Chapter 186

Mo Yi can't sleep on the bed. His fingers caress the cold ring unconsciously under the thick and soft velvet quilt. The perfect hard edges and corners of ruby cut against his finger belly. The exquisite and complex snake shaped patterns on it feel confused in the dark.

He felt that his guess was right, and he became more convinced over time.

As his fingers moved slowly around the edge of the ring, he could almost outline in his mind the worn marks on the inside of the ring and the fuzzy acronym.

Mo Yi recalled his thoughts when he was in the corridor during the day -

he slowly pushed the ring up along the edge of his ring finger. The cold and hard metal surrounded the skin of his finger. With his action, he tied it loosely around the root of his finger. Mo Yi gently turned the ring, which was not a good fit, There was a little space between the ring and the fingers, which was a little bit larger for him.

Mo Yi is quietly staring at the dark ceiling, waiting.

But nothing happened.

He slowly breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing whether it was disappointment or what it was like.

Mo Yi shook his head with some self mockery. Just as he was about to take the ring off his finger, he heard a soft murmur outside the door. It was as light as if a gust of wind could be blown away. It was like a wisp of silk thread sliding in through the crack of the door, penetrating the darkness around him and slowly spreading to his ears.

His nerves tensed in an instant, and he could not help but stop what he was doing.

Mo Yi lowered his voice and gently called out the names of the people around him Wen Chen. "

But there was no answer in the dark.

He became alert and felt something wrong. He reached out to the bed beside him, but he felt empty.

The bed beside me was cold and empty, and there was no trace of being pressed on the flat sheet, as if no one had ever laid on it.

Mo Yi's heart leaped slightly. The subtle words that lurked in the dark seemed to be clearer, but they still couldn't hear what they were saying. It seemed that they were luring people's curiosity and all their attention to distinguish the general.

Quietly, he lifted the quilt on his body and slipped quietly down the bed. His feet stepped on the warm, fluffy carpet without a sound.

Mo Yi held his breath and walked slowly in the dark. He walked cautiously in the direction of the sound.

There was no light in front of him, like a curtain curtain curtain around his side. In the dark, it seemed that there were countless dense cotton wadding, which made everything in front of him chaotic. He felt the dark and walked forward, and a faint light appeared not far away from his eyes -

there was a subtle light coming through the crack of the door and printed on the carpet A thin yellow light.

Mo Yi silently pressed his palm on the door handle, and then pressed it down gently. The thin metal friction sound sounded in the dark, but his ears could only hear the murmur of his heartbeat and breathing. Adrenaline was sent to the whole body along with the rushing blood, which made his muscles tense up subconsciously.

The door was gently opened by a small crack.

He slowly approached the door, and a thin warm light hit Mo Yi's face. His eyes narrowed slightly with the sudden light and looked out of the door.

To Mo Yi's surprise, the door is not the corridor he imagined. Instead, there is a room which is cramped because of numerous miscellaneous objects. The voice of whispering becomes clearer. Mo Yi can recognize the voice of a man and send the vague words to his ear through the crack of the door.

An almost inconceivable conjecture sprang up in his mind.

Mo Yi's breath was uncontrollably a little bit rapid, but he was forced to suppress it with his amazing will. He slowly widened the gap in front of him a little, and then silently sidetracked his side to let the light shine into the room behind him along the crack of the door.

He turned to look behind him.

The cotton wadded darkness was illuminated by the weak light. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and distinguished the blurred scenery and outline in the dark by the light. The heavy gauze curtain softened the outline of the bed, the wardrobe in one corner of the room, the dressing table not far away from him, and the closed door on the other side of the room in the dark Together, it wakes Mo Yi's memory which is not long ago.

His heart can't help shaking, he knows where he is This is the secret room hidden under the blanket deep in the side hall. Mo Yi followed the white shadow in the side hall at the end of the week, but when he opened the same door in the second week, it was indeed a sundry room.

and Moyi as like as two peas in the room, he turned the corner of his roots in a thoughtful way, and his eyes were very small. He remembered that there were two identical doors in the room. Now the door with light is the one that didn't open at that time.Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at the tiny cracks in the door that had been opened by himself --

the soft voice of his voice seemed to gradually become clear with the passage of time. From a limited perspective, it seemed that there was a figure projected onto the ground by the corner light, and the thin and long black shadow was shaking on the ground not far from his own eyes How to move their own angle, can not see the real shadow.

The intermittent sentences slowly spread to his ears and murmured in an exotic tone. Mo Yi carefully distinguished them for a long time, and finally heard some words and incomplete sentences. He was a little stunned and finally signed up in his mind.

The "man" in the room was reading bordeville's flowers of evil in French.

The timbre makes Mo Yi inexplicably familiar.

Just as he was pondering over where he had heard the sound, the whispering voice in the room suddenly stopped, and the quiet air seemed to solidify in an instant. Mo Yi's heart string was slightly stretched and his breath was slowed down --

"bang Dang!"

The huge noise in the room finally made Mo Yi tremble all over. He saw a beautiful porcelain vase broken on the ground that could be seen from the thin crack of the door in front of him. The fresh rose with water drops was lying in the broken pieces of porcelain and a mess of water stains, as if it had been swept to the ground by something.

A hand came out of the blind spot.

That hand is really too thin, only the pale skin without blood is loosely wrapped with thin and thin bones. The frightening veins and blood vessels protrude from the back of the skinny hand. It is as thin as a skeleton. The hand slowly pinches the rose lying on the ground, and then takes it away from Moyi's visual range.

Then, Mo Yi heard the soft footstep sound, walking towards the distance, and then the sound of the door spindle opening and closing.

Then the room became silent.

Mo Yi breathed a silent sigh of relief. His fingers on the door handle were slightly relaxed. He felt a layer of sweat in his palm, which brought a slightly greasy touch. He stood up. His knees and legs were numb because they had not moved for too long. He moved his numb feet a little, and then boldly opened the door in front of him tentatively Look into the room.

There is no one in the room, only the high stack of debris and old paper cast a deep shadow in the dim yellow light, and the room is filled with a strong smell of dust and pungent paint.

Mo Yi slowly walked a few steps toward the door. Suddenly, his sight was tightly grasped by the things in the middle of the room, which made his steps unable to move. It was as if his whole body's blood stayed here, and all his attention was deeply locked on it -

it was an unfinished oil painting.

Among a pile of messy and dried up pigment color plates, the canvas which is slightly yellowing under the light can see the texture of the cloth extension. On the canvas, a woman's upper body is painted. Messy lines and rough colors are piled up and crowded on the canvas. The woman's micro side face is outlined. The whole face has not been fully outlined, only a pair of affectionate black His eyes, surrounded by plush eyelashes, gaze silently out of the canvas.

Although it is not finished, Mo Yi still recognizes that this is the portrait of the woman hanging in the side hall.

And a rose with water drops is lying on the small table with paint beside the canvas. The delicate petals are rich in red, and they are suffused with the delicate luster of cloth in the light.

He slowly stepped forward a few steps, slowly reaching out to touch -

the next second, the sound of footsteps came from far away and approached slowly. The sound of the bolt opening suddenly broke the silence of the room, and woke Mo Yi from his meditation. His heart leaped suddenly, and then he turned to prepare to walk in the direction of his coming, but he was hurt when he turned around Under the accumulation of debris trip, unable to maintain balance to fall to the side.

Mo Yi suddenly took a breath of cool air, and his heart beat high in a moment because of his weightlessness.

“…… What's the matter? "

The familiar voice rings in his ear. Mo Yi suddenly turns his head, but sees Wen Chen frowning and looking at him. His light gray eyes are staring at him deeply. He seems to be saying something, but Mo Yi seems to have heard nothing. He is just panting violently and looking around him blankly. He seems not to know where he is It's similar.

In front of you, whether it is Baroque style gorgeous decoration or neatly arranged furniture in the room, you are familiar with it and you are at a loss.

All the evidence seems to clearly show that Mo Yi is lying on the bed in his room at the moment, rather than in the secret room hidden behind the blanket. He felt his back soaked with sweat, the material of his clothes was tightly adhered to his back, and the velvet quilts were stacked around him, and the warm heat came from it.

Mo Yi struggled to get up and looked down at his palm on the quilt.

On the base of his pale ring finger, I saw that ruby ring was loosely hooped.

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