Chapter 147

Mo Yi paused and turned his head to look behind him.

I saw the butler at the open door at some point. In the darkness, he could only see the blurred facial features on his pale face. His deep eyes were like two black holes, staring at him coldly.

Mo Yi let go of the corner of the white cloth in his hand without any trace, turned around, and said without changing his face:

"I'm just going around casually."

The cold voice of the butler came from the darkness not far away:

"I'm very sorry, the servants in this room have not been packed yet and are not suitable for guests. Please move to another room."

Mo Yi looked around the room, and the pale fabric was quietly covered with high or low furniture like a shroud, standing silently in a rich darkness, which made people wonder if there was something quietly peeking under it.

He withdrew his gaze, walked towards the door, and asked as he walked:

"But... I seemed to hear the sound of the piano coming here just now?"

The housekeeper turned sideways to make way for his door, staring at Mo Yi with black eyes tightly, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his pale face, and it looked like he was wearing a cold mask:

"You probably heard it wrong. The piano in this room has not been passive for a long time."

Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes slightly and replied calmly: "Is that so...that may be because I'm hallucinating."

He and Wen Chen walked out of the side hall one by one, and the wide and warm corridor adjusted the cold temperature in the side hall, and the cold breath like a stone cemetery was replaced by the sweet and greasy smell again.

Mo Yi walked forward slowly for a few steps, then suddenly thought of something, and asked casually:

"By the way, do you know who can play the piano in this house?"

The housekeeper replied in a polite tone that was no different from the one just now: "Sorry, I don't know."

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and still didn't let go of this question. He further asked: "What about your employer? Do the de Klaus and his wife can't play the piano?"

There was almost no change in the cold and pale face of the housekeeper, and he replied in a respectful and estranged tone: "I am very sorry, as a servant, I should not argue with my employer, and I hope that my respected guests will understand."

His answer was like a wall of iron, and there was almost no mistake or omission.

Mo Yi nodded slightly and stopped asking:

"Okay, I'm upset."

After saying that, he passed by the housekeeper and walked with Wen Chen in the direction of the long corridor.

Before they were about to return to the hall, Mo Yi subconsciously turned around and looked behind him.

The thin and gloomy butler was still standing in the same place, watching Mo Yi and Wen Chen's backs, and his dull face vaguely dissolved into the darkness in the side hall. He could only vaguely see the pale white cloth in the quiet open door of the side hall.

Seeing that he might not be able to go back in a short time, Mo Yi took a deep breath and then stepped into the brilliantly lit hall. The exquisite marble statues and the arched porch all showed the rich financial resources of the owner.

This Klaus House is obviously very big. Even if more than twenty players poured into it, it was still quiet as if only the two of them were in it. They could not hear the movements of others at all. The dead silence made people feel uneasy.

Mo Yi lowered his head and gently stroked his knuckles absent-mindedly, as if thinking about something.

Wen Chen stepped forward, stopped beside Mo Yi, and then asked softly:

"what's on your mind?"

Mo Yi looked up at him and said thoughtfully: "When I asked the butler if anyone could play the piano here, he directly answered that he was not clear. However, when I asked him if his master could play the piano, he said that he could not argue with his master..."

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "So?"

Mo Yi pursed his lips and said word by word: "He can obviously use the same answer to swear me, but he doesn't."

He stared at Wen Chen and said slowly: "Why?"

Wen Chen stared at him quietly without answering, and Mo Yi didn't care. He just looked away and his eyes fell subconsciously on the entrance of the corridor where they had just left. His dark eyes were inexplicable and he curled his lips without a trace:

"……interesting."

Wen Chen's eyes slowly moved downward and fell on the raised curve of Mo Yi's light-colored lips. The color of a pair of light-colored eyes deepened slightly, and the raised Adam's apple moved gently.

Mo Yi noticed Wen Chen's excessively scorching gaze, retracted his gaze, and asked inexplicably:

"What's wrong?"

Wen Chen turned his head instantly, looked elsewhere concealedly, and said calmly: "...it's nothing, it's just that, you're thinking..."

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows: "Hmm?"

There was still no unnecessary expression on Wen Chen's face, but the tip of his ears turned a little red. He clenched his fist and placed it on his lips, coughed gently twice, and said in a voice that was so light that he could hardly hear it, "...it's pretty good."

Mo Yi never expected Wen Chen to be so straightforward in the dungeon. The sudden praise made him feel a little embarrassed. His face became slightly hot and he replied subconsciously: "...Thank you."

As if he realized that his answer was a bit strange, Mo Yi paused, thought about it, and added with some uncertainty:

"……The same to you?"

Hearing this, Wen Chen's eyes widened slightly and turned his head to look at Mo Yi. The heat on his ears had spread to his cheeks. His pale face and cold facial features seemed to be vivid in an instant. He curled his lips gently, and his light-colored eyes stared at Mo Yi tightly: "Say it again."

Mo Yi turned his head unnaturally and changed the topic: "Have we not been to that direction yet? Let's go there and take a look--"

Before he could finish his words, he strode towards the direction he had just pointed, his rapid pace a little messy.

The curve of Wen Chen's lips still showed no sign of disappearing. His eyes were staring at Mo Yi's back with bright eyes, and then followed.

The two spent the next half hour searching the entire hall, but they found nothing except to have a further understanding of how luxurious the house was.

The huge and thick bell rang again, echoing in the empty and curved dome of the house, and whistled for a full eleven moments.

It was time to meet with other players before. Mo Yi and Wen Chen stopped to search meaninglessly, and the other players also returned to the hall one after another and met under the stairs.

Everyone gathered together to give a simple self-introduction, and then began to summarize the clues that each player found in the house. However, since the separation was not long and the house was really outrageous, everyone basically had no particularly valuable gains.

**—The veteran player who had previously proposed to act separately—looked down at the watch on his wrist and said, “Now it’s almost time for lunch that the butler mentioned just now. It’s better to try to follow the schedule in the dungeon. Now we’d better go back to the room where we woke up and wait. If there is no other arrangement, we will gather here at this stairs. What do you think?”

His suggestion was reasonable, and everyone nodded and agreed, and then they dispersed.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen also walked up the stairs. Before they were about to turn, Mo Yi's eyes unconsciously crossed the hall where there was already basically no one, and then paused slightly.

Wen Chen, who was walking on the other side of him, stopped and turned his head to look at him.

Mo Yi frowned slowly, staring at the two marble portraits with different movements and shapes at the closed door-

For some reason, he seemed to feel that the faces of the two cold marble statues... seemed to have changed directions?

He finally took a deep look at the two lifeless stone sculptures, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen and whispered:

"It's okay, let's go."

The two walked up the stairs, and then followed the previous path towards the room where Mo Yi woke up.

Mo Yi pushed open the door, and the familiar scene in the room caught his eye, but the wrinkles and traces he had once lying on the soft and luxurious bed had disappeared without a trace, smooth as if the windless surface of the lake was on the lake. It seemed that someone took the opportunity to come in and make the bed when he left.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then walked into the room, and Wen Chen followed closely behind.

The door slowly closed behind them, blocking the dim yellow candlelight in the corridor outside the door, and locking up silence inside the house.

Mo Yi walked to the frame where he found the note and stood still, and then stared quietly at the dead woman in the oil painting.

I don't know if it was his illusion... He always felt that the thin blood on the woman's pale neck seemed to become much clearer and clearer.

Just then, a gentle knock on the door sounded from the door—three gentle and polite knocks.

Mo Yi walked to the door and opened the door. The door of the room was empty, with only a silver tray placed right at the door. The delicate small plate and small bowl were covered with a small silver lid, and next to the utensil was placed a small note of paper, which seemed to be written on it.

He leaned his head and looked outward. The long corridor was silent, without any moving figures.

Mo Yi bent down and picked up the tray, then turned around and walked into the room.

He put the tray on the table, then reached out and picked up the small note on the tray-

The light goose yellow paper strips were written in dark blue ink, and they were seen as:
Chapter completed!