Chapter 161:

Chapter 161
The food on the delicate plates was delivered to the table like running water, and the melodious air was quietly flowing with melodious music, and the crisp clink of cups and plates rang in the table.
Mo Yi drew a sip of amber wine from the glass and looked around the room without any trace.
I saw the lean figure of the housekeeper standing in the shadow near the door, a pale face hidden in the darkness, and it would be almost impossible to find his existence without looking carefully.
And all the players at the table seemed a little absent-minded. Although the color and aroma of the food in the porcelain plate were particularly attractive, maybe too much happened today, so most of the players didn't seem to have an appetite, just mechanically. Use the knife and fork in your hand to cut the contents of the plate, and then cut the small pieces into the mouth.
Mo Yi retracted his gaze and glanced across the door of the room inadvertently.
The shadow near the door was shrouded in rich darkness, but it could still be seen that there was no one there.
He froze and blinked slowly, for a moment he couldn't believe his eyes.
Obviously ... the housekeeper was still here.
Mo Yi instantly remembered the housekeeper who disappeared at supper yesterday. Although he was not in the room at that time, he saw the housekeeper closing the door of the banquet hall at the door to see him last night.
He thoughtfully pressed the glass to the lip, but did not drink it.
Although Mo Yi was really curious where the housekeeper had gone and what he did during the time he disappeared, but in the current situation, he would like to know what he could do during this time ...
Mo Yi lowered the glass in his hand, reached for the male servant standing by, and asked softly:
"Do you have whiskey?"
The servant nodded respectfully. After turning around and leaving for less than half a minute, he returned with whiskey. Mo Yi raised his hand to pick it up, but his elbow inadvertently touched the silver knife to the ground and issued it on the carpeted floor. With a dull sound, the manservant bent over to pick it up, but was stopped by Mo Yi, and calmly replied, "I'm coming, you can get another one."
The servant stared at Mo Yi for a long while with dark eyes, then turned back and walked to the locked glass cabinet in the corner of the room to get a clean pair of knives and forks, and skillfully replaced Mo Yi.
Mo Yi picked up the dirty knife and handed it to him.
The waiter's eyes slowly turned around on the table, and there seemed to be no abnormalities, so he politely took over the dirty knife and fork in Mo Yi's hand, bowed respectfully, and then backed back to just now The place waiting stood quietly.
Mo Yi was over his body, and with a look of whisky on his lips, he took a sip of his lips, subconsciously raised his eyebrows, wiped his napkin, and spit the liquor in his mouth.
He put the glass back in place, then pushed the glass a little further with his fingertips without leaving a trace.
Wen Yan naturally reached out and brought the glass of whiskey to himself, pushing the fruit wine that belonged to Mo Yi in the past.
Mo Yi whispered in a very light voice, "... Did you get it?"
Wen Yan nodded slightly, a touch of cold touched the back of Mo Yi's natural side, and he raised it to take it—it was a silver table knife with a blade wrapped in a thin napkin.
Mo Yi quietly took the table knife, hid it against his arm in his sleeve, tightly wrapped it against the skin, and wrapped it in the cuffs of the Victorian dress. The dripping water covered up by the presence of water does not leak.
I'm afraid this copy will make it difficult for players to take things out of the room so easily. At the same time, Mo Yi asked Wen Ye before, due to the limitation of the copy itself, Wen Ye couldn't actively participate too much, and put the tableware cabinet directly. Although it is not impossible to open it, it will cause a certain degree of copy backwash-so he played a little tricks to reveal some omissions or bad intentions, so that the waiter can focus all his attention on himself, Wen Wen could take the opportunity to secretly take something away when the servant opened the door to pick up the new tableware, so that instead of actively invading, he just drilled a hole.
A series of exquisite dishes were brought to the long table and placed in front of everyone. After everyone ate the main dish, the maid immediately brought the dessert after the meal.
Time passes quickly like this, but so far, the progress of this dinner is not much different than before.
Mo Yi frowned secretly, raised his eyes in a circle around the room-the housekeeper still didn't return, everything seemed to be peaceful and peaceful.
The other players were obviously a little impatient, and the atmosphere started to get a little restless.
Sitting on the other side away from Mo Yi, Li Wang's complexion is the most obvious. He stretched out his hands and pulled the tight bow tie tied by himself, and then called a male servant, enough that everyone else could listen. The volume asked, "So what are you going to do tonight? It has to be so uncomfortable for us to wear--"
The man's face was stiff and pale, but his tone sounded mild and polite: "There's a ball tonight, sir."
prom……?
Mo Yi froze for a second before realizing that someone had asked his question out of the mouth. The servant heard the sound of the player and said with the same respect: "Yes, from tonight Initially, Mr. de Klaus and Mrs. de Klaus will hold a three-day grand ball for their newlyweds, and they will lead you after dinner. "
Everyone looked at each other, and each saw the same daze in each other's faces. Everyone bowed their heads and unknowingly ate the food on the plate. After ten minutes, blurry came through thick walls and closed doors Bells.
The bell struck a full eight times, and Mo Yi glanced down at his watch-it was exactly eight o'clock in the evening.
The manservant who had just explained came up and took everyone who had already eaten dinner for a long time and walked deep into the room.
In the deep part of the room is a tall brass-colored door with delicate reliefs painted. It is difficult to see clearly in the dim light. The manservant reached out and pushed the door open. Mo Yi's gaze passed through his shoulders to the door Look inside.
The walls and ceiling are deep dark red tones. The bright red carpet on the ground looks like a velvet texture under the light. The whole room is as if immersed in blood, as if everything is blood red, spacious room. There is no window inside, and the low ceiling makes the entire room look depressing and closed, breathless.
Several white marble statues were scattered in the room, standing in different corners in different shapes, and even a pale red was reflected on their pale bodies.
The whole room looked weird-but besides that, it has all the leisure and luxury goods needed for a high-end social prom salon, whether it is wine or delicate food.
The man-servant stood at the door, bent down deeply, and gestured inward, but the players were a little hesitant, watching the weird atmosphere in the room for a moment and dared not come forward.
The player does not move, the servant does not move, and the two sides stand still as if the sculptures are still. The atmosphere is tight and silent.
Finally, Zhao Nan gritted his teeth, and he was cruel, took the lead to walk in, and other players followed him into the room.
When the last player entered the room, the brass-colored door closed slowly, and the melodious music sounded as if inductive, but Mo Yi looked around the room and couldn't find any music. People, but the music sounded so clearly in my ears, as if playing in the room.
The players stood quietly in the room, looking at each other in a loss.
One player whispered, "... What now?"
Zhao Nan appeared and wasn't sure. He took a deep breath and replied easily: "Take a step and look at it."
Suddenly, at this moment, Mo Yi seemed to notice something. He stepped into the room, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the nearest marble statue.
The stone statues in front of them are different from those outside the door. Their muscle texture is not prominent or fit, their faces are not deep, and their movements are not as artistic as the other marble statues in the house. And ... Knowing why, Mo Yi always felt familiar with the marble statue in front of him.
Just then, he suddenly stumbled, and then turned around and silently counted the number of marble statues in the room:
One, two, three, four ... a total of four stone statues.
A total of four players have died in these two days-is this a coincidence?
While he was observing, suddenly, an exclamation came from behind him, and an unusual riot rang in the crowd.
Mo Yi was startled, turned his head and looked behind him. I saw a player standing next to the door was screaming in a panic, but his limbs couldn't move the slightest, and he could only see the blue tendons on his neck because of the force And raised, his face turned red, his eyes spit out, he shouted in despair: "Save me! Save me! I can't move!"
The paleness visible to the naked eye began to spread from the soles of his feet, and the sound of Karakora sounded in the suddenly quiet room. From the calf, thigh, waist, to the chest, everything became hard and pale, and I could not help feeling shudder.
But within a few minutes, a living player in front of him turned into a marble statue.
Everyone was stunned and stunned.
Mo Yi frowned contemplatively, hurried forward, and tentatively knocked on the shoulder of the player who turned into a marble statue.
The cymbal sounded.
Behind Zhao Nan was a half shocked and angry voice: "... what the are you doing? Do you have any-"
Mo Yi frowned impatiently and said coldly, "Shut up."
The short two vocal words with an irresistible sense of oppression made Zhao Nan's involuntary sound.
Mo Yining listened carefully to the music at his ears—changing a tune, it seems that it was changed when the player started petrification.
He turned his lips tightly, and just raised his eyes, he couldn't help but stare slightly.
I saw the four marble statues in different shapes just now, I don't know when they changed their postures at the same time-they stood stiffly, facing the crowd with that pale, colorless hard face, pale eyes and eyes cold Looking at everyone, it looked weird and terrifying.
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