Chapter 145:

Chapter 145
Bright colors make up complicated patterns, which spread from layer to layer in the center of the ceiling. Abstract patterns are intertwined and stacked, bringing a sense of visual dizziness.
Mo Yi noticed that the color of the top painting on the ceiling was a bit dated, and it seemed to be a bit old when it was covered with dust.
He blinked a few sour eyes, then propped up on the bed with his palms, and slowly got up.
The sight in front of him surprised Mo Yi.
He was in an extremely luxurious room at this time.
Underneath the body is a soft velvet bedding. The silk fabric is embroidered with delicate patterns, which feels like flowing water.
The room is in a magnificent Baroque style, with rounded curves decorating the semi-arched porches in the corners of the room, and the marble sculptures on the walls flashing pearl-like luster under the soft dark yellow light, hanging on all sides Oil paintings, heavy picture frames are hung on the wall, and heavy wood is faintly tangled with light golden silk.
Even if you don't understand Mo Yi, you can see how valuable this room is.
He turned over and got out of bed, and saw a dark red wax envelope in the top of the bedside cabinet.
Mo Yi's gaze was slightly hesitant. He reached for the envelope and looked at it carefully. The figure on the wax seal was a bit fuzzy. The round figure was intertwined with complicated lines, which seemed to be some kind of family crest.
He opened the envelope, and a delicate note fell out of it, with the inscription on it:
"Mr. Mo Yi,
Mr. De Klaus and his wife, Mrs. De Klaus, cordially invite you to their wedding ceremony three days later. "
-This turned out to be a wedding invitation.
Mo Yi raised her eyebrows slightly, turned to the back of the note, and gently touched the sunken dark lines on the back of the note with her fingertips.
Apart from that, there are no other valuable clues.
Mo Yi put away the envelope and invitation in her backpack, then stood up, walked to the only window in the room, and then looked out through the carved gold window.
The game hasn't started yet, the countdown in fluorescent blue hasn't appeared yet, and there's only an immense darkness outside the window.
Mo Yi tried to push the window, and some rusty window shafts made a squeaky crunch, sliding away without warning.
He couldn't help but hesitated a little ... This was the first time Mo Yi saw a window in the copy that could be pushed open.
Mo Yi leaned forward slightly, but he could only see a half-scale of the whole building, some old and obsolete walls and dry plants attached to it. Apart from that, only the grave-like darkness remained in the distance Peer silently.
He stood up straight, closed the window as it was, and turned thoughtfully toward the bed.
A dark shadow appeared in Mo Yi's afterglow.
Mo Yi's heart jumped fiercely. Just a moment ago, his erratic mind converged instantly. He suddenly looked up and looked in the direction where the shadow appeared—
I saw a familiar figure appeared in the field of vision.
I saw Wen Yan standing at the foot of the bed, and seemed to be looking with interest at an oil painting half hidden in the shadow cast by the bulging marble statue. The medium and complicated European style contrasts with the exterior.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and calmed down his undulating mood slowly:
"... You scared me."
Wen Yan Wenyan turned his head to look at Mo Yi, and the light-colored eyes showed a honey-like color under the ambiguous and dim yellow light in the room, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised:
"I thought you knew I would come in."
Mo Yi was speechless.
After all, he just came over from the vertigo brought by the game transmission, and for a while, he really didn't think of the need to "put it in" by the player in the copy.
He seemed to suddenly think of something, and asked, "Yes, according to the scene outside the window just now ... it seems that this copy is not a half-open type, how could the window be opened so easily? Is it the characteristic of this copy ? "
Wen Yan glanced at Mo Yi, and opened his mouth as if to say something, but seemed to think something, and pursed his lips hesitantly.
Mo Yi seemed to understand: "Punishment?"
He heard that the muscles in his face were tight and didn't answer.
Mo Yi actually didn't pay much attention to this problem, he waved his hand: "It's okay, anyway, I ..."
Wen Yan suddenly interrupted him, and said speedily, "There was a small problem in the game ... it has no time to take care of too many details."
Mo Yi Yiyi: "I'm not saying--"
Wen Yan looked away, the lines of her lips were straight, and her calm face seemed a little nervous.
Mo Yi frowned and whispered, "You're not allowed to do this next time."
He recalled the faint murmurs of the mechanical sounds he had heard in the system space before, and frowned thoughtfully-logically, the behavior of Wen Jiang's rescue of Jiang Yuanbai did not affect the game. It should be so long unless ...
Mo Yi broke away from his own thoughts, his eyes fell on Wen Yan's tight jaw, and he sighed helplessly. Finally, he put the matter aside and asked:
"Yes, what were you looking at just now."
Seeing that Mo Yi was not ready to pursue further, Wen Yan seemed relieved and replied softly:
"a painting."
Mo Yi's curiosity was aroused. He went to Wen Yan and followed his eyes to the oil painting hidden in the shadow of the pillar.
The thick and heavy dark picture frame is a pale red. The naked woman lies quietly in deep red velvet. The soft and undulating shadows and sharp color contrast impact the vision. The silk satin usually flows over the thin shoulders, flowing in the crimson fabric underneath.
Her eyes were closed, her face was calm, and she could not tell whether she was alive or dead.
Mo Yi frowned slightly, stepped forward slowly, and reached out behind the frame--
Some rough texture gnawed at his fingertips. He twisted the raised foreign objects behind the frame with two fingers, and then pressed slightly.
A yellowed note was pulled from behind the frame by Mo Yi, and a thin dust of dust floated out.
Mo Yi looked down at the messy handwriting on the note, and whispered the verse written on it:
"A headless corpse on a thirsty pillow
Like a small river
Flowing red and active blood, making the sheets like a ranch
So greedily drink it. "
Mo Yi froze, and looked at the oil painting again, and saw that the woman's pale and slender neck had a thin bloodline on her neck. The colors are intertwined, and the boundary between the two can hardly be distinguished.
He lowered his head and read the little poem on the note again.
Mo Yi frowned. He felt that he had a vague sense of familiarity with these lines, but he couldn't remember where he had read it.
Just then he heard the faint chaos sounding in the distance.
The weeping cry was mixed with impatient arguments, and passed through the thick door panels to the ears-everything was so familiar.
Mo Yi glanced at the closed door, then turned to look at Wen Yan, and asked:
"Do you still need to be invisible for this copy?"
According to the information Wen Wen told Mo Yi earlier, his appearance is likely to increase the difficulty factor of the copy, so he will follow him in an invisible form in the third copy, but according to the information just leaked See, the game does not supervise the operation of this copy very much, so Mo Yi asked Wen Yan's thoughts.
Wen Yan still stared at the oil painting on the wall. He quickly glanced at Mo Yi and replied:
"No."
Mo Yi nodded, preparing to stretch out the door of the room, only to hear that He continued to say behind him:
"... I'm interested in the subject of weddings."
Mo Yi: "..."
Wedding in copy? you sure?
He paused silently, then reached out and opened the door of the room.
In front of me is a long corridor. The decoration in the corridor is as gorgeous and luxurious as the room. The beautiful silver lamp arms on the walls are illuminated by dark yellow candlelights, which illuminate the spacious corridor.
The strange scent that Mo Yi asked when he woke up seemed to be more intense, spreading cold and sweet in the claustrophobic corridor, and could not help but hold his breath slightly.
Mo Yi and Wen Yan walked towards the place where the sound came.
At the end of the corridor was a huge staircase covered with dark red carpet, leading to the brightly lit first floor-Mo Yi realized that he had woke up in a room on the second floor.
At the end of the stairs, a group of people stood in pairs.
The violent quarrel that just passed into Mo Yi's ears has stopped. Only one year old girl is still standing in the corner wiping her tears and making a low whimper, which sounds strangely strange in this dead and luxurious house. In the other corner of the room stood a somewhat fortunate middle-aged woman, wearing a long dress and high-heeled shoes that were not suitable for sports, looking complexion, and full of hostility in her eyes.
It seems that the running-in period for newcomers and seniors has ended.
One of the seniors standing near the side of the stairs saw Mo Yi standing at the top of the stairs and shouted impatiently: "Hurry up! I'll wait for you."
He mumbled a few times, and then pressed the cigarette on the handle of the staircase. The dark glaze surface instantly left an ugly semicircular mark.
Mo Yi and Wen Yan came down the stairs, and the familiar mechanical girl rang:
"Hello, welcome everyone to STAYALIVE.
Your only task is to survive at Klaus House for nine days.
Here are the tips for you:
My heart is like a drunken lips,
The spring tide is stronger in the chest than the sun,
All taken away, what's left?
Terrible, my soul!
Only the faded sketch of that tricolor pencil,
Fade away in loneliness like me.
Every day is timed by this unjust old man,
Wipe the marks with thick and hard wings ... "
Mo Yi froze, he remembered where the little poem he had found behind the frame came from--
Like the poem in the hint, it comes from the poetry collection of Baudelaire, the flower of evil.
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