Chapter 155

While other players are in a hurry to go to their own room time, Mo Yi and Wen Chen also returned to their room.

The oil painting close to the door of the room is quietly hanging on the wall. In the painting, the woman's pale and bare body is particularly dazzling in a hazy shadow. The blood trace on her neck is more and more clear. It looks like the human head is separated from each other. The bright blood red sheet mattress under her pale body forms a strange and strange picture.

Mo Yi gazed at the painting, then turned to look at Wen Chen and calmly said, "according to the current appearance of this painting, I think I may be the next one."

Wen Chen didn't answer directly. He just turned his eyes and swept around the oil painting. He hooked his lips. A trace of contempt flashed in his light colored eyes.

Mo Yi sighed and stretched out his hand to straighten Wen Chen's chin: "I know you have no problem protecting me from the copy..."

Wen Chen picks eyebrow, seem to be in query - that you say this does what?

Mo Yi gazed at Wen Chen's eyes and said earnestly, "but sometimes, wealth and danger are in pursuit, so I want to ask you a favor. "

Wen Chen realized Mo Yi's voice over, her eyes sank slightly, her lips tightened slightly, and she frowned.

Mo Yi reluctantly increased some strength on his hand. Naturally, he touched the curve of Chen's jaw with his fingertips, and continued: "it's not that you completely ignore my safety, it's just If I'm in deep danger, don't appear to resolve immediately, give me a little time to observe. "

Wen Chen still brow tight frown, light colored eye Mou tightly stare at Mo Yi, low ground says: "but..."

Mo Yi interrupted him and added slowly: "besides, if it's really dangerous, I still have props to help."

Wen Chen slowly let out a breath, reached out and took Mo Yi's hand on his cheek and sent it to his lips. He gently dropped a cold kiss and said in a low voice All right

Mo Yi gathers close relatives to hear Chen's lip: "good."

After he finished this action, both of them were in a daze.

Mo Yi's line of sight is a bit flighty ground, Wen Chen is suffused with the pale cheek of blood color, low cough a, seem to want to say something.

But at this time, Wen Chen suddenly approached without warning, and deepened the simple touch between the lips into a short and fierce kiss. After a few seconds, they separated breathlessly.

Mo Yi sighed, and then the broken jar broke the ground to raise his hand and kneaded Wen Chen's hair. He said, "OK, come and help."

Wen Chen wears some messy hair, light colored eyes with shallow smile, he said: "wait a minute."

just as like as two peas, he raised his hand to Moyi's wrist and gently passed his fingers on his carpal bones. When he let go, Moyi saw that his wrist was more like a light grey fog chain, and he was almost exactly the same as the last one. He just listened to Chen's ear and said, "just in case."

Mo Yi didn't care. He just nodded his head and looked at the oil painting hanging in the shadow of the corner again.

He frowned, thought for a moment, and then lifted it from the wall of his room -

so relaxed that he hardly encountered any resistance, as if it were a common oil painting.

He thought for a few seconds, opened the door, took the painting out, and then casually opened an empty room at the end of the corridor and put the painting down against the wall.

When Mo Yi returned to the room again, he opened the door and found that the painting with a faint blood smell was still hanging on the wall quietly, as if he had never left.

It seems useless just to take the painting away from the room.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, lifted his hand again to remove the oil painting from the wall, then pulled the canvas out of the frame, and then turned his head and handed it to Wen Chen.

only Wen Chen gently drew down with his fingertips and heard a sharp and piercing tearing sound of cloth and silk. The oil painting was broken into two parts, falling with dust and pigment fragments.

Mo Yi casually threw the broken frame and canvas to his feet, and then looked up again at the empty wall because of the loss of the painting. Strange things happened.

I saw a pale color slowly emerging on the dark red wallpaper, and then the outline gradually became clear. She became a woman lying on her back with her pale face, her eyelids closed, her expression calm and calm, and a bloodstain across her slender neck.

Then, there is the blood red sheet under her body, the blood flowing and interwoven, and the texture of the canvas gradually emerges.

Finally, there is a heavy black frame wrapped with gold thread.

It looks like this painting is growing directly from the wall, and the whole process takes place in front of Mo Yi, only a few tens of seconds before and after.

He was slightly stunned, and then lowered his head to pick up the canvas which had been divided into two parts by Wen Chen, unfolded them and smoothed them out, only to see a blank on it.Mo Yi turned and ran to the room where he had just put the oil painting he had just taken off. Sure enough, the oil painting against the wall also became a blank, as if it had been a blank canvas from the beginning.

He took a slow, deep breath, frowning.

It seems that unless the wall can be destroyed, it is impossible to remove the painting from the wall.

And according to the usual habits of replicas The possibility of such an approach is remote.

Mo Yi left the empty room and walked slowly to his own room. As he walked, he looked down and pondered. At this time, his nose seemed to smell something strange - it seemed that it was the smell of burning some spices. The cold and sweet taste slowly spread out, which made him stop involuntarily.

The corridor in front of me seems to be infinitely elongated, and there is a deep darkness ahead.

There was silence in my ears.

In the corridor, it seems that there is a faint whimper in the corridor.

Mo Yi's feet stopped, and just then, the corridor wall beside him began to slowly seep blood. It seemed that there were some wounds hidden under the thin wallpaper, which were generally soaked with crimson blood, and then slowly meandered down along the halo of blood. The gurgling blood flow converged into a large stream of blood, which quickly flowed onto the carpet, and the strong smell of blood spread 。

The bloodstain flowing to the ground began to flow, as if guided by some strange force, leaving a strange space in the middle of the carpet - it looks like It seems like the woman lying on her back in the painting.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly and stood quietly waiting.

I saw the relief on the ground slowly dominant, the woman's pale undulating body lying in a pool of blood, and then Mo Yi's ear seems to catch something strange -

it seems that it is whispering, it seems to be crying, and it seems to be reciting, which is heard in a chaotic and fuzzy way.

It seems that It's from behind.

Mo Yi holds his breath subconsciously and slowly turns his head to look behind him. The corridor behind him seems to be twisted and stirred by the whole disturbance. All the colors are mixed together and spread to Mo Yi's feet from the dark black hole in the distance, which makes him feel almost sucked in

Then, he heard a clear, low voice, and slowly read the broken sentence: " On the thirsty pillow, a headless corpse, like a river, flowed red and active blood, making the sheets drink greedily like a pasture... "

This is the poem hidden behind the oil painting.

Mo Yi's hand slowly exudes a cold sweat. He recites the name of the props in his heart. The surface of the cold and smooth glass beads is hard in his hands. He looks at the slowly moving and rotating corridor and the color of breaking and melting. His eyes are slightly astringent, but he does not dare to blink for fear of missing any clues.

The river of blood flowing from the wall spread to his feet and neck. Mo Yi felt a pair of cold palms slowly climbing up his legs.

He looked down and saw the woman in the painting lying on her back beside her feet. Her thin and pale arm wrapped around her legs like a snake. The blood was flowing from the fracture on her neck. Her peaceful closed eyes slowly opened, revealing a layer of lifeless gray film covering the dark eyes.

They were the eyes of the corpse, but they were staring at him.

Mo Yi's fingers slowly tightened -

and just then, he felt the tension on his wrist suddenly clear up.

Then, there was a whirling sensation. It was like putting Mo Yi into the washing machine and stirring it. The strange feeling occupied his body and mind. Hearing the slow chanting voice suddenly became sharp, just like the sound of scraping hard on the glass with his fingernails -

Mo Yi opened his eyes suddenly and gasped heavily.

He found that he was lying in Wen Chen's arms at the moment, and the other party's hands were tightly around his wrist, as if shackled on his wrist bone.

The nose has a strong smell of blood.

Mo Yi raised his head with some difficulty and looked at himself. His naked skin was covered with a thin layer of blood, as if he was secreting blood from his pores. With the movement of his head up, Mo Yi felt warm liquid flowing down his cheek.

He struggled to raise his hand, only to see the red hand.

Wen Chen took a towel to help him wipe the blood on his face and body, then helped him stand up and asked in a low voice:

"are you ok?"

When Mo Yi was about to nod his head, he just heard the noise coming from outside the door. Someone was running through the corridor, and half a broken word came into his ear through the wall and the half opened door:

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