Chapter 170

The corridor outside the door has become normal again. The walls on all sides framed a cramped and deep space, extending horizontally to both sides. The outside of the door, which was as empty as a black hole, and the corridor extending straight forward seemed to be just an illusion that disappeared in the sun.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked quickly in the direction of the sound. The familiar bright lights in the hall slowly spread in front of their eyes, and the sounds of players' arguments became clear. Even the cold temperature in the house could not stop the escalating smell.

"...I don't fucking believe it! If this damn house is smashed, can you still be so sarcastic!"

Then there was another chaotic tearing sound and vague overlapping voices.

Mo Yi paused slightly, and his brows frowned without a trace - he recognized the voice.

Li Wang.

This person is simply a full-time shit mess. He is not only a good player who bullies the weak, but also worse, he is narrow-minded and stupid, impulsive and has no brains to do things. He is the kind of player who starts to become pretentious after saving his life with a temporary cleverness and luck. I don’t know how he survived to this day.

A hint of impatient flashed in Mo Yi's eyes.

He stepped into the hall and saw everyone struggling and tearing under the stairs. Several players led by Li Wang, who seemed to have lost their minds, were smashing things in the hall. Fragments of porcelain and wreckage of wooden furniture were scattered on the carpet. A few players were trying to dissuade them and attempt to control the situation, while more players were standing numbly in the corner, and some were still crying in a low voice. The whole scene was in a mess and chaotic.

The herd effect is the most terrible fanatic.

Li Wang was still yelling in a hoarse voice, and the players who were still rational were slowly influenced by their remarks, and the expressions on their faces also loosened slightly over time.

And at this moment, a small voice rang out not far away:

"Enough."

The two short words pried open the chaotic atmosphere in front of you like wedges, and the cold metal texture pierced deeply into everyone's eardrums. The unignorable sense of oppression in the sound made people feel tightened, subconsciously closed the sound, and turned to look in the direction where the sound came.

Mo Yi was standing above the stairs and looking down at everyone. The dark eyes were like the dark lake water, with an unfathomable cold chill. His face was calm and he could not see any emotional changes, but for some reason it made people feel chilled.

Even Li Wang, who was clamoring the most wantonly, couldn't help but shrank slightly.

Mo Yi's gaze slowly turned around the people below the stairs, and his eyes paused slightly without any trace on Li Wang's body. Seeing the other person subconsciously shifting his eyes away from looking at him, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

He is accustomed to not interfering with the choices and destiny of other players in the dungeon, and analyzes clues in the dungeon from the perspective of a bystander, and rarely participates in the game progress of other players. Although the dungeon in front of him seems to be very difficult, it is particularly long. Although there are a large number of players, the newcomers who are easily disturbed and experienced veterans account for the majority, especially now that due to the disturbance of people like Li Wang, if he does not come out to control the scene, things may become uncontrollable.

Mo Yi walked down the stairs and said coldly: "After only one-third of the nine geniuses, you started to have internal conflicts. Are you planning to place your remaining six days on God's blessing?"

His voice did not fluctuate, but the sarcasm was so sharp that it was hard to see.

Mo Yi turned his eyes to Li Wang and continued, "I made a reckless decision when I didn't know any clues. Let's not talk about whether you can really cause damage to the house. If it is really possible, can you afford the consequences of demolishing the house?"

He narrowed his eyes and spit out two simple words: "Silly."

Li Wang's face was blue and white. He was extremely angry when he was insulted in person. Blood rushed straight to his cheeks. Just as he was impulsively preparing to open his mouth, he saw Mo Yi standing a few steps away from him.

And those dark eyes flashed slightly on his right arm with a point of view.

The severe pain that had not faded in my memory seemed to be reflected on my body again. The fingers that had not yet been completely healed were thrusting and trembling physiologically. The uneasiness and fear deep in my heart made Li Wang subconsciously take a step back. The words that had not yet blurted out were stuck in his throat, making a strange giggle.

Mo Yi withdrew his gaze and continued to say calmly: "You should have found that time is repeating now. This is actually a good thing. At least you can know what might happen next, which means you have time to find clues. This is the best possibility. Are you still dissatisfied with this?"

Everyone looked at each other, and a low murmur sounded in the crowd. The panic and helplessness that had been before was finally suppressed by calm emotions - Mo Yi was right. If this copy was really a timeline cycle, it means that they already knew what would happen in the future, which was a very big advantage for them.

While everyone was whispering, a familiar voice came from behind the crowd: "Dear guests, welcome to the wedding of Mr. De Klaus and Ms. De Klaus. I am the housekeeper of Klaus. I will be here to receive you in the next few days."

This time everyone was mentally prepared, and no one was scared by the butler's voice again.

The players looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the butler stood in the shadow as if he had last time, and his pale face reflected a ghostly light in the dark like an emotionless mask.

"I believe you have received the invitation, please be sure to save it."

What happened next was almost the same as three days ago. After the butler said the exact same words as last time, he hid into the darkness again. As the pace moved away, he disappeared silently as usual.

Mo Yi's eyes paused at the place where the butler left, then turned his head to look at the other players, broke the silence and spoke:

"Please continue to search for unfinished places last time. This time, pay more attention to clues about portraits. The rules for killing people in this copy are very easy to figure out. So what we need now is to find a way to escape this rule."

After saying that, the other players slowly dispersed and began to look for clues aimlessly in the house.

Mo Yi stood in the middle of the hall, looking thoughtfully at the marble statue with smooth muscle lines in front of the door. He saw it looking blankly into the air with its pale eyes. He stretched out his fingers and gently touched its cold and hard surface. The smooth stone felt as if it was just a simple dead object.

At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to think of something, and suddenly he was stunned for no reason.

If this is a cycle of reincarnation, then all the details now should be exactly the same as those three days ago.

However, this time there was no sound of the sob as silk as a cry, and the intermittent and gloomy piano sound.

Mo Yi frowned slowly, withdrew his fingers, and quickly walked towards the side hall along the route he remembered, but when he was halfway through, his pace suddenly stopped.

——I saw that the place where the deep corridor in my memory has now turned into a solid wall.

Mo Yi stared at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

The wall that was so close to him was filled with a familiar shell-colored luster, and a smooth and soft halo flashed under the light. He slowly reached out and pressed it up. The hard and heavy touch below his palm seemed to remind him of the authenticity of the scene. The cold temperature penetrated into the skin along the palm of his palm, causing a faint pain in his bones.

Mo Yi took a step back, slightly widened the distance between himself and the wall, and looked at the surroundings from a distance.

The other scenery was no different from three days ago. Only the space in front of me, which should have been a corridor, had become a monotonous and hard wall, standing in front of me without warning, silent and solid as if it had never changed.

Mo Yi frowned and deeply wrinkled between his eyebrows.

Is it said that the sound of the piano is a necessary way to open this corridor?

Perhaps...it is precisely because of this that no player was able to find the side hall before Mo Yi heard the sound of the piano.

He took a deep breath slowly and subconsciously stroked his fingertips, and the thoughtful expression on his face became heavier.

——So why didn’t the piano sound sound this time?

Has there any change this time?

Moreover, the more important question is... If the piano sounds stopped ringing for three days this time, wouldn't it mean that Mo Yi could no longer enter the side hall?

Whether it is the portrait in the side hall or the secret door hidden deep in the corner, they are very critical clues in the dungeon. Moreover, Mo Yi has not yet explored other areas in the side hall. If he could not enter this reincarnation, the loss would be too great.

Mo Yi pursed his lips tightly, and a glimmer of light reflected in his dark eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something, his eyes suddenly lit up, he turned around and walked quickly up the stairs. As if there was a slight sound of wind in his steps, Wen Chen quickly followed and walked inward along the deep corridor with Mo Yi.

Based on his previous memory, Mo Yi shuttled through the corridors that were connected in the house, which were as complicated as intestines. The corridors and corridors were connected by stairs that were high or low, straight or curved, and were shrouded by the dim light in the corridor, divided into multiple fields intertwined with light and darkness, and looked like they were traveling in a tunnel connecting different time and space.

After walking for a long time, Mo Yi finally stopped and saw a tightly closed door in front of him.

This is exactly where they had dinner on the first day.

Wen Chen, who was following Mo Yi, seemed a little absent-minded. He slowed down his pace, his light-colored eyes stared at a depression in the corridor, as if he was thinking about something.

Mo Yi noticed something wrong with Wen Chen, turned his head to look at him, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Wen Chen immediately restrained his slightly moving expression as soon as Mo Yi finished speaking, but just coughed softly, and replied calmly: "Nothing."

Mo Yi stared at Wen Chen's seemingly open gaze for a while, then turned his head and looked at Wen Chen's gaze just now, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then understood in a blink of an eye.

That was the place where he and Wen Chen were watched before.

Mo Yi: "..."

He was silent for a while, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen, staring at his light gray eyes that were implicitly expecting and said coldly:

"This time it's not right, don't think about it, it's impossible."

Wen Chen's face was obvious loss, while Mo Yi turned around as if he was still in the mountains, slowly walked towards the closed door in front of him, and then tried to push it—

The door is not closed.

The door in front of me slid smoothly and silently inward, and the dark and chaotic color was squirming inside the door. The glimmer of light in the corridor carved a blurred path on the ground inside the door, and the light and darkness seemed to be eroding and suppressing each other.

Mo Yi reached out to touch the flashlight he carried with him, turned on the switch, and then pushed the door inward with a little force from his fingertips.

The light of the flashlight slides into the door first, illuminating the blurry outlines in the darkness. Mo Yi barely recognized some familiar decorations and furniture arrangements inside. He looked at the scene in front of him with the light of the flashlight in his hand, and then walked towards the darkness of the room with his memory, groping forward in the darkness.

He walked to the orchestra pool and shone it inward with a flashlight.

Sure enough, not much different from what he imagined. The instruments that he will play during dinner tonight are now lying quietly in the orchestra pool, the lid on the piano is quietly closed, and the violin is also idle on the shelf beside it.

Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly and felt his pulse speed up slightly - after all, he didn't know if the other person could play it, but now he could only give it a try.

Unfortunately, the piano cannot be moved...

Mo Yi reached out and raised the black lid of the piano, and tried two notes on the keyboard with a little hesitation. Then he played them very skillfully. The intermittent notes gradually connected into a complete tune, and the gloomy and cold songs rang in the dark hall.

He stopped after following the tone he remembered, sighing deeply—

The distance between the first floor lobby and here is too far, so it is unlikely that it will be possible to play here to have the same effect.

Mo Yi closed the piano cover and made a slight metal collision sound.

He turned around and walked towards the violin beside him, thoughtfully rubbed his fingers on its smooth edge, and then he didn't very skillfully put the piano on his shoulders. His slender fingers held the pitch-black bow, slightly closed his fingertips, and tried to pull out a slightly harsh note.

Mo Yi tried to play the violin according to the previous tune, but his attainment in this area was not very good, and the sound he made could only be barely considered noise.

It seems that trying to use other instruments is not a very good choice.

Mo Yi shook his head and put down the bow of the piano.

But the next second, he felt a cold palm rubbing over the back of his hanging hand, gently taking the bow of the body temperature from his palm, and then, a lighter on his shoulder and the violin was taken away.

He was stunned and turned his head to look at him - he saw Wen Chen holding a black wooden violin in his hand, narrowing his light-colored eyes slightly, as if he was estimating something.

Mo Yi's eyes lit up and he asked, "You can...?"

Wen Chen looked up at him, and the cold and hard corners of his lips curled up slightly: "No."

The light in Mo Yi's eyes cleared a little, and he pinched his nose with some fatigue - it turned out that he was so anxious that he went to the hospital.

The next second, Wen Chen said, "But I will have something else."

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, looked up at Wen Chen, and saw a slight smile on the corner of his lips. His light gray eyes flashed with a slight light under the flashlight. He said in a low voice: "And it's better."

Wen Chen walked to the piano, put his distinctive palms onto the surface of the piano, and then slowly closed his eyes. His long eyelashes quietly hang down on his pale cheeks, looking like an ivory sculpture standing in the darkness. His deep-lined face was divided into clear contours by light and shadow.

The fog slowly gathered in the darkness and quickly built inch by inch before Mo Yi's eyes.

In almost a few minutes, a piano made of mist from the inside out was displayed in front of Mo Yi. The shallow grayish white was framed in the hard border, and it seemed to be flowing under the light.

Wen Chen opened his eyes, curled his lips slightly, staring at Mo Yi and asked:
Chapter completed!