Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

The house is in total chaos.

All the table and chair decorations are slowly and inexorably melting, viscous paint slides down the walls, drips from the ceiling to the floor, and mixes with other colors in dizzying rivers, Following the sloping arc of the ground, it converged into a shallow torrent, and the air was filled with a damp and unpleasant smell.

Such an obvious change that cannot be ignored made every player extremely frightened. They watched everything in the dungeon unstoppably disintegrate in a daze and at a loss, and they watched helplessly as everything in their sight gradually distorted Deformed, but can't make any remedy, and don't know why everything happened.

As if gathering tightly together can gain safety.Everyone gathered in the hall like a frightened bird, watching tremblingly as the whole room became disintegrated. The pale face of the marble was like a snowman in the sun. As the temperature rose, it gradually distorted and melted into a The ugly appearance of non-human beings.

Mo Yi walked on the soft and wet ground with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The swampy floor greatly slowed down his pace, and it took him a long time to finally reach the hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, a player noticed his figure, his eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Here."

The other players looked in Mo Yi's direction in unison. The atmosphere of despair and bewilderment seemed to subside a little in an instant, and the gloomy eyes brightened again, as if he was a strand of spider silk hanging from the cliff, or It's like a piece of driftwood floating in a turbulent river.

Mo Yi ignored the hopeful eyes of the players, but glanced roughly around the crowd, his eyes narrowed slightly:

——Li Wang and Zhao Nan were still not among the crowd.

The player who was the first to apologize to Mo Yi stepped forward first, and stammered with undisguised excitement: "That's great, we haven't seen you just now, and thought..." He seemed to be conscious Seeing his slip of the tongue, he stopped talking for a moment, looked Mo Yi up and down, and his eyes became more expectant: "Well... do you know what's going on now? It's... any new discoveries?"

His last sentence was very light, as if he didn't say it very consciously, but the eagerness and worry in his tone were hard to hide.

Mo Yi followed the other person's gaze and glanced at himself, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback. Perhaps because of his previous experience in the brass-colored gate, his body was now covered with oil paints of various colors. Now it has dried hard on his clothes, and with his movements, finely divided paint slags are falling down. The paint below the calf has not yet dried, and it is shining with a wet luster under the already weakened light.

He looked miserable, completely different from the other well-dressed players in the room, and he seemed to have experienced a very dangerous situation.

All the players focused their eyes on Mo Yi, as if the hope of breaking the game was concentrated on his shoulders.

Mo Yi frowned slightly, and didn't know how to answer for a moment. When he was silent, a familiar voice came from behind, breaking the silence in front of him:

"What the hell are you doing?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw two figures, one in front and one behind, walking slowly in the distorted corridor. As the steps approached, their faces finally half-melted. Under the bright light, the facial features shrouded in shadow gradually became clear. Under the gaze of all the players, two people walked out of the corridor slowly—it was Li Wang and Zhao Nan.

Li Wang, who was walking in front, looked around the people in the room with an unpredictable expression, and asked again slowly: "What the hell are you doing - are you asking the boss for advice?"

As soon as his words fell, everyone couldn't help being in an uproar.

One of the players looked at Zhao Nan and Li Wang with some impatience, and said impatiently in the crowd: "You have never finished, you have been targeting him from the beginning, leading other players to suspect them, you There should always be a limit to this, right?"

Other players agreed one after another, and the player who talked to Mo Yi just now was also full of anger, and said loudly:

"That's right, and the clues since entering the dungeon are basically provided by Mo Yi, whether it's the note on the back of the photo frame, the way the dungeon kills people, or the food that reminds us not to eat the dungeon, but you guys have been there from beginning to end." What contribution? Maybe you are the undercover agents who are here to frame people?"

His words were recognized by most of the players, and everyone nodded and echoed, shouting loudly:

"Yeah, don't take the rhythm."

"Do you think we are so easily deceived by your lies?"

"Speaking of which, you are also very suspicious. You have always been suspicious of others, and you have never done anything else." "Yes, yes."

The people's remarks became more and more extreme, the room became more cramped and narrow with the melting and flowing of the paint, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of uneasiness and restlessness. Mo Yi's heart slowly surged with ominous premonition—even with a relatively weak mind like himself. Resolute people and non-humans like Wen Chen will be silently affected by the negative effects of the ring, not to mention these novice players who have never experienced a few dungeons, and the violent fluctuations in everyone's emotions in this dungeon make everyone It was hard for him not to think of the role the ring played in it.

He was about to speak out to stop the remarks that were rapidly evolving towards danger in front of him, but from the corner of his eye, he passed Zhao Nan and Li Wang standing on the other side of the hall unintentionally—although they were standing in the center of the vortex of public opinion attacks, However, his attitude was unexpectedly calm and at ease, and there was even a subtle and secretive smile on the corner of his mouth, which made Mo Yi's heart skip a beat, and the ominous feeling in his heart intensified. Before he had time to do anything, In the next second, Zhao Nan, who was standing behind him, suddenly said:

"The way dungeons kill is by the color of the oil painting, right?"

Zhao Nan paused for a moment, and then continued to ask: "But the oil painting can't be destroyed, and it can't be taken off. It means that even if we know how to kill people, we still can't stop the copy from killing people, right?"

The player who refuted just now choked, and retorted angrily: "So what, isn't this..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Nan interrupted him without giving him any face, and continued to say like no one else was there:

"He told you not to eat the food in the copy, right?"

The players gradually quieted down, looked at each other, and someone answered, "...Yes, yes."

The corner of Zhao Nan's lips curled into a bigger arc: "Then after he sent out this reminder, did any servants or housekeepers in this dungeon bring you food again?"

There was silence in the hall, and the players looked at each other, then shook their heads.

Zhao Nan continued to pursue the victory: "So, so far, the so-called "useful" clues Mo Yi has provided you are all irrelevant to the direction of the entire dungeon whether you know it or not?"

All were speechless.

Human beings are never willing to agree with the ideas that others put into their minds, but they always believe in the conclusions they draw-and what does it matter if the conclusions are drawn by themselves?As long as they feel that it is the result of their own independent thinking.

A silent and tense atmosphere spread in the air.

Mo Yi slowly tightened his fingers holding Wen Chen's wrist tightly, transmitting the pressure from his fingertips to Wen Chen's wrist.

From the moment Zhao Nan opened his mouth, Mo Yi immediately stretched out his hand and held Wen Chen's wrist, using body language to prevent Wen Chen from doing any aggressive behavior. Others were impulsive, but now with the blessing of the side effect of the ring, Wen Chen became more emotional.

However, Zhao Nan, Li Wang, and Mo Yi have noticed their strangeness for a long time.

But now, instead of caring about the opinions of a few insignificant players, Mo Yi cares more about what these two people want to do. He subconsciously feels that this may be very important.

Secondly... Wen Chen's current state is really not optimistic.

He lost a lot of blood in order to dispel the side effects of the props before, and after Mo Yi disappeared, his frantic search clearly touched the bottom line of the game's tolerance, and thus began to suppress and punish Wen Chen in the opposite direction. , although Wen Chen covered up his situation to the utmost just now, even Mo Yi couldn't detect his strangeness, but... Mo Yi just knew that Wen Chen's current state was not ideal.

So they can't act rashly now.

Li Wang looked around at the players who were already in doubt, and finally threw out a blockbuster:

"If you still don't believe me, you can look at the ring on Mo Yi's finger. According to the information I collected...it is the power ring of Klaus House, and only the owner of the house can have it..."

Mo Yi's eyes narrowed instantly - even he himself had only learned this information from Mr. Claus himself less than an hour ago, how could Li Wang know? !

Before everyone could digest all the information he had said, Li Wang raised his hand that had been hidden in the shadows since just now, his fingers were tightly clutching his jet-black hair, and there was a head hanging under his palm, All the players couldn't help but gasp, they recognized... that was the butler's head.

From the pale broken neck of the marble trickled the sweet-smelling paint.

Li Wang slowly pulled up the messy hair covering the butler's pale face, and slowly raised a determined smile on his face: "Who do you think he looks like?"

Even Mo Yi couldn't help being surprised.

The butler's pale face, which was almost wearing a mask, seemed to have changed a little in the ordinary and unsurprising facial features, which were clearer and clearer than when Mo Yi saw it at first.

It looks... there are four or five points like Wen Chen's facial outline.

Mo Yi's heart beat suddenly, and countless information jumped out of his mind instantly. The huge and complex amount of information was tangled together like a ball of thread, which made him unable to think for a while. Li Wang's voice in the distance was next to his ears. However, none of the words were successfully transmitted to his mind, and he could only hear a general idea through the haze:

"...Mo Yi is the ultimate boss in this dungeon, and he has been hiding among us all this time!"