Chapter 185

The music came to an abrupt end at this moment.

It seemed as if the invisible lead on the puppet's body was cut off, and the man dancing alone in the corpse and blood instantly lost the power to support his body, and fell into a scarlet red as if his whole body was exhausted.

The room was like a slaughterhouse, with a strong smell of rust floating in the air, broken limbs and internal organs lay on the blood-red floor, and players in formal dresses stood pale in pale broken limbs and bright red blood pools. They still maintained their posture before the music ended, as if they had not reacted.

The brass-colored door was slowly pushed open.

The housekeeper in a pitch-black uniform stood at the door with his backlight, his black eyes looked around in the miserable room like the purgatory on earth. His expression did not change at all on his blurred and stiff face. His pale face was printed into a strange light red by the scarlet blood in the room. His voice broke the silence:

"It's getting late now..."

At this moment, the screams of hoarseness sounded in the room, interrupting the butler's unfinished words - the people with a blank expression slowly looked in the direction where the sound came. It was the player who woke up after he woke up. After he found himself lying in corpses and plasma everywhere, he screamed in horror. When he struggled behind him and tried to avoid and retreat, he hit half of the torn face behind him, and even more shrill screams burst out in his throat.

His scream was like a sharp awl, deeply penetrated the protective cover in the name of numbness that players had built when they were too scared and shocked, and pulled them back to this reality filled with blood, corpses and death, forcing them to abandon their self-protection cover and face the cruel and vicious status quo naked-

The pale and stiff marble statue, the broken limbs that were covered with blood and looked pale like stone statues, and the pink texture covered with the torn skin was torn. Everything in the room turned into a sharp sword and stabbed into everyone's eyes, bringing a terrifying visual impact.

The sound of dry retching sounded one after another in the closed room.

The butler's face had not been pulled up, as if it was covered with a thick plaster mask. He patiently continued his previous words:

"...I guess you're already very tired."

The sound of collapsed crying spread among the crowd, as if some switch was turned on. Everyone began to run wildly outside the dance floor, as if they were afraid of the plague. While running, they wiped the blood on their bodies hard, and the sound of dry retching became louder and louder.

The housekeeper continued blindly: "Please follow the maid back to his room to rest. Tomorrow is the wedding of Mr. De Claude and his wife. Please rest well and bring invitations to you."

When the out-of-control player ran out of the dance floor, Mo Yi was still standing quietly, his eyes focused on a certain point in the pool of blood, not knowing what he was looking at. When those players who were absent-minded and had a close emotional collapse were taken away from the room by the maids and walked out of the room, he also moved - but the direction he was heading was not the gate.

Mo Yi stepped over the body that was lying in the pool of blood and walked quickly towards the center of the dance floor. He stopped his pace, leaned down, and gently pinched the green flower stem with his fingers. Regardless of the bright red blood dyed with his fingertips, he slowly picked up the rose that fell from the pocket of the player who was controlled. Its shape had been crushed and dispersed. It looked like it had experienced a storm. The delicate petals as delicate as a girl's skin were dyed into a strange red color by blood. The blood beads were shaking down along the edge of the rolled petals and fell into the blood like the sea on the ground.

Tick.

The butler's straightforward voice sounded behind him: "Dignified guest, do you have anything else?"

His voice awakened Mo Yi from his trance. Mo Yi clenched the rose with his fingers stained with blood, turned his head and looked behind him. The housekeeper was standing quietly on the edge of the dance floor and staring at him. His dark eyes were empty and cold. In the distance, a player noticed the strangeness here and turned his head to look.

Mo Yi shook his head without moving and said, "It's nothing."

After saying that, he strides over the corpses and internal organs on the ground, walked out of the dance floor full of blood, nodded at the butler as if nothing had happened, and then followed the maid who came up to walk out the door. The butler also followed behind him, the scarlet room was thrown behind them, and the brass-colored door slowly closed.

The relief above seemed to be clearer than when Mo Yi saw it last time. The raised lines and lines on it reflected a faint and weird light in the dim light. This time he saw a pattern carved on it - half of the painful and numb man's face was illuminated by the light, but the other half was hidden in the darkness. Deep despair filled the lines between the lines, and the brass-colored eyes stared at the front. The next second, as the door closed, the pattern was instantly swallowed by the shadow again, leaving only the bottomless deep darkness.

Mo Yi finally stared deep behind him, then turned his head and followed the maid out of the hall, quietly lowering his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking about.

Even after returning to his room, he remained silent, just sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, staring at the rose in his palm thoughtfully. The blood on it had dried up, and the rose seemed to have withered as the water evaporated. The edges of the delicate petals were slightly rolled up due to lack of water, and they felt fragile dryness.

Wen Chen was silently accompanied by him and sat next to him on the edge of the bed.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at him as if awakened, and his fingers were still unconsciously fiddling with the thin stems of the flowers. He looked at Wen Chen, and it seemed that after a while, he finally recognized the person in front of him, and a look of suddenness appeared in his eyes.

Wen Chen raised his chin at the rose in his hand and asked softly:

"What, did you find something?"

Mo Yi looked at the rose in his hand as if he was awake in a dream. The strength between his fingers was a little relaxed, and the fragile and slender flower stems and shaking broken flowers fell from his palms and slammed lightly on the carpet in the room. The blood-dried petals scattered like a funeral with his movements.

He shook his head: "Are the roses? Nothing related is found."

Mo Yi's eyes fell on his fingertips stained with blood, and continued to say with some trance:

"But I have found a lot about this copy."

Wen Chen's eyes became slightly solemn. Mo Yi stood up from the bed and walked to the oil painting hanging at the door of the room. His eyes fell on the woman's closed eyes in the oil painting, and said softly: "Since entering this copy, I can always feel a sense of being monitored, such as the looming sight I felt when I was walking in the corridor or passing by those marble statues, or the elusive butler who always knew where I appeared..."

He paused, as if he was considering something, and then said slowly:

"Then, and over time, this feeling gradually evolved into a feeling of being manipulated."

Wen Chen stared at him, a slight light flashing in his light gray eyes. He didn't say anything, but just waited quietly for what Mo Yi would do next.

I heard Mo Yi continue, "I have basically experienced two cycles of reincarnation in full, but based on my observations and conjectures, I actually think... this cannot be called reincarnation completely.

Reincarnation is just a reciprocating timeline, while the specific external material conditions and rigid requirements are fixed, but in the present appearance of this copy, the rules and elements can be flexibly mobilized and adjusted. On the premise that players know the killing rules of the dungeon and no one may sacrifice at the dance party, they change the form of the dead victims and mix the marble statues into the crowd to prevent the occurrence of the next night of the dance party. Moreover, since the silver knives can print the face of the marble statues, they replaced the tableware at tonight's dinner. I even suspected that it removed the silver knives in the banquet because I saw that I used the knives as a mirror in the last round, so I started to take action first."

He said a long line of words in one breath, stopped and took a breath, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen and said slowly:

"Have you noticed that these changes and operations of rules require a subject."

Wen Chen looked back into Mo Yi's dark eyes and said softly:

"So you suspect... this copy can be manipulated? Behind all behaviors and changes, there is an unknown subject?"

Mo Yi nodded, a shimmer light appeared in his dark eyes, and his speech speed was also accelerating unconsciously:

"Yes, from the phenomenon I have observed before, this copy obviously has two sets of rules. One is fixed and cannot be changed artificially, which is inherent in the copy itself, while the other is artificially defined and can be changed by the giver, just like the person who plays chess can change his own layout, but cannot change the rules of chess. We are chess pieces, and the chess players want us to regard the game he sets as the established rules for chess."

He let out a breath slowly, turned his head to look at the oil painting that had no change from the beginning of the copy, and said quietly:
Chapter completed!