Chapter 179

Mo Yi ran out of the side hall without hesitation. The hall was brightly lit, which coated the thick Baroque furniture and pale marble with a layer of soft light. It was shrouded in the heavy silence unique to the house, as if time and air were still at the same time.

It's so quiet that it doesn't look like something is wrong.

Mo Yi frowned slightly in confusion and walked up the stairs. There was also silence in the corridor across the crisscrossing.

Could it be that the body has not been found yet?

Mo Yi followed the route he remembered to the room where other players lived, touching the end one by one. It was not too late now. Many players were wandering around the house for clues, so the doors of each room were closed tightly, and there was no trace of the smell of blood or the familiar sweet smell. Only the unique gloomy smell of the ancient house was filled with the dark and dark narrow corridor.

The dead corridor stretched in front of me, as if it was impossible to reach the end, but no room was found with a body.

Mo Yi stopped, frowning tightened into a thick dark cloud, and absent-mindedly fiddling with the bandage wrapped around his palms.

Somewhat strange...

But he thought again that since he knew that someone was dead, it would not be particularly anxious to find the body. If he knocked on the door one by one now, it would look very strange. No matter what, he would know which player was dying tomorrow morning, and he would not be in a hurry.

Mo Yi turned around and walked out of the corridor and began to look for other clues in the house.

There was nothing much gain until the clock rang.

Moreover, when other players returned to the room one after another, he did not hear anyone screaming or informing the discovery of the body. Mo Yi suppressed the doubts that arose in his heart, so he had to return to their room with Wen Chen.

After the two of them quickly washed up, turned off the lights and lay side by side on the bed. Mo Yi stared at the blurry ceiling in the dark with his eyes wide open. The soft velvet quilt on his body slowly fluctuated with the frequency of his breathing. He felt uncontrollable anxiety and impatientness. He poked his head out from the deliberate suppression of emotions during the day, stretching his tentacles arrogantly and wantonly in the darkness and silence, and the black seeds poked out like wild grass.

Mo Yi had to admit that although the time he entered the dungeon was not short, he still did not have many breakthrough discoveries, and he did not even touch much of the most basic context of this dungeon.

Strictly, tomorrow is the last day of this week. After all, most of the third day is trapped in the room and unable to move, and there is basically no chance of free movement.

This copy is like slowly heated warm water, and they are like frogs waiting for death in it.

It carefully grinds their patience with a peaceful, less intense conflict script, numbs players with an exaggerated number of deaths compared to the total number of people, and then approaches their bottom line bit by bit, and uses dazzling patterns and dizzying clues, real or fake clues to make the players in it feel dizzy and unable to find the true appearance hidden under the calm appearance.

Mo Yi stared forward without blinking, as if he wanted to see through the darkness covering his eyes hard. The faint sour feeling spreaded, forcing him to close his eyes. The dry eyes under his eyelids were covered with physiologically secreted tear film.

He began to tease every thread he found throughout the copy.

The longer he thought, the more shocked Mo Yi felt - he was already the farthest among all the players, but even so, he still felt the difficulty of walking as if his hands and feet were tied up. The too loose clues and the too long time line made the entire copy covered with a layer of fog that was difficult to see through. This feeling of being empty when moving forward or retreating made him unable to help but have an illusion of control.

□□Control...

This thought that faintly flashed through my mind made Mo Yi's heart tighten, as if the blood in his body had accelerated and rushed, and it seemed that he was frozen and stopped in an instant. The clues that had been carefully sorted out in his mind several times before ran out uncontrollably again, like a fine and dense network covering his heart.

At this moment, he heard a low and familiar voice coming from the darkness beside him:

"How are you?"

The sound of fabric rubbing in silence came from the sound of the friction. Mo Yi felt Wen Chen's cold hands fumble under the quilt, and the dry palms were firmly attached to the back of his hand, bringing a faint sense of peace of mind.

Mo Yi couldn't help but be surprised by Wen Chen's sensitivity.

He felt that he did not show any unusual things in the darkness. To be precise, his breathing frequency and heartbeat frequency were deliberately maintained within a stable range, but Wen Chen seemed to be able to see through the quiet appearance he disguised, and keenly sensed his strangeness.

This made Mo Yi suddenly become interested. He held Wen Chen's palm with his backhand and asked:

"How long have you known me?"

After he finished speaking, he added: "Don't force yourself, just answer within the scope of the rules."

Wen Chen held back his slender fingers with force, as if he wanted to convey the power on his body to Mo Yi, and his voice that had not changed in the dark came from the darkness:

"I have no idea."

This answer was not beyond Mo Yi's expectations. He asked casually, and he did not have the urgent idea of ​​Wen Chen giving the exact answer now. However, he did not expect that Wen Chen's low voice continued to come from not far away in the darkness:

"I just know how long I remember you."

Mo Yi was stunned - he had never heard Wen Chen mention this before. His desire to explore was picked up and asked:

"Remember? How do you say it? It means you didn't remember me before?"

"Well." Wen Chen's voice was slightly hoarse, as if it caused ripples in the quiet air: "Before seeing you, my consciousness was dark and chaotic. I don't know where I am, or even who I am."

His words became slightly rushing: "But when I saw you, it was like a sound flowing in my blood vessels and began to yell, urging me, forcing me--must embrace you."

This answer was unexpected by Mo Yi. When he heard Wen Chen's last sentence, the deep emotions contained in his tone made his heart jump uncontrollably. It was like... there was a long-hidden consciousness in his body that was constantly noisy.

He kept his voice calm and continued to ask, "What?"

"Then I was like a child who had just lost his mind, and began to quickly absorb all the information and resources around me. I began to have memories, and I began to control my own form, and then... I began to remember you in a vague way."

So... Wen Chen's consciousness and memory are gradually recovering over time.

Mo Yi couldn't help but feel incredible why such strong emotions can be generated based on the memory that is unclear in his mind, which prompts a normal mind to do so many unreasonable things.

A slow laugh came from his ears.

Mo Yi then realized that he had asked his inner doubts without realizing it, which made him frown in a little annoyed.

Wen Chen's cold fingers climbed along his palms to his wrist, and gently stroked the hard and protruding bones under the thin layer of flesh. His voice came to his eardrums without any haste: "I'm not relying on memory."

Mo Yi asked in confusion: "What is that?"

Wen Chen's voice was filled with soft emotions that he couldn't understand:

"It's instinct."

Mo Yi's heart twitched slightly, feeling as if there was a heat slowly spreading along the cold skin that Wen Chen fitted on his wrist, almost to a point of being a little hot. He subconsciously shook Wen Chen's fingers around him and said calmly:

"Are you sure it wasn't the chicking effect that was caused by the first sight of me when you regained consciousness?"

Wen Chen's low laughter came from the darkness. Mo Yi felt the mattress under him sinking forcefully, and then something cold took his lips, and the soft and moist touch was about to leave.

The mattress conveyed the vibration honestly - Wen Chen lay down again.

Mo Yi heard Wen Chen reply with a smile: "If you explain this, I have no objection."

Somehow I knew how tonight, after chatting with Wen Chen briefly, Mo Yi fell asleep even more than usual.

The dark nightmare that had been entangled with him for a long time did not sweep over again.

But he dreamed of something else.

Mo Yi opened his eyes and looked at the bright ceiling. The lights left light spots on the beautiful and complex patterns on the top. The shape of the light spots made him a little fascinated.

And, most importantly, when he woke up this time, he actually remembered some broken fragments of his dreams.

The sun shone on the edge of the dark cup, and the dark coffee fell on the white small fish pattern on the cup, leaving muddy spots. Then, the kiss of coffee smell fell with the breath of old books. He heard a sound in his ears - "You are too tired." Then, the surging darkness swept over like a tide, swallowing all the color smells and patterns, and he walked forward in a daze.

The ground was stained with scarlet blood, and the pale limbs that had lost their vitality were quietly lying on the pool of blood. A pair of black eyes covered with shallow white cataracts stared at him, and blood flowed silently and violently downwards on his slender neck.

Strangely, Mo Yi subconsciously knew that it was a marble statue.

It was really a very strange dream, but it seemed to be imprinted in his mind.

Mo Yi rubbed his head that was vaguely ached, and then got up from the bed.

The next thing was no different from the last week. Mo Yi did not see red in the water placed at the door this time, but out of caution, he did not move the basin of water anymore, and only ate some energy bars he carried for breakfast to satisfy his hunger.

He walked out of the room to meet with the others, and many people had gathered in the hall.

This time Mo Yi was waiting patiently for other players in the hall. When everyone arrived one after another, he discovered a fact that shocked his heart.
Chapter completed!