Chapter 153

Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked out. As soon as they walked into the corridor, they heard the thick and heavy bell ringing in their ears. The metal-like buzzing echoed in the air, and it rang continuously, and it knocked eleven times before it stopped.

And at this moment, the figures of the people in front suddenly stopped moving forward, as if the road ahead was suddenly blocked.

Mo Yi looked up at Wen Chen, and the two quickly exchanged glances, and then quickly walked towards the front of the team.

Through the crowd, a thin black shadow stood in the middle of the winding stairs downstairs, standing straight ahead of the crowd who were rushing downstairs like an invisible wall. The aura around him blocked the players' pace like an invisible wall.

A straight black uniform, a snow-white shirt exposed from the cuffs and neckline, and a pale face like a corpse.

The elusive butler stood in front of the stairs at some point, staring at everyone with his black eyes, and the pale face composed of uncomfortable facial features had no expression on it, making people shudder.

There seemed to be a faint vibration of the sound of bells remaining in the solemn and dead air.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe lightly.

The housekeeper slowly spoke, "Dear guests, it's time to rest. Tomorrow, Mr. De Klaus and his wife have prepared a wealth of activities for you, so please save your energy."

He slowly looked around the players in front of him with his eyes that looked like black holes, and added clearly: "Please stay in your room during rest time and don't walk around the house at will. I wish you a good dream."

After saying that, the butler gave a deep salute to the players who were silent, and then turned around and walked towards the darkness beside him. The thin figure was slowly swallowed by the rich darkness in the house, and even the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared.

The players looked at each other.

In the end, ** opened his mouth to break the deadlock: "Then... since that's the case, it's better to follow the npc's prompt. Everyone will go back to see the notes behind the oil paintings in their room tonight, and then communicate with the remaining clues after the rest time is over tomorrow morning."

Everyone nodded and agreed.

The players gathered on the stairs slowly dispersed and walked towards their own rooms.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen also walked down the stairs and returned to their room along the corridor.

The door closed behind him, and the bright lights in the room separated the independent space from the deep corridor. Since Wen Chen was not a formal player in the dungeon, he naturally did not have his own room, so it was obvious that the two of them had to share the only bed in the room tonight.

After simply washing up, Mo Yi threw his body onto the soft velvet bed, feeling that the fatigue he had experienced throughout the day was truthfully reflected on the tight muscles on his shoulders and neck. At this moment, he was feeling a slight ache as he deliberately relaxed.

He reached out and pressed his eyebrows, and his pale face was covered with a little fatigue.

Wen Chen walked to the other side of the bed, reached out and turned off the light at the head of the bed, and the room was instantly covered by darkness.

Mo Yi only heard a rustling sound from his ears, and then he felt a weight of the bed beside him - a soft velvet mattress magnified every movement on the bed to the maximum, and then passed it over clearly.

Wen Chen's voice sounded in the dark, and the low voice seemed to cause a faint vibration in the air:

"Good night."

Mo Yi replied softly: "Good night."

He opened his eyes and had a blurred ceiling above his head. For some reason, after the darkness came, sleepiness and sleepiness disappeared without a trace with the light, replaced by the excessive excitement of the nerves - perhaps the overturned routine before entering the copy finally began its long-planned backlash and revenge. An excessive awakening occupied Mo Yi's mind, making him recall everything and every detail that happened in the copy today, like being forced to open his eyes and stare at a slow-playing movie.

A slight white noise filled the eardrums. Mo Yi was familiar with the flow of his body, and he knew that he was afraid he would not be able to sleep tonight.

He adjusted his breathing and tried his best to create the illusion of falling asleep.

Immediately afterwards, in the darkness, Mo Yi heard the subtle sound of the sheets being wrinkled and rubbed beside him. Then, he felt something pressing on his eyes—

A cold and dry palm covered his face gently with an undeniable softness.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, blinked slowly, and the hardness caused by eyelashes passing through the other person's palm was vividly amplified by the darkness.

The palm trembled slightly with his movements. His fingertips resting on his temples gently stroked his skin. Wen Chen's voice reached his ears, and his voice was slightly hoarse:

"Close your eyes."

Mo Yi subconsciously closed his eyes, and the palm pressed on his face moved away. The bed beside him made a clear squeak under pressure, and the sides of both sides sank slightly. Then something cold and soft pressed on his eyelids, and a gentle breath sprayed on his forehead, bringing a slight wetness.

He opened his eyes and opened his lips a little, but no sound came out - in fact, Mo Yi was not very clear about what he wanted to say, but just quietly stared at the blurry outline of Wen Chen's close in the darkness.

I heard Wen Chen say on top of his head: "This is not good night."

What he said was irrelevant, but for some reason Mo Yi knew his complete subtext clearly - sleeping with eyes open cannot be called good night.

Mo Yi smiled softly, raised his hand to press the back of Wen Chen's neck, took him in his direction, and then raised his head hastily in the darkness, and kissed him loudly on his forehead:

"Thank you."

Perhaps it was the fermenting darkness at work, or perhaps it was the effect of Wen Chen's interruption, and the white noise disappeared, and Mo Yi quickly fell asleep.

Until the knock on the door woke him up from his sleep.

Mo Yi quickly broke free from sleep, and his nerves recovered from tension and clarity as quickly as possible. He raised his wrist and looked at his wrist. According to the time of this copy, it should be 7:30 now.

A gentle knock on the door sounded again.

Mo Yi got up from the bed, walked to the door and opened the door. He saw an exquisite and small silver basin on the ground, with steaming water emitting inside, and a towel next to the basin, as if it was prepared for washing up. He put the small basin into the house and placed it on the small table.

He soaked his hands in hot water and simply washed them, but he felt that the warm water in his hands seemed to be a little wrong...

The sticky and smooth feeling passes through the fingers, giving people a strange feeling of disgust—

Mo Yi looked down at the small basin. The water in the basin of his fingertips turned brightly dark red. The rich and fishy rust smell mixed with the cold and sweet fragrance spreading... slowly rolling like being alive...

He was startled and subconsciously pulled his palm out of the basin, took a few steps back, and widened the distance from the basin of blood.

Wen Chen's voice came from behind: "What's wrong?"

Mo Yi was so excited that he was shouting, and then he looked down at his hands: the wet and covered with water, and there was a shiny light in the light. He looked up at the silver basin, and saw that the bright blood red that he had seen inside had completely disappeared at this time, leaving only the transparent water splashes stirred by his excessive movements.

……red.

Mo Yi seemed to have thought of something, his eyes slightly sunk.

He wiped his hands on the towel hanging by the basin, then quickly walked to the oil painting at the door and looked at it carefully.

The thin blood band on the woman's neck painted on it had become nearly the thickness of a finger, and was deeply engraved on her slender neck. Large pieces of blood were mixed with the dark red sheets under her snow-white and naked body, but this time the traces of blood were so heavy that they could be seen without discerning, and there was a dripping light under the light.

Wen Chen had already walked to his side at this moment, looked at the oil painting along Mo Yi's gaze, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Mo Yi curled his lips, but there was no smile on his face, and he said softly:

"Yesterday was black, and it seems that today's victim should be red."

At this moment, there was another knock on the door. Wen Chen walked over and opened the door. He saw a small tray on the ground, which was the same as last time, with exquisite plates on it, covered with silver covers - exactly the same as the process of lunch yesterday.

Wen Chen picked up the tray and walked to Mo Yi, but saw that Mo Yi's attention seemed to be attracted by something. His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he stared at the oil painting intently. The dark eyes were lit up in the depths of his dark eyes - this was a sign when he discovered something.

So Wen Chen just quietly put down the tray and stood by him patiently waiting.

Mo Yi slowly reached out his hand, thoughtfully touched the thick and dark frame of the oil painting, and then looked up suddenly:

"Come with me."

After saying that, Mo Yi hurriedly opened the door and ran out with great strides, and Wen Chen followed closely behind.

The others had not left the room yet, and the corridor was quiet as if it was still settled in the middle of the night. Mo Yi walked through the curving stairs and narrow corridors of the house, quickly passed through the grand and bright hall on the first floor, and then quickly walked towards the side hall.

His eyes were bright and his breathing was a little rapid. He could almost hear his heart beating nervously in his chest.

Picture frame.

Mo Yi only saw four of the oil paintings in the entire house framed by dark wood wrapped around golden lines.

Two were hung in the house of the deceased, and one was hung in his own room.

In addition, there is also a picture frame with the same.

——The portrait in the side hall.

Wen Chen took a few steps forward, reached out to remove the lock hanging on the side hall door, and the two of them pushed the door and walked into the room.

The cold air spread, causing a layer of goose bumps to Mo Yi's exposed skin. He took a deep breath, stepped forward slowly, reached out and pulled off the white cloth covered by the oil painting hanging on the wall.

The black wood frame wrapped in golden silk was revealed - followed by the old and cracked oil painting -

Mo Yi's heart shrank, as if he was tightly squeezed by an invisible hand.

I saw that the paint on the figure in the painting was dry and dry, except...

Her dark eyes and ebony-like dark hair were as bright and moist as just colored, and fell on her waist like a waterfall, flashing charming light in the glimmer of light.

The two bright black eyes were embedded on the blurred face, staring at Mo Yi standing in front of the painting.
Chapter completed!