Mo Yi tightened his fingers, grabbed the white cloth and pulled it down. Fine dust instantly rose up in the cold, cellar-like room, dancing chaotically under the light of the flashlight.
He took half a step back to avoid the dust, and then looked behind the white cloth.
I saw a half-person-high oil painting framed in a thick, dark wooden frame, hanging upright in the center of the wall.
Inside the painting is a dignified aristocratic woman. This painting seems to have been aged for some time. Even if it is covered with a white cloth, it cannot stop the invasion of dust. The paint on it has dried up and cracked, making the whole painting look dim and blurred—but Even so, the beauty of the person in the painting can still be vaguely discerned.
But... no matter what, this is an ordinary painting.
Mo Yi frowned slowly, and carefully observed the half-person-high oil painting with the light of the flashlight, his eyes lingered on the unclear outline of the person in the painting, then took a step forward, and stretched out his hand behind the frame groped for a while—
No clues were found except dusty hands.
Mo Yi took a step back with a heavy expression, and Wen Chen who was standing aside asked:
"How about it?"
His voice echoed in the empty and cold room, startling Mo Yi, who was in deep thought, he was a little bit overwhelmed, and replied in a low voice as if talking to himself:
"This is the weirdest..."
He turned his head to look at Wen Chen who was standing beside him, frowned tightly, and said hesitantly, "I didn't find anything."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi took a few steps back thoughtfully, then turned around and walked to the piano covered in white cloth.
He reached out and lifted the white cloth above, and then tentatively reached out and pressed a note on it—the low and beautiful piano sound briefly sounded in the room, and then fell silent again.
Mo Yi paused, then put both hands on the black and white piano keys, slowly tried to press a few other notes, and played them not very proficiently - he heard it in this room before The melody of stumbling, this tune sounds low and melancholy, which makes people feel heavy from the bottom of their hearts.
He frowned tightly and said in a low voice:
"...I must have heard this melody somewhere."
Mo Yi's fingers fell with inertia and hit one of the piano keys. Suddenly, an abrupt and dissonant note sounded in the room. He stopped and stared at the piano, as if he was thinking about something.
After a few seconds, he seemed to remember something, looked up at Wen Chen, and asked hesitantly:
"Do you think that the sound of this piano is exceptionally accurate?"
Mo Yi took a few steps back, stared at the piano, and then slowly said: "If it is true that the piano in this room has not been touched for a long time as the housekeeper said, then the sound of this piano will not be so good. Right."
He frowned and said no more.
After a few minutes, Mo Yi took a deep breath, then took a few quick steps forward, picked up the white cloth on the ground, covered the piano and oil painting again, and restored the room to its original appearance, then turned his head to meet the smell Chen said:
"Let's go."
Wen Chen turned to look at him, raising his eyebrows suspiciously.
Mo Yi shrugged and replied: "All the "clues" I got in this room are scattered and unclear, but we don't have the conditions to connect them together yet."
He turned his head and looked around the entire dark and dead room, and slowly narrowed his eyes:
"It's so normal...it just doesn't feel right to me.
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi turned around and walked out of the door, followed by Wen Chen, and the two restored the lock outside the side hall to its original state before leaving.
When he walked to the hall, Mo Yi paid close attention to the marble statue standing at the gate of the house for a few seconds—it didn't show any sign of moving just like the last time Mo Yi saw it, and it looked like a simple dead thing Generally, standing there coldly and lifeless, staring at everyone who passed by with pale eyes.
Mo Yi looked away and adjusted his restless mood.
After all, this is a nine-day dungeon, and the clues must not be as dense as those dungeons that only last a few hours, so there is no rush now.
He let out a breath slowly, and then said in a low voice: "Let's go, maybe we can catch up with their last dish."
After finishing speaking, the two walked towards the restaurant along the original road. They bypassed the corridor and walked up stairs of different shapes. This house is so big that Mo Yi even suspected that he got lost from time to time.
Finally, they vaguely heard the sound of chatting with each other and the faint sound of melodious music.
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to turn the corner of the corridor ahead and walk forward, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw a blurry figure on the carpet slowly enlarging—it was coming from the direction of the restaurant.
His heart tensed instantly, and the way Wen Chen made the two of them invisible just now flashed through his mind.
Mo Yi didn't have time to think, subconsciously pulled Wen Chen past him, pushed him against the wall, then took a quick step forward, and pressed his lips against it.
The distance between the two shortened in an instant, and the shadow of the corridor wall instantly surrounded their close-fitting figures, their noses intertwined, and they were so close that they could almost see the slight arc of the other's eyelashes trembling.
The footsteps behind him approached, and they turned directly into this corridor in a matter of milliseconds—then Mo Yi heard the footsteps suddenly stop, and then a slight gasp sounded, which could be heard in the silent corridor. Sharp and abrupt.
Mo Yi's breath paused slightly, as if he realized something.
He took a step back, opened the distance between the two, let go of the hand on Wen Chen's shoulder, and then slowly turned his head to look to the side one by one.
I saw a rookie player standing at the entrance of the corridor, covering his mouth with his palm, staring at the two of them dumbfounded, as if he was quite frightened.
Realizing that both Mo Yi and Wen Chen's gazes were on her, the girl blushed, as if she was about to bury her head under the carpet, and hurriedly explained: "I, I, I, I just came out to go to the toilet. , sorry to bother you, sorry sorry sorry, sorry sorry—”
She turned her head in bewilderment, buried her head in the opposite direction and ran away.
Mo Yi: "..."
Fine.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and turned to look at Wen Chen.
I saw Wen Chen was standing against the wall, his collar spread out messily, revealing a small piece of pale skin, the deep facial features were divided into a clear boundary between light and dark by the dim light, and the corners of his lips had obvious curvature.
He stared at Mo Yi with an innocent expression on his face: "...it doesn't work by this."
Mo Yi took a deep breath, bit his back molars hard, and said slowly:
"Then...then why did you do that before?"
Wen Chen straightened up, licked his moist lips, the simple movement was especially provocative when looking at the mountains in the dim corridor—he replied solemnly:
"According to the occasion."
Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, and silently recited countless sentences not to get angry, and finally suppressed the emotions rising up in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, a sense of powerlessness rose from the embers, and Mo Yi couldn't help but raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose—for some reason, ever since Wen Chen started being inseparable from him, his mood swings were much richer than before .
At this moment, the sound of trotting footsteps sounded from another corridor beside it.
The flushed newcomer ran back quickly from the direction he left with his head buried, and whispered as he passed by Mo Yi, "... sorry the toilet is not in that direction."
Mo Yi: "..."
He took a deep breath and whispered to Wen Chen: "... let's go, let's go in."
Unexpectedly, after entering the door, the butler was not in the restaurant, and the pale and stiff maids still stuck to their posts dutifully, delivering delicate dishes to the table one after another, like puppets Serving the players, the room is brightly lit, and the musicians in tuxedos are playing melodious music. The atmosphere in the entire restaurant looks extraordinarily relaxed, almost not like a dungeon.
Mo Yishi hurriedly ate some, while listening to the players' discussion at the dinner table absently, while observing the audience, he noticed that in such a long period of time, that eerie housekeeper never once Never showed up.
After the dinner time was over, the crowd dispersed, and the previous maids led them to their own rooms.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen also returned to their room. After a brief wash, Mo Yi sat cross-legged on the soft bed, frowning and meditating on what he found tonight, trying to piece together the scattered clues in his mind.
At this moment, he seemed to hear something.
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, raised his head, and listened carefully——
As thin as a gossamer, a low sob came through the thick wall, making one wonder if it was his own auditory hallucination.
Mo Yi looked at Wen Chen: "Did you hear—?"
Wen Chen nodded.
Mo Yi made a decisive decision, stood up from the bed, and then hurriedly picked up his backpack from the corner of the room, then opened the door and ran out, saying decisively: "Go, go and have a look."
In the dimly lit corridor, the low crying sound seemed to be more obvious—this time Mo Yi was sure it wasn't his own auditory hallucination.
He walked quickly along the direction where the sound came from. The crying in his ear sounded eerie and permeating in the dark and cold corridor, but it gradually became clear as he approached, becoming like... in the ear The side sounded normal.
Mo Yi couldn't help but feel a chill down his back. He took a deep breath and quickened his pace.
The next second, the crying stopped abruptly.
Mo Yi stopped slowly, and he saw a door in front of him slid open a small crack, and bright light came out from the crack, leaving a bright light mark on the carpet in the corridor.
Mo Yi's eyes froze.
He smelled the familiar smell of the air—the cold and sweet smell mixed with the stench of rust.
The smell of blood.