Chapter 152:

Chapter 152
Black is all right. What about the other two colors?
And, the most important question now is, is such a painting only available in the player's room selected by this copy as the first victim? Or do all rooms have it?
If it is the first case, now Mo Yi knows that the oil painting in his room represents red, then there must be an oil painting in another room representing white, and then he will choose a victim among them. And if it is the second case, then there are three kinds of oil paintings instead of three separate ones, so the next target of the copy will be more difficult to estimate.
Mo Yi stared at the messy still life on the oil painting.
He turned to the big bed where the corpse was lying quietly, then looked down and looked carefully for any clues that he might have missed before--
At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to notice something, his eyes stayed on the upper body for a long time.
The body was wearing a white nightdress.
You know, this dead player is a newcomer, so she can never enter the copy with a nightdress designed for her to change at night. Even if a nightdress that can be changed at night is prepared in the room, it is rarely popular. To put it on directly-after all, this is in a crisis-ridden copy.
Well, this nightdress is likely to be replaced after her death.
Mo Yi reached out and touched the pajamas worn on the body. Silk-like texture flowed at the fingertips, and the decoration on the edges of the pajamas was exquisite and gorgeous, which was obviously expensive.
He looked closely at the fabric of the skirt under the light.
I saw the snow-white silk surface flashing a faint shimmering light as his movements changed. It seemed to be embroidered with a less clear circular pattern, and it seemed ... it was exactly behind the invitation Design of family crest.
Mo Yi lowered the corner of her nightdress, and her dark eyes flashed a thoughtful look.
He looked up, looking for something in the room—
Now that the player is wearing a nightdress that does not belong to her, where is her own clothes?
As Mo Yi began to search in the room, suddenly a scream came from his ear.
The sound was weakened by the deep and silent corridors in the ancient house, and passed through the thick and ancient walls to the ear, sounding like a sharp hissing that shattered a distant dream.
Mo Yi froze, exchanged a look with Wen Yan, who was not far behind him, then turned and ran out.
The sound seems to be uploaded from the floor.
The two ran in the direction of the sound. Just after running up the stairs, they saw several players around the door of a room with a wide open door, and probed into the room with a probe.
A faint smell lingered on the nose.
Mo Yi slowed down, slowly walked to the door of the room, looked through the player standing in front of him, and looked into the room.
The luxurious and extravagant decoration in the room looks as if it has been stained with an ominous death gas. The cold temperature in the room spreads out along the open door. Goosebumps.
From this angle, the big bed in the center of the house can be seen with a human-shaped outline.
Mo Yi split his mind, carefully listening to the intermittent description of the new man who found the body, and sorted out what happened in his heart--
This player did not go and watch with other players when she found the first body just now, because she was too timid, so after hearing the noise, she just hesitated to the door and stopped, just dare to stay Listening for the sound outside the door near the door panel, until the noise disappeared did not relax.
And just then, across the door gap, she smelled bloody. When she opened the door and peeked tremblingly, she found that the door of the opposite room was open, and she ventured to look closer ... died.
Mo Yi turned his head and glanced behind him-indeed, these two rooms happened to be door-to-door.
He no longer focused on listening to the incoherent description of the newcomer because of sobbing, but separated the crowd and walked to the bed, looking down at the corpse carefully.
The corpse is a male corpse, which is basically the same as the previous one. He also wears a white silk nightdress. The skin exposed from the nightdress is wrinkled and scorched, and he can hardly see the original In appearance, the bed underneath was stained with blood to a thick black color, exuding a strong smell.
Mo Yi reached out and touched the surface of the bed-the touch was slightly dry, and the blood on it was obviously solidified.
There is a high probability that it will be the same time as the last dead body.
Mo Yi stooped and pulled up a corner of the nightdress, changing the angle slightly under the light-the silver-white round dark lines were looming.
He put down the cloth in his hand, then turned around and walked quickly to the entrance of the room. He stared at the oil painting hanging on the wall of the room, and saw the dark ocean in the storm and the dark and dark blue on it. The thunder and thunder danced violently, each brushstroke was delicate and dynamic, and almost the viewers could smell the cold and salty tide on the ocean.
Mo Yi reached out and touched the canvas, then looked at his fingertips, a trace of black wet stains on his fingertips.
His gaze was heavy.
At this moment, another vocal noise came into the ear, Mo Yi turned his head and looked around, and saw another wave of players also found the scene, swarming around-and Zhao Nan and Li Hopefully listed.
Mo Yi's eyes were calm, his eyes glanced indifferently at the comer's body, and then he regained his gaze.
And those who watched the reaction of the people who passed before were far less calm than Mo Yi. Zhao Nan's eyes paused on Mo Yi, and then quickly moved his eyes back awkwardly, leaving Li Wang at the end of the crowd. His pale fingers were holding his still red and swollen fingers, his eyes dodged and he did not dare to look directly at Mo Yi, but only occasionally a vicious and vicious glance at the invisible angle.
Wen Yan was standing beside Mo Yi, his cold eyes were covered with shadows, like a shadow of silence and a strong sense of existence. He stared at the scene in front of him, and narrowed his eyes coldly, the whole person was angry. The field became dangerous and gloomy, as if it were a sharp blade that could be sheathed in the next second.
Mo Yi didn't look at him, but just reached out and gently held the back of Wen Yi's cold hands.
The warm and dry palms fit with the cold skin, and you can almost feel the undulations and touch of the inner texture of the warm palms.
Wen Yan was slightly stunned, the skin tightly stretched on the cheekbones and the muscles on the contours of the face seemed to soften instantly, the gloom enveloping the body was diluted, he lowered his eyes, and returned to the shadow of silence again.
But the fingers hanging on the side quietly caught Mo Yi's hand that was about to be pulled back. The cold and slender fingers were inserted into Mo Yi's fingers, and then fastened firmly on the back of the hand. The gap between the palm and palm was The filling is full, each silk line and the undulations of the muscles are bitten together like a gear.
Mo Yi earned and did not break away, he simply went with him.
Anyway, even the cabinets are out now, and it's too late to pull away in front of everyone.
Mo Yi's face was calm and calm, thinking of a broken jar.
After talking to the still-weeping newcomer for a couple of minutes, Zhao Nan went to the bed and carefully observed the body on the bed, frowning in confusion.
Mo Yi suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at the oil painting behind him, and unconsciously fumbled with the free hand behind the frame for a while-a familiar note fell in his palm. Wrinkled and dusty.
The people standing next to him were shocked by his sudden movements, and couldn't help focusing his eyes on Mo Yi.
Mo Yi glanced down at the note, he was already familiar with the handwriting on it, and did not bother to recognize the above verse:
"I'm going to bury my intoxicated head into this black ocean covered with sea."
Sure enough-"black".
Zhao Nan also noticed Mo Yi's movement, hurriedly strode over, and then hesitated to stop a few steps away, seeming to consider what he wanted to say.
Mo Yi was too lazy to talk with him, folded the note roughly and threw it to Zhao Nan.
Zhao Nan didn't think of his sudden action, and the words of his exit were stuck in his throat, so he only managed to reach out and catch the slowly falling note, his face looked a little embarrassed for a moment.
Mo Yi leaned the center of gravity of his body on Wen Yi's shoulder and said lightly:
"You all go back and look at the note hidden behind the oil paintings in your room. The copy should be based on this killing."
He thought about it and added: "At least from now on."
Everyone couldn't help but startled, a layer of cold sweat appeared on their backs, watching Mo Yi like a monster.
Mo Yi raised an eyebrow and said:
"So ... what are you still watching me do?"
The crowd couldn't help but be shocked, and immediately came to understand, and then rushed to their own room in fear.
Zhao Nanyou stunned for a while, then whispered to Mo Yi, "That ... thanks for your clue, the previous thing ..."
Mo Yi ticked his lips: "It's okay, don't worry about it."
Zhao Nan nodded hurriedly at him, and then ran towards the door following the figure of the other players. The anxiety that he had just tried to hide floated on his cheek, and hurriedly ran to see the death note hidden behind the oil painting in his room.
Mo Yi and Wen Yi were left in the room soon.
Wen Yan turned to look at Mo Yi, frowned in doubt, and broke the silence: "I thought you weren't going to tell them?"
The slight smile on Mo Yi's face disappeared like ice in the sun, leaving only the unpredictable calmness of the deep sea. He nodded:
"Yes, but ... things are different now."
The appearance of the second deceased now proves his second conjecture-this kind of oil painting like a notice of death is not only three, but multiple, but the three-color sketch has only three colors, so each color The distribution and quantity are uncertain. Instead of groping one room at a time, let the players move by themselves and then wait for the clues to come to the door.
After all ... when players find that they can't interpret the content behind the note, they will naturally seek his help.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes fell quietly on the door where dark and light meet, his face was peaceful and indifferent.
Plus ... according to the progress of other players now, I am afraid that most of them will die before finding a copy of the killing law, which is very detrimental to the development of this copy later.
The wedding will take place two days later, and the surviving time stipulated by the copy is much longer.
And this incident always makes Mo Yi feel faintly disturbed.
However, no matter how the situation changes, the wedding two days later will be a huge node, which is beyond doubt.
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