Mo Yi's gaze fell on the piano constructed of mist. The gray-white surface was chaotically flowing slowly under the light of the flashlight. It was one size smaller than the real thing, and it looked quite small and delicate. He tried to Reluctantly reached out and slid a little on the piano cover, the surface under the fingertips was smooth and hard, with ice-cold toughness.
He lifted the lid of the piano, and simply tapped a few notes with his fingers on the keys made of deep dark gray and light off-white, which sounded in the dark and empty room.
The sound is very accurate.
But the timbre is slightly different from that of ordinary pianos. Its sound quality is clearer and colder, like the collision and percussion brought by spring water breaking through the thick ice.
Mo Yi withdrew his hand and took a step forward. The piano formed by the condensed mist dissipated like a disturbed image on the water surface into strands of soft gray-white smoke, which was dispersed by Mo Yi's forward figure. It slowly floated backward along his waist, and quickly melted into the soundless and formless darkness.
He stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Chen's chin, and leaned close to peck his lips lightly, with a smile in his voice:
"Good job."
Before Mo Yi pulled away to leave, Wen Chen raised his hand to clasp the back of his head, and his slender fingers sank into the soft hair, deepening this lip-to-lip touch into a warm kiss and entanglement.
Mo Yi subconsciously raised his hand to hold Wen Chen's waist, and he could feel his smooth and flexible waistline through the fabric, and the power contained in it was pulled and vividly transmitted to his fingertips with his movements.
The two separated quickly, and Mo Yi smiled helplessly: "Satisfied?"
Wen Chen raised his hand to smooth Mo Yi's messy and wrinkled collar, then leaned forward and licked his lower lip, with a slight smile in his low voice: "Satisfied."
They carefully closed the door of the dining room again, and then walked toward the hall along the same road.
There was no one in the hall, only the huge and bright chandelier above the head illuminated the gorgeous wall decorations in the room, and the thick carpet on the floor completely absorbed all the sounds, and the dead silence enveloped the empty room.
Mo Yi turned his head and nodded at Wen Chen. Wen Chen understood, raised his fingers slightly, and a thin mist gathered in the air, and then quickly gathered together to finely assemble the skeleton and structure of the piano. The off-white piano soon appeared in front of Mo Yi's eyes. In addition, Wen Chen also carefully covered the periphery of the hall with a thin layer of mist to prevent the sound of the piano from attracting other players.
Mo Yi lifted the piano cover, and put his slender five fingers on the keys of different colors.
— I don't know if this will help.
He slowly took a deep breath, forced to suppress the anxiety in his heart, and then started playing according to the tune he remembered.
The gloomy melody flows in the empty hall, like a gloomy river flowing quietly in the darkness. The depressing and sad melody makes the listener feel involuntarily melancholy.
Just to be on the safe side, Mo Yi played it two or three times before stopping. When he pressed the last key, the piano formed by the fog condensed under the palm of his hand fell apart as if it had lost its bones and skin. Wisps of gray-white mist lingered reluctantly between Mo Yi's fingers for a while before dissipating slowly.
He held his breath slightly, and walked quickly towards the side of the hall, his heart tightening gradually as the distance shortened.
Mo Yi cast his eyes on the place cleverly hidden by several marble statues, and couldn't help but pause slightly—a deep corridor appeared at the place where there was a solid wall before, and the inside was deep and dark. The light was dim, leading straight into the darkness.
Just as in memory.
Mo Yi's heart was slightly relaxed, and he let out a breath slowly. He quickened his pace and walked inward along the deep corridor.
The door of the side hall was tightly closed, showing a vague outline under the dim light of the wall lamp, and the whole was shrouded in deep shadows. Mo Yi stepped forward and pushed the door open.
The familiar icy breath flowed out from the open gap of the door of the side hall, and the deadly temperature like a cold grotto slowly spread, brushing over the bare skin, causing a shiver.
Mo Yi turned on his flashlight and walked into the dark room.
There was no light at all in the vast and dead room, only the irregular outlines of the furniture covered by the pale cloth quietly undulating in the darkness, looking like a dry corpse whose time had been frozen forever.
Mo Yi walked straight into the depths of the room, stretched out his hand and tore off the white cloth covering the huge oil painting hanging on the wall—the vague and ancient portrait appeared in front of him again, the dried paint There is no longer any vitality on the body, and the red, white and black colors that were dyed before seem to have been completely washed away at this moment, as if time has completely turned back and restored the previous gloomy state.
And the blurry woman is staring at him quietly on the cracked and dim canvas.
Mo Yi took a step forward and observed closely... I saw that in the lower right corner of the oil painting was the familiar ring-shaped pattern, which was printed on the corner of the picture like a signature, divided into edges by the cracked paint on the canvas. A few uneven pieces are easy to ignore if you don't observe carefully.
He raised his finger, and gently stroked the slightly raised circular pattern. The age-old and slightly dry canvas vibrated gently under his touch, and a layer of light dust was lifted up. up, floating in the light of the flashlight.
Some rough touches brought slight pain to the fingertips, Mo Yi slowly tightened his brows, and stared at this pattern thoughtfully—he had seen the circular pattern on the oil painting a long time ago, but he didn't know it at that time. Knowing what this pattern represents, plus it has appeared in too many other places, whether it is on invitations or clothes, it is not surprising that it appears on this oil painting that is a key clue at first sight.
It didn't attract Mo Yi's attention before.
But now Mo Yi discovered some strange features that he hadn't noticed before...
He reached out his hand and took out the gorgeous ring from his pocket. The pigeon's blood red gemstone shone slightly fluorescent under the light. Mo Yi pinched the ring flatly on his fingertips, and then slowly approached the upper edge of the oil painting The outlines are vaguely oval in shape.
As the distance between the two shortened, that characteristic became more and more obvious.
The size of the ring is exactly the same as the ring on the oil painting, and even the outline deformation caused by the drying and cracking of the oil painting on the oil painting is aligned with the slightly protruding edge of the gemstone on the ring.
The light of the flashlight came down from behind, overlapping the shadow outlines of the two—
Fits perfectly.
Mo Yi attached the ring to the surface of the oil painting, and just when their outlines completely overlapped, suddenly, there was an unignorable vibration on the canvas, as if someone had slammed on the back of the oil painting .
The canvas slowly bulges forward.
Dust and dry paint particles fell down in a rustle, and the canvas made a tight sound almost like cloth being torn.
The degree of the canvas protruding forward is deeper, as if some strange monster is behind it rushing outward, trying to break free from the shackles of the canvas, and the protruding shape gradually becomes clear in the darkness—
Mo Yi took two steps back slowly, aiming the flashlight in his palm at the deformed part of the canvas.
It was a face.
A face with its mouth wide open, as if screaming silently, staring at him empty with eye sockets made of deeply sunken paint. The face with blurred lines and outlines props the canvas into a strange shape, and the canvas on the canvas The figures are distorted into almost illegible patterns.
It rushed forward desperately, the tearing sound of the cloth became clearer in the silent and dark room, the dust and paint particles fell more violently, and the heavy black picture frame entwined with gold wire struck the hard wall violently , There was an ear-piercing bang bang bang sound in the room.
Then, just as it was about to break through the canvas, everything seemed to be reset.
The canvas returned to being flat, and the original distorted pattern also returned to its previous appearance. The blurry portrait stared at Mo Yi quietly on the old and dry canvas.
Mo Yi tightly held the flashlight in his hand, feeling a fine layer of sweat in his palm, making the hard metal of the flashlight slightly slippery.
There was the sound of his own slightly rapid heartbeat next to his ears, other than that there was a deathly silence.
The dark side hall seemed like a lifeless sarcophagus, exuding a decayed and cold atmosphere.
At this moment, the surface of the oil painting in front of him suddenly began to spread like a spider's web of thin threads, and then quickly peeled off in front of Mo Yi's eyes, and fell to the ground with a rustle. At first, it was dry paint, Then there are large pieces of canvas, one after another, falling from the area framed by the black wooden frame, melting silently into the darkness.
Mo Yi held his breath, subconsciously tightened his cold fingers, and the flickering flashlight's spot was fixed in the frame—
The canvas in front of him finally peeled off completely.
A huge mirror was exposed inside the picture frame framed by dark wood.
In the mirror, Mo Yi saw his own face. He saw that his face was illuminated by the flashlight tightly held in his hand, and behind him was the boundless darkness and heavy shadows. In the deep darkness, was the Numerous irregular outlines covered by pale cloth were hidden in it, swallowing up every ray of light.
Mo Yi slowly rolled his eyes
—He also saw, not far behind him, standing a pale and vague figure.