Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 165

Mo Yi frowned slowly, holding the doorknob harder and shaking it back a few times-still as tight as steel pouring, as if the door panel and the wall in front of him grew completely together. Similarly, the sound of a collision between the door lock and the door frame did not come out.

He slowly let go of his palm, took a few steps back, and his expression gradually became heavy.

Wen Yan's voice came from behind him: "What's wrong?"

Mo Yi stared at the closed door, and replied absently: "The door can't be opened."

At this moment, the door panel in front of him made a knocking sound.

The percussion sounded without warning in the immediate distance, which made Mo Yi startled. Before he could calm down, the more rapid percussion sounded again--

"Oh!"

Mo Yi stabilized his mind, stepped forward slowly, and put his palm on the doorknob before the next knock on the door.

The door handle is movable.

Mo Yi's heart vibrated slightly, but his face remained indistinct, he held his breath and waited.

At the moment the next hurricane-like knock sounded, he clenched the doorknob in his hand and pushed it down hard, then pulled the door open with a thunderbolt—!

The knocking came to an abrupt end.

There was nothing at the door.

Literally, nothing.

The corridor in front of me turned into countless twisting and rotating patterns, dark red brown brown yellow mixed together, as if the corridor was pulled by an invisible hand and twisted into a weird shape. In the depth of this scene, it was hollow and dead The thick black shadow of the scalp is numb as if it is spreading darkness. It seems that there is something dark and terrible lurking in the depths of the darkness, quietly dormant and waiting.

It looked like ... the scene Moe saw in the corridor after being selected as a red victim.

While Mo Yining was staring at the scene in front of him--

A violent grab of the door panel from Mo Yi's hand, and then flung it back into the door frame, making a "bang" deafening sound, buzzing his ears.

There was only a moment of silence in the room.

Mo Yi frowned, and gently squeezed his numb, left-handed tiger's mouth with his right hand, then slowly stepped forward two steps to the door, and leaned his palm toward the door handle on the door.

It has once again turned into a solid form that seemed solid before, and cannot move at all.

Mo Yi's brow tightened with doubt, he slowly opened the distance between himself and the door, and then turned to look at Wen Yan standing behind him.

Before the words in his mouth were spoken, Wen Wen raised his chin slightly towards the room, and pointed to the bed with a pointed gesture.

Mo Yi froze, followed Wen Wen's eyes and looked into the room, and saw that on his bedside, the bedside table on which the invitation card was placed on the first day, a small square was placed squarely. tray.

And he was sure that it was definitely not there when he woke up.

Mo Yi walked over quickly and saw a few small dishes on the tray. He lifted the lid off—food.

-At least this copy doesn't seem to starve them to death.

Mo Yi thought with self-deprecation in his heart, then moved the small dishes out of the tray skillfully, then picked up the tray and carefully searched for possible clues.

The whole plate seemed to be empty except for the food provided to the player.

and……

Mo Yi's gaze stayed on the silver tray for a moment, and then he looked away with regret-and the whole tray was made of matte material, which could not be used as a mirror or anything.

He sighed silently and thought comfortably in his own heart: Anyway ... even if it can reflect things, it cannot be used. After all, this kind of things sent into the player's room cannot be kept private. Copies are recycled, just like the trays and dishes that were delivered a few days ago.

Mo Yi frowned and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the tray on the bed and thinking deeply.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something, suddenly stood up, touched his pocket, and pulled out the folded invitation.

I saw that the previous string of text did not know when it actually changed, and the content above became--

"Mr. Mo Yi,

Mr. De Klaus and Mrs. De Klaus sincerely invite you to their wedding at 6 o'clock tonight. "

Mo Yining stared at the text in front of the invitation, his eyes paused for a few seconds at "six o'clock", and then reached out to turn the invitation to the back: I saw that there was still the fuzzy round-like dark pattern above, under the light The slight sheen in the flashing, although the specific outline above is still not clear, it seems much clearer than when Mo Yi saw it before.

He frowned and recognized it for a while, then walked quickly to the door of the house price, looking at the picture that had become unrecognizable, the red black and white on it were stirred together, mixed into a huge circle, painted in black and gold Rotating inside the frame, it looks like a huge eye staring at Mo Yi standing outside the painting.

He held up the invitation in his hand, placed it next to the picture frame, and compared it with the small changes in the texture and details of the outline.

Finally, Mo Yi was convinced that the outline of the long picture was exactly the same as that on the invitation.

In this case, the lines of the skirts worn on the corpses should also look like before.

Mo Yi folded the invitation back into her pocket, and then stood with her arms in front of the picture in front of her, tilted her head and looked carefully, trying to figure out the connotation of this overly abstract picture, but Still nothing.

Maybe ... it's still unfinished?

Mo Yi frowned, and the more I thought about it, the more the possibility was reasonable. The picture on the invitation gradually became clear, and the painting on the wall seemed to change gradually. Every time Mo Yi saw it, It will find it different from last time.

He stepped back slowly, pulling away from the picture a little, trying to look at the oil painting from a distance.

But at this moment, Mo Yi felt that his back was hit, and he turned his head to look behind him, only to see Wen Yan standing behind him, a pair of light-colored eyes under the contoured brow bone He looked at him deeply, looking sharp and bright in the backlight, as if it contained thousands of words.

Mo Yi raised an eyebrow in doubt, and asked, "What's wrong?"

He smelled his lips, his eyes flickered a little, his complexion remained calm and indifferent, he whispered:

"You have been wandering in the room for an hour."

Mo Yi froze and looked down at his watch: it seems like ... it really is, it seems that he has been immersed in his thoughts for a long time.

Wen Yan reached out and held his shoulder, the look in his eyes was serious:

"And didn't eat."

Mo Yi froze slightly, and at this moment, as if in response to what Wen Wen said, he suddenly murmured in his stomach, only then did Mo Yi realize the emptiness and peace rising in his stomach. A slight cramp, could not help but reach out and hold his stomach, his facial expression nodded slightly, and then said with some difficulty:

"……you're right."

He turned and walked towards the dishes on the nightstand, hurriedly stuffing already cold food into his stomach.

Wen Yi hesitated, stepped forward, reached out and held Mo Yi's movement.

But it's late ... After reluctantly suppressing the hunger in the stomach, a new discomfort arises from the stomach-it seems that the cold food was stuffed too fast in the fasting state just now, the cold food is in The stomach slumped and fell down.

Mo Yi's brow wrinkled for a moment in remorse, and then released without a trace.

He stood up casually and smiled and said, "I'm full."

After speaking, he was going to walk to the oil painting hanging in the doorway, but just halfway through, he snatched his wrist.

Wen Yan sighed low, pulled Mo Yi to the bed and sat down, then put his palm to his stomach, gently and expertly rubbed him.

The cold temperature penetrated through the thin clothes, but Mo Yi quickly felt the relief of the pain.

He raised his eyebrows in amazement and looked at Wen Yan, opened his mouth to ask something, but in the next second he changed his mouth to something else: "... thanks a lot."

Wen Yan's brow frowned slightly, his face stared at him with some seriousness, and his deep outline looked a little cold:

"I know my stomach is still bad, and I can't stop it ..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yi couldn't help showing a shallow smile, and his cold voice was a little smile: "You sound like an old woman."

The kind of familiarity brought by this sentence struck two people instantly, making them both involuntarily stunned a little, the smile on the corner of the lips subconsciously converged, and stagnated each other deeply.

Wen Yan's eyebrows softened for a moment, then he magically took out a candy and stuck it in Mo Yi's mouth. Then he went forward and licked on his sweet lips. With a smile, he said gently, "If it still hurts ... want to see a rabbit?"

Mo Yi's brows frowned, and the unpleasant experience of seeing the rabbit before came back to his mind extremely sharply, slowly revealing a skin-smiling and unsmiling expression:

"No, thank you."

At this moment, the familiar knocking sounded again at the door, and it was very sharp and harsh in the dead room——

"Oh!"

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