Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Mo Yi slowly looked around at the servants around him, and quietly narrowed his eyes.

Although he has been waiting for such an opportunity for a long time, but now he hastily and hastily agreed to the other party's request, coupled with the fact that the cooling time of the props has not yet passed, it is obviously sending himself into a dangerous situation from which he cannot escape. unwise.

Mo Yi smiled politely and calmly:

"If he wants to see me, let him come to me in person."

After finishing speaking, he brushed the butler's shoulder without changing his face, and continued to walk forward with a steady and steady pace, as if the group of servants surrounded by him were so pale and stiff that they hardly looked like human beings did not exist. of.

There was silence in the corridor, only the slight sound of footsteps stepping steadily on the soft carpet could be heard.

——No one stepped forward to stop them.

When Mo Yi turned the corner at the end of the corridor, he glanced at the place where he was standing before without a trace, and his heart skipped a beat—there were countless expressionless pale faces lined up in the dimly lit corridor, all dressed in The servants in the straight black and white uniforms were all staring at the direction they were leaving, while the butler was standing in front of everyone, staring at him with empty and dark eyes, which contained a vaguely ominous meaning.

The two walked forward along the already empty corridor.

Mo Yi frowned slightly, feeling an indescribable sense of unease in his heart. He knew that the other party would never let it go. After all, his prompt was basically equivalent to breaking up the other party's layout, and it was too late to rebuild the method of killing now. - He was forcing the other party to show up, but Mo Yi also knew that the other party would not give up so easily.

The two had already returned to the door of the room.

Mo Yi pushed the door of the room open with a face of contemplation, then seemed to remember something, turned his head and said to Wen Chen:

"Right, that..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a huge pulling force coming from behind him, pulling him back unexpectedly, and his whole body fell on his back without warning——

In the chaotic and upside-down vision, he saw a pair of pale arms protruding from the dark picture frame, with blue fingers tightly wrapped around his shoulders, and at the same time, the door not far in front of him seemed to be opened. He closed it vigorously like life, and blocked Wen Chen's shocked face from the door.

The back of Mo Yi's head hit the hard picture frame heavily, and a moment of drowsiness surrounded by pain hit him instantly. The sky was spinning, and his consciousness was pulled by an irresistible force and sank into the darkness.

In a daze, he seemed to hear Wen Chen's angry but panicked voice, but he couldn't make out what Wen Chen was talking about. In his sight, he saw fog rushing into the room from the gap and bottom of the door panel crazily. Condensed the translucent outline of the palm,

Mo Yi struggled to stretch out his hand, his limp arm raised as if he wanted to hold the hands that were stretched out to him, but a second before his fingertips touched——

It became dark in an instant.

Those arms jerked him into the painting.

The nausea and dizziness brought about by the concussion covered Mo Yi's vision with a hazy veil, and he saw everything with blurred double images. I felt as if I was being pushed by the raging tide and fell deep. The arms that pulled him into it could no longer be found. As far as I could see, it seemed to be a world flooded with paint, pale marble limbs He was sinking and floating in the paint, but Mo Yi stretched out his hand, but he couldn't touch the slightest bit. Everything around him was empty, and he was enveloped by a powerless sense of bewilderment.

Visions like withered roses flashed before my eyes.

But before Mo Yi could focus on its appearance, the huge swirl-like attraction in front of him suddenly pulled him into it.

After spinning around for a while, Mo Yi felt himself fall heavily on the hard floor, his limbs and torso felt faintly sore, and his mind was buzzing. He struggled to stand up, holding the only one beside him with his palm There are still wave after wave of dizziness in the sight of the support, and everything is a blurred double image.

Mo Yi tightly closed his eyes, pressed his forehead against the cold wall, and waited for the menacing dizziness to pass.

The overwhelming nausea in his body finally receded a little bit. Mo Yi slowly opened his eyes, and the double image in front of him also faded a lot. Although it was still a little blurry, he could basically see the scene in front of him a little bit clearly.

He couldn't help but froze.

On the wall that I was supporting just now, countless oil paintings were hung crookedly, each with a frame made of black wood surrounded by gold threads, and the painting closest to me was a naked and pale man. The woman lay quietly on the blood-stained silk and satin, her whole head rolled down, her black eyes half-opened, staring out of the painting peacefully.

This is... the painting hanging in my room.

And it should be the completed version that will only appear if you die.

——And I should have been pulled in from this painting just now.

Mo Yi took a few steps back slowly, looked up at all the paintings hanging on this wall, and he quickly recognized some familiar faces: there was a still life hanging on the upper right of the wall, in which were several bottles and A bitten apple, the bottle in the corner of the picture is pouring quietly, black viscous liquid flows out from the mouth of the bottle, like asphalt flowing on the tablecloth.In the oil painting hanging directly above the wall is a galloping and roaring ocean. The dark blue and dark black waves are violently rolled up amidst lightning and thunder. The dark ocean is bottomless. Besides, there are many familiar picture.

——These are all the pictures hanging in the dead player's room.

So... In this way, every oil painting hanging in the player's room leads here.

Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, but suddenly found a place that he hadn't noticed just now—looking through the gap between the oil painting and the oil painting, he could see that the color of the wall was the familiar brass color, as if Yes—the same as the gate.

He gasped, turned around abruptly, and looked carefully at the room he was in.

Dried and semi-dried paints seemed to be rushing in from the gaps in all directions, bulging from the cracks between the ceiling, the wall and the floor, protruding into ugly shapes like countless overlapping tumors, countless white broken tables and chairs Quietly sinking in the hard lump between the paint and the paint, it seems to have been aged for a long time, and the surface has been mottled and yellowed, but it can still be recognized - this is the table and chair in the room where the wedding was held.

However, the walls and ceiling in the room are dazzling scarlet. Although the gorgeous decorations are faded and dusty, you can still see the appearance of the room where the ball was held.

Or rather, they were originally the same room.

Mo Yi's gaze was suddenly attracted by something in front of him. He walked forward slowly, stretched out his hand and lifted the old gauze curtain hanging heavily in front of his eyes, and his vision became clear——

At the end of the room, in the depths of the fungal forest formed by the accumulation and solidification of pigments, there is an altar covered with dust, whose shape is almost hard to distinguish. The altar should be the place where the newlyweds swore, but it stands quietly There is a dark coffin, the coffin is as dark as the night, and the heavy wood is wrapped with thin gold threads, shimmering in the dim light.

The coffin looked smooth and brand-new, without a trace of dust on it, and it looked particularly strange among the countless piles of solidified paint and old and rotten utensils.

Mo Yi saw that there seemed to be some vague protrusions on the cover of the coffin.

When he got closer, he realized that what was placed on it was just a withered rose.

Mo Yi frowned slowly, looked up and looked around the whole room, the uneven walls of the room mixed the characteristics of the two rooms, the pale white that belonged to the wedding room overlapped with the scarlet that belonged to the ball room, the luxurious decoration and the plain gauze The curtains are separated from each other, and countless solidified and raised pigments almost divide the room into two completely parallel but interrelated rooms, which makes people feel a strange sense of space-time disorder.

This room hidden in the brass-colored door is like the heart of the whole house.

And the oil paintings hanging on the gate are connected with the oil paintings in the player's room, like blood vessels tightly connected to the heart, connecting this room with other places in the house, and this is the core and soul of the whole house .

Mo Yi felt that his heart was slowly tightened by the conjectures that appeared in his mind.

He took a deep breath and looked away from the almost unrecognizable room.

At this moment, a familiar man's voice sounded in his ears, that voice seemed to come from all directions in the room, enveloping Mo Yi like a huge net, the voice was low but young, slowly chanting:

"There is a sad and unfathomable cellar, where fate has abandoned me; the pink and cheerful sunshine cannot enter, and I am alone with the gloomy night god..."

Mo Yi froze for a moment, and suddenly realized what the other party was reading——

This is a chapter in "Flowers of Evil", called "A Ghost", and the other party is reciting the first paragraph of this poem, [Dark Night].

This poem is not a very famous chapter in Flowers of Evil, and Mo Yi himself did not have much research on Baudelaire, so he is not very familiar with this poem. The verse provided is a quote from this poem - "A Phantom".

As the male voice recited slowly and long, Mo Yi could feel his long-standing impression of this poem slowly emerging.

"...a graceful and radiant apparition, now and then shining, stretching, and unfolding, until the whole figure appeared"

Mo Yi was taken aback.

ghost?

Before he could think about it any deeper, he only heard the man's low-pitched recitation until he reached the second part [Fragrance]:

"...The deep and strange charm is intoxicating, the past years are reappearing in the present! The lover picks the wonderful flowers of memory on the cherished body..."

fragrance.

Mo Yi's eyes sank slowly, and now he recalled the whole poem clearly. Before the male voice had time to recite, there were still two parts [picture frame] and [portrait], and at the beginning of the copy The prompt is taken from the [Portrait] section.

He let out a breath slowly, feeling the slight suffocation in his chest.

The reminder at the beginning of the dungeon is far more than just about the rules of black, white and red, but a metaphor for the structure of the whole dungeon! There are four parts in the poem "A Ghost": Night, Fragrance, Picture Frame, and Portrait. Every paragraph can find corresponding rules and key clues in this copy.

It can even be said - this poem is the basis and skeleton of this copy.

But... why?Baudelaire has so many masterpieces, why did he choose this one?

And more importantly, if this dungeon is established according to this poem, is the context of the dungeon that I roughly conceived before still valid?

Mo Yi's brows were tightly frowned, and his mind was in chaos, as if the pool water was being stirred up. The rotten leaves and sludge deposited at the bottom of the pool were stirred up, making his eyes chaotic and hazy, unable to see clearly. There are meanings deep in the scattered clues, but he knows very clearly in his heart that everything is connected, and he only needs to find a certain key point among them.

The man was still reciting the poem "A Phantom" in a low voice, and this was the third time.

Mo Yiyuan's drifting thoughts were pulled back, he raised his head on the spot in doubt, trying to distinguish where the sound came from, but still failed, he frowned and thought——

The steward said that his master wanted to see him, but Mo Yi had been in this room for a long time now, but he still hadn't seen the person who was said to want to see him.

And...why read this poem over and over again?

Does it suggest something?

Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, as if startled by a certain thought of his own, his frown became tighter, and the next second, he moved violently, and he walked quickly to the direction he came from, and then He suddenly stopped in front of the brass-colored door, staring closely at the countless paintings hanging crookedly on the door.

His gaze paused on a painting on the right side of the gate, then he bent down and took it off.

The painting depicts a dark cellar, with cold gray light coming in from the narrow windows in the cellar.

After taking off the oil painting, Mo Yi noticed that when the male voice began to recite it for the fourth time, he did not reread the first paragraph of the poem [Dark Night]. He turned the oil painting in his hand to the back, only On the back of the canvas, there is a line of blurred words written in handwriting, which is exactly the passage in "Dark Night": "There is a sad and unpredictable cellar, where fate has abandoned me."

Mo Yi's eyes slowly lit up.

He threw the painting aside, and then began to look for the possible corresponding pictures of each paragraph in the poem on the wall. The male voice reciting the poem stopped suddenly, and the air became extraordinarily quiet, which almost made Mo Yi feel a little uneasy.

At this moment, there was a teeth-piercing sound from behind, as if bones were rubbing against each other, or something was broken into fine pieces——

Mo Yi turned his head around, and saw that the wall covered with congealed paint behind the altar slowly cracked like spider webs, and pieces of the paint fell to the ground. Then, As large chunks of paint peeled off downwards, there was a torrent of viscous paint that hadn't yet solidified and rushed out of the wall.

The paint, as viscous as pitch, exudes a strong and pungent smell, mixed with a faint sweet smell.

Mo Yi walked slowly towards the direction of the cracked gap. The light inside was really dim, and there was almost no visibility. He could only vaguely see the undulating semi-solidified paint forming a strange structure. It looked like a strange cave. He walked to the altar and vaguely saw something moving in the cave covered in paint.

The sticky and greasy voice came slowly from the darkness with traces of coldness.

Mo Yi's eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he saw a skinny man lying in the semi-solidified paint.

The man's face covered by the paint was as pale as a dead man's. A pair of dark eyes were half chaotic and half clear, staring at him closely. His skinny fingers were tightly holding the paintbrush. There is still paint dripping down slowly, and in front of him is a huge canvas, on which is the familiar dry and faded portrait of a woman, and no color has been filled in yet.

There was a kind of paranoid and crazy light in his eyes, as if his delirious expression made people shudder, and he was still muttering something, and he could still be vaguely recognized when he listened carefully. The verses of Baudelaire are being recited.

—This should be the M. de Claus.

But Mo Yi's attention was firmly attracted by his wrist, and his heartstrings slowly tightened.

A thick layer of paint was wrapped around the man's skinny wrist, which was left with bones, and a long thread was drawn from it, extending into the half-melted paint in the cave, looking like... shackles.

He is locked here.

So... who locked him up?

Mo Yi's mind was in chaos, he subconsciously tightened his fingers, and the neatly trimmed nails were deeply embedded in the soft palm, but he didn't seem to know it.

At this moment, he felt a cold touch from the root of the ring finger of his left hand, as if a soft finger brushed against the root of his finger, causing a shudder on his skin, as if—— It was like the tactile sensation I felt when I was in the corridor. At that time, Mo Yi thought it was Wen Chen, but Wen Chen was standing on his right, while his left was empty.

He turned his head abruptly——!

I saw a blurry white figure condensed on my left side, when I noticed Mo Yi's line of sight, that white figure could barely make out a big smile on the face with facial features.

Mo Yi's back suddenly felt cold, and the alarm bell suddenly rang in his mind. He moved back quickly, but his feet seemed to be rooted, unable to move. He glanced down, only to find that the sticky paint under his feet was smooth Climbing up with his own calf, he couldn't move his body at all, as if his body's sense of touch had failed instantly.

After only a few seconds, the white shadow disappeared.

The paint under the feet dried up as if it had lost moisture, and fell to the ground along Mo Yi's clothes.

Mo Yi raised his left hand—there was still a cold touch on his fingers.

I saw that on my ring finger, I was wearing a golden ring upright. The Ouroboros-shaped ring tightly wrapped around the root of my finger. It fit perfectly as if it was tailor-made for him. On it was a pigeon blood red gemstone. There is a faint red light shining in the light, like a snake's eye.

Bits of chill rose from the bottom of his heart, Mo Yi gritted his teeth, and pulled the ring off his finger forcefully.

But the ring seemed to stick to his finger and he couldn't take it off.

He wore the ring twice in total. The first time, the ring was obviously bigger than his finger. The second time, although Mo Yi's mind was not very clear at that time, he was still vague. He vaguely remembered that when he took off the ring, the edge of the ring scratched the skin of his finger so painfully.

The ring was gradually shrinking—until now, it finally completely shrunk to the size that best suited her finger.

This dungeon does have a mastermind behind it.

But it wasn't the one Mo Yi had guessed before.

but two.

One of them is Mr. Claus, he is a painter, he is the one who colors the oil painting over and over again, and he is also the suffering Sisyphus in this reincarnation, and the other one is the white shadow that locks Claus in it, From the beginning of the dungeon, it began to lead the player step by step to the depths of the dungeon, and it was also the one that reminded Mo Yi in the corridor to put on the ring.

Then—who will Shirokage be?

Mo Yi's hands and feet were cold, and he turned around and ran quickly towards the coffin in the altar. He pushed the coffin board away with all his strength, only to hear a "clang" sound, and Mo Yi pushed the coffin cover heavily on the ground, making a loud noise. There was a heavy and hollow sound, and the contents were revealed as the coffin boards were removed.

There was no one inside the bright red soft satin in the coffin.

Soft footsteps sounded in Mo Yi's buzzing ears. He turned around and followed the sound to look behind him, only to see a familiar figure standing straight behind him—the butler didn't know When did he appear in this chaotic and distorted room? He was still wearing a dark uniform. His pale and stiff face seemed to have been put on an inappropriate mask. A pair of dark and empty eyes He stared straight at Mo Yi.

The butler pressed his right hand to his left chest, then slowly bent down, and gave a standard salute to Mo Yi.

His originally gloomy and distant voice became respectful and docile, and he shouted softly:

"--Owner."