Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 192

Mo Yihun's body was dripping with cold sweat, his pupils shrunk, and he stared at the ceiling above his head, a wave of cold swept from his bones, freezing his skeletal muscles and skin along his meridians and blood vessels .

He slowly moved his stiff, cold fingers like stone carving, trembling to tear the ring stuck on the root of his finger, and the uneven protrusions on the inside of the ring would freeze the numb skin under uncontrollable force. The slight itching pain was marked on the upper part, perhaps because of the large range of his movements, and a gentle inquiry came from his ear:

"……what happened?"

Mo Yi froze his pale lips, and didn't answer directly, but just asked with a trembling voice that was difficult to control:

"Also, how much time is left?"

Wen Yan answered very quickly, as if he had been watching the passage of time:

"Forty-five minutes."

Mo Yi closed her eyes slowly, and her frozen brain was slowly calculating. Now it has been more than ten minutes since I last watched my watch. It seems that the time elapsed in the scene is within the copy. It's different, maybe that's why the cold you feel during it will weaken.

He couldn't continue to think deeper now. His mind was numb and distracted, and he could hardly concentrate, let alone organize the clues he just got into lines.

Mo Yi closed her eyes and exhausted all her strength to resist the cold inside her body. The sound of a slight tremor in her teeth became everything she could hear, and the other sounds seemed to be from thousands of miles away. It was distant and blurry from outside, as if shrouded in a thick layer of gauze.

Wen Jing stared quietly at Mo Yi's closed white face, his face was like a trace of blood shrouded in frost, and the thin body wrapped in the quilt sent a slight tremor, Wen Yi bite Tightening his teeth, feeling that his body was also falling into the abyss with Mo Yi, he stepped forward and gently pressed his lips to Mo Yi's cold forehead, feeling powerlessness invading his every An inch of sense, the pain of paranoia spread in the bottom of his heart, but he clenched his teeth tightly without making any sound, for fear of disturbing Mo Yi.

The two hugged each other quietly in bed, as if time was stagnating and years passed.

Finally, I do n’t know how long, Mo Yi felt that the beast-like cold in his body slowly receded, and his frozen body and mind gradually awakened. The senses seemed to have regained his sensitivity. He felt himself. His clothes were soaked with cold sweat, tightly attached to the cold skin, sticky and wet, and his hands and feet gradually warmed up. Mo Yi could almost hear the sound of his blood flowing back in the blood vessels.

He opened his eyes and met Wen Yan, staring at his gaze tightly.

When Wen Yi saw Mo Yi open his eyes, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked quickly:

"Do you feel okay?"

Mo Yi struggled to get up from the bed, pulled out his arm bound by thick goose down, tentatively moved his muscles and joints that had become stiff due to no movement for too long, and then spit out a long The tone is a bit dry:

"……much better."

He glanced down at the watch on his wrist-exactly three hours, no more, no less.

Mo Yi thought bitterly: at least in this respect the game is not pitted.

Wen Yan raised his hand and put the quilt back on Mo Yi, and said indisputably: "Don't move, you haven't fully recovered yet." After finishing, he will be stunned by the action, light gray eyes. Deep in it is the determination that cannot be shaken.

Mo Yi sighed helplessly, moved his arm, and scattered the quilt again:

"I'm really okay. The cold was just a matter of that time. After the side effects disappeared, it returned to normal."

Just then, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Yes, did you have breakfast this morning?"

Wen Yan nodded, raised his hand from the table on the side of the full tray, turned his head to look at Mo Yi: "I checked with the mirror fragments you got before, there is no problem with the food, are you hungry? "

Mo Yi shook his head.

The side effects of the cold just afflicted him. The internal organs in the abdominal cavity seemed to be frozen by the cold, so that he now has no appetite.

According to the previous reasoning, pigment will be mixed into the food from this meal, but this time the breakfast is not pigment ... then it is likely that the secret person in this copy found the clue that he got, knowing this The behavior will not be useful, so I gave up targeting myself.

Mo Yi couldn't help but be mixed-although the food concerns were much smaller in the future, in the current situation of the enemy, the more cards he exposed in his hands, the less advantage there is, and it is likely to be targeted by the opponent Deal with.

He took a deep breath slowly, sorting out the clues he had obtained in his mind.

Judging from the phenomena exposed now, it can basically summarize the general story line. According to the large number of portraits and marble statues in the former house, Mr. Claus should be an artist, and the woman in the portrait should be that he is dead. His wife, who killed all the servants in his house and took their brains to make special paints, is likely to just resurrect her.

But ... there is still a lot to be said about this copy.

How does repainting the portrait relate to the resurrection of his wife? What's going on in this cycle?

Mo Yi frowned, but couldn't figure out anything—now it's just simple conjecture and reasoning. It's better to take a look at the scene. He lifted the quilt off the bed and repeatedly assured himself that Wen Wen had already After fully recovering their health, they barely got Wen Yu's suspicious approval, and the two walked out of the room one after the other.

There was no one from the corridor to the lobby, and the remaining players should have finished their exploration and returned to their rooms at this point.

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

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

He pushed open the door of the side hall. The dark room was illuminated by a flashlight in his hand. The dark room was filled with white cloth furniture and looked quiet and weird. The familiar portrait was quietly Hanging deep in the dark, the white cloth on it was lifted up, and the portrait blurred face stared at Mo Yi quietly in the shadows.

Mo Yi hurriedly retracted his gaze, then hurriedly walked into the depths of the room, reached out and lifted the white cloth covered in countless bulges in the dark—the mahogany furniture was exposed, although it had become mottled as the years passed. , But still thick and strong.

He did not change his expression, but instead walked quickly to the side next to it, covered by the white cloth, and then lifted the white cloth covered there-still furniture.

Mo Yi started to open all the white cloths in the room one by one, Wen Wen also checked the things under the white cloths in the opposite direction as he looked. The breaking sound of the cloths seemed to stand out in the dark and was lifted one by one. The white cloth brought countless tiny dusts flying in the air illuminated by light, and the cold room was full of unpleasant decaying smell and smell of dust.

Furniture, furniture, furniture ...

After not knowing how much furniture under the white cloth was checked, Mo Yi stopped.

The white cloth held between his fingers fell quietly to the ground, looking like a white river flowing from his hand to the ground. In front of him was a heavy, heavy black coffin, standing quietly on the light illuminated by a flashlight. Ahead, the stale smell smelled disgusting in the dark, but Mo Yi's eyes lightened slightly.

After the first coffin was found, the other coffins began to show up one by one.

The scattered black coffins looked a little hairy in the dark.

It seems that in the case of this copy of the curtain, when the side hall was arranged, it was considered that the player might open the white cloth for inspection. Therefore, these coffins were hidden in the depth of the room because there were too many things in the entire side hall. And few players will check what is under the white cloth one by one. After checking a part, they will lose interest. They pretend to think that everything else in the room is just furniture.

Mo Yi looked up at the dark coffin standing in front of his eyes.

The coffin lid was slightly lifted up, revealing a dark gap, and the dark, thin hand bones protruded slightly from the dark gap. The flesh had peeled off, leaving only the skeletal bones. Pull outside and try to break free.

This is the steward's coffin.

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

The coffin is still intact, and the lid has not been lifted, and it has remained untouched. This shows that Mo Yi's actions on the surrounding scenery in the previous scene have not been continued to After the reality came, then definitely not Mo Yi back to the past ... what would it be?

Is it a memory that can be touched?

Just when Mo Yi was puzzled, he heard Wen Yan's voice coming from not far behind. He turned around and saw Wen Yan looking down at a huge coffin in front of him. The dark, heavy wood was inlaid with fine gold wires.

-Mrs. Claus's coffin!

Mo Yi's eyes lighted up, and he put the white cloth in his hand on the furniture beside him, and then walked quickly toward the direction where Wen Yan was, but he could not help but walk slightly when he hadn't reached Wen Yan. Suddenly, he looked over the coffin to the corner of the room.

I saw a blurry white shadow standing quietly in that deep dark corner.

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