Congratulations on Your Successful Escape - Chapter 157

Chapter 157

The bells stopped, and only the deep aftershocks echoed in the empty house, and there was silence in the dim side hall.

The crowd was facing each other silently, the atmosphere was tight and rigid, and the cold air in the cellar seemed to be tightened to the extreme bowstrings, holding the breath subconsciously.

At this moment, the sound of the soles rubbing the smooth ground broke the silence-Mo Yi looked at the sound, and saw that Li Wangzheng stiffly squeezed from the end of the crowd to the front, his face was not very clear in the dim light. He stared at the portrait behind Mo Yi. His voice seemed to be high-pitched due to being too nervous, and said upside down:

“In short, everything is the ghost of this painting, isn’t it-“

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and he couldn’t help but feel an ominous premonition–he remembered that the color implied in Li Wang’s note was also white …

The next victim is likely to be born in white.

Li Wang was speaking faster and faster, more and more excited, so that he had to stop and take a deep breath to continue.

I saw him walking a few steps back and forth in the open space a little fiercely, pulling his fingers nervously, and then, as if exploding, he shouted forcefully:

“I won’t sit still anyway, wait, wait to be killed by the **** unclear–“

He walked a few steps, staring paranoidly at the strangely faded oil painting, his eyes covered with a layer of bright red blood, his pupils were slightly enlarged physiologically due to fear, and they looked extraordinarily unstable.

Li Wang turned his head to look at the crowd, his voice uncontrollably raised: “Anyway, it’s all a ghost of this painting! It would be better to destroy this painting!”

Mo Yi heard this Li Wang and heard that he had no idea in his head, and frowned.

They still haven’t figured out the law of this copy at all, and they don’t know what inestimable results if they start to work on this painting, they just start to look at what is the key clue in the copy-it is too unwise Already.

He said lightly, “Don’t get excited.”

Li Wangwen looked at him, a flushed face dominated by emotions—but he seemed to remember the pain of eating here at Mo Yi last night, and he flinched away from his eyes, then insisted:

“I’m not thrilled … everyone else thinks the same way! All the problems lie with this picture–“

Mo Guang’s Yu Guang saw a hint of secret maliciousness flashing on Zhao Nan’s face, and he could not help but hesitated a little. Then, in the next second, he heard only Zhao Nan’s voice sounded in the empty room: “I think you are right . “

Li Wang heard support from others, and it was even more difficult to restrain his arrogance, and his original guilty conscience disappeared from his face.

Zhao Nan added with a somber voice: “Anyway, the oil paintings in our own room can’t be disposed of now, then it’s better to try whether this oil painting can be destroyed.”

Some of the other players nodded in agreement, Mo Yi swept around without any trace, and found that most of the nods were those who got white notes.

He shrugged calmly and said lightly:

“okay then.”

Zhao Nan froze and looked at Mo Yi with some surprise. Obviously, he did not expect that he would be so easy to be persuaded.

The corners of his eyebrows were stained with an unobtrusive color, turning his head and instructing other players to go to the outside room to look for a weapon that can open the canvas, and he and the other two male players stepped forward and struggled to get the picture The picture was taken off the wall.

Mo Yi stepped back a few steps, holding his arms aside, watching them indifferently.

Wen Yan stood next to him, raising his eyebrows slightly, his light eyes with a cold light that could not be ignored, and asked softly, “Do you need me to do something?”

Mo Yi shook his head, his dark eyes shimmered in the darkness, and his voice was cold and cold: “No need.”

Although only Zhao Nan and Li Wang are in trouble at the moment, in fact, it is not only the two of them who have such a mentality.

Those who accompany Zhao Nan and Li Wang are desperate players. They know that they are likely to be the next victim. They are like people blindfolded and driven to the cliff. They are panicked and do not know how to hang. When will the sword of Damocles fall down. This mood is depressive, unstable, restless, and extremely dangerous. And in order to maintain the number of players in the remaining days of this copy, it is not wise to engage with the crowd now.

Rather than repress, let out.

In addition, Mo Yi has long seen what would happen if the oil painting in the room was destroyed, so Mo Yi is skeptical about whether they can really destroy the oil painting so easily.

Even if the worst situation really happened-the oil painting was ruined, the boss in the copy was provoked, and Mo Yi had the confidence to be able to retreat.

Mo Yi stared indifferently at the busy people, with an undisguised look in his eyes.

Just then, there seemed to be something glimpsed in his afterglow-something seemed to be moving in the darkness in the corner.

Mo Yi froze for a moment. Looking at it, he only captured the blurry shadows that were disappearing in the shadows, and brought only a few waves in the cold and dark air, almost disappearing in the blink of an eye. Yi thought it was just dazzling.

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, and finally turned his head to look at the busy people in the sky-Zhao Nan and the other two players have removed the oil painting from the wall and laid it on the ground. Other players are trying their best. Taking the canvas out of the heavy black frame, no one noticed their unusual movement here.

Mo Yi turned and walked in the direction of the room where the shadow disappeared, followed by Wen Yan.

The two disappeared silently out of the crowd’s attention.

Mo Yi reluctantly moved forward in the fuzzy light, and the furniture covered with white cloth stood high and low in front of him, turning the road in front of him into a chaotic and distorted maze, but he also successfully covered the figures of the two. No trace.

The side hall is much larger than Mo Yi imagined.

He walked through the irregular narrow gap between the furniture and the furniture with some difficulty. The nose end was smelling of raised dust. The more he moved forward, the lower the temperature was, and the bitter cold was like a cellar.

Finally, Mo Yi came to an end, and he turned around and looked at it-now he can’t see the other players at all, and can only faintly hear their voices.

He took out the flashlight he had been carrying, and searched carefully at the end of the room.

This part in front of you is no different from the other exposed corners of the side hall. The floor is covered by soft and thick carpets. At the corner where three walls meet, a marble bust lifts the ceiling with a smooth muscle arm. The wall surface The openwork carved out has a rich decoration.

A fine texture blanket hangs on the wall. Although the color looks a bit distorted under the light of the flashlight, it can still be seen when it is not dusty.

Mo Yi ran his fingers across the surface of the blanket, and the dust flew in the light as he moved—

He paused slowly, his eyebrows raised, and his fingers fumbled for the irregular bulges under the blanket.

Mo Yi grabbed one side of the blanket, and then lifted the blanket hanging on the wall.

More dust was raised, jumping like a carnival in the dark space, and Mo Yi coughed a few times.

He waved away the dust that was blocking his eyes, and saw a closed door panel appear on the blanket-covered wall, the contour of the edge and the texture of the wall subtly blended together, even without looking carefully. Hard to detect.

Mo Yi gently pushed the door panel in front of his eyes with his fingertips, and only heard a rough sound of friction sounded in silence. The door in front of him slowly cut a small slit, and sent it through the dark slit. Here comes the cold, dry air.

The familiar, cold and sweet aroma escaped from the crack of the door like a solid body, and Mo Yi could not help but hold his breath slightly.

He pushed a little harder, and the door in front of him pushed open a road that could only accommodate one person, and then seemed to be stuck and he couldn’t move.

Mo Yi and Wen Yan exchanged a look, then they walked into the room first.

However, as soon as he stepped into the darkness, he only heard a bang from behind.

The door was closed tightly.

Mo Yi raised her eyebrows very unexpectedly, then turned her head towards the closed door in the darkness behind her, and tried to call the name Wen Wen a few times-no one answered, as if they were separated by not A thin door panel, but an entire dimension.

But ordinary doors couldn’t keep Wen Yan behind.

Mo Yi accepted the reality without any obstacles. He took a deep breath, grasped the cold flashlight in his hand, and walked slowly along the dark and narrow corridor in front of him.

At the end of the corridor was another door.

Mo Yi stretched out his hand, and the door was pushed open without any obstacle. The cold and sweet scent seemed to be more intense, and a bright room was exposed in front of his eyes.

This is obviously the lady’s boudoir—the delicate dressing table, the shady curtain, the tall and heavy wardrobe, and the soft and gorgeous feather bed in the center of the room.

At the other end of the room, there was a closed door that looked almost exactly like the door Mo Yi had just opened.

Mo Yi walked slowly into the room and stopped in front of the dresser.

The dresser was cluttered with messy letters, and he looked down casually–the dark lines printed on the stationery were obviously the family crest of the Claus family–the wings of the eagle were covered by lily vine Winding sword, with a silver K in the middle.

Mo Yi frowned-no matter how you look at it, this gorgeous symbol can’t be twisted into the fuzzy circular pattern you see elsewhere, so … since this is the family crest of the Claus family, What’s that round pattern? Why are there so many key places?

He frowned and lowered the stationery in his hand as he was about to look for other clues, but moved slightly.

Mo Yi saw through the blurred vanity mirror in front of her, and behind her figure, a second blurred shadow appeared.

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