"Squeak—"
The ear-piercing scratching sound resounded in the quiet and dark room, like sharp nails scratching forcefully across a smooth mirror surface, making the teeth sore, the sudden monotonous and high-pitched tremors trembled one's eardrums, scratched one's nerves, and made people feel sick. People can't help but want to plug their ears to block the entry of this almost tortured sound.
With the ear-piercing scratching sound, distorted writing gradually appeared on the smooth mirror surface.
The fuzzy white shadow in the mirror is like a wisp of smoke not far behind
It was as if an invisible blade had slashed across the mirror, leaving a deep white mark on it—
Mo Yi watched with bated breath, moving his eyes with the struggling letters that gradually appeared on it, and silently recited them in his heart.
S—I—S—
Just before the last S was written, a gloomy voice seemed to come from the depths of the darkness, and pierced the deathly silence of the room like a thunderclap:
"Who is there?"
Before the voice fell, there was only a "click" sound not far away.
Mo Yi couldn't help being startled, a trace of ominous premonition quickly passed from the bottom of his heart.
In the next second, thin cracks spread rapidly on the smooth mirror surface, centering on the blurred white shadow behind him, spreading violently outwards, like spider webs covering the light shaken by the flashlight The illuminated mirror quickly blurs the original clear image into an abstract painting-like distortion and chaos.
The crooked English letters were quickly destroyed by the cracked mirror surface, as if the surface of a lake had been scattered by throwing stones into it.
Mo Yi quickly turned his head to look at the place where the white shadow stood behind him—
empty.
Nothing at all.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the thin figure at the door. The pale face and the cave-like eye sockets quickly evoke Mo Yi's memory... Butler!
Before he could do anything next, he heard a clear cracking sound not far in front of him. The cracked mirror framed in the dark picture frame suddenly shattered, and the transparent glass shards Swirling and splashing everywhere under the light of the shaking flashlight, cold white lights were refracted in thousands of tiny fragments, and quickly melted into the deep and dense darkness.
Mo Yi subconsciously bowed his body and raised his hand to cover his face, but even so, he still felt a small and sharp tingling sensation quickly across the back of his hand and cheek, and huge glass shards were printed in his retina The appearance of flying at a speed that is difficult to capture, gradually zooms in and zooms out in the field of vision.
His arm was suddenly grabbed by a strong force, and Mo Yi's whole body fell in the direction of the force, and his eyes darkened instantly, as if all the light and shadow disappeared in the familiar clear breath, and he felt Wen Chen's grip on him. The arms on the back of the shoulders tightened and hugged them back.
There was a clear sound of footsteps, which seemed to be the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground.
Mo Yi couldn't help but slightly froze, and slightly adjusted his head in Wen Chen's arms, so that his sight could just see the open space beside him. I saw the butler's pale and mask-like face slowly approaching, and the sound of even steps resounded in the dark and empty room.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing rate, and heard the sound of the cloth rubbing against Wen Chen's chest.
This time it should be similar to the scene in the corridor last time, Mo Yi is not very worried that the butler will see him.
What surprised him was another thing—there was no obvious obstacle between the picture frame and the door. The first time he was blocked by the housekeeper in the side hall, Mo Yi did not doubt his night vision ability. In addition, I didn't turn off the flashlight immediately when the housekeeper came in. It was obviously a very conspicuous target in the dark room. However, the housekeeper asked "who is there" at the door just now, which shows that although the housekeeper knew the room There was someone in the frame, but they didn't see who was standing in front of the frame.
... This is very strange.
Could it be that Wen Chen used some method just now
Then why use the earliest embrace trick to block the butler's search after this method has worked
Mo Yi frowned in confusion, and pursed his lips subconsciously.
Footsteps passed behind Mo Yi, walking towards the wall where the portrait hung.
Mo Yi suddenly remembered—the mirror was broken! So now inside the frame...
His heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head slowly, his eyes slowly turned to the corners of his eyes as he moved, and he could hear the gurgling sound of his spine rubbing and turning, which seemed exceptionally strange in a dark and silent room. clear.
The butler's thin and dark silhouette-like figure appeared at the edge of his vision. The blurred outline almost merged with the darkness around him. He stood in front of the picture frame, as if he was looking up at the picture swallowed by the darkness. His figure almost completely blocked Mo Yi's sight, and he couldn't see anything in the pitch black.
Mo Yi subconsciously tightened his fingers, and his heart beat faster and faster.
,
Suddenly, at this moment, the butler's figure suddenly became shorter, revealing the portrait in front of him, and in the thick frame wrapped with gold wire, the rough canvas appeared blurry and blurry in the darkness. Dim, the dried paint cracked and faded, leaving deep shadows on the canvas, the woman with a blurred face stood quietly in the picture frame in a long dress with no color, watching the painting with dull eyes people outside the box.
Everything was back to how it was before, as if nothing had happened.
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and his eyes swept over the ground around him - there was nothing, there were no fragments of glass or mirror residue, the ground was clean, except for the one that seemed to have been there for a century. The long-lasting floating dust stayed quietly in the darkness.
It was as if everything just now was just his fantasy.
The next second, the housekeeper straightened up, only hearing the sound of cloth breaking through the air, and the blurry portrait on the portrait was completely covered by the pale sheet.
It turned out that he was bending over to pick up the cloth on the ground just now.
The butler slowly turned his expressionless face, carefully surveyed the entire dark and silent hall, and then walked towards the door of the side hall with his steady and even steps.
Not far away, the creaking of the door shaft opening and the subtle collision sound of gently closing the door could be heard.
The side hall was once again shrouded in darkness and silence.
Mo Yi breathed out silently, then took a few steps back, and withdrew from Wen Chen's arms, and said softly:
"Thank you very much."
Wen Chen smiled silently, raised his fingers and gently brushed his cheeks with the cold fingertips, a bit of cold touch rubbed against his slightly hot cheeks due to nervousness, the vivid touch seemed to be Awaken Mo Yi's memory.
He seemed to remember something, and raised his hand to touch his face vigorously.
It doesn't hurt.
The sharp sympathy that the shards of glass brushed against his cheeks disappeared without a trace like the mirror itself, and the touch on his face was smooth and even, without any trace of injury.
Mo Yi raised the other clenched hand, the knuckles were pale from excessive force, and he slowly spread out the fingers that were so stiff that they were almost numb.
Following his movements, streams of bright red blood slipped from between his fingers, dripping into the darkness, and Mo Yi continued his movements as if he could not feel the pain, stiff Finally, the five fingers were fully opened, and half of a sharp, blood-stained broken lens lay in the palm intertwined with pale and bright red. The sharp edge was deeply embedded in the rolled-up flesh, and the blood flowed down the cut lines. flowing.
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief slowly, the shoulders that had been tense just now finally relaxed.
When the piece of glass shards hit him just now, he quickly caught it in mid-air with his eyes and hands, and then held it tightly in his palm, barely feeling the pain because of excessive force.
——Great, thankfully this shard was held by him, otherwise it would have disappeared without a trace like the other scattered glass shards.
The palm that was half open in the air was gently held by Wen Chen.
Mo Yi looked up at him, and was surprised to see that his brows were tightly furrowed, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips unconsciously turned downwards. His originally stern and profound facial features seemed to be tightened even more, and his light gray pupils seemed to be forcibly suppressing his anger.
Wen Chen didn't say anything, but carefully picked out the fragment of the mirror from the wound in his palm.
Mo Yi, who was in a trance, inadvertently took a breath, and then saw that the expression on Wen Chen's face seemed to be more depressed, and the poor face with little emotion became solemn like a sculpture.
Mo Yi raised his other free hand and gently nodded Wen Chen's brow, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I don't hurt."
Wen Chen didn't speak, but picked out the shards of glass more gently, and then raised his eyes to look at him:
"...I don't like it when you get hurt."
His pale gray eyes were filled with a little fragility and anger.
Wen Chen lowered his head and gently kissed Mo Yi's pale, blood-stained fingertips. The cold lips touched the cold fingers. For a moment, he couldn't tell the difference between you and me. He murmured in a low voice: "I just … mad at myself…”
His voice dropped after that, even Mo Yi couldn't hear him clearly at such a close distance.
Mo Yi's fingertips moved slightly, his dark eyebrows drooped, he stared at Wen Chen, and asked abruptly, "Is there any sugar?"
Wen Chen was stunned for a moment, looked at him with some puzzlement, and then moved his fingertips slightly, and a round candy was stuffed into the palm of Mo Yi's side by the sudden mist.
He spread out his palm, and saw that beautiful orange candy glowing bright and dreamy in the dim light. With only one hand, Mo Yi rejected Wen Chen's helping hand, and then with some difficulty unwrapped the candy. The paper was torn, and the fingertips twirled deftly, peeling the sugar ball out completely.
Mo Yi raised his eyes to look at Wen Chen, raised his hand to put the candy on his lips without changing his expression, and then with a force, the round sugar ball knocked against Wen Chen's hard teeth, rubbed the soft tip of his tongue and rolled into it. in his mouth.
With candy in his mouth, Wen Chen stared at Mo Yi with a dazed expression for a moment.
Mo Yi asked, "Is it sweet?"
Wen Chen's stern demeanor was completely destroyed by a funny bulge on his cheek, he looked back at him blankly, and nodded hesitantly.
Mo Yi stared at Wen Chen, then said solemnly:
"Then don't think about those that are there, and peel one off for me."