Chapter 157

The bell stopped, only the deep lingering sound was still echoing in the empty house, and there was a dead silence in the dim side hall.

Everyone stood in silent confrontation, the atmosphere was tense and stalemate, and the cold air as cold as a cellar seemed to be tightened to the extreme, making people unable to help but hold their breath subconsciously.

At this moment, the sound of the sole of the shoe rubbing against the smooth ground broke the silence - Mo Yi looked over and saw Li Wangzheng's movements stiffly squeezed from the end of the crowd to the front, his face not very clearly in the dim light. He stared at the portrait behind Mo Yi, and his voice seemed loud and harsh because he was too nervous, and he said in a turbulent manner:

"Anyway, everything is the trick of this painting, right?"

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart - he remembered that the color implied in Li Wang's note was also white...

And the next victim is likely to be generated in white.

Li Wang spoke faster and faster, and he became more and more excited as he spoke, so he had to stop and take a deep breath before he could continue speaking.

I saw him walking back and forth in the open space a little irritably, snatching his fingers nervously, and then, he shouted vigorously as if he had exploded:

"Anyway, I won't sit still and wait, waiting to be killed by fucking unknown—"

He took a few steps closer and stared at the strange faded oil painting with a little paranoid appearance. His eyes were covered with a layer of bright red blood, and his pupils were physiologically enlarged slightly due to fear, which looked particularly unstable.

Li Wang turned his head and looked at everyone, his voice rising uncontrollably: "Anyway, it's all this painting that's the trick! Then why not destroy this painting!"

When Mo Yi heard this Li Wang, he had no idea what he had made of his brain, and he couldn't help but frown.

They have not yet figured out the rules of this copy at all, and they do not know what immeasurable results will appear if they attack this painting. They will directly attack this thing that looks like a key clue in the copy at first glance - it is really unwise.

He said lightly, "Don't be excited."

Li Wang looked at him after hearing this, and his face dominated by emotions turned red - but he seemed to remember the hardship he suffered at Mo Yi last night. He shrank and avoided his sight, and then forced himself to say:

"I'm not excited... Others think so too! All the problems lie in this painting-"

Mo Yi's after seeing a trace of secret malice flashing across **'s face, he couldn't help but be stunned. The next second, he heard **'s voice ringing in the empty room: "I think you're right."

When Li Wang heard someone support, he felt even more arrogant and uncontrollably raised his anger, and his original guilt disappeared from his face.

**The voice added gloomy: "Anyway, the oil paintings in our own room cannot be processed, so why not try to destroy this oil painting."

Some other players nodded in agreement. Mo Yi swept around without a trace and found that most of the players who nodded were those who got the white notes.

He shrugged calmly and said lightly:

"Oh well."

** was stunned and looked at Mo Yi in surprise. Obviously, he didn't expect that he would be so easily convinced.

A layer of joy that was not easy to detect was dyed with the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. He turned his head and instructed other players to go to the room outside to find a weapon that could cut the canvas. He and two other male players stepped forward and took the painting off the wall with difficulty.

Mo Yi took a few steps back, stood aside with his arms in his arms, and watched them indifferently.

Wen Chen stood beside him, raised his eyebrows slightly with a slightly congested face, and his light eyes were filled with a cold light that could not be ignored. He asked softly: "Don't I need to do anything?"

Mo Yi shook his head, his dark eyes shone with a glimmer of light in the darkness, and his voice was cold: "No need."

Although only ** and Li Wang are causing trouble at the moment, they are definitely not the only ones who have such a mentality.

Those who echoed ** and Li Wang were all players in despair. They knew that they were likely to be the next victim. They were like people who were blindfolded and driven to the cliff, helpless and panicked, not knowing when the sword of Damocles hung above their heads would fall. This emotion is depressing, unstable, restless, and extremely dangerous. In order to maintain the number of players in the remaining days of this dungeon, it is unwise to have sex with the crowd now.

Rather than suppressing it, it is better to vent.

In addition, Mo Yi had seen what would happen if the oil paintings in the room were destroyed before, so Mo Yi was skeptical about whether they could really destroy this oil painting so easily.

Even if the worst situation really happens - the oil painting is ruined and the boss in the copy is angered, Mo Yi has the confidence to escape unscathed.

Mo Yi looked at the busy people coldly, with an unconcealed look indifferent in his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to have seen something in his afterglow - something seemed to be moving in the darkness in the corner of the wall.

Mo Yi was slightly stunned and looked at it intently, only capturing the blurry shadows that were disappearing in the shadows, which only brought about some fluctuations in the cold and dark air. It almost disappeared without traces in the blink of an eye, almost making Mo Yi think that he was just dazzled.

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, and finally turned his head to look at the busy and enthusiastic people - ** and the other two players had moved the oil painting from the wall and spread it flat on the ground. Other players were trying to remove the canvas from the heavy black frame, and no one noticed their unusual movements.

Mo Yi turned around and walked towards the disappearing shadow in the room, and Wen Chen followed closely behind.

The two disappeared silently from the crowd's attention.

Mo Yi barely moved forward in the blurred light, and the white cloth furniture was blocked in front of him, turning the road in front of him almost into a chaotic and distorted maze, but he also successfully covered the figures of the two without any trace.

The side hall is much larger than Mo Yi imagined.

He walked through the irregular narrow gap between furniture with some difficulty, with the smell of dust raised at the end of his nose. The more he moved forward, the lower the temperature, and the biting coldness was like a cellar.

Finally, Mo Yi came to the end, and he turned his head and looked at it-now there was no other player at all, and he could only vaguely hear their voices.

He took out the flashlight he had been carrying with him and searched carefully at the end of the room.

This part in front of you is no different from the other exposed corners in the side hall. The ground is covered with soft and heavy carpets. In the corners where the three walls meet, the marble bust is lifted up with smooth muscle arms, and the wall is hollowed out and decorated with rich decorations.

There are fine-textured blankets hanging on the walls. Although the color looks a bit distorted under the light of the flashlight, it can still be seen as its magnificent and magnificent appearance without being covered with dust.

Mo Yi stroked his fingers across the surface of the blanket, and the dust flew under the light with his movements—

He stopped slowly, frowned, and his fingers carefully fumbled through the irregular bulge under the blanket.

Mo Yi grabbed one side of the blanket and lifted the blanket hanging on the wall with force.

More dust was raised, jumping in the dark space like carnival, and Mo Yi coughed softly.

He waved his hand and waved away the dust blocking his eyes. He saw a tightly closed door panel appear on the wall covered by the blanket. The outline of the edges and the texture of the wall cleverly merged together, and it would be difficult to detect if you didn't even look carefully.

Mo Yi tried to gently push the door panel in front of him with his fingertips, and a rough sound of friction sounded in the silence. The door in front of him slowly cut a small gap, and cold and dry air was sent from the dark crack.

The familiar, cold and sweet fragrance emanated from the crack of the door like a physical body, which made Mo Yi unable to help but hold his breath slightly.

He used a little force, and he pushed the door in front of him open a road that could only accommodate one person, and then he felt extremely moved as if he was stuck.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen exchanged a look, and then walked into the room first.

However, just as he stepped into the darkness, he heard a bang from behind.

The door was closed tightly.

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows very unexpectedly, then turned his head to the closed door in the darkness behind him, and tried to call the name of the Shrine Chen a few times - no one answered, as if there was not a thin door panel between them, but a whole dimension.

However, ordinary doors could not block Wen Chen behind.

Mo Yi accepted the reality without any obstacles. He took a deep breath, held the cold flashlight in his hand tightly, and then walked slowly forward along the dark and narrow corridor in front of him.

At the end of the corridor is another door.

Mo Yi stretched out his hand and pushed the door open without any obstacles. The cold and sweet fragrance seemed to be a little more intense, and a bright room was revealed in front of his eyes.

This is very obvious to the ladies' boudoir—the exquisite dressing table, lush gauze curtains, tall and heavy wardrobe, and the soft and gorgeous feather bed in the center of the room.

At the other end of the room, there was a tightly closed door, which looked almost exactly the same as the door Mo Yi had just pushed open.

Mo Yi walked slowly into the room and stopped in front of the dressing table.

There were messy letters piled up on the dressing table, and he lowered his head and flipped through them casually - the dark patterns printed on the letter paper on it was obviously the family emblem of the Klaus family - the eagle spreading its wings was a long sword wrapped in lily vines, and there was also a silver pattern in the middle.

Mo Yi frowned - no matter how you look at it, this gorgeous symbol cannot be twisted into the vague circular pattern he saw elsewhere. So... Since this is the family emblem of the Klaus family, what is the circular pattern? Why do it appear in so many key places?

He frowned and put down the letter paper in his hand. When he was about to look for other clues, his movements paused slightly.
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