Chapter 152

The black is all the same, what about the other two colors?

Moreover, the most important question now is, is such a painting only available in the players' rooms that were selected as the first victims by this copy? Or are there all rooms?

If it is the first case, Mo Yi now knows that the oil paintings in his room represent red, then there will definitely be oil paintings in another room represent white, and the victims will be selected among the two of them. If it is the second case, then there are three types of oil paintings, rather than three separate paintings, and the next target of the copy will be more difficult to estimate.

Mo Yi stared at the messy still life on the oil painting, frowned.

He turned and walked towards the big bed where the corpse was lying quietly, then lowered his head and observed carefully, looking for any clues he might have missed before—

And at this moment, Mo Yi seemed to notice something, and his eyes stayed on the upper body of the corpse for a long time.

The body was wearing a snow-white nightgown.

You know, this dead player is a newcomer, so she will never be able to bring a nightgown that she can change at night into the dungeon. Even if the nightgown that can be changed at night is prepared in the room, few people are so eager to wear it directly - after all, this is in the crisis-ridden dungeon.

Then, it is very likely that this nightgown was replaced after she died.

Mo Yi reached out and touched the nightgown wearing the body. The silk-like texture flowed through his fingertips. The patterns on the edges of the nightgown were exquisite and gorgeous, and it was obviously expensive.

He carefully observed the fabric on the corner of the skirt under the light.

I saw the snow-white silk surface flashing with a faint glimmer as his movements changed. It seemed that there was a circular pattern embroidered on it, as if... it was the pattern of the family emblem behind the invitation letter.

Mo Yi put down a corner of his nightgown, and a thoughtful look flashed in his dark eyes.

He raised his head and looked for something in the room-

Since the player is wearing a nightgown that does not belong to her now, where has her own clothes gone?

Just as Mo Yi began to search through the boxes and cabinets in the room, a scream suddenly came from a distance.

The sound was weakened by the deep and silent corridors in the ancient house, and passed through the heavy and ancient walls to his ears, sounding like a sharp scream of a distant dream.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, exchanged a look with Wen Chen, who was standing not far behind him, and then turned around and ran outward.

——The sound seemed to be coming from the upstairs.

The two of them ran in the direction of the sound. After just running up the stairs, they saw several players gathering around the door of a large open room, protruding their heads and looking into the room.

A faint smell of blood lingers at the nose.

Mo Yi slowed down and walked slowly to the door of the room. His eyes passed through the player standing in front of him and looked into the room.

The luxurious and luxurious decorations in the room seemed to be stained with an ominous layer of death. The cold temperature in the room spreads out along the open door, causing goose bumps to be raised in the skin that was exposed.

From this angle, you can see a human-shaped outline on the big bed in the middle of the house.

Mo Yi distracted himself and listened carefully to the intermittent descriptions of the new man who found the corpse beside him, sorting out the happenings in his heart.

This player did not go to watch with other players when he discovered the first corpse just now. Because she was too timid, after hearing the noisy sound, she just stopped hesitantly when she walked to the door. She dared to stay near the door panel and listened to the sound outside the door until the noise dissipated.

And just then, through the crack of the door, she smelled the smell of blood. When she pushed open the door tremblingly and peeked, she found that the door of the room opposite was open, and she plucked up to look... and found that the person in the room was dead.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked behind him-indeed, these two rooms happened to be opposite the door.

He no longer focused on listening to the newcomer's incoherent description due to whimpering, but instead separated the crowd and walked to the bedside, lowered his head and observed the body carefully.

The body was a male corpse, which was basically the same as the previous one. She also wore a snow-white silk nightgown. The skin exposed from the nightgown was wrinkled and charred, and it was almost impossible to see its original appearance. The bed beneath was stained with blood and dark, emitting a strong smell of blood.

Mo Yi reached out and touched the surface of the bed - the touch was a little dry and hard, and the layer of blood on it was obviously solidified.

There is a high probability that the death time of the previous corpse is the same.

Mo Yi bent down and pulled up a corner of his nightgown, changing the angle slightly under the light - the silver-white round dark patterns appeared and disappeared.

He put down the fabric in his hand, then turned around and walked quickly to the entrance of the room, and looked at the oil painting hanging on the wall of the room. He saw that there was a dark ocean in the storm. The black and dark blue were dancing violently in the lightning and thunder. Every stroke was delicate and dynamic, which almost allowed the viewer to smell the cold, salty and wet moisture in the ocean.

Mo Yi reached out and touched the canvas, then looked at his fingertips, and a trace of black wet marks touched his fingertips.

His eyes became solemn.

At this moment, another noise of human voice came into my ears. Mo Yi turned his head and looked at it. He saw another wave of players also found the scene and surrounded him like a swarm - and ** and Li Wang were on the list.

Mo Yi's eyes were calm, his eyes flashed coldly across the person who came, and then he withdrew his gaze without changing his expression.

The reactions of those who watched the past were far less calm than Mo Yi. The ** gaze paused on Mo Yi, and then quickly moved back his gaze awkwardly. Li Wang, who was walking at the end of the crowd, held his still swollen fingers with pale face, and his eyes were dodging and did not dare to look directly at Mo Yi, but occasionally glanced out of vicious and disgusting at angles that could not be seen.

Wen Chen stood beside Mo Yi, his cold and hard eyes were covered with shadows, like a silent and extremely strong presence shadow. He stared at the scene in front of him, narrowed his eyes coldly, and his aura became dangerous and gloomy, as if it was a sharp blade that could be unsheathed in the next second.

Mo Yi didn't look at him, but just reached out and gently pressed Wen Chen's cold back.

The warm and dry palms fit with the cold skin, and you can almost feel the ups and downs and touch of the lines in the warm palms.

Wen Chen was slightly stunned. The skin tightly stretched on his cheekbones and the muscles on his facial contour seemed to soften instantly. The gloom that enveloped his body was diluted. He lowered his eyes and turned back to the silent shadow.

But the fingers that were quietly hanging beside him grabbed Mo Yi's hand that was about to pull away with his back hand. The cold and slender fingers inserted into Mo Yi's fingers, and then clamped them tightly on the back of his hand. The gap between the palms and palms was filled with fullness. Every trace of pattern and the ups and downs of the muscles were bitten together like gears.

Mo Yi made a profit, but he didn't get away, so he just let him go.

Anyway, even the counter is out now, it is too late to set aside in front of everyone.

——Mo Yi's face was calm and quiet, and he thought to himself with a broken can.

**After chatting with the newcomer who was still crying, he walked to the bed and carefully observed the body on the bed, frowned in confusion and pondering.

Mo Yi suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at the oil painting behind him, and used his empty hand to skillfully explore behind the frame for a while without any concealment - the familiar note fell into his palm, wrinkled and covered in dust.

Everyone standing beside him was shocked by his sudden movements and couldn't help but focus their attention on Mo Yi.

Mo Yi lowered his head and glanced at the note. He was already familiar with the handwriting on it and found the above poem without much effort:

"I want to bury my intoxicated head in this sea with the black ocean that is surrounded by the sea."

Sure enough - "black".

** also noticed Mo Yi's movements, and rushed over eagerly, then hesitated to stop a few steps away, as if considering what he wanted to say.

Mo Yi was too lazy to argue with him, so he folded the note roughly and threw it to **.

**I didn't expect his sudden action at all. Before he could say anything, he stuck in his throat. He just rushed to reach out and grabbed the slowly falling note, and his face looked a little embarrassed for a moment.

Mo Yi leaned the center of gravity of his body on Wen Chen's shoulder and said lightly:

"You all go back and see the notes hidden behind the oil paintings in your room. The copy should be based on this."

He thought about it and added: "At least it seems like this from now on."

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on their backs, staring at Mo Yi like they were looking at a monster.

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows and said:

"So...why are you watching me now?"

Everyone was shocked and understood immediately, and then ran to their room with fear.

**You hesitated on the spot for a while, and then whispered to Mo Yi: "That... thank you for your clue, what happened before..."

Mo Yi curled the corners of his lips: "It's okay, don't take it to heart."

** nodded at him in a hurry, and then followed the figures of other players to run out the door. The anxious look that he had tried his best to hide just now floated on his cheeks, and hurriedly ran to see the death note hidden behind the oil painting in his room.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen were soon left in the room.

Wen Chen turned his head to look at Mo Yi, frowned in confusion, breaking the silence: "I think you are not going to tell them?"

The faint smile on Mo Yi's face disappeared like the ice layer under the sun, leaving only the unfathomable as calm as the deep sea. He nodded:

"Yes, but... the situation is different now."

Now the appearance of the second dead proves his second conjecture - this kind of oil painting like a death preview is not only three, but many, but three-color sketches only have three colors, so the distribution and number of each color are uncertain. Instead of exploring one room at a time, it is better to let the players move themselves and wait for the clues to come to their door.

After all... When players find that they cannot interpret the content behind the note, they will naturally seek his help.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes quietly fell at the place where darkness and light converged at the door, with a peaceful and indifferent face.

In addition... According to the progress of other players now, most of them will die before finding the rules of killing a dungeon, which is very unfavorable to the development of this dungeon in the future.

The wedding will be held in two days, but the copy stipulates that the survival time is much longer than that.

And this incident always made Mo Yi feel a little uneasy.
Chapter completed!