Chapter 165

Mo Yi frowned slowly, and he grabbed the door handle more and shook it back a few times - it was still as tight as steel poured, as if the door panel and the wall in front of him were completely grown together, and even the sound of the door lock and the door frame colliding did not make any sound.

He slowly let go of his palm, took a few steps back, and his face gradually became solemn.

Wen Chen's voice came from behind him: "What's wrong?"

Mo Yi stared at the tightly closed door and replied absent-mindedly: "The door... cannot be opened."

At this moment, the door panel in front of me made a knock on the door.

The knock sounded without warning not far away in front of him, which made Mo Yi startled. Before he could recover, the more rapid knock sounded again-

"Dongdongdongdongdong"!

Mo Yi calmed down his mind and walked forward slowly. Before the next knock on the door, he placed his palm on the door handle and used a little force—

The door handles are movable.

Mo Yi's heart was slightly shaken, but his expression was still not obvious at all. He held his breath and waited.

Just as the next rapid knock on the door was heard, he grabbed the door handle in his hand and pressed it down, and then opened the door with lightning speed -!

The knock on the door came to an abrupt end.

There is nothing at the door.

It's literally, nothing.

The corridor in front of me turned into countless twisted and rotating patterns, dark red, brown, brown and yellow mixed together, as if the corridor was pulled by invisible hands and twisted into a strange shape. In the depths of this scene were hollow and dead rich black shadows, like spreading darkness, making people feel numb, as if something gloomy and terrifying hidden from the depths of the darkness, quietly hiding and waiting.

It looks like...it's like the scene that Mo Yi saw in the corridor after being selected as a victim of red.

Just as Mo Yi was staring at the scene in front of him—

A powerful force snatched the door panel from Mo Yi's hand, then threw it back into the door frame with force, making a deafening sound, buzzing his ears.

There was only a dead silence in the room in an instant.

Mo Yi frowned, gently pinched the mouth of his left hand that was numb and numb with his right hand, then slowly walked forward two steps to the door, and reached the door handle on the door panel.

It once again became a solid and hard form that was once again solid and could not move at all.

Mo Yi's brows frowned even tighter due to doubt. He slowly opened the distance between himself and the door, and then turned to look at Wen Chen who was standing behind him.

Before he could say anything, Wen Chen raised his chin slightly into the room and looked at the bed with some intention.

Mo Yi was stunned and looked into the room with Wen Chen's gaze. He saw a small tray placed straight on the bedside table on the bedside table where the invitation was placed on the first day.

And he was sure that it was definitely not anywhere when he woke up.

Mo Yi walked over quickly and saw a few small dishes on the tray. He lifted the lid - food.

——It seems that at least this copy won't let them starve to death.

Mo Yi thought of himself with self-deprecating thoughts, then skillfully took out the small dishes from the tray, then picked up the tray and carefully searched for possible clues.

There seemed to be nothing on the entire plate except the food provided to the player by the dungeon.

and……

Mo Yi's gaze stayed on the silver tray for a moment, and then he moved away with regret - and the entire tray was made of close to the matte surface and could not be used as a mirror or something.

He sighed silently, and thought comfortably in his heart: Anyway...even if things can be reflected, they cannot be used. After all, such things sent to the player's room cannot be kept privately. They will be directly recycled by the dungeon after the player uses them, just like the trays and dishes sent a few days ago.

Mo Yi frowned and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the tray placed on the head of the bed and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something, suddenly stood up, touched his pocket, and took out the folded invitation.

I saw that the previous string of text changed at some point, and the content on it became-

“Mr. Mo Yi’s honor:

Mr. De Klaus and Mrs. De Klaus sincerely invite you to attend the wedding of the two at 6 o'clock tonight."

Mo Yi focused on the text on the invitation in front of him, his eyes paused at "six o'clock" for a few seconds, and then reached out to turn the invitation behind him: he saw that there was still the blurry round-shaped dark pattern on it, which was slightly shining when it flashed under the light. Although he still couldn't see the specific outline on it, it seemed much clearer than when Mo Yi saw it before.

He frowned and identified carefully for a while, then quickly walked towards the door of the housing price, looking at the picture that had become unrecognizable. The red, black and white on it stirred together, mixed into a huge circle, rotating in the black and golden frame, looking like a huge eye staring at Mo Yi standing outside the picture.

He raised the invitation in his hand and placed it next to the picture frame to compare it carefully compared to the slight changes in the outline texture and the changes in detail above.

Finally, Mo Yi was convinced that the outline on the long picture was exactly the same as the one on the invitation.

In this case, the patterns on the skirts worn by the corpses should be what they look like in front of you.

Mo Yi folded the invitation and put it back in his pocket, then stood in front of the painting in front of him with his arms in his arms, tilted his head and looked at it carefully, trying to figure out the connotation of this overly abstract picture, but he still found nothing.

Maybe...it's still incomplete now?

Mo Yi frowned. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the possibility was reasonable. The picture on the invitation was gradually becoming clearer, and the painting on the wall seemed to be gradually changing. Every time Mo Yi saw it, he found that it became different from the last time.

He slowly took a step back, stretching the distance from the picture a little, trying to watch the oil painting from a distance.

But at this moment, Mo Yi felt something hitting his back. He turned his head and looked behind him. Wen Chen was standing behind him. His light-colored eyes looked deep under the deep-out brow bones, and they looked sharp and bright in the backlight, as if they contained thousands of words.

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Chen pursed his lips, his gaze drifted a little, his face remained calm and calm, and he whispered:

"You've been wandering around the room for an hour."

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, looked down at his watch: It seems...it's true. It seems that he has been immersed in his thoughts for a long time this time.

Wen Chen reached out and pressed his shoulder, with a very serious look in his eyes:

“And there was no meal.”

Mo Yi was slightly stunned. At this moment, as if in order to respond to what Wen Chen said, his stomach suddenly rumbling. Mo Yi realized the emptiness and slight colic in his stomach at this time. He couldn't help but reach out and pressed his stomach. His facial expression was slightly distorted, and then said with some difficulty:

“…You are right.”

He turned around and walked towards the dishes placed on the bedside table, and hurriedly stuffed the already cold food into his stomach.

Wen Chen was stunned, walked up quickly, reached out and pressed Mo Yi's movements.

But it was too late... After barely suppressing the hunger in the stomach, a new discomfort rose from the stomach - it seemed that the cold food was stuffed too fast on an empty stomach, and the cold and hard food was stagnant in the stomach and fell down.

Mo Yi frowned with regret for a moment, and then let go without a trace.

He stood up as if nothing had happened and said with a smile: "I'm full."

After saying that, he was about to walk towards the oil painting hanging at the door, but just halfway through, Wen Chen pulled his wrist.

Wen Chen sighed softly, pulled Mo Yi to the edge of the bed and sat down, then covered his palms on his stomach, and gently and skillfully helped him rub and press.

The cold temperature penetrated through the thin clothes, but Mo Yi quickly felt the pain relieved.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Wen Chen, opening his mouth to ask something, but the next second he turned into something else on his lips: "...thank you."

Wen Chen's brows frowned slightly, staring at him with a serious expression, and his deep-silhouetted look was a bit cold:

"I know my stomach is not good, but I can't stop it..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yi couldn't help but smile, and his cold voice was stained with a little smile: "You sound like an old mother."

The familiarity brought by this sentence instantly attacked the two people, making both of them stunned involuntarily. The smile on the corners of their lips subconsciously restrained and deeply stuck to each other.

Wen Chen's eyebrows and eyes softened for a moment, then he took out a candy from somewhere and stuffed it into Mo Yi's mouth, then went up to lick his sweet candy lips, and said softly with a smile: "If it still hurts... do you want to see a rabbit?"

Mo Yi's brow twitched, and the unpleasant experience of watching the rabbit before suddenly surged back to his mind, and slowly showed a smile and no smile:

"No, thank you."

At this moment, a familiar knock sounded again at the door, which seemed particularly sharp and harsh in the dead room-
Chapter completed!