Chapter 153:

Chapter 153
Mo Yi and Wen Yi stepped outwards. As soon as they entered the corridor, they only heard the thick bell sounding in their ears. The metal buzz resounded in the air, and it sounded uninterruptedly, hitting eleven times before stopping.
At this moment, the figures in front of them suddenly stopped moving forward as if the road ahead were suddenly blocked.
Mo Yi looked up and heard Wen Yan, the two quickly exchanged a look, and then quickly walked towards the front of the team.
Through the crowd, I saw a thin black shadow standing in the middle of the staircase winding downstairs, as if a slit torn out the light above his head stood straight in front of the people rushing downstairs, all around him. The aura is like an invisible wall that blocks the players' pace.
A straight black uniform, a snow-white shirt exposed from the cuff neckline, and a pale face like a corpse.
The haunted housekeeper did not know when he stood in front of the stairs and stared at the crowd with his black eyes like cave-like eyes. The pale face composed of uncomfortable features had no slight expression on it, which made people shudder. .
There seemed to be a faint vibration of the bell sounds in the still air.
The crowd let out their breath involuntarily.
I saw the steward slowly speaking, "Dear guests, it is time to rest. Tomorrow, Mr. Claus and his wife have prepared a wealth of activities for you, so please save your energy."
He slowly looked around the players in front of his eyes with black cave-like eyes, and added the words clearly: "Please stay in your room during the break, do not walk around the house at random, I wish you Good dream. "
After that, the steward gave a deep gift to the players who were like Cicada, and then turned and walked into the darkness. The thin figure was slowly swallowed by the rich darkness in the house, and even the footsteps gradually disappeared. It's all clean.
The players looked at each other.
In the end, Zhao Nan opened his mouth and broke the deadlock: "Then ... In this case, it is best to follow the NPC's prompts. Everyone go back tonight to see the paper notes behind the oil paintings in your room. The remaining clues will be closed tomorrow morning. Communicate after time is up. "
Everyone nodded in agreement.
The players gathered on the stairs slowly dispersed, and each walked towards their room.
Mo Yi and Wen Yan also stepped down the stairs and returned to their rooms along the corridor.
The door was closed behind, and the bright light in the room separated this independent space from the deep corridor. Since Wen Yan is not an official player in the copy, naturally he does not own his own room, so it is very Apparently the two had to share the only bed in the room tonight.
After a brief wash, Mo Yi threw his body onto a soft velvet bed, and felt that the fatigue he had experienced throughout the day was accurately reflected on the tight muscles at the shoulders and necks. It relaxes and gives a slightly astringent soreness.
He reached out and pressed his brow, his pale face was a little tired.
Wen Yan walked to the other side of the bed, reached out and turned off the light at the head of the bed, and the room was instantly enveloped by darkness.
Mo Yi only listened to the sound from his ears, and then felt the weight of the bed around him-the soft velvet mattress amplifies every trace of the bed to the maximum, and then passed it clearly.
Wen Yan's voice sounded in the dark, and the low voice seemed to be able to stir the faint vibrations in the air:
"good night."
Mo Yi replied softly: "Good night."
He opened his eyes with a fuzzy ceiling above him, not knowing why, after the darkness came, sleeplessness and drowsiness disappeared with the disappearance of the light, replaced by excessive nervousness-perhaps too upside down before entering the copy The work schedule finally began its long-planned counterattack and revenge. An excessive soberness occupied Mo Yi's mind, making him obsessive-compulsive in general recalling everything and every detail in the copy today, like Forced to stare at a slow-moving movie.
A slight white noise fills the eardrum. Mo Yi is familiar with the flow of his body. He knows that he is afraid that he cannot sleep tonight.
He adjusted his breathing, trying his best to create the illusion of going to sleep.
Immediately, in the darkness, Mo Yi heard the slight sound of crumpling and rubbing from the bedside, and then he felt something pressed against his eyes--
A cold, dry palm gently covered his face with irresistible softness.
Mo Yi froze and blinked slowly, the harshness brought by the eyelashes across the palm of the other was vividly amplified by the darkness.
The palm of his hand trembled inconspicuously with his movements, and the fingertips resting on his temples lightly rubbed his skin, and the sound of snorting came to his ears, with a slight lag in his voice. Husky:
"Close your eyes."
Mo Yi closed his eyes subconsciously, the palm that pressed on his face moved away, and the bed beside him made a clear creak under pressure, and both sides of the body sank slightly, then-what was cold The soft things pressed gently on his eyelids, and a gentle breath was sprayed on his forehead, bringing a slight wetness.
He opened his eyes and opened his lips a little, but no sound came out—in fact, Mo Yi didn't quite know what he wanted to say, but just stared quietly at the vague outlines in the darkness.
I only heard that I said above my head, "It's not good night."
He said nothing, but he didn't know why Mo Yi clearly knew his complete subtext-sleeping with his eyes open could not be called good night.
Mo Yi smiled slightly, raised his hand and pressed Wen Yan's neck, took him in his direction, then raised his head sloppily in the dark, and estimated and kissed loudly on his forehead:
"Thanks."
Maybe the fermented darkness was working, or the interruption by Wen Ming was working, the white noise disappeared, and Mo Yi soon fell into sleep.
Until the sound of the knock on the door awakened him from his sleep.
Mo Yi quickly broke away from sleep, and his nerves recovered tension and clarity as quickly as possible. He raised his wrist and glanced at the watch-according to the time of the current copy, it should now be half past seven.
A soft knock sounded again.
Mo Yi got up from the bed, walked to the door and pulled the door open. I saw a delicate and small silver basin on the ground. The basin was filled with hot water, and a towel was attached to the basin, which seemed to be for washing. He lowered the basin into the room and placed it on a small table.
He simply washed his hands in hot water, but felt that the feel of warm water in his hands was a bit wrong ...
The sticky and slippery sensation passed between the fingers, giving a strange disgusting feeling—
Mo Yi looked down at the small basin, and the water in the fingertip basin turned into a bright dark red, and the thick and stinky rust smell was spreading with the cold and sweet scent ... spreading slowly as if living ...
He was startled, and unconsciously pulled his palm out of the basin, took a few steps back later, and pulled away from the blood in that basin.
Wen Yan's voice came from behind him: "What's wrong?"
Mo Yi was distracted by his shouting, then lowered his head and looked intently at his hands: his hands were wet with water, shining brightly under the light, and he looked up to look at the silver basin. The bright red blood that had arrived at this time had completely disappeared, and only the transparent water splash stirred by his excessive movements.
……red.
Mo Yi seemed to think something, his eyes were dimmed.
He wiped his hands on the towel hanging by the basin, and then quickly walked to the painting in front of the door and looked carefully.
I saw that the thin blood band on the neck of the woman painted above had become close to the thickness of a finger, and it was deeply burned on her slender neck, a large swath of blood and her white and red. The naked body below The dark red sheets were mixed together, but the traces of blood this time were so heavy that they could be seen without discrimination, and there was a dripping light under the lights.
Wen Yan has now come to his side, looking at the oil painting along Mo Yi's eyes, and narrowed his eyes slowly.
Mo Yi went to his lips, but there was no smile on his face, and he said softly:
"It was black yesterday, and it looks like today's victim should be red."
At this moment, the door knocked again, and Wen Xuan walked over to open the door, and saw that there was a small tray on the ground like the last time, with delicate plates and silver covers— — It's exactly the same as yesterday's lunch.
Wen Yan picked up the tray and walked to Mo Yi, but saw Mo Yi's attention seemed to be attracted to him in the past, his eyebrows narrowed, and he stared intently at the oil painting. Light-this is a sign of what clue he found.
Wen Wen just lowered the tray quietly and stood beside him waiting patiently.
I saw Mo Yi slowly reached out his hand, and thoughtfully touched the thick and dark frame of the oil painting thoughtfully, then looked up sharply:
"follow me."
After that, Mo Yi hurriedly opened the door and ran out, Wen Wen followed closely behind.
The others had not left the room. The corridor was quiet as if it were still settled in the middle of the night. Mo Yi passed through the winding staircase and narrow corridor of the house, quickly passed the grand and bright hall on the first floor, then walked quickly towards the side hall.
His eyes were bright, his breathing was a little short, and he could almost hear his heart beating nervously in his chest.
Picture frame.
For all the oil paintings in the whole house, Mo Yi only saw four frames made of dark black wood around gold threads.
Two of the dead were hanging in the house, and one was in his own room.
In addition, there is another picture frame which is also the same.
The portrait in the side hall.
Wen Yan took a few steps forward, reached out and took off the lock hanging on the side hall door. The two pushed the door and walked into the room.
The cold air was spreading and stirred Mo Yi's bare skin into a thin layer of goosebumps. He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to tear off the white cloth covering the painting on the wall. .
The black wood frame entwined with gold wires was revealed-followed by the old cracked oil painting-
Mo Yi's heart shrank, as if he was squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.
I saw that the paint on the portrait in the painting was dry and withered, except ...
Her deep black eyes and ebony dark hair were as bright and moist as they had just been colored, and fell like a waterfall on the waist, flashing a charming light in the low light.
The two bright black eyes were inlaid on the face with blurred outlines, watching closely the Mo Yi standing in front of the painting.
This weird picture looks horrible,
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