Chapter 172

"Squeak -"

the harsh scratching sound rings in the quiet and dark room, just like sharp fingernails crossing on the smooth mirror surface, which makes the tooth root sour. It is abrupt, monotonous and high pitched. It shakes people's eardrum and scrapes people's nerves. It makes people want to block their ears to block the entrance of this kind of near torture sound.

With the harsh scraping sound, twisted handwriting gradually appeared on the smooth mirror.

The blurred white shadow in the mirror is like a wisp of smoke, which is not far behind.

it seems that there is an invisible blade across the mirror, leaving a deep white mark on it -

Mo Yi holds his breath, his eyes move with the struggling letters on it, and then recites them silently in the bottom of his heart.

S -- I -- s --

just before the last s had been written, a gloomy voice seemed to come from the depths of the darkness, and a thunderbolt pierced through the dead silence of the room:

"who is there?"

Before the sound fell, I just heard the sound of "click and wipe" not far away.

Mo Yi can't help but be surprised, a trace of ominous premonition from the bottom of his heart quickly across.

In the next second, there are thin cracks spreading on the smooth mirror surface, and the blurred white shadow behind them spreads violently outward. Like a spider's web, the mirror illuminated by the flickering light of flashlight quickly blurs the original clear image into the distortion and confusion of abstract painting.

The crooked English letters were soon destroyed by the cracked mirror, as if they were thrown into a stone and the whole lake was broken up.

Mo Yi quickly turned to look at the white shadow standing behind him -

empty.

Nothing.

His spare light glimpsed the thin figure at the door. His pale face and dark eyes quickly aroused Mo Yi's memory housekeeper!

Before he could do anything, he just heard a clear crackle not far away from his body. The cracked mirror in the dark frame suddenly broke apart. The transparent glass fragments whirled and splashed everywhere under the flickering flashlight light. The cold white light was reflected in the tens of thousands of small pieces, which quickly melted into the deep and rich darkness Medium.

Mo Yi subconsciously bows and raises his hand to block his face. But even so, he still feels a small and sharp tingling sensation, which quickly runs across the back of his hand and cheek. Huge glass fragments are printed in the retina, which are flying at a speed that is hard to capture. Gradually, he enlarges and enlarges them in his vision.

His arm was suddenly pulled by a strong force. Mo Yi's whole body fell to the direction of his strength. The darkness suddenly came down in front of him, as if all the light and shadow had disappeared in the familiar and cool breath. He felt the tightening of Wen Chen's arm on his shoulder and back and hugged him back.

There was a clear footstep in my ear, which seemed to be the sound of leather shoes knocking on the ground.

Mo Yi couldn't help but feel a little stiff. He adjusted his head slightly in Wen Chen's arms, so that his line of sight could just see the open space on his side. I saw the housekeeper pale and fuzzy, like a mask of general face slowly approaching, even the sound of the pace in the dark empty room sounded.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing frequency. The sound of friction between his ears and the cloth on his chest was heard.

This time should be similar to the scene in the corridor last time. Mo Yi is not worried about the housekeeper seeing him.

He was surprised that there was no obvious barrier between the picture frame and the door. His experience of being blocked by the housekeeper in the side hall for the first time made Mo Yi not doubt his night vision ability. In addition, he did not turn off his flashlight immediately when the housekeeper came in. It was obviously a very obvious target in the dark room, but just now, he was blocked in the side hall by the housekeeper The housekeeper asked "who is there" at the door, which shows that although the housekeeper knows there is someone in the room, he does not see who is standing in front of the picture frame.

…… This is very strange.

Is to say is Wen Chen just used what method?

Why, after this method works, is it necessary to use the earliest embrace to block the housekeeper's search?

Mo Yi frowned in some confusion and pursed his lips subconsciously.

The sound of footsteps passed behind Mo Yi and walked towards the wall with the portrait.

Mo Yi suddenly remembered that the mirror had broken! Now in the frame?

His heart suddenly jumped, slowly turned his head, and his eyes slowly turned toward the corners of his eyes with his own movement. He could hear the gurgling sound of his spine rubbing and turning in his ears, which was very clear in a dark and silent room.

At the edge of the line of sight, the housekeeper's thin and dark figure is like a silhouette. The vague outline is almost integrated with the darkness around him. Standing in front of the picture frame, he seems to be looking up at the picture swallowed by the darkness. His figure almost completely blocks Mo Yi's sight and can't see anything in the dark.

Mo Yi subconsciously tightened his fingers, and his heart beat faster and faster.Suddenly, just at this time, the Butler's body suddenly shortened, and the portrait in front of him was exposed. In the heavy frame wrapped with gold wires, the rough canvas appeared vague and dim in the dark, and the dried paint cracked and faded, leaving a deep shadow on the canvas. The woman with a vague face stood quietly in the frame in a long skirt that could not be seen , staring at the people outside the frame with dim eyes.

Everything is back to what it was before, and nothing seems to have happened.

Mo Yi was stunned. His sight swept the ground beside him in a small range. There was nothing. There were some glass fragments and mirror residues. The ground was clean. Only the floating dust that seemed to have been there for a century was quietly staying in the dark.

It's like it was just his fantasy.

The next second, the housekeeper straightened up and listened to the sound of cloth breaking. The blurred portrait on the portrait was covered by a pale sheet.

It turned out that he was bending down to pick up the cloth on the ground.

The housekeeper slowly turned his impassive face, looked at the whole dark and silent hall carefully, and then walked with his steady and even steps towards the entrance of the side hall.

Not far away, I heard the squeak of the shaft of the door opened and the slight collision sound of the gently closed door.

Darkness and silence reigned in the side hall.

Mo Yi breathed out a breath in silence, then retreated a few steps and withdrew from Wen Chen's arms. He said softly:

"thank you very much."

Wen Chen smiles silently. He raises his finger and gently rubs his cheek with his cold finger belly. A little cold touch is rubbed on his cheek which is slightly hot due to tension. The distinct touch feeling seems to wake up Mo Yi's memory.

He seemed to think of something, raised his hand and stroked his face.

It doesn't hurt.

Before, the sharp feeling of glass scraps on the cheek disappeared like the mirror itself. The touch on the face was smooth and smooth, without any trace of injury.

Mo Yi raised the other hand, and the knuckles were pale with excessive force. He slowly unfolded his stiff, almost numb fingers.

With his movements, the red blood slipped from his fingers and fell into the darkness. Mo Yi continued his movement as if he could not feel the pain. His stiff fingers finally opened completely. In the palm of his white and bright red hand, half a sharp broken lens dyed red by blood was lying in his palm, and the sharp edge was deeply sunk Into the rolled up skin, blood flowed down the lines.

Mo Yi slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and the shoulder that had been tight just now finally relaxed.

Just now, when the piece of glass hit him, he caught it in the air with quick eyes and hands, and then held it tightly in the palm of his hand. Because of the excessive force, he could hardly feel the pain.

Good, Xinkui, this piece of broken glass has been grasped by himself, or I'm afraid it will disappear like other scattered glass fragments.

Half spread out in the air the palm of the palm was Wen Chen gently dragged.

Mo Yi looked up at him. Unexpectedly, he saw his brow locked and his lips closed down unconsciously. The originally cold and deep facial features seemed to be tightened, and the shallow gray pupil seemed to suppress his anger.

Wen Chen did not say anything, just carefully picked out the pieces of the mirror from the wound in his palm.

Mo Yi, who was in a trance, took a breath of cool air. Then he only saw the expression on Chen's face, which seemed to be more depressing, and his poor face, which was less emotional, became solemn and solemn like a sculpture.

Mo Yi raised another spare hand and gently ordered the brow of Wen Chen. He said in a low voice, "don't worry, I don't hurt."

Wen Chen didn't speak, just gently picked out the pieces of glass, and then looked up at him:

" I don't like you getting hurt. "

His shallow gray eyes were filled with flimsy fragility and anger.

Wen Chen lowered his head and gently kisses Mo Yi's pale fingertips stained with blood. His cold lips and cold fingers touch each other. He doesn't know the difference between you and me. He whispers in a low voice: "I'm just Angry with myself... "

After his voice went down, even if Mo Yi was so close to him, he couldn't really hear it.

Mo Yi fingertip is inching, deep black eyebrow is downcast, gaze at Wen Chen, suddenly cold not Ding ground asks a way: "have sugar?"

Wen Chen a Leng, some do not understand ground to look at him, and then fingertip slightly move, Mo Yi hangs in the palm of the side of the body, was suddenly lifted up in the mist into a mellow candy.

He opened his hand and saw that the beautiful orange candy was full of bright and dreamy colors in the dim light. Mo Yi only used one hand and refused Wen Chen's hand to help him. Then he tore the wrapping paper apart with some difficulty, and turned his fingertips dexterously to peel out the sugar ball completely.

Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at Wen Chen. He raised his hand without changing his complexion and put the candy against his lips. Then, a strong, round sugar ball hit Wen Chen's hard teeth, wiped the soft tip of his tongue and rolled into his mouth.Wen Chen mouth contains candy, the expression on the face is a bit at a loss, staring at Mo Yi at a loss.

Mo Yi asked, "is it sweet?"

Wen Chen's cold temperament was destroyed by the funny bulge on his cheek. He looked back at him blankly and nodded hesitantly.

Mo Yi looked at Wen Chen, and then said solemnly:

"then don't think about the ones that have not. Please peel one for me."

The author has something to say: Mo Yi: I have special comforting skills.

Wen Chen: you are clearly just changing the topic!

Mo Yi: isn't my skill superb?

Wen Chen Yes, you are right (yield

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