There was silence in the room, the dark red walls heavily wrapped the space in the room, and under the light, it looked more bright red and glaring, as if even the slender and pale face of the housekeeper standing at the door was printed with a layer of light. of red.
At this moment, a low moan sounded from behind everyone, breaking the silence in the room.
The players followed the sound and saw that the player who had collapsed on the ground seemed to have finally woken up from a coma.
He supported the ground with his palms, lifted his upper body from the ground with difficulty, turned his pale face in confusion and confusion, looked around at the strange things in front of him, and asked in a hoarse and dry voice:
"Fa... what happened?"
The butler's unwavering gaze stayed on his figure for a second, and then he looked away indifferently.
His voice sounded in the cold and oppressive space:
"It's getting late now, everyone must be very tired today."
After finishing speaking, the butler took a step back slowly, stepped aside, and continued: "Please follow the maid and return to your room to rest."
The player hurriedly left the uncomfortable room behind him in fear of avoiding it. After everyone filed out of the open brass-colored door, the butler's voice sounded again behind him: "Tomorrow is Mr. De Claus It’s the wedding with my wife, please rest fully and bring your invitations.”
The players were shocked, turned their heads and looked behind at the same time, and saw the thin and dark figure of the butler standing outside the bright red room, half of his pale face was printed red, and there was a faint red light on the dark eyes. The corners of his lips raised from the angle that had always been carefully calculated seemed to be a little wider, which made people's hair stand on end.
He bowed slowly to salute, and the brass-colored door slowly closed behind him, closing the empty room behind.
Tomorrow is the wedding.
This thought made all the players shudder, no one knew what would happen tomorrow, this palpitating unknown made everyone feel heavy and fearful, silently followed the maid who was already waiting in the outer hall and walked out.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen followed the maid who led the way out of the hall. The dim light on the wall around them illuminated the corridor, but the front was still dark, and the air was silent, only the slight sound of footsteps on the carpet could be heard. .
After a long time, the maid walking ahead finally stopped—their room had arrived.
The two walked into the room, and the door of the room closed behind them, shutting behind the pale face of the maid in the dark corridor staring at them stiffly, leaving only a quiet and closed space.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand tiredly, inserted his fingers into the bow tie and pulled it, loosening the cumbersome shackles a little, then exhaled slowly, and stopped his hand a little irritatedly.
Wen Chen stepped forward, lowered his head slightly, and dexterously helped Mo Yi untangle the messy and tangled neckline with his slender fingers. Mo Yi followed his movements and raised his head slightly, his neck pulled, his hard throat The outline of the bones is tough and graceful, trembling with breathing, the neckline is slightly spread out, and the pale and thin collarbone is half hidden in the complicated collar, reflecting slightly moist light under the light.
Wen Chen's eyes were slightly darker, and the movements under his fingers involuntarily slowed down.
The distance between the two of them did not know when it became extremely close, as if they could see the trembling of each other's eyelashes.
He lowered his head uncontrollably, and gently pressed his lips against Mo Yi's neck. The cold and soft lips touched the overheated skin, which made Mo Yi's body tremble.
Mo Yi frowned, reached out and inserted his fingers into Wen Chen's soft hair, forcing him to look up at him.
He narrowed his dark eyes slightly, the bottom of the abyss-like pupils looked dim and gloomy under the light.
Then he leaned forward without warning, and bit Wen Chen's lips hard, his sharp canine teeth gnawed on his cold lips, and the sweet taste of blood was exchanged between his lips and teeth.
Wen Chen immediately kissed back even harder, and the two of them were staggering in their original standing posture. If Mo Yi hadn't supported the side of the bed with his hands in time, they would have fallen on the bed.
Mo Yi's fingers slid down from Wen Chen's skull, pressed on the back of his neck, and then opened the distance between them.
The weird emotions that had been smoldering in my heart since I was in the ballroom just now were finally vented a little. Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly to calm down his somewhat unsteady shortness of breath. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Wen Chen who was near The face so close—his pale and thin lips were slightly stained with blood, which was obviously his own masterpiece.
Wen Chen stared at Mo Yi with those light-colored eyes, and only the breathing of the two of them could be heard in the room.
Mo Yi stroked the cold skin on the back of Wen Chen's neck with his fingertips, the reflection of the light in his calm eyes was like the thin moonlight undulating on the deep black ocean.
Wen Chen approached uncontrollably, kissed his eyelids lightly, then followed Mo Yi's increased strength on his neck and backed away slightly, letting out a long breath with unconcealable disappointment.
The ambiguous atmosphere and heat in the room slowly faded a little, and the sticky tension in the air finally dissipated.
Just as Mo Yi withdrew his palm, Wen Chen seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked softly:
"By the way, when you were in the ballroom just now, did you find anything?"
Mo Yi nodded, and pulled out the silver table knife from one of his cuffs. Its slightly curved and smooth surface reflected the dazzling white light under the light. It flickered with the movement of his fingers, and he said:
"In the secret door in the side hall on the first floor, I saw a blurry portrait in the mirror in the room - I thought it might be the one who played the piano in the side hall before, but it seems that the naked eye can't see it To see it, unless it is in the mirror, and there is no mirror in the whole house, so I let you steal this knife from the dining room."
He continued with a dignified expression: "In the dance hall, I used the mirror of this knife to see the same fuzzy portrait in the arm of the controlled player... I doubt it is the same as what I saw in that room." The one and the same, and…”
Mo Yi took a deep breath, frowned slowly, and continued:
"And . . . I suspect it may well be Mrs. de Claus."
During the dance, the player is obviously dancing a man's step, so the vague shadow in his arms is likely to be a woman. In addition, in such a grand ball, the host and hostess will often lead the dance, In addition, the housekeeper said yesterday that the Clauss and his wife would participate today, which made Mo Yi have reasonable doubts... Could the marionette-like player and the ghost in his arms represent this couple?
However, the problem now is that this inference is a bit simplistic—and there will never be too simple a situation in a dungeon.
This made Mo Yi a little uneasy.
Just as he was deep in thought, Wen Chen's voice sounded next to his ear: "Actually... that's not what I asked."
Mo Yi raised his head to look at him with some doubts, only to see that Wen Chen turned his eyes away, and the corners of his tight lips seemed a little uneasy. He paused, and continued:
"I mean...did you notice something when I asked you to dance? Why all of a sudden..."
Mo Yi realized that what Wen Chen asked was why he cursed suddenly before, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and then slowly raised the corners of his lips: "That..."
Wen Chen's expression remained unchanged, but the muscles on his body tensed up slowly, waiting nervously.
Mo Yi smiled calmly, placed a kiss on his lips lightly, and then replied without changing his expression:
"Nothing really."
Wen Chen's heart was beating wildly because of his sudden action, his light-colored eyes seemed to be melting, the corners of his lips curled up subconsciously, and he thought vaguely:
If he can get a kiss every time, then it seems that he will bring up this topic more in the future...
Mo Yi's face was stained with exhaustion. He yawned and said, "Now it's time to rest. Tomorrow will probably be a very special day."
After finishing speaking, he no longer cared about getting up and going to the bathroom to wash up briefly, then changed into his previous casual clothes, turned off the lights in the room, and then lay down on the side of the bed with all his clothes on.
Mo Yi stared at the darkness in front of him, his eyes darkened slightly, he stretched out his hand and slowly stroked his chest, the heart in his chest under his palm was beating steadily and regularly, pumping blood from the atrium to the whole body.
When dancing in the ballroom before, for the first time, he truly felt his heartbeat.
Then, he saw the picture.
Familiar, as if it were fragments engraved in the memory—that familiar feeling once again surged like a tide, violently impacting his mind, the picture was not clear, only some residual feelings or Colors, but so vivid, it seems like it happened yesterday.
This mysterious feeling lasted only for a moment, but it was so vivid that Mo Yi couldn't deceive himself that he didn't feel it.
He took a deep breath, cleared the emotions and pictures in his mind, then closed his eyes, and forced himself into sleep.
The darkness slowly enveloped Mo Yi's consciousness and senses, but he could still clearly smell the scent mixed with the pine forest after the rain, enveloping him into a dark and sweet dreamland.
Tonight, Mo Yi didn't dream of the nightmare that has haunted him almost since he could remember.
When Mo Yi woke up again, he seemed to have had a long and distant dream, which contained the smell of sunlight and broken light spots, the sound of chuckling and warm touch woven into a web, covering his sleeping consciousness. But when he woke up, he found that he couldn't remember anything, as if it was just a thin piece of sugar in his mouth, after the root of his tongue melted, there was no trace except a faint sweetness.
Mo Yi stood in a daze and blinked, then raised his wrist to look at the time:
It's already past eight o'clock in the morning.
Mo Yi's nerves came to his senses in an instant, and he couldn't help but frowned slightly: Logically speaking, even if there is no hot water for washing at this time, there should be a knock on the door for breakfast, but... nothing.
He quickly got up from the bed, walked quickly to the door of the room, and stretched out his hand to open the door—
But the door in front of him was as immovable as an iron wall.
- The door cannot be opened.