Chapter 180:

Chapter 180
Mo Yi froze, and carefully recounted the number of players gathered in the lobby-indeed there was no shortage of one person.
how come……?
He retracted his gaze, his eyebrows tightened slightly, and the buzzing and talking of players in his ears quickly swept across his ears like a breeze, and his brain quickly organized to build the general possibility-if the copy The rule that death will stain oil paintings has not changed, so what must have happened to allow the black paint in oil paintings to be replenished ... Will it be a player? If a player dies, then ... what would it be to fill the crowd now?
Mo Yi remembered the sweet paint poured from the head of the housekeeper who was smashed yesterday.
Could the death of the butler also paint the portrait?
Mo Yi blinked, regained his divergent thoughts, and quietly listened to the whispers of the players next to him. People seemed to chatter a lot more than a few days ago, and everyone was a bit distracted-they also found out The total number has not changed, and even the time for newcomers to enter the copy is not short. No one will hold unrealistic delusions and hope that the game will be a good heart. The current calm has caused panic.
Now everyone is wondering if the player next to him is still himself.
The depressive atmosphere of suspicion spreads around everyone, and the dark and depressed people can hardly breathe.
The commotion began to rise slowly in the crowd, as if the pitched strings were mixed into the normal sonata, gradually affecting all instruments and parts, and the emotion of distrust was occupying everyone's heart, and the crowd was noisy The sound began to heat up, just like the rising pressure under the pressure cooker, waiting for a small touch to release all the depressed panic and negative emotions
Mo Yi's secret road is not good, but he hasn't had time to speak, and the situation in front of him has changed instantaneously without warning, as if the sudden gathering of storms caught him off guard for a moment--
I don't know who rumors spit out from the mouth quickly began to explode in the crowd, like cold water dripping into the pan, then the despair and fear that have been accumulated since the beginning of the copy turned into anger from the eyes of everyone Mouth oozes and stirs fiercely in the air. Fanaticism infects everyone as if there is no cure for cancer, turning them from humans who can think independently into beasts that are governed only by their own emotions. No one but me believes that we can only protect ourselves by instinctively attacking everyone around us.
Mo Yi's hunch from this copy finally happened.
There are too many people in the copy. This mass panic will spread to everyone. Instead, large-scale internal strife and mutual attacks will occur. This has happened several times before, but they were suppressed in time. Coming down, plus the time it took for everyone to enter the copy was not long, and it was not swallowed by fear and irrationality, but this time is different ...
The players around them started arguing desperately, as if venting their depressive despair and fear into angry language and venting them with their voices. They began to attack everyone around them for no reason, counting every doubt that may exist on the other side. Almost made them themselves convinced that panic increased by a geometric multiple, and more and more gathered in the atmosphere around them.
With allegations of venting and panic, and a vicious attack that made Mo Yi's ears hurt, he frowned, but glanced inadvertently--
The hidden corners of the lips are dark and pleasant to conceal, as if a vicious flower blooming in the mud.
His gaze was stagnant, and he stared at the smiling man's face—Li Wang.
Li Wang noticed Mo Yi's gaze and turned his gaze to him. The smile on his lips had not yet converged, but slowly widened.
Immediately thereafter, Mo Yi began to hear some clear and clear allegations in the crowd:
"... Why did you come so late at tea yesterday afternoon? Where did you go?"
"Yeah, yeah, and I remember he didn't show up when he was supposed to meet yesterday morning."
"It was also him who first found the body before." "I don't often see him in the house" "Me too" "And the side hall with the oil painting was also the one he took us to, why is he? Maybe I know so much, and have you found that oil painting room this week? "" No, "" I don't have any "...
What was originally a small, whispering argument began to gradually enlarge, turning into a sword, gun, and halberd and attacking Mo Yi in general. Everyone's skeptical eyes seemed to finally find a direction and turned towards Mo Yi. No matter whether it was accused of others People or accused people began to turn to him, becoming more excited in order to wash out their suspicions, frowning as if to see the enemies of this world, as if placing such a crime on other people can guarantee their own Safety.
Although it has never been taught this way, everyone knows that it is only when they follow the emotions of the people that they are the safest. This is like a rule that is imprinted in the human soul in a subtle way, only in times of crisis Only to be excited, burst into turbulent sounds and red angry eyes.
Their false accusations and logic with countless loopholes build a false paper house. As soon as they are immersed in water, they will turn into rotten crumpled paper and stick on the dirty floor wetly. But it was built over and over again with words and emotions as if it were the truth, as if it were the anchor of the storm, and it became the fulcrum that they would not be overwhelmed by.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his face calmly stared at the distorted faces of the crowd. The dark eyes were unshakable, as if the person they were accusing was not himself, but other strangers.
He shrugged coldly, then said softly, "Oh."
But Wen Wen, who was standing beside Mo Yi, was not so calm.
His eyes sank slowly, a pair of light gray eyes glowing with an inorganic luster under the light, of which the mist was flowing slowly, and the cold seemed to be able to seep out the ice dregs, as if the cold-blooded animal was dangerously threatening, outline The deep and sharp features with aggression that is hard to look at directly make almost everyone who has been stared at by him feel the coldness and pain as if by a sharp blade.
Wen Yan slowly took a step forward, and his whole body seemed to spread to the surroundings in an instant without restraint. The eyes felt sore and the pressure of the throat was pressing heavily on each player's heart, as if forced to stand The suffocation and palpitations from the top of the cliff swept away instantly.
Mo Yi suddenly found that the voices of the players' accusations seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, especially the few players closest to him, began to tremble gently, the pupils narrowed, and cold sweat was oozing vaguely on his forehead, as if something was on his throat. The intangible thing was choking, unable to speak, and his eyes were staring closely at him--
He realized something and turned his head to look at Wen Yan who was standing beside him.
I do n’t know if it ’s an illusion. Mo Yi seemed to see a faint mist spreading from the body of Wen Yan, spreading with the cold breath of death in the dead corner of his eyes. He glanced at the paleness of Wen Yan hanging on his side. His finger moved slightly, and he quickly reached out and held his hand.
The fingers in the palm are as cold as ice cubes, every muscle of every inch of skin is tense, and trembles in the palm of Mo Yi, which seems to contain some horrible power, roaring and destructive emotions.
Mo Yi rubbed the back of Wen's hand with his thumb, then clenched it comfortably--
He felt the cold fingers in his palm seem to move slightly, his tight muscles and skin relaxed subtly, Wen Wen turned his head and looked at Mo Yi.
Mo Yi finally saw Wen Zheng's face.
I saw that his eyebrows were heavily depressed, and the masseter muscles were swelled by force, and the original fierceness of choosing people was spread between the tight eyebrows.
When he thought that his silent dissuasion was useless, the next second, Wen Yan slowly took a deep breath, the unstable factors in his eyes seemed to be under control, and the terrible desire for destruction in the deep gray was slowly The ground was replaced by a stable and cold color, and the light and hazy mist slowly dispersed around him. He finally glanced coldly at the crowds who showed fear, then stepped back and stood beside Mo Yi's side.
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his eyes to look at the crowd. Indifference and contempt no longer concealed in his eyes, as if the players in front of him were insignificant ants. Glancing at Li Wang and Zhao Nan, who stood on the edge of the crowd, then turned to Wen Yi and said, "Let's go."
No one stopped them.
No one dared stop them.
When they saw the figures of the two people disappeared from sight, the remaining players looked at each other face to face, and then found that everyone was as pale and cold as they were, as if they had just escaped from the inhuman fear. , Their voices trembling with unbelievable tremors:
"I thought ... I was going to die."
Mo Yi pulled Wen Yan to the other corridor of the house, and threw the other players away. He stopped until it was determined that no one could hear and see himself again.
Wen Yan frowned and looked cold, as if the emotion had not yet disappeared, he asked:
"Why stop me?"
Mo Yi asked, "Why do you want to punish them?"
Wen Yan raised his eyebrows, bloodthirsty coldness appeared in his eyes again, and the corners of his tight lips did not have the slightest temperature: "They are slandering you."
His voice was cold and serene, and the corners of his lips slowly evoked a cold arc. He reached out and touched Mo Yi's side face, saying seriously: "Even if you kill all, it does not matter. The game is in this regard Never restricted me. "
Mo Yi's eyebrows began to condense. He grabbed the palm of Wen Yan's cheek and said:
"No."
Hearing for a while, he asked with some doubt: "Why? I thought you never cared about them."
Mo Yi nodded: "Yes, I don't really care about their life and death. No matter whether they are killed by the copy or by any other thing, I have no touch or objection."
After all, after opening the storyline, most players will also die in the copy that changes suddenly, and care about their lives is as ridiculous as Mo Yi to let him give up thinking.
He took a long sigh and said slowly:
"But I didn't come into the copy this time, and ..."
Mo Yi stopped for a while, and his eyes flashed with Wen Yan's incomprehensible expression. Semantics seemed to imply something. Wen Yi could not help but faint a moment, remembering that Mo Yi said to Jiang Yuan before entering this copy. What Rou said-he said that he wanted to verify a guess.
Wen Yan calmed down from the emotion just now, held Mo Yi's palm backhand, inserted his fingers into the gap between the fingers, and then slowly tightened, letting his cold palm and Mo Yi's palm fit tightly. It fits as if every silk texture is deeply sinking into the undulating texture of the other's skin, and his face finally becomes calm and gentle.
Wen Yan whispered, "Do you have any ideas?"
Mo Yi shook his head helplessly: "You know I can't say."
He narrowed his eyes slowly, his dark eyes were obscured by long eyelashes, his expression was unpredictable, and he said gently, "But what I can say is that things are going well, and this copy is guessing to my heart Verification is very helpful. "
Wen Yan nodded, and then continued to ask, "Are you still looking for hidden branches for this copy?"
Mo Yi smiled: "Look, why not?"
He blinked at Wen Yan, his expression became a bit relaxed, but the thoughtful look in the dark eyes still accumulated deep in the eyes, looking like the smooth rocks left by the black lake receding: " Only by finding the hidden branch of the copy can we get closer to the depth of the whole copy and help me understand the entire game further. "
Wen Yan nodded, and his pale eyes stared at Mo Yi deeply. He touched his cold forehead to Mo Yi's, and touched it slightly, and then pulled away. He said in a deep voice:
"Whatever you want to do, please tell me if I need to do it, even if it has a price, it doesn't matter."
The corner of Mo Yi's lips slightly lifted, his eyes warmed slightly: "Okay."
After a brief exchange, the two turned and walked out. The dark corridor around them looked illusive and long under the dim light. The foot was covered with thick and soft carpets. They stepped on silently. Mo Yi asked as he walked:
"What does a copy generally look like from your perspective?"
"Uh ..." Wen Yan followed him, he groaned, and then slowly responded: "... these copies are a bit like movies I watched a long time ago. I am vaguely aware of their appearance, but I cannot know the specific plot and details. When I go through it, I will have an impression of what may happen next, but in general it is like being covered with a layer of veil , The harder the copy, the thicker the veil, the harder it is for me to think about what might happen next. "
Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully, and did not continue to question.
When they walked back to the lobby, they found that the other players were gone, and they seemed unwilling to face Mo Yi and Wen Yi who might return at any time. Only two people in the lobby seemed empty.
Mo Yi looked around, and then chuckled coldly. At this moment, he seemed to remember something suddenly, and turned to Wen Yan, saying, "Yes, I know why the total number of players is not small."
He took the fragment of the mirror out of his pocket and said, "Before they started to point their finger at me, I took the opportunity to look at each of their faces in the mirror while they were busy attacking each other, in the crowd. One person is a marble statue, his eyelids are white in the mirror, but there is only one, but in general black will have two victims, so I guess the housekeeper I killed before may replace one of them . "
Hearing Mo Yi mentioned something just now, Wen Yan's eyebrows darkened again unconsciously, he slowly took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and asked, word by word: "What are you going to do? do?"
Mo Yi stretched out his hands without any warning and pinched Wen Yan's tight face again, watching his expression that was a little stunned because he was caught off guard, and said with a chuckle, "Don't get excited, I'm not going to do anything."
Wen Yan's expression collapsed in disappointment.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly: "I also want to know what it wants to do, how could it have been pierced so early."
He smiled, his expression lightly relaxed:
"Furthermore, I am very hostile, and I just want to see what interesting things happen between those players and this dummy."
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