Chapter 173

Wen Chen gazed at Mo Yi with a faint stare. His light colored pupil showed a dark gray under the dim light. His thin lip corner was gently pursed. The anger and frustration in his eyes were restrained unconsciously. It was like the sky with clouds and rain after the storm, or the fine sand beach with shallow lines after the sea tide receded.

He checked his lips with restraint, and with a faint smile on his face, he said in a deep voice:

" Good. "

Mo Yi vaguely saw that in the dark, there was a light mist gathering quickly, and a soft touch touched his lips. It seemed that the hard thing wrapped in it reached the teeth through the differential lip flap, and made a "Da" sound. The sweet and greasy smell of strawberry spread in the nose.

In the dim light of the side hall, Wen Chen leaned forward, attached his lips, and put the round strawberry sugar ball into Mo Yi's mouth with the cold tip of his tongue. The sweet sweetness quickly burst out on the tip of his tongue. The slightly sour orange flavor and the sweet strawberry flavor mixed and blended in the mouth, and the strong sweetness curled up by the fingertips slid from the root of the tongue to the throat.

The two soon separated. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and licked the sugar ball with a light orange on his cheek side. He said in a meaningful way:

"it's very sweet."

Wen Chen's ears began to burn uncontrollably. With his burning eyes, he looked into Mo Yi's eyes deeply. His voice was hoarse and oppressive:

"you --"

Mo Yi restrained some soft colors on his face and replied solemnly:

"I'm talking about sugar, of course."

“…… That's it

Wen Chen was not disappointed at all, but the radian of the corner of his lips became more and more obvious. He moved quickly and went to lick Mo Yi's warm lips. His voice was slightly hoarse, deep and gentle: "that's what I said is you."

Mo Yi coughed a low, restrained voice, and then tried to bring back the topic:

"OK, we haven't finished searching this side hall yet."

With that, he wanted to take his palm out of Wen Chen's hand, but he was pulled by Wen Chen:

"and so on."

I only heard that Chen took out the alcohol and bandage to deal with the wound from Mo Yi's backpack. He simply dealt with the palm of his hand which had already removed the glass slag, and then wrapped it up carefully. Finally, he tied a delicate bow around his thumb on the back of his hand. After carefully examining his masterpiece, he finally managed to make a point Head, said:

"it's ok now."

Mo Yi moved his sour wrist a little, felt that the bandage did not affect the flexibility of his palm, and said with a smile, "thank you very much."

After that, he raised his head subconsciously and took a deep look at the oil painting covered with snow-white cloth on the wall beside him. His dark eyebrows and eyes slowly sank down. The relaxed freehand brushwork between his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be covered by the dark clouds of deep thinking. His dark eyes were like an abyss, gazing thoughtfully at the white cloth covered in the oil painting.

He still remembers the words written on it before. If the housekeeper didn't stop the process just now, Mo Yi would know what the painting was trying to tell him. Now he only knows the incomplete part of the word sis.

What exactly does this mean? What would be the complete content?

Mo Yi's eyebrows slowly wrinkled, his eyebrows carved a deep impression. He took a deep breath and gathered up his slightly confused thoughts. Then he turned his eyes and looked at Wen Chen. He said, "

," let's go and see the chamber before. "

After that, they walked toward the deep side hall. The furniture, large and small, covered with pale white cloth, rose and fell in the dark. The vague outline divided the room into several parts, which was like a labyrinth. According to his memory last time, he groped among the pale furniture, and the flashlight in his hand was on the dark narrow road in front of him On the swing, the size of the coffin like furniture lighting.

After passing through layers of obstacles, Mo Yi finally came to the position where he found the dark room last time.

He stepped forward and skillfully lifted the fine blanket hanging on the wall.

In front of his eyes, the dust fluttered up and down. Under the light of the flashlight, Mo Yi looked like a mosquito being disturbed. Mo Yi raised his hand and aimed the light of his flashlight under the blanket, but he could not help but pause slightly.

Last time, we saw a hidden door that was almost integrated with the wall texture. If we didn't look carefully, we could hardly see the crack. It seems that it was built for fear of being found. This time It's not the same as before.

A dark gray door is suddenly inlaid on the pearl shell color wall. The lines on the door are interwoven and undulating into simple and simple lines, which cast thin shadow lines under the light of the flashlight. Although the texture is almost the same as that of the wall, the distinctive color difference and the completely different patterns tell the viewer that there is a door here.Strange

Mo Yi frowned suspiciously. He stepped forward and tentatively pushed the door in front of him.

It's not locked.

The door slid noiselessly into the darkness, and this time it did not get stuck in the middle, but opened very directly.

Mo Yi turns his head and looks at Wen Chen, and then they walk slowly towards the door. The light inside is very dim, as if all the light has been swallowed up by the darkness. The strong smell of dust and rotten smell come on his face, almost choking Mo Yi.

He wrinkled his nose, slightly pursed the corners of his mouth, and flashed the flashlight into the room -

behind the door, it was not the same deep corridor as the last time, but a very narrow space, which showed the whole picture completely and quickly under the moving light of the flashlight.

It seems to be a utility room.

Mo Yi stood in the same place and slowly turned a circle. The round light column of the flashlight moved with his movement in the room. In this sundry room, there were all kinds of broken furniture and old utensils covered with dust. They were covered with a layer of gray color in the dark, and they were quietly emitting for the past year in the corner of the room The staleness of the times.

The corridor and room that he had seen since he had opened the door the last time seemed to be an illusion, which was replaced by the grey and dirty sundry room in front of him.

Mo Yi slightly pursed up the lip angle, the dark eyes reflected the spot in the hand, the deeper the notch in the eyebrow.

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