Mo Yi turned his head abruptly.
— there is no one behind.
There was silence in the empty room, only the cold air flowed silently and slowly, and there was no shadow to hide under the lights.
Mo Yi's eyes fell on the big bed in the middle of the room, and a chill came from behind his back.
The soft fabric on the top was slightly sunken, and the smooth surface of the bed sheet had irregular wrinkles - and he clearly remembered that when he just entered the door, the bed was smooth and clean without a single wrinkle.
At this moment, he watched another deep depression appear next to the sunken fold in the bed sheet.
Mo Yi took a step back subconsciously, but his back bumped straight into the dressing table behind him. The dressing table clanged when he hit it, and the wooden table legs scratched harshly on the ground. It sounded harsh in the room.
A tingling dull pain spread from the waist and eyes, and spread along the nerves throughout Mo Yi's cold body. He endured the pain and turned his head to look at the dressing table behind him, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at the blurred dressing table. mirror.
In the reflection of the mirror, he saw a hazy figure on the bed, slowly approaching him.
Mo Yi's hairs stood on end involuntarily, fine cold sweat oozes from his palms, he slowly turned his head to look behind—
Still empty.
But the creases on the bed in the room are more dense, and the deep dents on the bed sheet are one step closer to Mo Yi. The obvious force makes the whole flat sheet crumpled, looking like a broken sheet. Cobwebs or the surface of a stirred lake.
Mo Yi could almost hear his own violent heartbeat beating in his ears. He took a deep breath, glanced at other corners of the room, and looked for his possible retreat—but the room was only so big. The door leading to another dead end, this uncomplicated terrain did not benefit him at all.
The marks on the bed were closer, already approaching the edge of the bed.
No matter what it was that was pressing on the bed, as long as it got out of the bed and walked less than ten steps forward, it was the dressing table.
Mo Yi gritted his teeth, and glanced at another door in the room without a trace—now that door that doesn't know where it leads is his only chance, if he doesn't succeed, he can only put all the chips on himself The props in the hand are on.
His footsteps moved a little, but he ran over something hard.
Mo Yi couldn't help being taken aback by the strange touch different from the soft carpet under his feet, and looked at his feet with a little distraction - he saw something shiny shimmering among the thick long hairs of the carpet, as if he had bumped back and bumped into it just now. After reaching the dresser, from which it tumbled onto the floor.
Mo Yi quickly glanced at the mirror behind him - the figure just stepped off the bed, showing a white outline in the blurred mirror, looking very strange.
His face was as cold as a stone, and he could almost hear the gurgling sound of his bones rubbing against each other when his neck bones turned, accompanied by the blood rushing to his mind, and the sound of rushing under his cheeks and in his ears, mixed together Into a noisy and chaotic hum, filling the dead background sound.
Mo Yi moved.
He bent down quickly and grabbed the thing that was shining under the light in his palm, and then rushed towards the closed door with lightning speed—
He only had time to take a last look at the blurred shadow in the mirror before he pressed his palm on the cold and hard doorknob, and then pressed down hard.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi didn't even know whether he had opened the door, but he felt that his whole body was hit by a sudden feeling of spinning, and then he was thrown into the invisible vortex to stir, his internal organs seemed to be They were all churned up, rolling violently in the abdominal cavity, bringing an indescribable nausea.
In the next second, Mo Yi felt as if he was caught by a pair of arms.
The sweaty skin touched the cold and dry air, and the familiar smell of dust awakened his senses, and the feeling of weightlessness and dizziness finally slowly began to fade away.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, and then began to cough violently, as if he wanted to cough out his own lungs.
A hand covered his back, patting slowly and comfortingly along his back.
The gloom covering Mo Yi's eyes finally dissipated slowly. He stopped coughing and saw that he was standing in front of the door he had walked in before. The secret door that merged into one has been quietly closed, without leaking a single gap.
Wen Chenzheng pursed his lips tightly and stared at him nervously.
Seeing that Mo Yi had slowed down a little, Wen Chen opened his mouth with a tight voice: "... are you okay?"
Mo Yi nodded with some difficulty, supported Wen Chen's arm to stand up a little bit, and then asked in a low voice: "Just now... what happened?"
Wen Chen's brows were deeply curved, his lips were tightly pursed, and he grabbed Mo Yi's palm with excessive force: "After you entered, the door was closed, and I couldn't get in, so I waited."
He forced himself to loosen the palm that was tightly holding Mo Yi, and instead slowly wrapped his fingers around his wrist. His slightly trembling fingertips gently rubbed against the strand of mist hanging from Mo Yi's wrist bone and twisted into a The gray chain, the voice suppressed:
"You let me wait, give you a little time to observe."
Only then did Mo Yi realize that what Wen Chen was talking about was his own request before the encounter in the corridor—not to rescue him immediately, but to give him time.
With the bracelet Wen Chen could pull him out of it directly, but because of what Mo Yi said before, he suppressed his obsessive-compulsive obsession and waited anxiously.
Mo Yi stared at Wen Chen's light-colored eyes suppressing emotions, held Wen Chen's cold palm with his backhand, and stroked the back of his hand soothingly, with a low and soft voice:
"You trust me, don't you?"
Wen Chen's eyelashes trembled, and he pressed his cold forehead to his forehead, and replied softly:
"Yes."
Mo Yi smiled, and kissed him lightly on the cheek: "...Thank you."
Wen Chen seemed to have finally relaxed from the tense and oppressive state just now. He gently folded his arms, pressed his cold cheeks tightly against Mo Yi's neck, and said in a low voice: "If it takes another minute, you It's not out yet, I—”
He clenched his teeth tightly, as if he wanted to force himself to swallow the next words into his throat, and stared at him with light-colored eyes, which reflected Mo Yi's face.
Mo Yi patted his shoulder reassuringly, then suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but froze:
"So, didn't you pull me out just now?"
Wen Chen took a deep breath and shook his head: "No, I'm just responsible for catching you."
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. He couldn't remember whether he pressed the doorknob of that door, but this door was just opposite to the door he entered into that room. To the original way ah.
All the previous experiences in that room came to Mo Yi's mind so clearly, he suddenly realized that he was still holding tightly to the shiny thing he picked up from the carpet, and Haven't had time to watch it yet.
Mo Yi raised the other palm that he had been holding tightly just now, and then slowly let go of his already somewhat stiff and white fingers, and the contents of the palm were exposed under the light of the flashlight.
He saw a ring lying quietly in his palm, the pure gold rings were tightly biting together like ouroboros, a complete ruby was surrounded by golden ears of wheat, the gemstone was perfectly cut Under the light of the flashlight, the cut surface reflects a mysterious halo of pigeon blood red, surrounded by a circle of fine gemstones, which looks extraordinarily expensive and luxurious. Even if you drag it, you can feel the heavy weight of the ring, but according to the wear and tear on it It can be seen that the ring has some age.
Mo Yi slowly turned the ring in his hand, and saw two delicate and small letters carved on the inside of the ring: TE
It stands to reason that these should be initials, but who could this be? Could it be Madame de Claus
Mo Yi frowned suspiciously. He looked over and over at the beautiful ruby ring in front of him, but he couldn't find any other clues except that it was in excellent condition, exquisite workmanship and extremely expensive. .
He had no choice but to give up temporarily, put the ring in the small pocket inside his pocket for safekeeping, and then looked down at his watch: He had been away from the group of players for nearly an hour, and now they are doing poorly what they should be able to do. Not all anymore.
Mo Yi turned to Wen Chen and said, "Let's go, we should go back."
Wen Chen nodded, turned around and followed Mo Yi's pace, and together with him passed through the snow-white curtains in the room again, returning to the original path as if walking through a maze.
After turning around for a long time, Mo Yi finally saw the other players in the room again.
I saw them staring helplessly at the wall of the room, and the eerie portrait was hanging upright in its original position, without even moving at all, and it perfectly overlapped with the previous dust marks.
Mo Yi glanced hastily across the room.
The ground was in a mess, pieces of dry and peeling paint were scattered everywhere, the corpses of scattered canvases and picture frames were everywhere, and the gaps in the long hairs of the carpet were full of sawdust and silk threads on the canvas.
It seems that what happened when Mo Yi tried to destroy the oil painting in the room happened here again.
He took a few steps forward slowly. Several other players in the side hall noticed Mo Yi's figure. Zhao Nan walked over with an expression on his face. Where is it?"
Mo Yi glanced at him coldly: "Just walk around casually."
After finishing speaking, he looked up at the oil painting hanging on the wall, raised his eyebrows and asked, "It's over?"
His tone was flat, but it sounded like there was an inexplicable sense of ridicule, which made Zhao Nan's face darken after being frustrated and angry, and he gritted his teeth hard so as not to reveal his emotions.
At this moment, there was the even sound of leather shoes hitting the ground at the door of the side hall, and a familiar figure appeared in everyone's sight—thin figure like a shadow, pale and blurred face, and meticulous and straight clothing.
—The butler who had disappeared for nearly a day was standing at the door and staring at everyone.