Chapter 178

In the following time, Mo Yi was a little absent-minded.

I have to say that in the first week, Mo Yi did not find too many clues. In addition to the mystery, the biggest gain was to go through the general process of the entire copy. At the second week, Mo Yi finally found some of the context of this copy. The important clues were like hard and exposed black stones on the beach, revealing some eyebrows as the sea water slowly receded, but the explosive appearance of the clues also made the whole situation complicated.

Mo Yi felt like he was a mouse in a maze, stumbled between the interlaced walls and found a way out.

But after going around the fork, there was another dead end in front of me.

Mo Yi was in a daze and stirred the tea in his teacup, watching the curling white smoke slowly rise, covering his eyelashes with a layer of fine and dense mist.

He is not ready to drink.

When he sat down just now, he secretly swept the food in the tray placed in front of him with the mirror in his pocket - as he expected, all the tea and pastries were scarlet and sticky pigments, and when he flashed the mirror to the food on other players' tables, they were all food that was completely different.

This feeling of being targeted is very bad.

Mo Yi put the delicate porcelain white tea set in his hand on the table with a lack of interest. The slightly hot black tea splashed out from the edge of the cup, and slowly spread round water stains on the snow-white lace hollow tablecloth.

He looked up at the butler standing in the corner of the room without a trace. The butler was still wearing black all over, with only the collar and cuffs showing a touch of whiteness. His pale face was shrouded in blurred darkness. From Mo Yi's perspective, he could only see half of the stiff chin and lips with a constant smile - it was not as tragic as if he had been smashed into his head by Mo Yi in the living room half an hour ago.

Judging from the current attitude of this butler, he is likely to have no previous memories.

But Mo Yi is not sure.

He subconsciously groped in the tiny rupture of the splashed pieces on his palm. The slight pain stimulated the nerves under the skin, as if a thin silk thread tightly bound the reality and imagination, making his brain more awake under the stimulation of pain.

At this moment, a voice rang beside you: "What's wrong with you?"

Mo Yi turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came. He saw that ** had come to him at some point and was looking down at the palm of his hand placed on the table.

The bandage wrapped in his hand was already dirty by dust and debris. The slightly curled up palm was filled with blood, which made the gray bandage dark, making it look particularly abrupt against the snow-white tablecloth.

Mo Yi was not used to the sudden familiarity of the past, so he frowned slightly, leaned back and stretched the distance between the two, then turned his palms without a trace, covered the blood seeping out of his palm, and replied lightly:

"It's nothing, it's just a careless search."

**Mo Yi was disgusted with his distant attitude and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

He changed the subject a little stiffly and said, "It's really complicated to say that this copy is really a samsara."

**Following Mo Yi, who was silent, asked inadvertently: "I saw you didn't appear in the hall before lunch... nor did other players see you this morning. Did you go somewhere?"

The inclusion in his words is too straightforward.

Mo Yi looked up at him, his expression still faintly: "I just took a walk around casually. When the time comes, I go back to the room. I don't know that you gathered in the hall at noon, so, do you have any important content? Please follow me on the progress."

**'s expression was a little stiff, and the expression on his face was a little uneasy. He forced himself to maintain his kind expression, but there was a little uncontrollable stiffness in his voice: "It's nothing..."

The expression on Mo Yi's face was coldness outside the matter. His dark eyes were staring at him without any emotion. He successfully swallowed up the words he had not yet said, and whined a little dry, and then hurried back from the direction he had just arrived.

He withdrew his gaze indifferently, and his gaze fell on the light water marks beside the teacup - it had basically dried out during this period, leaving only a few shallow round spots that were almost unrecognizable.

**'s purpose is not difficult to guess. It's just that he hasn't appeared for a long time and has arrived in the hall at the latest in the afternoon, so he suspected that he had found some clues during this period, so he came to explore the verbal storm. However, Mo Yi was surprised that ** had always regarded himself as a veteran and a leader of the entire team, so he was so angry when he found that Mo Yi's actions were a challenge to his authority in another form. So... why was he suddenly willing to put down his figure and come to him to spy on the intelligence?

Mo Yi glanced at the direction he went to ** without any trace.

He was sitting with Li Wang at this moment, as if he was discussing something.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully - something must have happened in the period when he disappeared from the crowd's sight.

Afternoon tea ends in a low and weird tone.

The butler stood at the door as usual and politely invited the players to follow the restaurant. This time Mo Yi stood up with the crowd and walked towards the darkness of the corridor with the crowd.

He is not going to sneak away this time.

Last time, Mo Yi left the team and went to the side hall on the first dinner. When he came back, he found that the butler was not waiting in the restaurant. He did not appear until he urged everyone to return to the room that night. During this period, the players were completely unclear about the butler's whereabouts, which made Mo Yi feel curious - Besides, he really wanted to know what they wanted to do.

The players followed the butler with their own thoughts and walked towards the depths of the corridor with faint light spots.

Everyone soon came to the restaurant and everyone sat down one after another. The seats were still the same as before, which made the table look a little empty - the number of players this time was much smaller than last time. This idea bothered every player and made them feel a little restless.

The fragrant dishes are served like flowing water, and are placed in front of the players.

All the things sent to Mo Yi are bright red pigments without exception.

Although Wen Chen calmly put the food that was not problematic on Mo Yi's plate, Mo Yi only fiddled with the tableware in a lack of interest, moved the food in his plate for a few sips and stopped continuing.

His eyes kept sweeping over the inconspicuous side of the restaurant intentionally or unintentionally. The butler in a well-equipped uniform had been standing silently at the dead corner of the brightly lit restaurant since the beginning of the meal. His whole body was sticking to the wall like a dark shadow, as if he was a dead body without life.

Dinner ended soon.

Nothing happened throughout the meal.

The butler never left from beginning to end.

Mo Yi frowned slightly in confusion and looked around the players sitting at the table. They all ate the last desserts delivered on the plate without any abnormality. The whole restaurant looked quiet and unpredictable, as if there was no danger hidden. After all the players finished eating, the butler slowly walked up and said, "Dear guests, please leave with their maids."

After saying that, he bowed deeply, then turned around and opened the restaurant door, revealing the dim corridor.

The players followed the maid's guidance and walked outward.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen also returned to their room. Mo Yi looked around in his room and found that the previous tray and the food that had been cold on it had been taken away. The quiet and spacious room looked as tidy as no one had ever lived in. Even the torn bed sheets were restored to their original state, and everything was calm.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a few seconds, he seemed to have made up his mind and turned his head to Wen Chen and said:

"Let's go, let's go back to the side hall."

After saying that, he turned around and opened the door panel behind him, poked his head out and looked into the corridor. After confirming that the maid had walked away, Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked out of the door of the room one by one, and then walked quickly towards the side hall with a familiarity.

Mo Yi's steps were paused slightly when he passed by the hall, and his eyes fell on the clean floor. The thick fluff on the carpet looked soft and warm under the bright light. The marble fragments and sticky sweet liquid that had been scattered all over the ground were gone, and nothing seemed to have happened.

He withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and walked towards the side hall.

The door of the side hall still stood quietly in the dark and cold corridor. There was no big change on it just like when Mo Yi came before. Mo Yi pushed open the door, and the deep and cold breath spread out along the open door, as if the cold water flowed into the warm lake, and the cold and silent dust came to his face.

Mo Yi skillfully walked towards the depths of the room. After passing through the layers of white mazes, he finally came to the entrance of the secret dark room again. Wen Chen helped him lift the thick tapestries covering the door panel, and Mo Yi reached out to push the narrow door panel that was significantly different from the wall next to him.

A large swathe of dust swept in front of the bright column of the flashlight, flying around under the light.

He sensitively smelled the familiar smell mixed in the air - the sweet smell was floating in the cold and dark room like a gossip, as if it was invisible and distant, as if it was ghostly.

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes became slightly solemn, and he quickly walked towards the pile of utensils. He turned his body and slowly moved inward against the pile of dusty debris. As he approached, the familiar sweet smell seemed to become clearer and more intense, lingering on the nose for a long time and refused to dissipate.

Mo Yi stood in the open space behind the pile of debris and shone the flashlight in his hand forward.

I saw another marble statue next to the marble statue of the housekeeper he saw last time.

The uniform on its body was messy and dirty, stained with dust and snow-white marble debris. The uniforms and materials on its limbs also had traces of being tied up. The most conspicuous thing was that the head of the marble statue was shattered like a heavy object. The whole pale face was covered with spider-web-like cracks. The silent black eyes and the marble around it stared at the distance dull like darkness. A big hole was cracked on the head on the side, and the gray and dirty liquid could be seen along the broken irregular crack.

The familiar sweet smell in the air is accumulated in the narrow space, and it slowly winds in the dark like liquid, making people feel sick.

Mo Yi raised his arms to cover his mouth and nose. His dark eyes slowly turned around the two butlers standing side by side, then turned his head to Wen Chen and said, "Let's go."

His purpose of coming here has been achieved.

The guess was confirmed - the butler is definitely not a monster in this dungeon.

He is just a prop.

A mass-produced puppet and marionette.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly thoughtfully, then turned around and walked out along the narrow gap. The clothes on his body were wrinkled in the process, and the shoulders and arms were covered with dust. He simply patted the dust on his body, and then quickly walked out of the door of the utility room.

The dark and cold breath in the side hall dispelled the sweet smell remaining in his nose, leaving only the silent smell and temperature in the side hall like a stone room.

The two of them skillfully returned along the same route. Now the seemingly complex terrain in the side hall can no longer stump Mo Yi. They were walking through it as if they were on a flat ground, and soon walked to the open space in the side hall.

At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to have seen something in his aftermath—

He was about to pause slightly towards the door, and changed direction and walked towards the oil painting quietly hanging on the wall.

I saw that the pale fabric that should have been covered with oil paintings fell to the ground at some point, and piled up on the ground into a pool, while the portrait under the fabric was exposed in the air without any obstruction.

The portrait's face is blurred and the pigments on it are dried up and cracked.

But her eyes were pitch black and bright, as if they were full of spirit, and her long black hair spread out on her shoulders, like a waterfall.

Mo Yi's face was slightly tense, and he raised his head and looked silently at the portrait of the person who was about to grow tall, and took a deep breath.

This means that someone fills in black pigment.
Chapter completed!