Chapter 161

Food filled with exquisite dishes was delivered to the table like running water. Melodious music flowed quietly in the rich air, and the crisp jingle of cups and plates colliding sounds sounded between the table.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes and took a sip of the amber wine in the glass, and looked around the entire room without any trace.

I saw the butler's thin body standing in the shadow near the door, with a pale face hidden in the darkness. It would be almost impossible to find his existence without looking carefully.

All the players at the table looked a little absent-minded. Although the color and fragrance of the food in the porcelain plate were particularly attractive, perhaps because too many things happened today, most players did not seem to have a lot of appetite. They just mechanically cut the things in the plate with their knife and fork in their hands, and then put the things cut into small pieces into their mouths.

Mo Yi withdrew his gaze and accidentally glanced across the door of the room, and he couldn't help but pause slightly.

The shadow near the door was shrouded in a thick darkness, but it could still be seen that there was no one there.

He was stunned for a moment, blinked slowly, and couldn't believe his eyes for a moment.

It’s clear... it’s clear that the housekeeper was still here just now.

Mo Yi instantly recalled the butler who disappeared at supper last night. Although he was not at the banquet, he saw the butler closing the door of the banquet hall at the door was the last time he saw him that night.

He thoughtfully put the cold edge of the glass on his lips, but did not drink it.

Although Mo Yi was indeed very curious about where the butler went and what he did during this period of disappearance, under the current circumstances, he wanted to know what he could do during this period of time...

Mo Yi put down the glass in his hand, reached out to find the male servant standing beside him, and asked softly:

“Is there any whiskey?”

The servant nodded respectfully, turned around and left less than half a minute before returning with whiskey. Mo Yi raised his hand to pick it up, but his elbow accidentally touched the silver knife to the ground, making a muffled sound on the carpet floor. The servant bent down to pick it up, but Mo Yi stopped him and replied calmly: "I'll do it, you go and get another pair."

The male servant stared at Mo Yi with his dark eyes for a while, then turned around and walked to the locked glass cabinet in the corner of the room to get a pair of clean knife and fork, and skillfully replaced Mo Yi.

Mo Yi picked up the dirty knife and handed it to him.

The waiter's eyes slowly turned around the table, and there seemed to be no abnormality. So he politely took the dirty knife and fork in Mo Yi's hand, bowed respectfully, and then retreated to the place where he was standing and waited quietly.

Mo Yi was passing by, calmly putting the whiskey at his hand to his lips and took a sip. He subconsciously frowned slightly, then wiped the napkin and spit the wine in his mouth quietly.

He put the glass in his hand back into place, and then pushed the cup away slightly with his fingertips without any trace.

Wen Chen naturally reached out and brought the glass of whiskey to him and pushed the fruit wine that belonged to Mo Yi.

Mo Yi asked in a very light voice, "...have you got it?"

Wen Chen nodded slightly, and a little cold touch touched the back of Mo Yi's hand that was naturally hanging down to the side. He raised his hand to take it - it was a silver knife with a blade wrapped in a thin napkin.

Mo Yi took the knife quietly and hid it in his sleeves against his arms, and the shirt that tightly clamped against his skin firmly wrapped it, while the complex decoration of the cuffs of Victorian dresses covered its existence without leaking.

This dungeon is probably difficult for players to take away the things in the room so easily. At the same time, Mo Yi asked Wen Chen before that due to the limitations of the dungeon itself, Wen Chen could not take the initiative to participate too much. Although it was not impossible to open the cabinet with the tableware directly, it would cause a certain degree of backlash from the dungeon - so he used some tricks to reveal some omissions or bad intentions so that the waiter could focus all his attention on himself, and Wen Chen could take advantage of the opportunity to secretly take away something when the male servant opened the door to get new tableware, so that he would not take the initiative to invade, but just take advantage of a loophole.

A series of exquisite dishes were served on the long table and placed in front of everyone. After everyone ate the main course, the maid immediately brought the dessert after the meal.

Time passed by like flowing water, but so far, the progress of the dinner was not much different from before.

Mo Yi frowned secretly, raised his eyes and walked around the room. The butler still didn't come back, everything seemed to be peaceful and peaceful.

The other players were obviously a little impatient, and the atmosphere began to get a little restless.

Li Wang, who was sitting on the other side away from Mo Yi, looked the most obvious. He reached out and pulled his tight bow tie with some annoyance, then called a male servant and asked in a volume that everyone else could hear: "So what are you going to do tonight? You have to make us wear it so uncomfortable-"

The servant had a stiff and pale face, but his tone sounded gentle and polite: "There will be a dance tonight, sir."

prom……?

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and after a second of his delay, he realized that someone had asked his questions. The servant looked at the player who was making noise and said in an equally respectful tone: "Yes, starting from tonight, Mr. De Klaus and Mrs. De Klaus will hold a grand dance for their newlyweds for three consecutive days, and will lead you there after the meal."

Everyone looked at each other and saw the same confusion on each other's faces. Everyone lowered their heads and ate the food on the plate without any taste. After more than ten minutes, a blurred bell sound came through the thick walls and the tightly closed door.

The bell rang for eight times, and Mo Yi looked down at his watch - it was exactly eight o'clock in the evening.

The male servant who had just explained came forward and walked towards the depths of the room with everyone who had been having supper for a long time.

There was a tall brass door deep in the room, with exquisite reliefs depicted on it. It was not clear under the dim light. The servant reached out and pushed the door open. Mo Yi's gaze looked into the door through his shoulders.

The walls and ceilings are dark red, and the bright red carpet on the ground looks velvety texture under the light. The whole room is as if everything is blood-red. There is no window in the spacious room. The low ceiling makes the whole room look depressing and closed, making it breathless.

Several snow-white marble statues were scattered in the room, standing in the corners in different shapes, and even their pale bodies were reflected in a faint red color.

The whole room looked weird – but beyond that, there were all the leisure and luxury items needed for an upper-class dance salon, both wine and exquisite food.

The male servant stood at the door and bent down deeply, making a gesture of inviting him, but the players were a little hesitant and looked at the strange atmosphere in the room for a moment, and they were afraid to move forward.

The player did not move, and the male servant did not move. Both sides were stalemate like sculptures that seemed to be stationary, and the atmosphere was tense and silent.

Finally, ** gritted his teeth, made a ruthless heart, and took the lead in, and other players followed him into the room.

When the last player entered the room, the brass-colored door slowly closed, and the melodious music sounded like a sense of sensation. However, Mo Yi looked around in the room but couldn't find the person playing the music, but the music sounded so clearly in his ears, as if he was just playing in the room.

The players stood quietly in the room, staring at each other at a loss.

A player asked in a low voice: "...what should I do now?"

**He was very clear and he was unsure. He took a deep breath and replied casually: "Let's take one step at a time."

Suddenly, at this moment, Mo Yi seemed to notice something. He walked into the room, narrowed his eyes and looked at the marble statue closest to him.

The stone statues in front of me are different from those outside the door. Their muscle texture is not prominent or toned, their faces are not profound, and their movements are not as artistic and dynamic as other marble statues in the house. And... For some reason, Mo Yi always feels that the marble statues in front of me look familiar.

At this moment, he was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and counted the number of marble statues in the room:

One, two, three, four... a total of four stone statues.

And a total of four players died in the past two days - would this be a coincidence?

While he was observing, suddenly a scream came from behind, and unusual riots rang out among the crowd.

Mo Yi was shocked and turned his head to look behind him. He saw a player standing closest to the door behind the room screaming in panic, but his limbs could not move at all. He could only see the blue veins on his neck bulging due to force, his face turned red, and his eyes spit out. He shouted in despair: "Save me! Save me!! I can't move anymore!"

The paleness visible to the naked eye began to spread from the soles of his feet, and the sound of Krakela rang in the suddenly quiet room. Everything became hard and pale, making people shudder.

But in just a few minutes, a living player in front of him turned into a marble statue.

Everyone was stunned and silent.

Mo Yi frowned in thought, walked forward quickly, and tentatively knocked on the shoulder of the player who turned into a marble statue.

The bang bang sounded.

A half-shocked and half-angry voice came from behind: "...What the hell are you doing? Do you have some--"

Mo Yi frowned impatiently and said coldly: "Shut up."

The short two loud words with an irresistible sense of oppression makes ** involuntarily shut the sound.

Mo Yi listened carefully to the music in his ears - a song changed, as if it was changed from the player to start petrification.

He turned around with his lips tightly pursed, and as soon as he raised his eyes, his eyes couldn't help but pause slightly.
Chapter completed!