Chapter 158

Mo Yi turned his head suddenly.

——There is no one behind him.

The empty room was silent, only the cold air was flowing silently and slowly, and there was no trace of shadow to hide under the light.

Mo Yi's eyes fell on the big bed in the middle of the room, and a chill appeared behind him.

The soft fabric on the top fell lightly, and the smooth sheet surface had irregular wrinkles - and he clearly remembered that when he first entered the door, the bed was clean without any wrinkles.

At this moment, he watched another deep depression appear next to the sunken wrinkle on the bed sheet.

Mo Yi subconsciously took a step back, but his waist hit the dressing table behind him. The dressing table was clanged by him, and the wooden table legs made a harsh sound on the ground, which looked particularly harsh in the empty and quiet room.

A dull pain spread from his waist and eyes, spreading through his nerves throughout Mo Yi's cold body. He endured the pain and turned his head to look at the dressing table behind him, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at the blurry dressing mirror.

In the mirror reflection, he saw a hazy figure on the bed, slowly approaching him.

Mo Yi couldn't help but feel his hair standing up, and a fine cold sweat oozed out of his palm. He slowly turned his head and looked behind him-

Still empty.

However, the wrinkles on the bed in the room were even denser, and the deep dents on the sheets were closer to Mo Yi. The obvious stress made the entire flat sheet wrinkle, looking like a broken spider web or a stirred lake surface.

Mo Yi could almost hear his violent heartbeat stirring in his ears. He took a deep breath and glanced at other corners of the room with his eyes, looking for possible retreats - but the room was only so big, and the door when he came in before led to a dead end. This terrain with a not-complex pattern was of no benefit to him.

The traces on the bed were closer, and they were already close to the edge of the bed.

No matter what is pressing on the bed, as long as it gets out of the bed and walks forward less than ten steps, it will be a dressing table.

Mo Yi gritted his teeth and glanced at another door in the room without a trace - now the door that didn't know where it was his only chance. If he didn't succeed, he could only press all his chips on the props in his hand.

His steps moved slightly, but he crushed something hard.

The strange touch of the soft carpet under his feet made Mo Yi stunned, and looked at his feet a little distractedly - he saw something shiny in the thick hair of the carpet, as if he had just stepped back and hit the dressing table and rolled down to the ground.

Yixun Mo quickly glanced at the mirror behind him - the figure had just walked off the head of the bed, and showed a white outline in the blurry mirror, which looked very strange.

His face was as cold as a stone. He could almost hear the giggles of the bones rubbing when his neck bones rotated. It was accompanied by blood rushing into his mind, and the sound of storm and rushing under his cheeks and in his ears mixed into a noisy and chaotic buzzing sound, filling the silent background sound.

Mo Yi moved.

He bent down quickly and grabbed the thing that was shining under the light into his palm, and rushed towards the closed door with lightning speed—

He had only had time to take a last look at the blurry shadow in the mirror, and pressed his palm on the cold and hard door handle, and then pressed it down hard.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi didn't even know whether he had opened the door, but he felt that his whole body was hit by a sudden dizzy feeling, and then he was thrown into an invisible vortex and stirred up. His internal organs seemed to be churning, rolling violently in his abdomen, bringing an indescribable sense of disgust.

The next second, Mo Yi felt as if he was caught by a pair of arms.

The sweaty skin touched the cold and dry air, and the familiar smell of dust awakened his senses, and the feeling of weightlessness and dizziness finally slowly began to fade away.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, then began to cough violently, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

A palm covered his back and slowly slapped along his back.

The gloom covering Mo Yi's eyes finally slowly dissipated. He stopped coughing and saw that he was standing in front of the door he had walked in. The dust-covered tapestries were lifted up high. The secret door that blended with the patterns on the wall had quietly closed, tightly without any gap.

Wen Chen was pursing his lips tightly and staring at him with a nervous look on his face.

Seeing that Mo Yi had recovered a little, Wen Chen spoke, his voice tightened: "... Are you okay?"

Mo Yi nodded with some difficulty, held Wen Chen's arm and stood up a little straight, and then asked in a low voice: "What happened just now?"

Wen Chen's eyebrows were carved with a deep curve, his lips were pursed tightly, and he grabbed Mo Yi's palm and tried a little too hard: "After you enter the door, the door is closed, I can't get in, so I'll wait."

He forced himself to loosen the palms tightly wrapped around Mo Yi's hand, and then slowly closed his wrist with his fingers. His slightly trembling fingertips gently rubbed the gray chain twisted by the mist hanging from Mo Yi's wrist bones, with a depressing voice:

"You ask me to wait and give you some time to observe."

Mo Yi then realized that Wen Chen was talking about his request before the encounter in the corridor - not to rescue him immediately, but to give him time.

Wen Chen could pull him out directly, but because of Mo Yi's previous words, he suppressed his obsession with almost obsessive-compulsive disorder and waited hard in anxiety.

Mo Yi looked at Wen Chen's light-colored eyes that suppressed his emotions, held Wen Chen's cold palm in his back hand, and gently stroked his back with a soothing and gentle voice:

"You believe me, right?"

Wen Chen's eyelashes trembled, he pressed his cold forehead to his forehead, and replied softly:

"Yes."

Mo Yi smiled and kissed him gently on the cheek: "...thank you."

Wen Chen seemed to finally relax from the tight and depressing state just now. He gently folded his arms, pressed his cold cheeks tightly against Mo Yi's neck, and whispered: "If you haven't come out in another minute, I--"

He gritted his teeth tightly, as if he was about to force himself to swallow the next words into his throat. His light-colored eyes stared at him, and Mo Yi's face reflected in his eyes.

Mo Yi patted his shoulder comfortably, and then suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but be stunned:

"So, didn't you pull me out just now?"

Wen Chen took a deep breath and shook his head: "No, I'm just responsible for catching you."

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. He didn't remember whether he had pressed the door handle, but this door was located just opposite the door where he entered the room. It shouldn't have led to the original path.

All the experiences I had experienced in that room before came to Mo Yi's mind so clearly. He suddenly realized that he was still holding the shiny thing he picked up from the carpet and had not had time to see it yet.

Mo Yi raised the other palm he had been holding tightly, and then slowly released his already stiff and white fingers. The things in his palm were exposed under the light of the flashlight.

I saw a ring lying quietly in his palm. The pure gold rings were biting tightly like a wetrona. The golden ears of wheat surrounded a complete ruby. The perfectly cut gemstone cut surface reflected a mysterious halo of blood-red in the light of the flashlight. There were also circles of fine gems around it, which looked particularly expensive and luxurious. Even if you drag it, you could feel the heavy weight of the ring. However, based on the wear marks on it, it can be seen that the ring is a bit old.

Mo Yi slowly turned the ring in his hand and saw two delicate and small carved letters on the inside of the ring: t.e

Logically speaking, this should be the abbreviation of the initials, but who will this person be? Will it be Mrs. De Klaus?

Mo Yi frowned in confusion. He tossed and turned to observe the beautiful ruby ​​ring in front of him, but except for the excellent quality, exquisite craftsmanship and extremely expensive, he found no other clues.

He had to give up for the time being, put the ring in the small pocket on the inside of his pocket to keep it in mind, and then looked down at his watch: It has been nearly an hour since he left the group of players, and now they have done almost everything they should be able to do.

Mo Yi turned his head and said to Wen Chen, "Let's go, it's time for us to go back."

Wen Chen nodded, turned around and followed Mo Yi's steps, and walked through the snow-white tents in the room again with him, returning to the original path as if he was walking through a maze.

After a long time of twists and turns, Mo Yi finally saw other players in the room again.

They were staring at the wall of the room at will, and the strange portrait was hanging straight in place, not even moving at all, and overlapping with the dust marks before.

Mo Yi's eyes swept aside in the room.

The ground was in a mess, with dried and peeling pieces of pigment scattered everywhere, scattered canvases and framed bodies everywhere, and the cracks of the carpet hair were filled with wood chips and silk threads on the canvas.

It seems that what happened to Mo Yi before when he tried to destroy the oil paintings in the room happened here again.

He slowly stepped forward a few steps. Several other players in the side hall noticed Mo Yi's figure and walked over with a look of surprise. While looking at him carefully, he asked in a bad tone: "Where did you go just now?"

Mo Yi glanced at him coldly: "Just go for a walk."

After saying that, he looked up at the oil painting hanging well on the wall, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it over?"

His tone was plain, but it sounded like an inexplicable sarcasm, which made the already frustrated and angry face darkened. He gritted his teeth and did not reveal his emotions.

At this moment, the uniform sound of leather shoes hitting the ground at the door of the side hall sounded, and a familiar figure appeared in everyone's sight - a thin figure as thin as a shadow, a pale and blurry face, and meticulously straight clothing.
Chapter completed!