In the following time, Mo Yi almost dismantled the entire room.
Whether it was the thick and heavy curtains or the flashy decorations that can be seen everywhere in the room, Mo Yizai searched carefully. Every gap that might contain clues did not escape this carpet-like search, and was thoroughly searched. Pulled it out and checked it again.
Wen Chen sat on the edge of the bed, staring indifferently at Mo Yi who was rummaging around in the room, and saw that he was lifting the porcelain placed in the corner of the room, tilting his head and looking at the pattern on the bottom, deep He took a deep breath—he shouldn't have had too much expectation when he heard Mo Yi say, "Then let's hurry up and do something interesting."
Mo Yi had already put the porcelain on the ground near the door, and began to bend down to feel the edge of the thick carpet in the corner. After a few seconds, he lifted up the carpet covering the ground and began to slowly lift it It was rolled up, but the rolled rug was quickly blocked by an elegant wooden table placed near the door.
So he stood up and vigorously lifted the heavy wooden table onto the vacant ground.
Mo Yi blinked his darkened eyes from getting up quickly, stretched out his hands to support the wall and took a breath, his pale face had already started to flush after exercise, and thin beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead.
Wen Chen raised his fingers slightly, and saw that the furniture blocking Mo Yi's road was pulled up by some invisible force, and slowly floated into the air tens of centimeters from the ground. A faint gray smoke lingered on the anchor points of the furniture.
Mo Yi raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, turned his head to look at Wen Chen behind him, his dark eyes swept across his body, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Thanks."
After finishing speaking, he raised his finger to the bare ground that was not covered by carpet, and asked, "Can you please put them over there?"
Following Mo Yi's instructions, Wen Chen manipulated the furniture floating in the air to slowly move in that direction. Mo Yi bent down and continued to roll the thick carpet on the ground into thicker and thicker buckets, making the space of the open space The area was expanded again to make room for the floating furniture controlled by Wen Chen.
Wen Chen moved his fingers slightly, and his eyes moved slowly following Mo Yi's movements, unscrupulously moving from his pale arms and thin wrists where his sleeves were rolled up for the convenience of movement, to the moment when he bent down The half of the waist exposed in the shirt slowly moved up to the shoulder blades that fluctuated with Mo Yi's movements, and then slid down to the junction of the deep shoulder socket and neck following the smooth texture of his shoulders and back.
His eyes darken—
Rounding it up... this probably counts as "interesting stuff".
Mo Yi straightened up, wiped the sweat that slid down his temples with the back of his hand, exhaled slowly, and then looked down at the incomplete ground in front of him—
I saw that it was covered with a layer of floating hair that seemed to come off from the wool carpet, and it was tightly attached to the floor surface like a thin layer of fine dust. Through the thin layer of gray floating hair, you can See what seems to be vague outlines and lines underneath.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head to look at Wen Chen, but was surprised to see that the other party looked away instantly to avoid staring at him, he froze for a while, the voice that was about to come out was suppressed in his throat, Asked instead:
"What's wrong?"
Wen Chen's complexion quickly returned to normal, he coughed in a low voice, and said nonchalantly:
"nothing."
Mo Yi's eyes turned around him suspiciously, and finally let go of the question, suppressing his doubts about Wen Chen's weird attitude in his heart, turning his head to look at the faint shadow on the ground. pattern, asked:
"Can you lift all the furniture on the carpet at the same time?"
Wen Chen nodded: "Of course."
He slightly raised his finger, and saw that all the furniture in the room that was pressed on the carpet slowly floated into the air, including the big bed under Wen Chen's body. Xiang Mo Yi supported his chin with one hand, and asked, "Is it all right now?"
Mo Yi's eyes lit up, he pursed the corners of his lips to restrain his excitement, then walked to the bed and floated next to Wen Chen, who was a head taller than himself, pulled his upper body down, and placed it on his cheek kissed loudly:
"awesome."
Wen Chen's gaze was slightly shifted, and his lips were also tightly pursed, exposing the hot and red ear tips in his black hair.
Mo Yi walked to the side of the half-rolled carpet that he had just rolled up with some excitement, and then continued his previous work and rolled the entire length of the carpet that covered the room into a corner, and then took out a long white bath towel from the bathroom, Wipe off the lint that covers the ground.
With the disappearance of that layer of gray floating dust, the fuzzy patterns hidden under it on the ground are slowly revealed—
It was a huge circle of dull color, almost filling the floor of the room.
Mo Yi squatted down and looked carefully at the pattern inside the circle. At this moment, he seemed to find something strange, and couldn't help frowning slightly. He slowly stretched out to the outer edge of the circle on the floor, His fingers were stuck on the shallow uneven surface, and there were still fine fluff and dust left on it, leaving a clear mark on the ground as Mo Yi's fingers slid across.
The outline of the circle on the ground is slightly raised, and the thick and thin lines of the fingers look carefully... It seems to be a simple and abstract snake head with its mouth open.
Mo Yi stood up, took a few steps back, and looked at the circle on the floor from a distance—
Now he could see that the circle in front of him was actually a snake with its head and tail in its mouth. Its slender body formed a huge circle on the dark wooden floor, with its tail dangling in its wide open mouth.
At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to suddenly remember something.
He froze for a moment, then reached into his pocket and fumbled. His fingertips touched something hard and smooth, which fell down cold and heavy—Mo Yi took it out of his pocket, and spread his palm Look at it.
It was the ring he had picked up in the secret room in that side hall.
A bright red ruby like pigeon blood is adorned on a pure gold ring, surrounded by a circle of broken bricks that are as fine as stars, shining a luxurious and gorgeous luster under the light in the room. Mo Yi's fingers moved slightly, and the ring was on his The palm of his hand tilted to the side following his movements, revealing its pure gold ring—biting together tightly like a ouroboros. The simple snake head opened its mouth wide, and held its tail in its mouth, touching the ground. The totems on it are almost identical.
Mo Yi stared thoughtfully at the heavily shining ring between his fingers, and gently stroked the notch on the snake's head with his fingertips, then looked up at the other patterns of circles on the floor—only the huge circle The center is occupied by meaningless patterns and lines, just like the patterns on the oil paintings in the room, the colors of different shades are twisted and twisted around each other, and they are tightly twisted together surrounded by the body of the snake, which looks like a slow The swirling vortex.
When Mo Yi was deep in thought, Wen Chen's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "The time is almost up."
Mo Yi was stunned, and looked down at the watch on his hand: before he knew it, it was almost half past five in the afternoon.
It seemed that he was so engrossed in sweeping the room for clues that he didn't even notice the passage of time. But... This also means that lunch at noon today was not delivered in time.
"Thank you..." He smiled at Wen Chen absent-mindedly, then seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked, "By the way... can you restore the room to its original state?"
Wen Chen nodded, and handed him the dress that was delivered this morning and was put on the bed by Mo Yi.
Mo Yi took the dress and walked to the bathroom, and changed the simple black dress on his body. Since the style of this dress was much simpler than the last one, it didn't take him long.
Just as he was buttoning the last button on his neck, through the closed door of the bathroom, Mo Yi heard a soft knock on the door—
Boom boom boom.
Mo Yi hastily fastened the bow tie, opened the door of the bathroom, and subconsciously turned his head to look at his room, only to see that the room had been completely restored to its original state, and it was completely unimaginable that the carpet in the room was completely lifted a few minutes ago , the furniture is piled up randomly, and there is another part of the furniture suspended in mid-air. The previous chaos and disorder had turned into order and cleanliness, almost the same as when Mo Yi moved in.
He withdrew his gaze, walked quickly to the door, and opened the door—the butler was standing quietly at the door and looking at him, his face seemed paler than before, and those dark, empty eyes seemed to be darkened. The darkness is generally without light, staring at him in the dim light, the whole body is only black and white, the collar and cuffs of the pale shirt form a strong color contrast with the black uniform, as if there is no other color exist.
He said slowly, "The wedding is about to begin. Dear guest, please come with me."
After finishing speaking, the housekeeper bowed to him, then turned and walked back.
After he turned around, Mo Yi realized that the corridor that should have been extending horizontally in front of him turned into a vertical one.
The door of Mo Yi's room became the origin of the corridor, and the entire dark corridor started from his room and extended forward, as if other rooms and floors had disappeared, and there was only a corridor stretching forward in front of him , leading silently to the unknown darkness ahead, and the butler's thin and dark figure was waiting for him not far away like a shadow under the dim light.
Mo Yi reached out and touched his pocket—the invitation made a unique paper rustling sound in his pocket, he settled down, and then turned his head to look at his side.
I saw that Wen Chen had already changed into the same pitch-black dress at some point, walked out of the room slowly, stood beside him, and stared deeply at him with light-colored eyes.
Mo Yi exhaled slowly and nodded at him:
"Let's go."