Chapter 187

Could it be that everything before... is a dream?

Mo Yi stared at the ring on his ring finger in a daze. Blood seemed to be flowing slowly in the angular ruby, and a rich blood color was shining under the light. He blinked slowly, his mind woke up from his drowsy state just now, and the ignorant and dazed look in his dark eyes slowly receded.

Won't.

What he saw before was too clear and vivid, and it could not be explained by a simple dream.

Mo Yi was a little confused and gently turned the ring at the base of his fingers. The cold metal under his fingers had dyed the temperature of his fingers, properly ironing his skin. If it wasn't for a dream, then it was very likely that the ring was what he saw, but what Mo Yi didn't know was that the scene he saw in that room was real-time? Or was it just a memory in the ring?

He slowly took the ring off his ring finger and put it in his palm to look at it. The unfinished oil painting I had seen in that room before flashed through his mind. In the picture, the woman's dark eyes stared affectionately outside the picture. Her rose-colored face was bright and vivid, and it was the protagonist of the portrait hanging in the side hall. In this case, the second explanation would work even more.

So... what he saw with this ring was actually the completion process of this painting?

Mo Yi slowly tightened his fingers thoughtfully, and then stuffed the ring with his body temperature back into his pocket. Just as he stood up and was about to turn over and get out of bed, Yu Guang swept over the roses he placed on the low cabinet beside the bed before turning off the lights.

The petals have withered as if they are lacking water. Even the stems are full of vitality and yellow. There are dark brown blood left on the sluggish and curled petals, which look like a corpse that has lost all its vitality.

He reached out to pick up the withered rose, but the moment it left the counter, it seemed as if it had lost all its strength. The petals that had lost their moisture and color on the branches fell down one after another, and turned into powder when it touched the ground. Only bare branches were left in his palm, looking decadent and lonely.

A gentle pressure came from the shoulders.

Mo Yi turned his head slightly and happened to meet the sight that Wen Chen cast. The almost inorganic eyes seemed to contain some profound and silent emotions, as if conveying speechless concern. Mo Yi slightly closed his fingertips, threw the branches in his hand aside casually, and then shook his head gently: "It's okay."

Before yesterday, he was not without loss and irritability.

However, after finding out that the manipulator behind this copy is not a certain established rule as before, but another existence with the same intelligence as the players, Mo Yi basically knew why it was difficult for him to find the key clues in the copy - because in the past, he overcame the fixed obstacles in the copy alone to find clues, but now, there is another existence sitting opposite the board, hiding clues when Mo Yi is searching, and even making irrelevant clues confusing his sight. The other party is dark and he is bright, which leads to Mo Yi being at a disadvantage from the beginning.

That's why he felt that the clues in this dungeon were numerous and complicated, but he just couldn't find something that could touch the core of the dungeon...

However, it is not hopeless now.

Because there are still some established rules in this dungeon, and Mo Yi and the other party have to be restricted by the same rules, now, his hope of turning the tables is placed on these established things. Only by finding the rules that both the player and the other party must follow can he get rid of the situation of being controlled by others and finally the two sides are in the same position to play.

According to the last experience, no one will die within the third day. Although it means that the player is restricted to his room and cannot move, it is also a day with the least manipulated changes in the dungeon.

Mo Yi knew that the third day was a watershed, but he didn't know what to do.

So... I can only act according to the opportunity.

Mo Yi let out a long breath, then put his legs on the ground and suddenly exerted force. The whole person was bounced to the bed. The soft goose down below his body was swung by his weight. His legs overlapped, bent his arms and placed under the back of his head, and his eyes looked straight at the complex patterns on the ceiling.

The bed beside him sank slightly. Mo Yi turned his head and looked at him. Wen Chen was also lying beside him, imitating him, staring at the ceiling in the same posture. After discovering the sight Mo Yi was cast, Wen Chen turned his cheek and looked back with a smile on his lips:

"Why, can't I be lazy?"

Mo Yi chuckled lightly, and his chest vibrated slightly with the laughter: "I didn't say I want to be lazy."

Wen Chen raised his elbow and came over to kiss him.

He let go of Mo Yi's lips and gently kissed his forehead. The low voice was as warm as the fluffy cotton wool in the sun: "I think you should be lazy."

Mo Yi blinked and stared at the small image of Wen Chenqi in his eyes, with a smile on his lips:

"When things are over, maybe."

Wen Chen's eyes were unpredictable. He pursed the corners of his lips slightly, lowered his body and rubbed Mo Yi's cold cheeks, and said gently: "Okay, that's it."

Breakfast and the dresses you need to wear for the wedding were sent as last time. Mo Yi was able to look at the strange and weird scene outside the door calmly. The waiting time today was too long. He was unable to relax. In the end, he began to search for corners that he might have left behind last time, but he did not find any new clues.

Although it was not very surprising, I still felt a faint disappointment in my heart.

At 5:30 pm, a familiar knock came from the door.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen had already changed into their prepared dresses, walked quickly to the door, and opened the door that could already be turned-

The butler's familiar face slowly appeared behind the door. Mo Yi crossed his shoulder and looked back. He saw that behind the butler had turned into a longitudinal corridor exactly the same as last time. He extended straight towards the depths of the darkness with the open door as the starting point, silently leading to the unknown distance.

They followed the butler and walked forward along the corridor. The heavy carpet absorbed all the footsteps, and the darkness and silence of the grave wrapped around the figures of the three. The repeated and monotonous scene made people feel a little drowsy.

Finally, the butler walking in front of him stopped his pace, and the familiar brass door was displayed in front of him. The dim light printed the raised relief on the door with a shallow reflection. The painful face of the man carved on the door stared at the three of them in the dark, his half-naked body was stretched, as if he was holding something with his whole body's strength.

The butler's figure blocked Mo Yi's exploring vision. He stretched out his pale and thin palm at Mo Yi, staring at his face with a dark and empty eyes without any recession. His voice was dull and without any fluctuations:

"Please show your invitation."

Mo Yi took out the gold-plated invitation from his pocket and handed it to the butler.

The housekeeper took the invitation and opened it. After carefully examining it, he handed it back to Mo Yi's hand. On his stiff face, he raised a courteous smile that was exactly the same as usual, and pushed the door behind him sideways.

"please."

A dazzling white light came, and the pale hall slowly spread out in front of his eyes. Both the tables, chairs and gauze curtains were extremely clean white. Mo Yi narrowed his tingling eyes slightly and walked into it without stopping. The brass door closed behind him, blocking Wen Chen's figure outside. A gentle Krakela sounded behind him. Mo Yi knew that it was the sound of the pale color of the wall covering the brass door, but he did not look back, but walked forward along the lifeless hall.

He walked through the white curtains blocking his eyes, and the familiar scenery appeared in front of him.

At the end of the pale room was an altar surrounded by blood-red roses. The bright and bloody carpet seemed to have not yet dried up blood, stacking up layers of blood, surrounding the entire altar. All the seats beside them were filled with guests in black dresses, and there were free seats in front of them to sit down.

This time, Mo Yi did not rush forward, but began to carefully examine the guests of the marble statue one by one. He unexpectedly discovered that although the faces of all the marble statues were stiff and pale, everyone's faces were different, from race to facial features, each with its own advantages, as if each was a different person.

Mo Yi recalled the player he saw who turned into a marble statue, and an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

Could it be...when every marble statue here was once a living person?

He took a deep breath slowly, then walked slowly forward along the central road, observing everyone's faces more carefully as he walked-

Suddenly, Mo Yi noticed that the face of one of the marble statues turned out to be the maid who once led him.

If my previous guess was correct... then have all the servants in this house been victims? In other words... they were all living people?

He was stunned. Before he could do anything, he heard the voices of players coming from the front:

"Hey! Here! What are you waiting for!"

Mo Yi came to his senses and looked down at his watch: It was about to be six o'clock.

He quickly walked forward, found his position and sat down, then quietly stared at his dial, with the pointer ticking and moving forward without stopping. Just when six o'clock was still two minutes away, the sound of the door slowly opened. Then, endless darkness swallowed the pale color and attacked everyone with an unstoppable and rapid momentum-!

The players around them were no longer as panicked as before. They just closed their eyes quietly, waited nervously for the arrival of darkness, and waited for the last week to open.

Like other players, Mo Yi did not move either.

He opened his eyes and stared at the depths of the darkness, as if waiting for something. The black spread too fast and almost came to him in the blink of an eye. Just a second before the darkness swallowed him, Mo Yi used force to squeeze the glass ball he held at his fingertips. The dark eyes looked quiet and calm.

The movements were not hesitant and were straightforward.
Chapter completed!