Chapter 187:

Chapter 187
Is everything before that ... a dream?
Mo Yi stared a little at the ring on his ring finger. The sharp rubies seemed to have blood flowing slowly in it, and there was a thick blood under the light. He blinked slowly, his mind was drowsy from just now. Awake in the state, the dark and dim look in the dark eyes slowly receded.
will not.
What he saw before was so clear and vivid that it couldn't be explained by simple dreams.
Mo Yi slightly twisted the ring at the root of the finger slightly, and the cold metal under his fingertips had stained the temperature of his finger, ironing the skin properly-if it is not a dream, then it is likely to be This precept instructed him to see the scene, but what Mo Yi did not know was that the scene he saw in that room was real-time? Or is it just a memory in the ring?
He slowly dropped the ring from his ring finger and looked at it in his palm. In my mind, I saw the unfinished oil painting I saw in that room before. In the picture, the woman's dark eyes stare out of the picture with emotion. The rose-colored face is bright and vivid. It is in the side hall. The protagonist of the hanging portrait-in this case, the second explanation is more feasible.
So ... did this ring let him see that it was the completion of this painting?
Mo Yi slowly tightened his fingers thoughtfully, and then reinserted the still-temperature ring into his pocket. Just as he stood up and was about to turn over to get out of bed, Yu Guang swept over himself before putting out the lights. Roses on the low cabinet by the bed.
The petals had withered as if they were lacking moisture, and even the flower stems were blushing with no vitality, and dark brown blood stains remained on the withered petals, which seemed to lose all vital corpses.
He reached out and picked up the withered rose, but it seemed to have lost all its strength as soon as it left the cabinet, and the petals that lost moisture and color on the branches fell down in a flash, contacting the ground It turned into powder, leaving only bare branches in his palm, looking stubborn and lonely.
There was light pressure on the shoulders.
Mo Yi turned her head slightly to the side, and happened to meet the sight of Wen Yan. The almost inorganic eyes seemed to contain some deep and silent emotions, which seemed to convey a wordless concern. Mo Yi closed his fingertips slightly, and threw the flower branch in his hand casually, then shook his head gently: "It's all right."
Before yesterday, he was not without loss and irritability.
However, after drawing the inference that the manipulator behind this copy is not a certain established rule as before, but another existence with the same intelligence as the players, Mo Yi basically knows why he is very It is difficult to find the key clue in the copy-because in the past he alone overcomes the obstacles fixed in the copy to find the clue, but now, there is another existence sitting opposite the chessboard, hiding the clue when Mo Yi is searching, or even irrelevant Critical clues came out to confuse his eyes and the other side was dark, and he was bright, which led to Mo Yi being inferior from the beginning.
That's why he feels that the clues in this copy are numerous and complicated, but he can't find anything that can reach the core of the copy ...
However, it is not hopeless now.
Because there are still some established rules in this copy, and Mo Yi and the other party have to be subject to the same rules. Now, his hope of coming back is pinned on these predetermined things. Only the player and the other party must find it. Only by obeying the rules can we get rid of the situation of being controlled by others, so that the two sides can finally play in the same position.
According to the last experience, no one will die in the third day. Although it means that the player is restricted in his own room and cannot move, it is also the day with the least manipulable change in the copy.
Mo Yi knew that the third day was a watershed, but he didn't know what to do.
So ... I can only act on it.
Mo Yi breathed out a long breath, and then put his legs on the ground and slammed hard. The whole person was bounced to the bed. The soft goose down under his body was swayed by his weight, and his legs were overlapping Bend your arms under the back of your head, and stare straight at the complicated patterns on the ceiling.
The bed beside him sank slightly, and Mo Yi turned his head to look at his side, only to see Wen Yan also lay beside him, learning his appearance, staring at the ceiling with the same posture, and found that Mo Yi cast After looking, Wen Yan looked over her cheek and smiled slightly:
"Why, can't I be lazy?"
Mo Yi laughed softly, and his chest slightly shook with the laughter: "I didn't say I was lazy."
Wen Yan leaned her elbows on her, and came over to kiss him.
He let Mo Yi's lips go, and kissed his forehead lightly again. The low voice was warm like fluffy cotton wool in the sun: "I think you should be lazy."
Mo Yi blinked, staring at the small image of Wen Yanqi's eyes with a smile on her lips:
"When things are over, maybe."
The mood in Wen Yan's eyes was unpredictable, and he narrowed his lips slightly, and sank himself with his cold cheeks, and said gently, "Okay, that's it."
Breakfast and the dress needed to attend the wedding were delivered like last time. Mo Yi was able to watch the strange and weird scene outside the door this time. He waited too long today. Patience is idle—In the time period before 6 pm, Mo Yi began rummaging in the room and searched for the corner that he might have left unsearched last time, but found no new clues.
Although not surprising, I still felt a faint disappointment in my heart.
At five thirty in the afternoon, a familiar knocking came from the door.
Mo Yi and Wen Yan had already put on the prepared dresses, walked quickly to the door, and opened the door that could already be turned—
The familiar face of the steward slowly emerged behind the door. Mo Yi crossed his shoulder and looked backwards, only to see that behind the steward had become the same vertical corridor as the last time, starting from the open door to the darkness. The depths stretched straight, silently leading to the unknown distance.
They followed the steward and walked along the corridor. The thick carpet absorbed all the footsteps. The darkness and silence like a grave wrapped the three figures. The repeated and monotonous scene could not help but feel a bit sleepy.
Finally, the butler walking in front stopped, the familiar brass door was displayed in front of him, the dim light printed the raised relief on the door with a light reflection, and the painful face of the man carved on the door stared in the darkness. With three people, the muscles of the half-naked body are stretched, and it seems that they are holding up with the strength of the whole body--
The steward's figure blocked the sight of Mo Yi's inquiry. He stretched out his pale and thin palms at Mo Yi, and his dark eyes stared at his face indifferently and indifferently. His voice was flat and without fluctuation.
"Please show your invitation."
Mo Yi took the gilded invitation from his pocket and handed it to the housekeeper.
The housekeeper took the invitation and opened it. After carefully examining it, Zai returned the invitation to Mo Yi's hand. The stiff face raised a courteous smile that was not bad as usual, and turned the door behind him. Push away--
"please."
The dazzling white light hit, and the pale hall slowly spread out in front of his eyes. Both the table and chairs and the curtain were extremely clean white. Mo Yi narrowed his stinging eyes and walked without stopping. Entering into it, the brass-colored door was closed behind him, and Wen Wen's figure was blocked out. A gentle kerala sound sounded behind him. Mo Yi knew that the pale color of the wall was brass. The colored door covered the sound, but he didn't look back, just walked down this lifeless hall.
He passed through the white veil that was blocking his eyes, and familiar scenes appeared before him.
At the end of a pale room was a shrine surrounded by blood-red roses, and the blood-stained carpets looked like blood that had not dried up, layered on top of each other, surrounding the entire shrine. All the seats beside him were filled with guests in black dresses, and then there were free seats in front of them.
Mo Yi did not rush forward this time, but began to carefully examine the guests of the marble statue one by one. He unexpectedly found that although all the marble statues were stiff and pale, but, All people's faces are different. Details from race to facial features are different, as if each is a different person.
Mo Yi remembered the player he saw turned into a marble statue, and an idea popped into his mind.
Couldn't ... every marble statue here ever be alive?
He slowly took a deep breath, and then slowly walked forward along the central road, watching the faces of everyone more closely as he walked-
Suddenly, Mo Yi noticed that the face of one of the marble statues turned out to be the maid who had guided him.
If my previous guess was correct ... then, have all the servants in this house ever been sacrificed? That is to say ... they used to be living?
He hesitated, and before he could do anything, he only heard the voice of the player coming from the front:
"Hey! Here! What are you waiting for!"
Mo Yi looked back, and he looked down at his watch: it was about six o'clock.
He walked forward quickly, found his place and sat down, then stared quietly at his dial, the hands ticked, and kept moving forward, just two minutes before six o'clock. , The door slowly opened, and then, the endless darkness swallowed the pale color, and attacked everyone with an unstoppable rapid momentum-!
The players around were no longer as panicked as before, but just closed their eyes quietly, waiting for the darkness to fall, waiting for the last purpose of the week to open.
Like other players, Mo Yi did not move.
He opened his eyes and fixedly stared into the depths of the darkness, seemingly waiting for something in general, the black spreading too fast, almost came to him in the blink of an eye, just a second before the darkness devoured him, Mo Yi Yi pushed hard with his fingertips and severely broke the glass ball he was holding at his fingertips. His dark eyes looked peaceful and indifferent.
Do not hesitate to move clearly.
-This is the first time he has used props in a copy.
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