Chapter 154

Mo Yi stared at the oil painting that was sunk in the hazy darkness, subconsciously holding his breath slightly, as if he was worried about disturbing something.

The blurry and cracked face in the oil painting looked back quietly at him, and the dark eyes were like deep black holes, like two emotional holes - an unpredictable gaze from the deep cold room as cold as a cellar.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and looked away.

Now, the clues that were scattered like beads were finally connected into a string by a clear clue. The veil that had been covered in this copy was finally lifted up by the wind, revealing a partially blurred outline.

So far, this copy is likely to kill people according to the color, killing players who have oil paintings representing the corresponding color in the room, and then dip them in the color of their bodies to complete the oil painting hanging in the hall, or to make it return to its former appearance.

Then, this oil painting must be the key to this copy.

Mo Yi looked at the oil painting quietly hanging on the wall again, and the woman with unclear faces in the painting.

So...will this woman be the bride? Could it be the Madame de Klaus who only heard of her name but had not seen her? If so? If the painting was not completely filled, would the wedding be held as scheduled in two days? - If not, who would she be?

Countless questions came immediately, and they were stuffed into Mo Yi's stomach like heavy stones, slowly falling into the depths with his thoughts.

Mo Yi took a few steps forward and looked closer to observe the portrait, his eyes moving inch by inch on the rough canvas, without missing any possible clues—

Finally, he raised his hand and gently stroked the lower right corner of the portrait, hiding a bulge under the faded and peeling pigment.

It was a circular symbol. Although Mo Yi could not see the specific patterns on it clearly, he was sure that this was the same pattern as what he found on the clothes of the deceased after the invitation.

Mo Yi frowned and stared at the strange pattern in entanglement.

Logically speaking, the patterns printed after the invitation should be the noble's family emblem, but on the day I entered the copy, Mo Yi never saw it in other places where the family emblem might appear - whether it was silver knife and fork embroidered tablecloths or expensive and luxurious decorations.

Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, a strange commotion suddenly sounded outside the room.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and was pulled back to reality by the vague voices outside the door. He turned his head and looked at Wen Chen, and then the two of them walked out the door together.

There were already many people gathered in the hall. They looked confused and uneasy, and were arguing with each other. No one noticed Mo Yi walked out of the side hall next to him.

Mo Yi walked forward, pulled someone casually and asked, "What happened?"

Although the man looked equally pale and panicked, he at least had not lost his language skills. He replied: "Another one died..."

Mo Yi's heart tightened and asked quietly: "Where?"

The player raised his hand and pointed to the second floor and said, "But I suggest you better not watch it-"

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yi walked quickly along the place he pointed to. As soon as he reached the second floor, he smelled a strong, even several times more bloody smell than last night.

I saw several people surrounding one of the corridors, but most of them did not block the door and look inward like last time, but stood in the corridor with a pale face.

The smell of blood became even stronger, as if it could almost condense into a solid body. Even Mo Yi couldn't help but feel a sense of physiological discomfort.

His brows frowned even tighter and he walked quickly into the open door.

As soon as he entered the door, the strong smell of rust fell towards him like a solid wall, which made Mo Yi's steps subconsciously stumble slightly. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and looked in the direction where the smell came.

I saw a human-shaped protrusion lying upright on the bed, but I could not recognize his former appearance at all.

It was like all the cells and capillaries under the skin were ruptured, and the gurgling blood overflowed from every pore on the corpse and flowed, dyeing the corpse from head to toe into bright red color. It was like a river, dyeing the entire bed, ticking along the sheets, and a large pool of blood was accumulated by the bedside. However, the snow-white nightgown on the corpse had no trace of being stained with blood, and floated purely in a deep river of blood.

——This explains why there is such a strong smell of blood.

Mo Yi turned his head and subconsciously looked for the oil painting near the door, and his eyes fixed on it.

In the black wooden frame wrapped in golden silk, there was a dying woman with pale breasts cut open, revealing her bloody and hot heart. Large areas of dazzling blood red dyed her naked limbs, a blood-stained hand raised high like a struggle, and the blue veins on the back of her skinny hands raised, like a dying bird.

red.

He took a deep breath slowly and withdrew his gaze.

The pale face walked from the other end of the room to Mo Yi, handed him a note, and said, "This is... the one found behind the oil paintings in this room."

Mo Yi took the note and saw a poem written in familiar scribbled handwriting:

"Like a trembling bird, I took out a bright red heart from his chest, and then, to fill my pet with contempt, I threw it to the ground with contempt."

Yes, red.

Mo Yi's eyes were slightly sunken, and he walked outside the room - the other players also got up one after another, gathered in the hall and corridor in groups of three or three. He looked around the crowd that had gradually calmed down and asked, "Have you all searched for the oil paintings in your room after you go back?"

The other players nodded, their faces pale and frightened, and then surrounded them like a tide, each holding a wrinkled and dusty note in their hands.

Mo Yi looked at each one by one - as he thought, the poems on each person's note symbolized a color.

However, the most confusing thing is that... not only red and white, but also black.

But two black players died yesterday.

Unless, this copy is not exactly a color per day, or... these blacks will have other uses besides filling that portrait?

Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his quiet black eyes gathered under his long eyelashes. He thought for a few seconds, then looked up and said to everyone:

"Come with me."

After saying that, he walked straight to the side hall when he came before. The players who were not sure looked at each other and had to quickly follow.

As he walked through the deep and dull corridor, Mo Yi heard the whispers of everyone coming from behind.

"... Have you been to this place?" "No, where are you?" "I didn't even notice this corridor here." "It's strange, so do I. The location of this place is obviously not remote..."

Mo Yi knew it clearly. It seemed that this room could not be discovered at will. If he had not found the side room along with the sound of the piano, he would probably turn a blind eye to the extra room here like others.

At this moment, he had already reached the end of the room. He did not lock the door again when he left the side hall, so Mo Yi just pushed it open. The cold breath spread instantly with his movements, making people tremble all over.

As soon as Mo Yi walked into the room, he paused slightly and looked straight at the end of the room.

The oil painting was quietly hung on the wall. The huge white cloth covered the oil painting, and the drooping wrinkles were carved with deep shadows, but Mo Yi remembered that before he left, he did not cover the white cloth again.

He took a deep breath, walked over slowly, and then reached out and pulled the white cloth down.

With a sound of shock, the white cloth was torn off with Mo Yi's movements, revealing the picture below.

Just now, the woman with black hair and eyes dyed was still standing quietly in the picture frame. Her beautiful lips were bright and rosy, as bright as if she had drunk blood. Her whole face was blurred and faded. Only her eyes and lips seemed to be re-dyeed. A pair of black hole-like eyes stared at everyone standing in front of the painting like a ghost fire.

The players standing in the room were silent, staring at the oil painting as if they were forced by some force to look away, as if the moths in the dark saw flames attracted all their attention by the dangerous and deadly thing.

Mo Yi slowly took a few steps back, and his fingers were sent slightly, and the white cloth slid from his fingertips to the ground, causing a scattered ball.

He stared at everyone, briefly said his guess, then paused and said solemnly:

"According to the previous rule, the next player who dies should be a red player, but, except that the oil painting is a clue, we don't know how this copy kills people, nor what order it is. So, I suggest that the hint words on the note are red, so it's best to deal with the oil paintings in your room."

Some players asked anxiously: "Are you sure? Will this work?"

Mo Yi's eyes stayed on him for a moment and replied, "I don't know. What I just said was just a suggestion. Whether to do it or not depends on you. After all,... the consequences of the action are you who bear it yourself."

In a crisis-ridden copy, you never know what choice you have made, or decide to ring the death knell for yourself, and every move may contain murderous intent.

It is no one knows whether it is a blessing or a disaster to deal with the oil paintings in the room. Players with the keywords white and black can still wait, but... the red players cannot afford the consequences of inaction, so they either take a risk or pray that they will not be the few that dead.

Although most players were scared, they were not so stupid that they didn't know how to choose.

Seeing everyone walking out the door with great thoughts, Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and followed him with a serious expression.

To be honest, one of the reasons he decided to share this information was that he did not want the players to die too many people in the first three days, which made the subsequent dungeon unable to proceed. Another reason was that... he was testing.

You know, it was not a few minutes before he entered the side hall last time, and the butler drove him away.
Chapter completed!