Chapter 156

Mo Yi was stunned, and quickly supported the wall beside him with his hands and stood up with difficulty.

Then before he could stand up, his eyes went dark. It was all about Wen Chen holding his arm and not falling directly to the ground. He took a deep breath, stood up with Wen Chen's strength, closed his eyes hard, and then felt that the dizzy feeling gradually dissipated a little.

Mo Yi patted the palm of Wen Chen's hand that was afraid that Wen Chen would put on his arm, and said in a hoarse voice: "...I'm fine."

After saying that, he pushed Wen Chen's support away, and then walked out the door in the direction of the sound.

As soon as the door was opened, the noisy and noisy sound blocked outside the door rushed towards him instantly. Mo Yi subconsciously frowned, reached out and pressed his temple that was painful, and then walked out.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the cold air was penetrated by the fine and dense smell of rust, falling down heavily.

Mo Yi couldn't tell whether the smell came from him or from other directions in the corridor.

Until he saw the scene before him through the shoulders of everyone.

I saw a woman lying on the ground in the corridor covered in blood, covered with turbid and rich blood, as if every pore on her body was flowing outwards, and the sticky dark red liquid penetrated into the heavy carpet in the corridor, sticking the soft long hair on it into strands, almost blending with the brown-red background.

Unlike other dead bodies, she was not wearing a snow-white nightgown this time, but wearing her original clothes, soaked in layers of blood into a wrinkled texture, tightly stuck to her body.

Moreover, she did not die in her room, but in the middle of the corridor.

The faces of the people surrounding the corpse were solemn and depressed. Some veteran players began to whisper to ask if anyone saw the incident happening, but they got a negative answer.

Although the player died in a bright public place, no one witnessed the incident.

Mo Yi frowned tightly and stared at the corpse that looked particularly miserable. He noticed that the woman's posture was very different from the other dead.

The other dead were lying in their bedrooms, like martyrs, with their arms open and their limbs calm and peaceful.

But this player is not... She seemed to have experienced painful struggles before dying, her limbs were tight and twisted, and her whole body was tightly pressed against the carpet in a strange posture.

Generally speaking, regular ways of dying in dungeons are rarely changed very easily.

It is not just a simple pattern, but more like a disease that is forced to cycle, a deeply rooted obsessive behavior disorder.

And now, this pattern has been broken.

It is like adding disorder and chaos to order and rules, which makes Mo Yi feel a little uneasy.

He looked up and pinched his nose bridge, forcing his brain to become clear, then turned his head to look at the player standing beside him, and asked, "Which room is the dead player?"

Everyone looked at each other for a while, then one of the players raised his hand hesitantly and pointed to the direction of another corridor, and replied with a sound like a mosquito: "It seems that it is the first one there..."

Mo Yi nodded and walked with Wen Chen in the direction pointed by the player.

As soon as he entered the door, Mo Yi's eyes were attracted by the oil painting hanging on the door. He was shocked and subconsciously stopped.

I saw a woman lying on her back in the photo frame, pale and naked body lying on the dark red velvet sheets, and a deep wound was crossed across her slender neck. At first glance, it looked like the body was about to separate.

The woman's eyes opened blankly, and the black eyeballs were covered with a layer of gray gloom, looking at the sky silently.

This painting hanging in Mo Yi's room.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and slowly narrowed his eyes - it seemed that this dungeon was the turn to attack him, but he was rescued by Wen Chen, so the dungeon could only rush to attack another player.

He turned around and walked quickly into his room. As soon as he entered the door, he looked straight at the oil painting in his room.

I saw that the pattern in the canvas in the dark frame had quietly changed at some point-

The black and red in the picture are intertwined, and the thick black and dazzling red are stirred and intertwined. The broken color blocks form a strange circular pattern. When you look closely, it seems to be turning. Mo Yi can't help but recall the corridor that he saw before, which was twisted like an abstract painting.

At this moment, he heard a sound from the door:

"that……"

Mo Yi was stunned, subconsciously holding the door of the room with his palm, and without any trace, blocking the oil painting from everyone's sight with the shadow of the door panel.

He turned his head and looked out the door, and saw ** walking towards him, frowning and saying:

"The oil paintings in the room... cannot be dealt with at all..."

The other players' faces became solemn and dark, and they nodded one after another, obviously they had the same experience as **.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yi turned around and walked out without changing his expression. While closing the door of his room behind him, he replied, "Yes, I found it too."

**The expression was heavy: "What should we do now? Now that Hong has two people dead, what's next?"

Mo Yi knew that the color that was implicitly white on his note was.

Perhaps this is why he is so anxious now. After all, if both red and black are over, the next one will be the white player who dies.

Mo Yi seemed not to listen carefully to **, but was immersed in his own thoughts. He said absent-mindedly: "I have a problem... I need to confirm it."

After saying that, before the others could follow his thoughts, Mo Yi quickly walked through the crowd and hurriedly ran down the stairs. It seemed that the direction was the side hall with portraits. Everyone looked at each other with a blank look on their faces for a while, but they saw the same at a loss on each other's faces. After a few seconds, they finally recovered, so they hurriedly followed Mo Yi and ran towards the side hall.

A few minutes later, a group of people poured into the cold and dark side hall again, and several flashlights lit up at once, making the white cloth room look more like a morgue.

Mo Yi slowly walked forward and pulled down the white cloth covered with oil painting. The dried and cracked oil painting was revealed in front of everyone again. The woman in the painting's hair and eyes were pitch black, her dim and faded face was bright red on her lips, and her outline was blurry. A handful of bright blooming roses in her hands looked as beautiful as blood in the dim room.

He leaned forward and looked at every scene on the canvas carefully, his eyebrows frowned.

Whether it is the three-color sketch in the prompt or the hint behind the oil painting in each player's room, there are only three colors: red, white and black. However, the problem is that this portrait hanging in the side hall is an oil painting, and the colors required are far more than the three colors of red, white and black.

Mo Yi’s previous guess was that if a player died, as long as he was of the same color as the relevant color, he could be filled into the oil painting, which might make sense.

However, now it seems that this is not the case.

It was not very obvious when there was only one color in the picture before, but now with one color, the rules finally appeared - no matter whether the corresponding color of the dead player is black or red, the oil paintings are filled with only the corresponding primary colors: dark eyes and black hair, bright red lips and roses are all pure colors without any impurities.

Then... Logically speaking, if it has always been in accordance with the current rules.

This oil painting can never be fully supplemented - because it is not a tricolor sketch, and requires far more than three colors.

Mo Yi's eyebrows were carved with deep vertical marks, and he frowned as if he had encountered some difficult problems. He rubbed the white cloth tightly clenched with his fingertips with some anxiety. The smooth surface of the fabric was pulled out fine wrinkles by him.

The room was filled with a deep silence, and Mo Yi stared at the strange portrait with a contemplative look on his face, while the others in the room were staring at Mo Yi in contemplative look on his face.

** Finally couldn't bear it, he took a step forward anxiously, his voice was rapid and sharp, as if his throat was pinned by some invisible force:

"Hey, we're not following you to see you staring blankly at a painting! Do you know-"

His remaining words were stuck in his throat.

Wen Chen withdrew his gaze lightly. His eyebrows and eyes looked a little bit of hostility under the deep light and shadow, which made people dare not look at him.

Mo Yi seemed to be awakened from his thoughts. He blinked, turned his head to look at the ** standing behind him, and then asked afterwards: "...Why are you here?"

**'s face was intertwined with resentment and cowardice, and he took a deep breath, finally adjusted his emotions, and then asked with some gritted teeth: "--Do you know, which kind of player will die next?"

Mo Yi was stunned: "Oh, this one."

He turned his head and glanced at the portrait, and his eyes turned around - the remaining black and red primary colors on it had been filled - he looked at ** again, his face calmly, and said lightly:

“It should be white.”

Mo Yi's tone angered the ** who had just calmed down. His chest was undulating rapidly, and a single syllable was forced out of his throat: "——you!"

At this moment, the familiar bell rang, interrupting the words of **. Mo Yi was stunned and subconsciously looked down at the watch on his wrist:

It's already one pm.
Chapter completed!