Chapter 184

The gloomy and deep tone reverberates in people's ears, and the same syllables are repeatedly knocked out. Players are pale and forced to dance with the music. Their movements are stiff and astringent, even if they step on the toes of their partners in panic and tension.

No one expected the appearance of this song, just like an ominous alarm bell ringing in the ears of players, mercilessly and cruelly pierced their thin and naive delusions, as if the dark malice fell into all people's hearts and sank into the abyss.

Everyone's attention is focused on the man dancing alone in the middle of the dance floor

the pale man in front of his dark suit has bright red roses pinned in front of his suit. His stiff arms are half bent, and he embraces the air in his arms in vain. He dances in the spacious dance floor with slow rhythm, and the black soles strike a clear and monotonous sound on the ground, Feet, ankles, knees, wrists, arms, tight muscles smoothly lead to continuous movements of the body, forward, backward, rotate, and foot, and dance in the center of the dance floor --

as if immersed in their own world, as if no one else moves along with the music, which is strange and tense.

The players around them fell into a dead silence. They followed the gloomy melody mechanically in silence, as if some invisible hand held their thoughts and throat, making their muscles tense and their faces stiff.

The music in my ears seems to be soothing. The original gloomy and sad melody seems to be injected with some tender shadows, softening the cold edges and corners between the notes and the cold rain like cold.

Mo Yi noticed the change of tune and looked at the solo dancer over the shoulder of Wen Chen.

I saw the man's half curved arms slightly inward, pale face slightly lowered, as if staring at his invisible dance partner, empty and dark eyes seem to be filled with tenderness, as if staring at his life's love or the most precious treasure in the world, the pace slowed down with the music, the music flowed under his feet, deep emotional imitation The music in Buddha's ears seems to be getting more and more intense. The repeated tunes seem to be tuned up in an instant. The dull bass is compressed into suffocating groans. The high pitched treble is compressed into monotonous shrieks. It seems that the cruel truth of warmth has been lifted. The pain and sadness of his real face are compressed and condensed into every note Deep black despair, as if deep visible bone wound general, gurgling out the thick stench of pus blood.

The man's pace quickly rises, and the rose on his chest seems to be driven by the host's sudden change of action. It seems that the rose is swaying in the wind like a burning flame. The bright red to dazzling petals float down from the fragile stems under heavy load -

in the air, they slowly fall to the scarlet ground.

Mo Yi's eyes follow the rose petal, some trance staring at it slowly fell to the ground, as if a drop of solidified blood finally into the boundless blood pool.

Suddenly, it seemed that he heard a scream in his ear, which penetrated through the dense white fog and entered his mind. It seemed that he was slow to stir up his dull nerves and senses. It took Mo Yi several seconds to react. It turned out that the scream in his ear was real.

The shrill, painful, and shrill shrieks, like sharp blades, cut through the air in an instant, and blend into the instant music. With the gloomy tone gradually rising, it seems that the danger approaching step by step makes the desperate people retreat to the edge of the cliff.

Mo Yi turns back in accordance with the voice and finds that the dance floor behind him has become a mess.

Thick and thick blood spread on the ground, slowly flowing and spreading, and the strong smell of rust spread in the air. The pale and stiff face was stained with dazzling blood stains. The fingers as white as the face fell into the greasy wound without hindrance. Gradually, it went deeper and deeper. A large amount of blood gushed out along the fingers tearing the texture, which was frightening and painful The screams, mixed with the murmurs of prayer and struggle, gradually went mad under the dubbing of the music.

The marble figures mixed into the players clung to their partners without expression, completely ignoring each other's useless struggle, and indifferently tearing each other's soft human body with their stone fingers. The broken internal organs and six internal organs plumped down to the ground along the cracked belly, and were pulled out with the body's desperate struggle in great pain ——

The bright red bloodstains splashed on the faces of the nearby shocked players. The salty, fishy and warm liquid slid down the delicate and cold face of marble and the warm and frightened face of human beings at the same time. The thick and disgusting smell of blood spread in the scarlet hall, and the whole hall seemed to be soaked in rich blood color.

Mo Yi's face slightly coagulates, suddenly sharp voice way: "don't stop."

His voice is not big, but it is very clear in a chaotic closed space. He wakes up the players who are stunned by the unexpected scene. They come back to their senses as if they are just waking up. Then they find that their pace is slowing down unconsciously, and they are about to stop soon -

and once stopped, it means death.

They bravely continued to dance, the shock and fear on their faces were still subsided, and the sticky blood and visceral fragments under their feet were trampled and scattered by players' disorderly steps, but no one dared to stop.The players who were attacked by the marble statues gradually lost their breath, their lax eyes were painfully and ferociously staring at the distance, and the crying and screaming voices gradually quieted down, and were finally covered by the gloomy and low music.

The blood seems to gush out from the limbs endlessly. The pale marble kneels down beside the broken corpse, and inserts the hard fingers into the player's body with residual temperature again and again. It seems to wring every trace of water in the wet towel to squeeze out the blood from the incomplete body, leaving only the corpse which appears pale like a stone due to excessive blood loss Cold, lifeless, falling in a pool of blood.

Rigid players step on the blood pool and broken limbs, around the pile of pale limbs in the dance floor dancing intermittently, ear is as if never stop music.

The people who were devastated by the cruel scene and the pressure of terror could not help but cry in a low voice. The sound of crying, as thin as a gossamer, mingled with the music, was like a river flowing in the dark, crushing the nerves and senses of normal human beings over and over again.

Everyone's face is covered with a pale mask of despair, fear and horror, but like a puppet being manipulated, he can't stop, and he dances stiffly and stink with blood.

Mo Yi turned to look at the man dancing alone.

I saw his half curved arm slowly gathered around, cherishing the invisible dance partner in his arms. His other hand slowly climbed up the curve of the air in his arms, and then stopped in the air.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and on the ground were viscera and limb fragments crushed into pulp by people's feet.

The roots of his fingers were tightened, and his knuckles were covered with terrible blue and white, as if to exert a fatal force on the imaginary characters in his hands. His face seemed to be torn by two extreme emotions, but the dance steps under his feet showed no sign of stopping, and he was still walking on the gloomy notes -

1234.

It was like a grand performance.

He's playing a silent murder.

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