Chapter 171

Mo Yi's eyes fell on the piano constructed by fog. The gray surface slowly flowed slowly under the light of the flashlight. It was smaller than the real object. It looked quite small and delicate. He tentatively reached out and slid a little on the piano cover. The surface under his finger belly was smooth and hard, with ice cold toughness.

He lifted the lid of the piano, his fingers on the deep thick gray and light gray white composition of the key simply hit a few notes, in the dark and empty room.

The sound is very accurate.

But the timbre is slightly different from the ordinary piano. Its sound quality is more clear and cold, as if the spring breaks through the heavy ice and brings collision and percussion sound.

Mo Yi took a step forward. The piano formed by the fog was like a stirred image on the water surface, which dissipated into wisps of soft gray smoke, which was scattered by Mo Yi's forward body shape. It floated back slowly along his waist and quickly melted into the silent and invisible darkness.

He held Wen Chen's chin and pecked at his lip like a dragonfly, with a smile in his voice:

"good job."

Before Mo Yi left, Wen Chen raised his hand and clasped his back of the head. His slender fingers fell into the soft hair, which deepened the touch between the lips and the lips into a tender kiss and entanglement.

Mo Yi subconsciously raised his hand and pressed Wen Chen's waist. Through the cloth, he could feel his smooth and flexible waist line, and the strength contained in it was vividly transmitted to the fingertips with the traction of the movement.

They soon separated, Mo Yi helplessly smile: "satisfied?"

Wen Chen raised his hand to smooth Mo Yi's ruffled collar, and then gathered together to lick his lower lip. In his low voice, he had a slight smile: "satisfied."

They carefully re closed the restaurant door and walked down the road towards the hall.

There is no one in the hall. Only the huge and bright chandelier on the top of the head can illuminate the gorgeous wall decoration in the room, and the thick carpet on the ground can absorb all the sounds. The silence covers the empty room.

Mo Yi turned his head and nodded to Wen Chen. Wen Chen understood and raised his fingers. Fine mist gathered in the air, and then quickly gathered together to form the framework and structure of the piano. The gray and white piano soon appeared in front of Mo Yi. In addition, Wen Chen carefully put a thin layer of fog around the hall to prevent it The sound of the piano will attract other players.

Mo Yi lifted the cover of the piano and put his long fingers on the keys of different colors.

I don't know if it's useful.

He slowly took a deep breath, forced down the fear in his heart, and then began to play according to the tune he remembered.

The melancholy melody flowed in the empty hall, as if the gray river flowed quietly in the dark. The oppressive and sad melody made the listeners feel depressed involuntarily.

To be on the safe side, Mo Yi played it two or three times before he stopped. When he pressed the last key, the piano, which was formed by the fog under his palm, seemed to have lost its skeleton and skin. The wisps of gray mist lingered between Mo Yi's fingers and slowly dissipated.

He held his breath slightly and walked quickly to one side of the hall, his heart contracting as the distance shortened.

Mo Yi looked at the place which was covered by the figures of several marble statues. He could not help but pause slightly. At this time, there appeared a deep corridor, which was dark and dim, and led straight into the darkness.

As I remember.

Mo Yi's heart is slightly relaxed and slowly exhales a breath. He speeds up his pace and walks inward along the deep corridor.

The door of the side hall was closed tightly. Under the light of the dim wall lamp, it showed a vague outline. The whole was covered in a deep shadow. Mo Yi stepped forward and pushed the door open.

The familiar cold breath flowed out along the opening gap of the side hall door, and the dead temperature slowly spread like a cold grotto, brushing over the naked skin, bringing a shiver.

In the dark, Mo Yi goes to the room.

There is no light in the broad and dead room, only the irregular outline of the furniture covered in the pale cloth fluctuates quietly in the dark, looking like the dried corpse that time has been solidified forever.

Mo Yi went straight to the deep of the room, stretched out his hand and pulled off the white cloth covered by the huge oil painting hanging on the wall. The fuzzy and ancient portrait appeared again in front of him. There was no vitality in the dried paint. The red, white and black colors that had been dyed before were completely washed away at the moment, as if the time was over The total backflow generally returned to its previous gray state.

And the obscure woman was gazing at him quietly on the cracked and gloomy canvas.

Mo Yi steps forward and observes In the lower right corner of the oil painting is the familiar circular pattern, which is printed in one corner of the picture like a signature. It is divided into several pieces with uneven edges by the cracked paint on the canvas. If it is not carefully observed, it is easy to ignore it.He raised his finger and stroked it gently on the slightly raised circular pattern. The old and slightly dry canvas vibrated gently under his touch, and a shallow layer of floating dust was raised and floated in the light of the flashlight.

Some rough touch brought slight pain to his fingertips. Mo Yi slowly tightened his brows and gazed thoughtfully at the pattern. He had seen the circular pattern on the oil painting a long time ago, but at that time he did not know what the pattern represented. In addition, it appeared in too many other places, both on invitation cards and on clothes, So it's not surprising to see the oil painting which is the key clue at first sight.

It didn't attract much attention from Mo Yi before.

But now Mo Yi has found something strange that he didn't notice before

He reached out of his pocket and took out that gorgeous ring. The pigeon blood red gem glowed slightly in the light. Mo Yi held the ring flat on the tip of his finger, and then slowly approached the oil painting. The outline of the edge was vague and dim.

As the distance between the two becomes shorter, that feature becomes more apparent.

rings are as like as two peas in oil paintings. Even the contour distortion of the paint due to drying and cracking of the paint is aligned with the edge of the gemstone on the ring.

The light of the flashlight comes down from behind, overlapping the shadow outline of the two -

perfectly.

Mo Yi attached the ring to the surface of the oil painting, and when their outlines completely coincided, suddenly, there was a vibration on the canvas that could not be ignored, as if someone had knocked it violently on the back of the oil painting.

The canvas bulged forward slowly.

Dust and dried particles of paint fell down, and the canvas made a nearly tearing sound.

The canvases protruded more deeply, as if some strange monsters were hurtling from the left to the right, trying to get rid of the shackles of the canvas. The shape of the bulge gradually became clear in the dark -

Mo Yi slowly stepped back two steps, aiming the flashlight in his palm at the deformed part of the canvas.

It's a face.

A wide open mouth, as if in a silent roaring face, with deeply sunken pigment eye socket staring at him empty, fuzzy line outline of the face propped up the canvas into a strange shape, distorted the canvas into almost illegible patterns.

It rushed forward desperately, the tearing sound of cloth and silk became clearer in the quiet and dark room, the dust and pigment particles fell more fiercely, the heavy black picture frame wrapped by gold thread pounded the hard wall violently, and made a piercing crash sound in the room.

Then, just as it was about to burst out of the canvas, everything seemed to have been pressed reset.

The canvas returned to its smoothness, and the distorted pattern returned to its former appearance. The blurred portrait quietly gazed at Mo Yi on the old dry canvas.

Mo Yi clenched the flashlight in his hand tightly. He felt a layer of sweat in his palm, which made the hard metal of the flashlight slightly slippery.

Ear is his own slightly rapid heartbeat, in addition to this is a dead like silence.

The dark side hall is like a dead Sarcophagus, emitting the smell of decay and cold.

At this time, the surface of the oil painting in front of his eyes suddenly began to spread thin and thin threads like a spider web, and then it quickly peeled off in front of Mo Yi, and then fell to the ground. At first, it was dry paint, then large pieces of canvas, one by one, floated down from the black wooden frame area, and quietly melted into one In the dark.

Mo Yi held his breath, his cold fingers tightened subconsciously, and the light spot of the swinging flashlight was fixed in the frame -

the canvas in front of him finally completely peeled off.

A huge mirror appeared in the frame of the picture framed by black wood.

In the mirror, Mo Yi saw his face. He saw that his face was illuminated by the flashlight tightly held in his hand. Behind him was the boundless darkness and thick shadow. In the deep darkness, there were countless irregular shapes covered by pale cloth, which devoured every ray of light.

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