feel goosebumps all over their body.

Mo Yi slowly moved the flashlight in his hand and slowly frowned.

——The scene in this room is completely different from that in the hall.

All the furniture in the side hall was covered with a thick layer of white cloth, which looked strange and solemn in the darkness.

Mo Yi slowly walked into the room, while Wen Chen followed him half a step behind him. The thick carpet under his feet absorbed their walking sounds completely. He shone the furniture covered in white cloth in the room with a flashlight, and could only see a blurry and stiff outline under the light.

He stopped in a corner of the side hall, slowly reached out and pulled a white cloth covered by a ridge of more than half a person, and then lifted it up with force.

A burst of dust rose and flew randomly under the light column of the flashlight.

A piano was revealed in front of Mo Yi's eyes, the piano lid was lifted, and the black and white piano keys were revealed under the light - the music just now should have come from here.

Mo Yi reached out and wiped it gently, and a thin layer of dust was instantly stained with the belly of his fingers.

He bent down and picked up the white cloth on the ground and covered the piano again.

Mo Yi's eyes wandered aimlessly in the side hall, as if searching for something.

At this moment, his eyes fell on the wall opposite the piano, and saw a huge picture frame hanging on the wall, almost covering the entire wall, and it was covered with white cloth like other things in the room.

Mo Yi frowned in confusion, turned his head and looked around the room.

Except for the huge picture frame in front of you, which was covered with white cloth, the oil paintings on other walls hung quietly on the wall like other ordinary decorations, and were all not covered.

Mo Yi walked forward quickly, reached out and grabbed a corner of the white cloth, and was about to lift it up with force—

Before he could move, a familiar voice came from behind him, which sounded cold and polite:
Chapter completed!