Chapter 159

The room was silent, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the butler standing at the door. The cold air was solemn and stalemate, as if it was as hard as sticky as glue, and no one spoke, and it seemed as if he could hear the sound of wind flowing in the room.

The corridor outside the room was dimly lit, and the butler's face was not very clear. Only a pair of black eyes were seen staring at the players in the room without emotion on his pale face, which made people feel chill.

Mo Yi still remembered that the last time he saw him in this room, before he even had time to peel off the white cloth covered with oil painting, the butler directly asked him out of the room. This time, all the players gathered in the room and even tried to destroy the oil painting. Now he was very curious about the butler's reaction when he saw the situation in front of him.

The butler's eyes slowly looked around the room, and his eyes were deep and pitch black like two black holes.

His pale facial muscles didn't move at all, and he looked calm as if the mess in front of him had never happened before him. He only heard the housekeeper say in a cold and gentle voice that was exactly the same as before:

"Dear guests, please go back to your rooms to make your clothes. The dinner will be held in an hour and a half."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a thick bell ringing outside the corridor: It was three o'clock in the afternoon.

After saying that, the butler gave a deep salute to the players standing in the room, then turned around and walked into the corridor. Before the darkness swallowed his thin figure, Yixun Mo quickly took a step forward and called him:

"etc."

The butler paused as he left, slowly turned around, revealing half of the pale face with stiff lines.

Mo Yi frowned slightly, and his dark eyes stared at the butler's figure tightly, with a faint light lit up in his eyes: "Carry out your clothes?"

Yesterday’s dinner did not require a dressing. Is this time different from the last time?

And... if there are dressing requirements for this dinner, players will definitely not bring evening dresses into the dungeon. So will this dungeon be prepared for them?

The housekeeper replied in the same tone: "Yes, but don't worry, your dresses have been sent to the room."

——It seems that this copy was prepared for them.

Mo Yi did not give up, but slowly took a step forward, narrowing the distance between him and the butler, and continued to ask down calmly and calmly:

"Since this dinner is so formal, we should be able to meet Mr. De Klaus and Mrs. De Klaus during the supper period, right?"

The butler turned his pale face to him, and his black eyes looked straight at him through the dim room, his voice calmly: "Of course, you are distinguished guests."

Mo Yi looked at the thin body of the butler in front of him with dark eyes, and did not miss the traces of slight changes in his face. But the butler's face was still calm like a cold stone. At this moment, a strange sound sounded at the other end of the room. In the quiet room, it sounded a little anxious and loud:

"They won't be out of the dinner for any reason, are they? Just like the previous few times?"

Mo Yi slightly turned his face when he heard the sound and swept in the direction of the sound with his afterglow: I saw that the person who spoke just now was a familiar face, the veteran player who guided him in the hall before. He seemed to be a little anxious because of the pressure of this dungeon, and his face was pale and stiff.

The butler also turned his head, looked in the direction of the sound, and replied in the usual tone:

"As a servant, I should not discuss my master's personal affairs, I am very sorry."

It was the same smooth whistle and circled around, which could be considered as invisible and unsparing. Knowing that more information could not be extracted from him, everyone couldn't help but feel silent for a moment, and the dim room returned to silence again.

The butler bowed deeply to the players in the room again, then turned around and walked into the deep corridor. The rich shadow swallowed his thin body and disappeared from everyone's sight.

**, who was interrupted by the appearance of the butler just now, could not say anything anymore, but just gave Mo Yi a malicious glance, and then turned directly toward the corridor outside the room.

The others looked at each other for a few glances, followed one after another, and walked towards their own room.

The only two people in the quiet side hall were Mo Yi and Wen Chen. The fluctuations in the cold air seemed to finally calm down. Tiny dust floated quietly in front of the flashlight's light column, and low conversations and messy footsteps came from my ears.

Mo Yi turned around and looked at the wall on one side of the room. He saw that the oil painting was quietly shrouding in the darkness. In the shadow, he could only see the two bright colors on the dim canvas. The black eyes on the portrait's face stared silently at Mo Yi standing not far away, his red lips as dazzling as if drinking blood.

But no matter what, the woman in the painting is still beautiful - unlike the silence and hazy before, it is a ghostly and strange beauty, which is like a sharp knife inserted straight into the viewer's heart, deep into the horror and pathological beauty brought by the blood.

Almost as if she was alive.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, threw his last glance at the oil painting, and then turned around and walked out with Wen Chen.

As soon as I walked out of the room, I felt a depressing and cold wind blowing. The door of the room slammed and closed. The huge sound scared Mo Yi and turned around to look behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a smooth piano sound coming through the closed crack of the door. The gloomy and heavy music sounded particularly strange in the long and quiet corridor.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, stared at the closed door in front of him, and reached out to try to push.

The door was closed tightly, as if it had been welded to death.

Mo Yi approached like a devil, slowly pressed his face to the cold and hard door panel, and looked inward through the crack of the door.

The narrow and limited field of view was only a thin and narrow slit. The dim light in the side hall and the layered white cloth furniture blocked his sight. Mo Yi barely changed the angle under limited conditions, and the piano finally appeared within his sight.

The piano sound came to an abrupt end.

The black piano surface reflects a slight cold light in the darkness.

The white cloth covered on it was gone, and there was no one in front of the piano.

Mo Yi slowly took a few steps and looked at the closed door panel thoughtfully in front of him. He remembered that when he was in the room in the secret door in the side hall just now, the blurred figure could not be seen by his naked eyes... unless it was through the mirror.

He slowly let out a breath, took a deep look at the quiet side hall, then turned his head to Wen Chen and said, "Let's go."

They walked out the corridor together, and the hall and the stairs were empty. It was obvious that other players had rushed to their room.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked up the stairs, walked through the quiet corridor, and walked towards their room.

He reached out and pushed open the door of the room, subconsciously looking at the oil painting behind the door - an irregular abstract pattern entangled in black and red, twisted into a huge circle in the black and gold frame, extending deep inwards and inwards like a circular passage, almost sucking people's sight and consciousness together.

For some reason, Mo Yi always felt... it seemed to have changed something since the last time he saw it.

He subconsciously frowned, but his thoughts that were somewhat divergent were interrupted by the sound of Wen Chen closing the door.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, recalling the purpose of returning to the room, turned around and pushed away the small compartment and the bathroom in it, and searched for something in a hurry. After a jingle sound, Mo Yi finally stopped his searching action, leaned slowly against the wall, staring at the chaotic room that was being turned thoughtfully.

There are no mirrors in the room.

He began to carefully recall every scene after he entered the copy, searching frame by frame like a slow movie, looking for any mirror in the room he had seen.

A few minutes later, Mo Yi finally confirmed that the only time he saw a mirror in this dungeon was in the room leading to the secret door in the side hall. Although he had not confirmed it in the room where other players lived, Mo Yi was not surprised if there were no mirrors in other people's rooms.

He took a deep breath slowly and turned and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as he left the house, Mo Yi saw Wen Chen standing next to the bed not far away, looking down at something.

Mo Yi stepped closer, stopped beside Wen Chen, and looked at the bed with his eyes.

I saw a custom evening dress flat on the bed sheet without wrinkles. The properly tailored shoulders and waistlines were smooth and exquisite. The dark and straight taffeta shone in the light. The Victorian cuffs and neckline were finely embroidered with gorgeous dark patterns, which looked low-key and calm.

Mo Yi simply reached out and flipped through it - it was indeed a complete set, whether it was a shirt, vest, bow tie, or even some luxurious and simple decorations, all of which were arranged without any mistakes, just like the Victorian-era furniture was now on this bed.

It seems that this is what the butler calls "tidying up his clothes."

Mo Yi turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and saw that he was staring at him with shiny eyes. Although there was still no expression on his deep facial features, for some reason, he saw a faint expectation in the other party's eyes.

He raised his bow tie with his fingertips and looked at Wen Chen, asking suspiciously: "Do you want to wear it?"

Wen Chen shook his head.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, then reacted instantly and raised his eyebrows: "You...want to see me wearing it?"

Wen Chen did not shake his head or nodded, the muscles on both sides of his cheeks tightened slightly, and the light flashing in his light-colored eyes and slightly accelerated breathing exposed his emotions.

Mo Yi sighed helplessly.
Chapter completed!