Chapter 192

Mo Yi was sweating all over his body, his pupils shrank slightly, and he stared at the ceiling above his head in a daze. Waves of cold swept through the cracks of his bones, freezing the skeletal muscles and skin along his meridians and blood vessels.

He slowly moved his stiff and cold fingers like a stone sculpture, and trembled and pulled down the ring stuck on the base of his fingers. The uneven protrusions on the inner side of the fingers made a slight itchy pain on the frozen numb skin under the uncontrollable force. Perhaps because his movement was too large, Wen Chen's soft question came from his ears:

"……What's wrong?"

Mo Yi pursed his blue and white lips, and did not answer directly, but asked in an uncontrollable trembling voice:

"Well, how long is it left?"

Wen Chen answered very quickly, as if he had been paying attention to the passage of time:

"Forty-five minutes."

Mo Yi slowly closed his eyes, and his brain, which was a little slow to be frozen, slowly calculated. It was only a dozen minutes since he last looked at the watch. It seemed that the passage of time he had been in the scene was different from that in the copy. Perhaps this is why the cold he felt weakened when he was in it.

He could no longer continue to think more deeply, his thinking was so numb that he could hardly concentrate, let alone sort out the clues he had just obtained into lines.

Mo Yi closed his eyes and used all his strength to resist the cold inside his body. The sound of his teeth trembling slightly became everything he could hear in his ears. Other sounds seemed to be coming from thousands of miles away, far and blurry, as if they were covered with a thick gauze tent.

Wen Chen quietly stared at Mo Yi's pale face with his eyes closed. His face seemed to be covered by frost without a trace of blood. A slight tremble came from his thin body wrapped in a quilt. Wen Chen gritted his teeth and felt his body as if he was falling into the abyss with Mo Yiru. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against Mo Yi's cold ice sculpture's forehead. The feeling of powerlessness invaded every inch of his senses. The paranoid pain spread in his heart, but he clenched his teeth tightly without making any sound, for fear of disturbing Mo Yi's slightest.

The two people hugged each other quietly in the bed, as if time had stagnated and time had changed.

Finally, after a while, Mo Yi felt the cold in his body as if he was a beast slowly receding, and his frozen body and thinking gradually woke up, and his senses seemed to have regained their sensitivity. He felt that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, pressed tightly against the frozen skin, sticky and wet, and his hands and feet gradually warmed up. Mo Yi could almost hear the sound of his blood flowing in his blood vessels.

He opened his eyes and happened to meet Wen Chen staring at him tightly.

Wen Chen saw Mo Yi open his eyes, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked in a hurry:

"Do you feel okay?"

Mo Yi struggled to sit up from the bed, pulled out his arms bound by thick goose down, tentatively moved his muscles and joints that had become stiff because he had not moved for too long, and then let out a long breath, the sound was a little dry:

“…much better.”

He looked down at the watch on his wrist - it was exactly three hours, no more than a minute.

Mo Yi thought happily in pain: at least the game does not cheat people in this regard.

Wen Chen raised his hand and covered the quilt again on Mo Yi, and said in a unquestionable tone: "Don't move, you haven't fully recovered yet." After saying that, he tucked the corners of the quilt with a tough move, and his light gray eyes were deeply hidden.

Mo Yi sighed helplessly, moved his arms, and dispersed the quilt again:

"I'm really fine. The cold is just a matter of that period. After the side effects disappear, they return to normal."

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, has the breakfast delivered this morning?"

Wen Chen nodded, raised his hand and picked up the arranged tray from the table beside him, turned his head to look at Mo Yi: "I have checked it with the fragments of the mirror you have got before. There is no problem with the food. Are you hungry?"

Mo Yi shook his head.

The side effects left by the cold just now were still tormenting himself. The internal organs in his abdominal cavity seemed to be frozen by the cold ice, which made him have no appetite now.

According to previous reasoning, pigments will be mixed into the food from this meal, but this time the breakfast is not pigments... Then it is very likely that the person in this copy secretly discovered the clues he got, and knew that such behavior would not be useful, so he gave up on his goal.

Mo Yi couldn't help but feel mixed - although the food worries were much smaller in the future, in the current situation where the enemy was dark and we were bright, the more the trump cards he had exposed, the less advantage he had, and he was very likely to be targeted by the other party.

He took a deep breath slowly and sorted out the clues he had obtained before in his mind.

Judging from the phenomena exposed now, we can basically summarize a general storyline - based on the large number of portraits and marble statues in the house before, Mr. Claus should be an artist, and the woman in the portrait should be his dead wife, and killing all the servants in his house and drawing their brains into traits is likely to be to resurrect her.

But... there are still many things that cannot be explained in this copy.

How does re-coloring the portraits connect with the resurrection of his wife? What's going on with this cycle of reincarnation?

Mo Yi frowned, but couldn't figure it out anyway. Now it's just a simple guess and reasoning that is not useful. It's better to go to the scene to take a look. He lifted the quilt and got off the bed. After Xiang Wenchen repeatedly assured that he had completely recovered his health, he barely gained Wen Chen's suspicious approval. The two walked out of the room one by one, one by one,

There was no one from the corridor to the hall, and the remaining players should have finished exploring and returned to their room.

Mo Yi walked quickly towards the side hall in the first floor lobby.

This time, he opened the door of the side hall in the same way as last week.

He pushed open the door of the side hall, and the dark room was illuminated by the flashlight in his hand. The dark room was filled with white cloth furniture, which looked quiet and weird. The familiar portrait was quietly hanging in the depths of the darkness. The white cloth on it was actually lifted up, and the blurred face of the portrait was quietly staring at Mo Yi in the shadow.

Mo Yi hurriedly withdrew his gaze, then quickly walked to the depths of the room, stretched out his hand to lift the white cloth covered in countless bulges in the darkness - the mahogany furniture was revealed, and although it had become mottled due to the passage of time, it was still thick and strong.

His expression did not change, but instead walked quickly to the next thing next to it, next to the white cloth, and then lifted the white cloth covered on it - still furniture.

Mo Yi began to lift all the white cloths in the room one by one, and Wen Chen also checked the things under the white cloth in the opposite direction as he looked like. The sound of the cloth pulling through the air seemed particularly abrupt in the darkness. The white cloths raised one by one brought up countless tiny dust flying in the air illuminated by the light. The cold room was filled with the smell of decay and the smell of dust.

Furniture, furniture, furniture...

After checking how many furniture under the white cloth, Mo Yi stopped.

The white cloth he held between his fingers quietly fell to the ground, looking like a white river flowing from his hands to the ground. In front of him was a thick dark coffin, standing quietly in front of him illuminated by a flashlight. The old smell smelled disgusting in the dark, but Mo Yi's eyes lit up slightly.

After finding the first coffin, the other coffins began to appear one by one.

The scattered black coffin looked a little scared in the darkness.

It seems that the latter of this dungeon had already considered that the white cloth might be opened by the player to check when the side hall was laid out, so they hid these coffins deep in the room, because there were too many things in the entire side hall, and few players would check what was under the white cloth one by one. After checking part of it, they would lose interest. They believed that the other things in the room were just furniture.

Mo Yi raised his head and stared at the dark coffin standing in front of him.

The lid of the coffin was slightly raised, revealing a dark gap. The dark and thin hand bones stretched out from the dark gap. The flesh on it had peeled off, leaving only the thick bones, which seemed to be still pulling the coffin board outwards and trying to break free.

This is the butler's coffin.

Although this proves the authenticity of the scene I see,...

The coffin is still intact, and the lid has not been lifted open, and it has remained as it has never been moved. This shows that Mo Yi's actions on the surrounding scenery in the previous scene have not been continued into the reality later. Then it is definitely not Mo Yi's return to the past... What would it be?

Is it a memory that can be touched?

Just when Mo Yi was puzzled, he heard Wen Chen's voice coming from not far behind. He turned around and saw Wen Chen looking down at a huge coffin in front of him, with thin golden wires embedded in the dark and heavy wood.

——Madame Claus’s coffin!

Mo Yi's eyes lit up, he put the white cloth in his hand on the furniture beside him, and then quickly walked towards the direction where Wen Chen was. Before he could walk to Wen Chen, his steps could not help but pause slightly, and his eyes crossed the coffin and looked at a corner of the room.
Chapter completed!