Chapter 177

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell along the viscous liquid flowing out of the broken marble fragments onto the carpet that was wet in strands. His eyes stayed on the dirty gray mucus for a while, and suddenly he reacted as if he was awakened, and looked down at his watch:

Two:37.

There were three minutes left for the maid to come to his door and knock on the door.

Mo Yi turned his head and exchanged a quick look with Wen Chen, and then he turned around and ran up the stairs without carving. The rapid footsteps weakened by the carpet echoed in the deep and quiet corridor, aroused a faint overlapping echo in the house with layers of complex corridor structures, and slowly spread out in the dark.

I heard the sound of wind caused by running, mixed with messy footsteps and rapid heartbeats whizzing by quickly.

The deep corridor quickly retreated in front of us as we walked, and the familiar scene gradually unfolded.

Mo Yi had already seen the blurry outline of his room, waiting quietly in the darkness not far away, and there seemed to be something dark on the ground at the door of the room.

He slowed down his rushing pace while gasping violently.

As the distance shortened, the blurry outline placed at the door gradually became clearer - it was a tray with many discs placed.

Mo Yi then remembered that he had missed the breakfast time at 10 o'clock this morning.

At this moment, his eyes saw a deep figure printed on the wall at the other end of the corridor by the dim yellow lights. The blurred footsteps slowly approached in the corridor, and the black shadows on the wall gradually amplified with the steady footsteps.

Here comes.

Mo Yi bent down quickly to lift the tray on the ground. Wen Chen had already opened the door, and the two of them dodged as quickly as possible and hid behind the door.

He put the tray in his hand on the table beside him. The silver tray and the hard edge of the table collided with a crisp sound. Mo Yi exhaled a breath of turbid air with relief, then bent down and pressed his knee with his palm. A tide-like black shadow surged in his sight, and a buzzing sound was heard in his mind as he gasped in his ears, which made him feel a little dizzy.

Mo Yi felt a cold hand pressing on his shoulders. The cold and soft touch penetrated into the thin clothes with a slight force, acting on his body like a sedative. Mo Yi blinked hard, and the dark film in front of him slowly dissipated, and the buzz in his mind seemed to gradually disappear. He took a breath, reached out to hold the door frame beside him, and straightened his body with the force, and his eyes met Wen Chen's faintly worried light-colored eyes.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but his eyes crossed Wen Chen's cheek and looked behind him - the dark black picture frame wrapped in golden silk thread was quietly half hidden in the shadow, the pale and naked woman lay among the blood-red velvet and satin, her vivid and peaceful face was directly facing him, and a thin bloodshot stranded across her neck.

The dull and lifeless black eyes were half open, and the eyeballs were covered with a light gray film.

…Open your eyes?

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and his words were silent involuntarily.

At this moment, I heard a knock on the door panel beside me.

The loud sound exploded in his ears that had just recovered. The vibration from the door was transmitted to Mo Yi's palm holding the door frame. Even though he had been mentally prepared before, he still couldn't help but feel a little shocked in his heart.

Mo Yi looked at the painting hanging on the wall again: I saw that the woman's eyes were still tightly closed.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

The knock on the door sounded again.

Mo Yi slowly withdrew his palm on the door, carefully opened the distance between him and the door panel a little, and stared at the black and brown door panel made of solid wood in front of him, as if it was something that could bite people.

He counted the seconds quietly in his heart.

one two three……

Three seconds later, the even knock on the door sounded again, and Mo Yi then reached out and pulled the door open.

I saw the pale and stiff maid standing at the door, her dark and empty eyes staring at him tightly.

She bowed deeply, and the content and tone of her speech were no different from the last time:

"Dear guest, afternoon tea is ready, please come with me."

Mo Yi was about to nod, but seemed to suddenly remember something, he was slightly stunned, and then said in a hurry:

"Wait a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed the door again in front of the maid.

Wen Chen, who watched all this from beginning to end: "..."

Mo Yi turned around and his eyes met Wen Chen's indescribable gaze. He curled his lips and reached out to take out the irregular broken glass piece from his pocket. He raised his hand and shook it, then pointed to the bed in the center of the room, making a tearing gesture.

Wen Chen realized instantly. He turned around and walked quickly to the bedside in the room, reached out and easily tore off the long sheet hanging down the edge of the bed, and then walked back to the door and handed the strip of cloth in his hand to Mo Yi.

Mo Yi took the cloth strip, lowered his head and carefully wrapped the long and soft fabric around the slender end of the irregular mirror fragments, wrapping the whole thing with its sharp edges. The mirror fragments between his fingers flipped with his movements, and the shining reflections jumped and climbed on the wall like insects.

You can see things that are invisible to the naked eye through a mirror in this copy, so the sooner it comes in handy, the better.

At this moment, Mo Yi inadvertently caught a glimpse of something unusual in the mirror, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. The movement in his hand stopped involuntarily, and his eyes extended along the image in the mirror to his back.

He turned his head and looked behind him, and saw that the silver tray he had just brought into the room was casually spreading on the table. The small lid on the dishes on the tray was slightly shaken open with the movement he didn't pay much attention to, revealing the exquisitely cooked food under it.

Mo Yi reached out and touched the outer edge of the bowl - it was already cold.

He held his breath slightly, adjusted the mirror in his hand to a suitable angle and rushed towards the food that was lifted from the lid, and looked into the mirror again.

I saw delicate porcelain dishes and dishes reflected in the fragments with irregular outlines of the mirror, and...the thick red layers of them were layered. Mo Yi tentatively used a fork to slightly tactile in the bowl, and his eyes were still staring at the patterns in the mirror. I saw that the deep and shallow red in the bowl was a sticky liquid, slowly dripping down along the silver fork. This texture is-

Oil painting pigments.

Mo Yi's fingers shook slightly, and his heart instantly tensed as the guess appeared. It slowly sank as if it was falling down by a heavy weight, as if he had swallowed a hard and cold stone, and his stomach was so cold that it was uncomfortable.

Could it be... have they eaten pigments these days?

Mo Yi frowned in confusion, moved away from his eyes staring at the mirror, and turned to staring at the bright and rich food in the bowl, but it shouldn't be. Logically speaking, the dungeon that had been so long should provide food and moisture. And, according to Mo Yi's own guess about this game... letting players starve to death is not the desired ending of the game.

At this moment, Mo Yi's contemplation was interrupted by a louder knock on the door and pulled him out of his thoughts.

It seemed that the maid at the door was impatient and started to knock again.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, and then responded loudly, "...this is coming."

After saying that, he hurriedly tied the fabric strap wrapped in the glass fragments in his hand, then put it in his pocket, turned around and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands quickly, washing away the sweet smell of the housekeeper's marble fragments that might remain on his palm. When Mo Yi came out of the bathroom, he finally looked at the chaotic overlapping knife and fork dishes placed in the silver tray, and then turned around and walked towards the door panel that had not stopped knocking since just now.

Mo Yi reached out and opened the door. The maid's pale and stiff face appeared behind the door again. Her deep black eyes looked as if they were just now. There was not much emotional fluctuation. Her voice was still cold and polite:

"Dear guest, there is not much time left, everyone is waiting for you."

Mo Yi nodded in a little bit of thought, took the door behind him, and whispered: "Let's go."

After saying that, he and Wen Chen followed the maid to the depths of the corridor. The road on the road was so familiar that it was almost impossible to describe the appearance of the next journey. The flashing lights cast dim shadows on the walls, and as they advanced, it seemed to be slowly squirming backwards.

Mo Yi seemed to be immersed in his thoughts along the way. His slightly lowered eyelids covered his dark eyes. His pale face shone with a cold light under the faint light. He followed the maid with his brows and walked forward step by step.

Until the maid finally stopped, pushed open the door close to her eyes, then turned her body and bowed slightly, and said:

"please."

It is still the same exquisite small hall. The green wallpaper looks vibrant against the dull tones in the corridor. The hall looks full and bright, full of exquisite sofa chairs and small tables that are staggered. However, the players in the room seem to be low in morale, sitting on the chairs as sluggishly as frost-beaten leaves, and no longer have the enthusiasm to search for clues in the room during the previous week.

Mo Yi's eyes slowly circled in the hall.

The other players who were still alive have arrived and filled the room with full capacity.

At this moment, he heard a familiar voice ringing behind him:

"You're late."

A chill came from behind Mo Yi's spine, and he rushed straight to his head along his spine. The terrifying feeling attacked him like a wave, piercing his brain like a steel needle, bringing endless tingling and coldness.

He slowly turned his head and looked behind him, and could almost hear the friction of his neck bones turning in his ears.

The pale, stiff, blurred outline, polite face like a mask, was facing him, and the thin, ugly lips flowed out words without any fluctuations in the opening and closing:
Chapter completed!