Chapter 148

At 2:40 pm, the door of the room was knocked.

Mo Yi walked up to open the door. A pale and stiff-faced maid was standing outside the door. She had black eyes as empty as the butler and an equally distant and polite tone. She bowed deeply and said:

"Dear guest, afternoon tea is ready, please come with me."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the depths of the corridor. Mo Yi and Wen Chen quickly exchanged glances, and then followed.

The maid led the way in front without any hurry and kept a five-step distance from the two.

After walking through several deep and long corridors, I turned over countless corners decorated with marble portraits, and went up several narrow, wide, straight or curved stairs. After a while, the maid finally stopped, opened the door of the hall in front of her, then turned her sideways and bowed slightly:

"please."

The soft light in the room flowed out from the open door, and Mo Yi and Wen Chen stepped forward a few steps and stepped into it.

This is a very exquisite small hall. The warm green wallpaper makes the room look bright and vibrant. The soft sofa chairs with embroidered patterns are scattered in the room. The rose incense in the room is mixed with the slightly astringent fragrance of tea and the rich sweet fragrance of refreshments. There are already several players in the room, and they seem to have just arrived.

Several other doors in the hall opened, and the remaining players entered one after another and sat on the sofa chairs.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked forward, picked up a shadow close to the corner, and sat down at the full view of the room.

The pale butler walked in from the side door and said with his dark shadow-like gloom:

"I hope you can enjoy this afternoon."

After saying that, several maids carrying porcelain plates came forward, brought the hot black tea and sweet tea, quietly arranged the exquisite food on the small table in front of everyone, and then quietly retreated to a corner of the room with the same silence.

The female veteran sitting near the door - Mo Yi remembered that her name was Wang Ya - called the housekeeper and asked:

"When will the de Klaus couple arrive?"

The housekeeper turned his head and looked at her with the dark eyes on her pale face. The corner of his straight mouth slowly raised a polite curve: "I'm very sorry, the gentleman and his wife have some chores to deal with, and they can't be present for the time being. They hope that I will convey their apology and hope to see you at dinner today."

The housekeeper moved his eyes, turned to look at the other players in the room, and continued:

"If you're bored, ladies can find picture books and other gadgets in the room on the left, and men can find cigars and whiskey in the room on the right."

After saying that, he bowed deeply again, then retreated to the side, leaving only the players left in the room to look at each other.

One of the players suggested: "Then... since that's the case, why don't you look for clues in these rooms first?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and then stood up one after another, the low voices of talking and searching for things were absorbed by the overlapping curtains. Mo Yi could only hear some low whispers. He stood up and turned around casually in several rooms - the rooms were huge, each of which was so luxurious and refined that it was eye-opening, and filled with all possible pastimes for European nobles during afternoon tea time.

Mo Yi just glanced at it quickly, then walked straight to the door of the room, reached out to the door handle.

A gloomy voice rang beside him, his voice distant and polite: "Dear guest, do you have any need?"

Mo Yi paused and turned his head to look aside. He saw the butler's pale and stiff face staring at him not far away.

He replied quietly, "It's nothing, I'm just a little bored, I just want to go out and take a walk."

The butler slowly stepped forward, and his eyes slightly moved behind Mo Yi:

"But your tea hasn't been finished yet."

Mo Yi slowly narrowed his eyes, his voice calm and gentle: "I don't have much interest in refreshments."

The expression on the butler's face still did not change. He stared at Mo Yi with his empty black eyes, and his blood-colored lips maintained the standard curve of courtesy: "But my master told me to take good care of you..."

While showing an expression of attention and listening, Mo Yi secretly pressed down the door handle under his palm—

It was as if it was welded to death by steel.

Mo Yi knew that he had no chance of going out.

The butler's voice came to his ears: "...so, why not let the maid change you a cup of tea? If you have any favorite refreshments, you can also ask the kitchen to make it fresh, what do you think?"

Mo Yi withdrew his hand without a trace and nodded gently: "Okay."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Wen Chen behind him. Mo Yi shook his head slightly, then moved his eyes away and walked towards his seat.

Mo Yi reached out and picked up the brand new tea cup that had just been replaced, lowered his eyes and took a sip. The warm and fragrant black tea smell instantly spread in his mouth, but his heart became heavier.

Everything was too normal and harmless, but this made Mo Yi feel uneasy.

Moreover, from the beginning, this dungeon forced them to follow its rhythm and time, which made Mo Yi not find any useful clues even though he had been in the dungeon for a long time.

In addition, since just now... there is a problem that has always troubled Mo Yi:

Since the wedding will be held three days later and the copy requires nine days of survival, what about the remaining six days?

Mo Yi put down the teacup and sighed deeply - no matter what, he is now trapped here.

When the bell rang five times, the refreshments in the room had been removed for a long time and the tea had been changed for several rounds. The butler walked up to him and said to the players in the room:

"Dinner is ready, please move."

After saying that, the butler turned around and easily twisted the door that Mo Yi could not open no matter how hard he did, and then walked out.

Everyone followed him and walked forward. The corridor was long and quiet. The soft and thick carpet was laid under his feet. The candles on the silver long-handled candlestick beside him made a slight explosion, and a few bright flames were flickering and jumping.

Mo Yi originally tried to find an opportunity to slip away on the road, but the maids who led the way followed everyone step by step, staring at the players with dark and empty eyes on the pale face. Before Mo Yi could figure out how to get rid of them, the team in front of him stopped.

——The restaurant is much closer than Mo Yi imagined.

He saw the butler sideways and open the restaurant door. The brilliant lights and gentle music come to his face. Mo Yi follows the flow of people and is about to enter the hall.

At this moment, he heard Wen Chen whisper in his ear: "Do you want to leave?"

Mo Yi nodded subconsciously. Then, before he could react, he felt his arm being pulled by a force, and then he fell to the wall unexpectedly. His back was tightly pressed against the cold and hard wall of the corridor, and his protruding bones hurt.

Mo Yi looked at Wen Chen with a big stance, and his tall figure blocked the light behind him. His deep facial features were divided into clear areas by light and shadow, and his light-colored eyes looked sharp and bright under the backlight.

Before he could recover, the other person's face quickly magnified in front of his eyes, and then something soft pressed on his lips.

The sweet and fragrant incense in the corridor was instantly replaced by the cold and cold pine forest.

Mo Yi was stunned and subconsciously reached out and pressed Wen Chen's arm. The skin under his palm was cold and soft, and the undulating texture was full of strength. Only then did he realize what Wen Chen was doing.

His eyes turned slightly behind Wen Chen - he saw other players passing by the two of them as if they were blindly watching, and the stiff and pale faces of the maids showed no sign of turning towards this side.

After everyone walked into the hall, the butler stood there and slowly looked around the corridor with his empty eyes like two stagnant black dots. The other party's gaze moved to the two of them - Mo Yi's heart couldn't help but lift it slightly - the next second, the butler took a step back slightly, then spread his arms to close the restaurant door.

The bright lights and melodious music were locked in the door, and the corridor suddenly became silent again.

Mo Yi's gaze moved slightly, and he met Wen Chen's gaze again. He stared at the other party's dark gray eyes, and his palms exerted a little force.

Wen Chen took a step back and opened the space between the two.

Mo Yi took a long breath, raised his eyes with lingering fear and looked at the restaurant's door that had been closed, and then turned to look at Wen Chen:

“…thank you.”

Wen Chen looked at him and said, "You are not alone."

Mo Yi was stunned: "...what?"

Wen Chen stared at Mo Yi's dark eyes tightly and whispered: "You are not alone, you don't need to handle everything yourself, and solve all the puzzles yourself. I know that in most cases you don't need my help, but... sometimes, you can rely on me a little."

Mo Yi pursed his lips.

Wen Chen paused, his voice low and heavy: "...you still have me."

After saying that, his eyes looked elsewhere and quickly changed the subject and said, "By the way, where are you trying to leave?"

Mo Yi looked at him deeply and said, "It was the house covered in white cloth before. The butler drove me out of the inside so anxiously. There must be something wrong with it."

After saying that, the two turned around and walked out, walked through the corridor and the stairs, and walked straight to the side hall connected to the first-floor lobby.

Ten minutes later, they finally stepped into the deep and dim corridor again, and then stood at the door of the side hall.

A small, delicate lock has been hung on the door of the side hall, and a glimmer of light is flashing under the dim light.

Mo Yi took a step forward and subconsciously exploring his backpack, but his movements stopped in the middle. He lowered his eyes and pondered for a second, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen:

"Can you open it?"

Wen Chen's lips curled up a small curve, took a step forward, reached out and gently brushed the lock. With a "click" sound, the small lock fell into his palm.

The door of the side hall slowly opened in front of Mo Yi, and a scent that seemed like the coldness in the stone coffin instantly poured out. The blurred outlines of white cloth, like corpses, were rising and falling in the cold and dark room, looking lifeless and frightening.

There was silence in my ears.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked around, and after confirming that there were no other figures nearby, he turned on the flashlight and walked into the room.
Chapter completed!