Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

What happened next was no different from the previous week.

The butler didn't show up until three o'clock in the afternoon, and politely invited the players to participate in tonight's dinner in formal attire. No matter the tone of voice or facial expression, there was no change. On the face, it seems that it is more blunt and creepy than usual.

Mo Yi stared at his back as he turned away and couldn't help being a little distracted. This time the players didn't gather together like last time, so does the housekeeper have to find other people scattered in the house...?Thinking of how the butler wanted to find the players running around in the corridors and halls one by one, and then repeat the information over and over again, he couldn't help but feel a little indescribably funny.

At this moment, the icy touch on the wrist gently moved up the back of Mo Yi's hand, and then stopped at the root of his ring finger. The icy touch caused slight tremors on the skin, making Mo Yi Subconsciously, she turned her head to look at the person standing beside her - but her gaze was lost.

There is no one around.

Mo Yi was taken aback, but only heard Chen's voice coming from the other side of his body: "What's wrong?"

He followed the voice and saw Wen Chen was on his right, staring at him with concern in his light-colored eyes. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his right hand and gently wrapped it around his left wrist, his fingertips seemed to He could still feel the icy touch left on the skin of his wrist, he shook his head slowly: "It's nothing."

Not an illusion.

Mo Yi was very sure.But he didn't know where the tactile sensation on his wrist just now came from, and why did he choose this time to appear?He gently rubbed the root of his ring finger with his fingertips, his dark eyes were like the dark lake water under the moonlight, rippled layer by layer with unknown emotions.

The ring finger of the left hand is the finger that connects to the heart. Wearing a wedding ring on the ring finger means that the heart of the lover will never break the fetters, and the players of this copy are after all as guests to participate in Mr. and Mrs. De Claus. What did the icy touch of her touch her just now imply?

Mo Yi suddenly seemed to remember something, and slowly reached into his left trouser pocket, and took out the ring.

The pure gold ring is carved into the shape of ouroboros, connected head to tail, the snake's tail is tightly bitten by the wide open mouth, and the perfectly cut ruby ​​is as bright as solidified pigeon blood, reflecting bright and like light red under the light, As if perfectly blending purity and evil together, Mo Yi gently turned the ring in his hand, looking at the two letters engraved on the inside of the ring: te

But for some reason, Mo Yi always felt that the notch seemed a little shallower than before, and even became a little blurry.

He gently stroked the cold and smooth metal surface of the ring and the hard and sharp corners of the gemstone, and slowly pushed the ring to the fingertip of his left ring finger—the cold touch spread from the fingertip, as if it was a silent urging .

At this moment, the sound of light footsteps came from not far away, pulling Mo Yi out of his thoughts. He quickly grasped the ring into his palm, and firmly grasped the small ring in his palm with his fingers. Wrapped by the jewelry, the hard edge burned the soft skin in the palm of the hand a little painfully.

He looked up not far away, and saw two dark figures walking slowly along the dark corridor. As the distance got closer, two familiar faces were gradually exposed to the light——Li Wanghe Zhao Nan.

The two of them walked towards Mo Yi one after the other. Their faces were sickly pale in the dim light. Li Wang's face no longer had the malicious smile Mo Yi saw last time, and it had recovered. Abandoning the usual shallowness and frivolity, he turned his eyes loosely on Mo Yi's face, and then said in a strange tone: "Hey, why are you still hanging out now? Didn't the housekeeper tell you that it's time to change your clothes?" , Why, don’t you think you are your own people?”

The hidden meaning in his voice was very unpleasant, but Mo Yi's expression didn't change a bit, a pair of dark eyes stared at him lightly, and even pressed the back of Wen Chen's hand with his palm hanging by his side without a trace. Let him do something impulsive.

Zhao Nan grabbed Li Wang's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Okay, let's go."

Li Wang glared at Mo Yi one last time, then walked along the corridor with Zhao Nan, passing Mo Yi and Wen Chen.

Wen Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, his light-colored pupils were filled with ups and downs, staring at the two people's backs with a faint murderous intent, he said slowly: "What a pity."

Mo Yi followed Wen Chen's gaze, and took the conversation casually: "What's the pity?"

Wen Chen withdrew his gaze, the expression on his face returned to gloomy and silent, and said softly: "It's a pity that none of them is the marble statue who got in."

That way there's no reason to hold yourself back from doing it yourself.

Mo Yi heard his voice-over, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "It's really a pity."

That's right, Li Wang and Zhao Nan were not marble statues mixed in with the players, they were replaced by another novice player - Mo Yi was shocked when he saw his pale stone-like face in the mirror

However, this does not mean that they have no problems... Leaving aside why these two people suddenly became so familiar, Mo Yi noticed that they walked in one after the other just now, with Li Wang in front and Zhao Nan in front. Finally, their walking route was also the same. Li Wang walked near the central axis of the entire corridor, while Zhao Nan walked beside him step by step. Although it seemed that Zhao Nan stopped Li Wang from provoking further, but never It can be seen from their body movements when walking around that in the "alliance" formed by the two of them, Li Wang is in the dominant position, but based on his previous experience, Mo Yi doesn't think that Zhao Nan will easily give up his leadership. The kind of person who sells.

Mo Yi squinted his eyes thoughtfully, turned the warm ring in his palm that was covered by body temperature around his fingertips, then stuffed it back into his pocket again, he turned his head and said to Wen Chen : "Let's go, we should go back to the room now."

After the two returned to the room, as expected, they saw the familiar dress suit lying quietly on the soft velvet bed, neatly folded.

Mo Yi glanced at the style of the clothes: it was exactly the same as last time.

He shrugged, walked to the bed, picked up his clothes, and was about to change. His handsome eyebrows stretched slightly, and there was an unknown color in his dark pupils:

—The banquet tonight should be very interesting.