Congratulations on Your Successful Escape - Chapter 159

Chapter 159

The room was silent, everyone’s eyes were attracted by the housekeeper standing in the doorway, the cold air was heavy and deadlocked, it was difficult to breathe like thick glue, no one speaks, quiet as if you could hear the room. The sound of flowing wind.

The corridor outside the room was dimly lit, but the contour of the housekeeper’s face was not very clear. Only a pair of black eyes could see the players in the room without emotion on the pale face, which made people shudder.

Mo Yi remembered that the last time he saw him in this room, he had n’t even had time to remove the white cloth covered with oil painting, but the steward removed him directly from the room, and this time, all players All gathered in the room, and even tried to destroy the painting-now he is very curious how the housekeeper will react when he sees the situation in front of him.

I saw the housekeeper’s eyes slowly looking around the room, a pair of dark and dark eyes like two black holes.

His pale facial muscles didn’t move a minute, and looked calm as if a mess in front of him had never appeared in front of his eyes, listening only to the cold and gentle voice of the steward as he did before:

“Dear distinguished guests, please return to your own room to dress up. The dinner will be held in an hour and a half.”

As soon as his voice fell, he only heard a thick bell ringing from the corridor: it was three o’clock in the afternoon.

After speaking, the housekeeper gave a deep gift to the players standing in the room, then turned and walked towards the corridor. Before the darkness swallowed his thin figure, Mo Yi quickly stepped forward and stopped him:

“and many more.”

The steward left, and turned slowly, revealing a half-rigid, pale face.

Mo Yi’s brow frowned, a pair of dark eyes staring tightly at the figure of the housekeeper, with a faint light on the bottom of the eyes: “Clean up the dress?”

Yesterday’s dinner did not require dressing up. Is this time different from last time?

And … if there is a dress code for this dinner, the players will definitely not bring the evening dress into the copy, will this copy be prepared for them?

The steward replied in the same tone: “Yes, but don’t worry, your dresses have already been sent to the room.”

-It seems that this copy is prepared for them.

Mo Yi didn’t stop there. Instead, he stepped forward slowly, narrowing the distance between him and the housekeeper. He asked in a calm and calm tone:

“Since this dinner is so formal, should we be able to meet Mr. Claus and Mrs. Claus during dinner?”

The steward turned his pale face squarely towards him, and those black holes of eyes stared straight at him through the dimly lit room, with a smooth voice: “Of course, you are noble guests.”

Mo Yi stared at the skinny figure of the butler in front of his dark eyes, without letting go of the slight changes in the muscles on his face-but the face of the butler was still calm like a cold stone-just then Just listening to a strange sound from the other end of the room, in the quiet room it sounded a little fretful and high-pitched:

“They won’t show up at the dinner for any reason, right? Just like the previous times?”

Mo Yiwen’s voice turned to the side slightly, and swept away in the direction of the sound with Yu Guang: I just saw a familiar face, just the senior player who had shown him the way in the hall before, he seemed Also anxious by the pressure of this copy, her face was pale and stiff.

The steward also turned his head, looked in the direction of the voice, and replied in his usual tone:

“As a servant, I should not deliberately discuss the owner’s private affairs, I am very sorry.”

It is the same smooth evasion and circle. It can be counted as oil and salt not entering, dripping water, knowing that there is no way to squeeze more information from him. Everyone couldn’t help but be silent for a while. .

The housekeeper bowed deeply to the players in the room again, then turned and walked into the deep corridor. The thick shadow swallowed his thin figure and disappeared into the sight of everyone.

Zhao Nan, who was interrupted by the appearance of the butler just now, could not say anything at this moment, but he gave a malicious glance to Mo Yi secretly, and then turned and walked directly toward the corridor outside the room.

The others looked at each other face to face and followed each other, walking towards their own room.

In the silent side hall, only Mo Yi and Wen Yi were left. The fluctuations in the cold air seemed to be quiet at last. Fine dust floated quietly in front of the flashlight’s beam of light, and the corridor came to my ears. Low-pitched talk and cluttered footsteps.

Mo Yi turned to look at the wall on the side of the room, and saw that the oil painting was quietly enveloped in the darkness. In the shadows, only the two bright colors on the dim canvas, the face on the portrait, could be seen. His dark eyes stared silently at Mo Yi, who was not far away, and his red lips were dazzling like drinking blood.

But in any case, the woman in the painting is still beautiful—unlike the quiet and hazy before, it is a ghostly and strange beauty, which is inserted sharply into the heart of the viewer like a sharp knife, deep enough to see the blood Horror and morbid beauty.

It was almost as if she was alive.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and cast a final glance at the oil painting, then turned and walked out with Wen Yan.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I just felt a depressing and cold wind blowing, and the door of the room closed with a bang, the huge noise startled Mo Yi and turned to look behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the smooth sound of the piano coming through the closed door. The gloomy, heavy music sounded strangely strange in the long and quiet corridor.

Mo Yi froze, staring at the closed door in front of her eyes, reaching out and trying to push.

The door was shut deadly, as if welded to death.

Mo Yigui moved so close together that he slowly pressed his face to the cold and hard door panel and looked in through the cracks in the door.

The narrow and restricted field of vision had only a thin slit, and the dim light in the side hall and the layered furniture covered with white cloth blocked his vision. Mo Yi reluctantly changed the angle under limited conditions. The piano Finally appeared in sight.

The piano sounded abruptly.

The black piano surface reflected a slight cold light in the darkness.

The white cloth covering it was gone, and the piano was empty.

Mo Yi slowly took a few steps back, looking thoughtfully at the door panel that was tightly closed in front of him-he remembered that when he was in the room in the dark door in the side hall just now, the fuzzy figure was only his own It is impossible to see with the naked eye … except through a mirror.

He exhaled slowly, took a deep look at the quiet side hall, then turned his head to Wen Yan and said, “Let’s go.”

They walked down the corridor together. There was no one in the hall or on the stairs. Obviously, other players had already rushed to their room.

Mo Yi and Wen Yan walked up the stairs, through the quiet corridor, and walked towards their room.

He reached out to open the door of the room, and subconsciously looked at the oil painting behind the door—the black and red colors entangled into an irregular abstract pattern, which was twisted into a huge circle in a black-gold frame. The shape, like a circular channel, extends inwardly and deeply inwardly, and it can almost **** people’s sight and consciousness together.

I don’t know why, Mo Yi always feels … what seems to have changed since he saw it last time.

He frowned subconsciously, but his divergent thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Wen Yan closing the door.

Mo Yi froze, remembering his purpose of returning to the room, turned around and pushed away the small compartment and the bathroom in the room, hurriedly searching for something in the room, while jingling for a while After the sound passed, Mo Yi finally stopped his search and leaned slowly against the wall, staring thoughtfully at the chaotic, chaotic room.

There are no mirrors in the room.

He began to carefully recall every scene after he entered the copy, searching frame by frame like a slow-moving movie, searching for the presence of mirrors in any room he had seen.

A few minutes later, Mo Yi was finally convinced that in this copy, the only time he saw the mirror was in the room leading to the dark door in the side hall. Although he has not confirmed in the room where other players live, Mo Yi is not surprised if there are no mirrors in other people’s rooms.

He slowly took a deep breath, then turned and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as he went out, Mo Yi saw Wen Yan standing by the bed not far away, and looked down at what he was looking at.

Mo Yi stepped closer, stopped beside Wen Yi, and followed his gaze to the bed.

I saw a set of custom-made evening gowns on the paved sheets without a trace of wrinkles. The tailored shoulder line and waist line were smooth and delicate, and the dark and flat taffeta flashed slightly in the light. Light, Victorian cuffs and necklines are embroidered with gorgeous dark lines, looking low-key and calm.

Mo Yi simply reached over and turned over-indeed it is a complete set, whether it is a shirt vest or bow tie, and even some luxurious simple accessories, all arranged without any flaws, it is like a Victorian era Gu now looks the same on this bed.

It seems that this is what the housekeeper calls “dressing up.”

Mo Yi turned to look at Wen Yan, only to see that he was staring at himself with bright eyes. Although the facial features had no expression on his face, he didn’t know why, he just saw the faint expectation in the other’s eyes.

He raised his bow tie with his fingertips and looked at Wen Yan, and asked doubtfully, “Do you want to wear it?”

Wen Yan shook his head.

Mo Yi froze, then reacted instantly, raising an eyebrow: “You … want to see me wear?”

Wen Yan didn’t shake his head and nodded, the muscles on both sides of the cheeks tightened slightly, the flashing light in the light-colored eyes and the slightly accelerated breathing leaked his emotions.

Mo Yi sighed helplessly.

——Forget it anyway, for the dinner tonight.

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