Chapter 154:

Chapter 154
Mo Yi stared at the oil painting in the dim darkness, holding his breath subconsciously, as if worried about what was disturbing.
The fuzzy and cracked face on the oil painting looked back at him quietly, the dark eyes were like deep black holes, as if two caves without feelings-cast an inexplicable glance from the depth of the cold room like a cellar.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and looked away.
Now, those scattered bits and pieces are finally connected by a clear clue. The veil that has been covering this copy has been lifted up by the wind a little, showing a part of the fuzzy outline.
So far, this copy has a high probability of killing people by color, killing players in the room representing oil paintings of the corresponding colors, and then dipping the colors on them to complement the oil paintings hung in the lobby, or-- Let it regain its former appearance.
Well, this oil painting must be the key to this copy.
Mo Yi looked again at the oil painting that was silently hanging on the wall, and the woman who was indistinct in the painting.
So ... will this woman be a bride? Would it be the Mrs. De Klaus who had only heard his name and had not seen him? If so? If the painting is not completely filled, will the wedding be held as scheduled two days later? -If not, who would she be?
Numerous questions followed, like a heavy piece of stone, coldly tucked into Mo Yi's stomach, and his thoughts slowly fell into the depths.
Mo Yi stepped forward a few steps, looking closely at the portrait, his eyes moving on the rough canvas inch by inch, without letting out any possible clues--
In the end, he raised his hand and gently stroked the lower right corner of the portrait, hiding a bump under the faded and peeling paint.
It was a round symbol. Although Mo Yi could not see the specific pattern above, he was sure that it was the same pattern he had found on the invitation and the clothes of the deceased before.
Mo Yi frowned and stared at the weird pattern entangled.
Theoretically, the ornament printed on the invitation should be the noble family crest, but on the day when he entered the copy, Mo Yi never saw it in other places where the crest might appear. Pass it-whether it is silver cutlery embroidered tablecloths or those expensive and luxurious decorations.
Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, a strange commotion suddenly sounded outside the room.
Mo Yi froze, and was pulled back to reality by the faint voice outside the door. He turned his head to look at Wen Ye, and then the two walked quickly towards the door together.
Many people had gathered in the hall. They looked puzzled and uneasy. They were arguing with each other. No one noticed that Mo Yi stepped out of the side hall.
Mo Yi stepped forward and casually pulled a person and asked, "What happened?"
Although the man looked the same pale and panicked, but at least had not lost his language ability, he replied: "Another died ..."
Mo Yi's heart was tight, and he asked calmly, "Where?"
The player raised his finger to the second floor and said, "But I suggest you better not watch--"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Yi quickly walked along the place he was pointing at. As soon as he reached the second floor, he smelled a thick, smell several times more than last night.
I saw several people in one of the corridors, but most of them didn't stop at the door and look inside intently as they did last time, but stood in the corridor with pale and blue faces.
The smell was even stronger, as if almost able to condense into an entity, even Mo Yi could not help feeling a physical discomfort.
He frowned even tighter, and walked quickly towards the open door.
As soon as he entered the door, the heavy rust smell came down like a solid wall, making Mo Yi's steps subconsciously stagnate. He raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose and looked in the direction of the smell.
I saw a human figure lying upright on the bed, but he couldn't recognize what he used to be--
As if all the cells and capillaries under the skin were ruptured, the blood of the cricket was flowing from each pore of the corpse without stopping, flowing swiftly, dyeing the corpse from head to toe to a bright red color, like a river Generally, the whole bed was wet with fresh blood, ticked down along the sheets, and a large pool of blood pooled around the bed, but the snow-white nightdress on the body did not have any traces of blood stains, and floated in pure whiteness in a deep blood river. among.
-This explains why there is such a strong smell.
Mo Yi turned his head subconsciously in search of the oil painting near the door, his eyes fixed on it.
I saw a dying woman in the black wood picture frame wrapped with gold wire. The pale breast was cut open, revealing a blood-red heart, and a large dazzling blood red stained her red. Bare limbs, A blood-stained hand was lifted high as if struggling, and the blue tendons on the back of the skinny hand were like dying birds.
red.
He slowly took a deep breath and took away his gaze.
Pale-faced Zhao Nan walked to Mo Yi's side from the other end of the room, handed him a note, and said, "This is ... found behind the oil painting in this room."
Mo Yi took the note and saw a poem written in familiar scribble writing:
"Like catching a quivering bird, I took a red heart from his chest, and then, to feed my pet, I threw it to the ground with contempt."
Yes, red.
Mo Yi's eyes dimmed and he stepped out of the room-other players also started to rise one after another, gathered in the halls and corridors in twos and threes, he looked around the crowd that had gradually quieted, and asked: "Have you searched for oil paintings in your room since you returned?"
The other players nodded, looking pale and terrified, and then the tide came around, and everyone held a crumpled, dusty note.
Mo Yi looked at them one by one—as he thought, the verse on everyone's note symbolized a color.
However, the most confusing thing is ... not only red and white, but also black.
But yesterday two black players have died.
Unless, this copy doesn't exactly die in the same color one day, or ... will these blacks have other uses besides filling that portrait?
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his quiet black eyes closed under his long eyelashes, he thought for a few seconds, and then looked up and said to everyone:
"follow me."
After that, he walked straight to the side hall where he came before, and the players who didn't know each other looked at each other and had to follow quickly.
As he walked through the dark and dim corridor, Mo Yi heard whispered comments from everyone behind him.
"... Have you been to this place?" "No, how about you?" "I didn't even notice that there was this corridor" "Strange, me too, obviously this place is not remote ..."
Mo Yi knew for himself that it seemed that this room could not be discovered at will. If he didn't find the side hall along the sound of the piano, he would probably ignore the extra room like other people.
At this moment, he had already reached the end of the room. He hadn't locked the door again when he left the side hall just now, so Mo Yi just opened it with a slight push. The cold breath spread instantly with his movement. It was so cold that people shivered.
As soon as Mo Yi walked into the room, he made a slight pause and stared straight at the end of the room.
The oil painting was hung quietly on the wall. The huge white cloth covered the whole painting, and the creases were deeply shaded, but Mo Yi remembered that he did not cover the white cloth back before leaving.
He took a deep breath and walked slowly, then reached out and pulled the white cloth down.
With only a bang, Bai Bu was ripped off with Mo Yi's action, exposing the picture below.
Just now, the woman with only black hair and eyes stained stayed quietly in the picture frame. Lips with beautiful outlines were bright and ruddy, bright like drinking blood, and the entire face was blurred and faded. Only the eyes and lips were as if Re-dyed like a rejuvenation, a pair of black hole-like eyes stared at all the people standing in front of the painting as if they were burning with ghosts.
Players standing in the room were trembling, as if forced by some force to look away, staring at the oil painting tightly, as if seeing a moth in flames in the dark, by that dangerous and deadly thing Attracted all the attention.
Mo Yi slowly took a few steps back, his fingers moved slightly, and the white cloth slid to the ground from his fingertips, and he fell into a ball.
He stared at the crowd, briefly stated his guess, and then paused, saying solemnly:
"According to the previous rule, the next player to die should be the red player, but except for that oil painting as a clue, we don't know how this copy killed the person, nor in what order, so, I suggest that the hint words on the note are red and it's best to dispose of the oil paintings in your room. "
A player hurriedly asked, "Are you sure? Will this work?"
Mo Yi's gaze stayed on him for a moment, and he replied, "I don't know. What I just said is just a suggestion, whether or not to do it, and how to do it depends on you. After all ... the consequence of the action is your responsibility. "
In the crisis-ridden copy, you never know what choices you make, or you decide to ring the death knell for yourself, and every move may hide murder.
It is a blessing or a curse to dispose of the oil painting in the room. No one can wait for the keywords of white and black, but ... the players of red can't afford the consequences of inaction, so either try it out or pray for yourself It wouldn't be a fraction of that.
Although most players are scared, they are not stupid enough to know how to choose.
Watching everyone's minds wandering toward the door, Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, followed the steps, and looked a little dignified.
To be honest, he decided to share this information, one of the reasons was that he didn't want the players to die too many people in the first three days, making the subsequent copies impossible, and another reason was ... he was trying.
You know, the housekeeper kicked him out a few minutes before he entered the side hall last time.
And this time, he brought all players into the side hall, and even exposed the oil painting to everyone, but ... from the beginning to the end, the housekeeper did not appear.
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