Chapter 145

Bright colors form complex patterns, spreading layer by layer from the center of the ceiling, and abstract patterns are intertwined and stacked, bringing a visual sense of dizziness.

Mo Yi noticed that the color of the top painting on the ceiling was a bit old, and the dust was covered with a layer of gray color, which seemed to be a bit old.

He blinked his slightly sour eyes, then supported the bed with his palms and sat up slowly.

The scene in front of him surprised Mo Yi.

He was in a very luxurious house at this time.

Below the body is a soft velvet quilt, and the silk fabric is embroidered with exquisite patterns, which feels like running water when touched.

The room is in a grand Baroque style, with round curves adorning the half-arched columns in the corners of the room. The ridged marble sculptures on the walls flashed with pearly luster under the soft and dark yellow lights. Oil paintings were hung on the walls, and heavy frames were hung on the walls, and heavy wood was faintly wrapped with light golden silk threads on them.

Even Mo Yi, who doesn't know this, can see how valuable this room is.

He turned over and got out of bed, and saw a dark red wax-sealed envelope on the small cabinet at the head of the bed.

Mo Yi paused slightly, and he reached out to pick up the envelope and looked at it carefully. The figures on the wax seal were blurred, and the round figures were wrapped around the inside of the complex lines, which seemed to be some kind of family emblem.

He opened the envelope and a delicate note fell out of it, which read in floral words:

“Mr. Mo Yi’s honor:

Mr. de Klaus and his wife, Ms. de Klaus, sincerely invite you to the wedding of the two three days later.”

——This turned out to be a wedding invitation.

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, turned to the back of the note, and gently touched the dark patterns sunken on the back of the note with his fingertips, as if it was the same shape as the wax seal.

There are no other valuable clues other than that.

Mo Yi put away the envelope and invitation in his hand and put it in his backpack, then stood up, walked to the only window in the room, and looked out through the carved gilded window pillar.

The game has not started yet, the countdown of the fluorescent blue has not yet appeared, and there is only a vast darkness outside the window.

Mo Yi tried to push the window, and the rusty window shaft made a harsh crunch and slid out without warning.

He couldn't help but be slightly stunned... This was the first time Mo Yi saw that there was a window that could be pushed open in the dungeon.

Mo Yi leaned forward a little, but could only see a half of the corners of the entire building, some old walls and dried plants that were climbing on them. In addition, only the darkness like a tomb was peering quietly in the distance.

He stood up straight, closed the window as it was, and turned thoughtfully toward the bed.

A black shadow appeared in Mo Yi's after light.

Mo Yi's heart thumped violently, and his mind, which had been a little erratic just now, instantly calmed down. He suddenly looked up in the direction where the black shadow appeared-

I saw a familiar figure appearing in my field of vision.

Wen Chen was standing at the foot of the bed, as if he was looking at an oil painting half hidden in the shadows cast by the marble statue bulging on the wall. He had a slender figure, sharp facial features and clear outlines, which looked particularly contrasting with the complex and gorgeous European style in the room.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and slowly calmed down his ups and downs:

"...You scared me."

Wen Chen turned his head to look at Mo Yi, his light-colored eyes showed a honey-like color under the ambiguous dark yellow light in the room, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly:

"I thought you knew I would come in."

Mo Yi was speechless.

After all, he had just experienced the dizziness and relief caused by the game transmission, and he really didn't remember that Wen Chen needed to "put in" through the players in the dungeon.

He seemed to think of something suddenly and asked, "By the way, according to the scene outside the window just now... it seems that this copy is not a semi-open type. How could the window be opened so easily? Could it be the feature of this copy?"

Wen Chen glanced at Mo Yi, and opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but he seemed to have thought of something and pursed his lips hesitantly.

Mo Yi seemed to understand something: "Punishment?"

Wen Chen's face was tight and there was no answer.

Mo Yi didn't care much about this issue at all, so he waved his hand: "It's okay, I..."

Wen Chen suddenly interrupted him, and spoke faster and said, "There was a small problem in the game. It now has no time to take care of too many details."

Mo Yi was stunned: "I didn't say--"

Wen Chen left his eyes, his lips were straight, and his calm face seemed a little nervous.

Mo Yi frowned and whispered: "You are not allowed to do this next time."

He recalled the faint noise in the mechanical sound he had heard in the system space before, and frowned thoughtfully - it is logical that Wen Chen's behavior of rescuing Jiang Yuanbai should not have had such a lasting impact on the game, unless...

Mo Yi broke free from his thoughts, his eyes fell on Wen Chen's tight jaw, and sighed helplessly, finally letting go of this matter, and asking:

"By the way, what were you looking at just now."

Seeing that Mo Yi seemed not ready to continue pursuing, Wen Chen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and replied softly:

"A painting."

Mo Yi's curiosity was aroused, and he walked to Wen Chen and looked at the oil painting hidden in the shadow of the pillar according to his gaze.

In the thick and gloomy dark frame is a pale and red. The naked woman is lying quietly in the crimson velvet. The undulating shadows of the soft body and the bright contrast of color impact the vision. Her long black hair crosses her thin shoulders like a piece of torn silk and flows into the crimson veil below her.

Her eyes were closed and her face was calm, and she could not tell whether she was alive or dead.

Mo Yi frowned slightly, slowly stepped forward, reached out and touched the back of the picture frame-

Some rough texture hurt his fingertips. He used two fingers to twist the raised foreign objects behind the frame, and then used a little force.

A yellowed note was pulled out from behind the frame by Mo Yi, and the fine dust floated out.

Mo Yi lowered his head and identified the messy handwriting on the note, and whispered to read the poems written on it:

"A headless corpse on a pillow that quenches thirst

Like a small river

The red and active blood flows out, making the bed sheets look like a ranch

Drink it greedily."

Mo Yi was stunned and leaned closer to observe the oil painting again. He saw a thin bloodshot stranded across the woman's pale and slender neck. The more shiny red sticks to the dark red velvet's undulating wrinkles spread. The blood and the color of the fabric were intertwined, and the boundary between the two was almost impossible to distinguish.

He lowered his head and read the poem written on the note again.

Mo Yi frowned. He felt that he seemed to have a vague sense of familiarity with these lines of poems, but he just couldn't remember where he had read it.

At this moment, he heard a faint sound of chaos sounding in the distance.

The shallow crying sounds mixed with impatient arguments, which were transmitted to my ears through the thick door panels - everything was so familiar.

Mo Yi glanced at the closed door, then turned to look at Wen Chen and asked:

"Do you still need to be invisible in this dungeon?"

According to the information Wen Chen told Mo Yi before, his appearance may increase the difficulty coefficient of the copy, so he followed him in an invisible form in the third copy. However, according to the information revealed by Wen Chen just now, the game is not very strict in the operation of this copy, so Mo Yi asked Wen Chen about his thoughts.

Wen Chen was still staring at the oil paintings on the wall. He quickly glanced at Mo Yi and replied:

"unnecessary."

Mo Yi nodded and was about to reach out and pull open the door of the room, but only heard Wen Chen continue to say behind him:

“…I’m quite interested in the theme of wedding.”

Mo Yi: "..."

The wedding in the copy? Are you sure?

He paused speechlessly, then reached out and pulled open the door of the room.

In front of you is a long corridor, the decorations in the corridor are equally gorgeous and luxurious as in the room, and the beautiful silver lamp arms on the walls are illuminated by dark yellow candles.

The strange fragrance Mo Yi asked when he woke up seemed to be even stronger, spreading coldly and sweetly in the confined corridor, making people breathe slightly.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked towards the place where the sound came one after another.

At the end of the corridor is a huge staircase covered with dark red carpets, leading to the brightly lit first floor. Mo Yi then realized that he had woken up in a room on the second floor.

At the end of the stairs, a group of people stood in groups of three or three.

The violent quarrel that had just reached Mo Yi's ears had stopped. Only one girl from the age of 20 was still standing in the corner to wipe her tears and making low whimpers. It sounded particularly strange in this dead and luxurious house. In the other corner of the room, there was a middle-aged woman with a fat face, wearing a long skirt and high heels that were not suitable for sports, with a blue face and a hostile look in her eyes.

——It seems that the running-in period between newcomers and veterans has ended.

A senior man standing near the stairs saw Mo Yi standing at the top of the stairs, and couldn't help but shouted impatiently: "Hurry up! Hurry up! I'll wait for you."

He murmured and cursed a few times, then pressed the cigarette butts on the stairs to remove the dark glaze surface, leaving an ugly semicircular mark.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked down the stairs, and the familiar mechanical female voice rang:

"Hello, welcome to the large-scale live escape game - stayalive.

Your only task is to survive in Klaus' house for nine days.

The following are tips for you:

The lips that attracted my heart to be fascinated by

The spring tide in my chest that is stronger than the sunshine,

Take them all away, what's left?

It's scary, my soul!

Only the faded sketch of the three-color pencil,

It gradually disappeared in loneliness like me.

This unjust old man is every day by time,

Use thick and hard wings to wipe the marks…”

Mo Yi was stunned. He remembered where the poem he found behind the picture frame came from.
Chapter completed!