Chapter 175

Mo Yi was slightly stunned, then slowly frowned. He stepped to the marble statue and carefully observed the face of the statue with the light of the flashlight in his hand.

The same pale face, the same facial contour, all the details on the face are lifelike, and its eyes are not as pale as other marble images. Instead, they swallow all the bright dark blacks, as empty as black holes, no different from real people.

Mo Yi held his breath slightly and tentatively reached out and touched the face of the statue in front of him.

The touch under the fingers is cold and hard, and it looks like a delicate and smooth texture of marble under the light of the flashlight.

It's indeed dead.

But every detail of it is realistic and frightening, which makes Mo Yi involuntarily have an illusion that it will move in the next second and slowly turn its head to look at itself.

But it stood quietly in the darkness and motionless, with its dark and empty eyes staring at the distance without any hesitation.

Wen Chen also walked in from where Mo Yi had just walked. He carefully examined Mo Yi and confirmed that he had been unharmed for the short period of time when he left his sight. Then he turned his head and looked at the dusty marble statue.

Mo Yi adjusted the angle of his wrist and controlled the light of the flashlight to shine on other parts of the room.

The thick shadows in the depths of the room were illuminated by weak and pale light columns. The moving light source dispelled some dead darkness, slowly showing other scenes in the room in Mo Yi's sight.

I saw countless pale marble statues in the depths of the room, standing in the darkness in the same position, staring at him quietly.

As the flashlight's circular light moved across the faces of each marble statue, Mo Yi took a silent breath.

——Although all the stone statues have the same face.

housekeeper.

Mo Yi felt a strange and subtle feeling of incest climbing up his back and slowly penetrated into his skin, causing unnegligible coldness and discomfort.

He slowly took a few steps into the darkness, shortening the distance between himself and the group of marble statues with the butler's faces, and carefully observing them one by one while walking forward.

At this moment, Mo Yi discovered some details that he had not had time to pay attention to.

Among these dense marble statues, although most of them are complete, some of them are damaged and broken. Some "stewards" have broken arms and legs, some have a huge hole in their heads, or the vague and ordinary facial features have been broken, revealing the empty and pale inner insides below.

Are these marbles hollow?

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and approached the marble statue that was missing on his cheek that was closest to him. He reached out and gently stroked the irregular crack on it. The sharp texture on the edge brought a slight pain to the fingertips.

However, in addition to this, Mo Yi seemed to feel some strange sticky touch...

Smooth and cold, like a cold-blooded animal's skin attached to mucus.

strangeness……

Mo Yi shone his hands with a flashlight, and saw some semi-coagulated liquid on his fingertips. The chaotic viscous liquid dyed his pale fingers a slightly dirty color, exuding a familiar smell.

Sweet, cold.

The smell that Mo Yi smelled several times in the corridor or in the house seemed to be concentrated on his fingertips, as if from the moment he touched his skin, the sweet smell began to gather in the narrow and silent darkness. The breath representing death and ominousness surged silently and strongly, almost making people feel physiological discomfort.

Mo Yi wrinkled his nose with some difficulty, lowered his head and took out a tissue to wipe the liquid on his fingers clean. But even so, the sweet and disgusting smell still lingers on the end of his nose and refuses to dissipate for a long time.

He shines the flashlight at the hollow part of the marble statue inside, peeking in from the irregular rift.

I saw a layer of unknown liquid that was lightly attached to the pale inner wall of the marble statue, flashing with a strange luster under the light.

Mo Yi slowly took two steps back, then raised his eyes to look at the countless neatly arranged marble statues behind the room. His dark eyes flashed slightly under the light and fell into deep thought.

Will the smell I smelled at the scene of the death of the player before come from this liquid? Will it have anything to do with the butler? Although there are too many things that are unclear now, it is too early to draw a conclusion immediately, but Mo Yi's intuition told him that he had taken a big step.

All he could see before was the tip of the iceberg exposed on the water, and he could only see the dungeon. But now, Mo Yi felt that he was slowly approaching the truth - although the seemingly messy clues in front of him seemed to be unrelated, as long as he found a key entry, he could string them into a complete network.

And he already has some vague idea.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, Wen Chen spoke without warning behind him, "There is not much time left."

Mo Yi was brought back to reality by his words. He looked down at the dial on his wrist. It was already 2:00 p.m.

According to the experience last time, the servants in the house would knock at the player's door at 2:40 and take the player to attend afternoon tea. Therefore, if they leave now, they still have time to return to their room before the maid knocks on the door.

Mo Yi finally looked at the dark room deeply. The pale marbles were arranged neatly in the quiet darkness. Countless pairs of empty and dark eyes stared at the front. The blurred and stiff facial lines looked particularly strange in the darkness, making people feel cold behind them.

He whispered, "Let's go."

After saying that, Mo Yi and Wen Chen squeezed out along the narrow passage that they squeezed into, and the old dust aura that rubbed out all the way covered the remaining sweet smell of the body. The room in the dark still looked narrow and chaotic, and there was no way to see such a wide space hidden behind the piles of debris as above.

They walked out of the secret door one by one, followed the path they had come in before and walked between the high furniture covered in white cloth in the side hall like a maze, then passed through the dark and cold side hall, and finally stood in the wide hall again.

There was no one in the hall, as quiet as if you could hear the sound of breathing.

However, at this moment, Mo Yi saw that in the darkness on the other side of the hall, a thin figure slowly appeared.

The familiar pale face, dark and empty eyes, the face covered with a false and polite mask, and the pitch-black uniform were no different from the countless marble statues standing quietly in the dark just now.
Chapter completed!