Chapter 166:

Chapter 166
Mo Yi froze, turned his head and Wen Yan looked at each other, then stood up to the door.
Sure enough, this time the door handle can be moved again--
Just listening to the creak, the door opened inward with his pulling force, and the gap between the door gradually expanded. Mo Yi felt the cold wind blowing from the door, like the last breath of a dying person. Passing his bare neck, he shuddered involuntarily.
-There is a corridor outside the door.
The soft carpet of dark red is stained with a light yellow light by the delicate wall lamps in the corridor, surrounded by high baroque ceilings and walls, and a tray is quietly placed on the floor of the doorway, which is brand new Dresses, but other than that, everything looked very familiar.
Is this ... back to normal?
Mo Yi frowned in doubt, and walked across the floor tray.
When he really stood in the corridor, he discovered that something was wrong, and he saw that the corridor that should have extended to the distance was devoured by the thick darkness, and there was no way forward or backward. The corridor in front of him seemed to be suspended in the deserted void. Like it, only the cold, silent wind came slowly from the void.
Mo Yi's eyes were slightly heavy, he stared deeply into the darkness in front of him, then retracted his gaze.
It seems that waiting until six o'clock this evening is the only way.
He bent down and raised the tray on the floor, turned and walked towards his room.
The door slowly covered the corridor again, and Mo Yi closed behind with a click.
Mo Yi drew up the dress on the tray and looked at it: its flowing fabric was night-like pure black, without any slight mottle, and there was no extra decoration and pattern on the whole dress, even in his eyes It was a little plain to go up, not to mention compared with the dress provided for the ball last night-Mo Yi rubbed his finger on the soft cloth of the clothes, and gently cut the fine stitches across the clothes-but the workmanship and fabric Still the same luxury and upscale.
He threw the dress casually onto the bed, then looked down with his arms in his arms, unable to help but be a little bit surprised.
If the wedding is to be held at 6pm this evening, then the black and white and red colors should be assembled .... In this case, the only white color should have been completed. It may be that the copy is isolated between the player and the player today. Kill the player with the white oil painting hanging in the room when you come, but there is another possibility ...
You know, in the ballroom last night, the player died and turned into a marble statue.
Whenever the player is killed in accordance with the color, the player's body will become the corresponding color, such as the coke-like body after the fire burns, or the body that overflows with thick blood as if a lot of bleeding under the skin, then ... white means Will it be the pale white after the player becomes a marble statue?
If so, the petrochemicals in the ballroom last night would be selective ...
Mo Yi still remembers that there were eight or nine players who did not bring invitations last night. Four players died because they lost their invitations, while three players were implicated because they did not have a dance partner ... then those who died because they lost their invitations Players are not random copies, but selective.
He now regrets that he didn't pay close attention to the fact that the players died during the dance last night.
After all, Mo Yi once read all the player's notes and remembered them clearly. If he has paid attention, it is very easy to check in right now, and he doesn't have to linger between these two possibilities now. Uncertain.
He stretched out his hands and squeezed the bridge of his nose, and sat down beside the bed.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi felt a cold finger on his temple. He opened his eyes and fell backward.
Sure enough, a cold embrace with a touch of pine forest caught him.
Wen Yan bent down and touched gently between his eyebrows, then adjusted his posture to make Mo Yi's pillow more comfortable.
Mo Yi raised his eyes and stared at him. From his perspective, he could only see the beautiful jaw and neck curve of Wen Yan's beautiful lines. At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and asked:
"By the way, do you know why when the first player was petrified last night, other players who did not dance were not petrified? After all, the music was already sounding."
Wen Yan lowered his head slightly—this time his lips came into Mo Yi ’s sight—while he was about to answer, Mo Yi interrupted him:
This question probably has little to do with the entire copy, I ’m just curious. ,If you……"
Wen Yan smiled lowly and replied, "It really doesn't matter much, so it doesn't matter if I reveal it."
Mo Yi stopped talking.
I heard only that I explained: "There are two sets of rules. One is to kill a player without an invitation every time a new song starts, and the other is to kill a player who does not dance at the beginning of a dance song. The first set The rules came into effect when the song was changed for the first time, and the second set of rules came into effect after the marble statue was in a dance position. After all, it was a slaughter rather than a survival that started to make the rule effective without any prompting.
Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully, then propped up on the bed beside her, and brushed her soft hair over Wen Chi's chin. Whispered:
"That's it." It wasn't much different from the guess in his mind.
Mo Yi glanced down at his wrist watch-less than an hour later.
He took a deep breath, and asked, "So ... are we really going to be locked in this room until 6 pm?"
Wen Yan reached out and gently touched his chin, his voice answered lowly:
"Unfortunately ... yes."
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