Wen Chen stared at Mo Yi in a daze, his light-colored pupils showed a dark and hazy gray under the dim light, the corners of his thin lips were gently pursed, and the suppressed anger in the depths of his eyes Feelings of frustration and frustration subside unknowingly, like the sky after a storm, or the delicate sandy beach with shallow lines after the tide recedes.
He hooked his lips restrainedly, with a slight smile across his face, and said in a deep voice:
"… it is good."
Mo Yi vaguely saw a light mist gathering quickly in the darkness, and a soft touch brushed against his lips, as if something hard wrapped in it touched the teeth through the differentiated lips, sending out There was a soft "da", and the sweet and fragrant strawberry smell spread in the nose.
In the dim light of the side hall, Wen Chen leaned forward, put his lips together, and sent the round strawberry candy ball into Mo Yi's mouth with the cold tip of his tongue. The sweet taste of candy burst out quickly on the tip of his tongue. The slightly sour orange flavor and the sweet strawberry flavor are mixed and spread in the mouth, and the rich sweetness that makes people curl their fingertips slides from the base of the tongue to the throat.
The two separated quickly, and Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughtfully licked the candy ball with light orange on his cheek, and said meaningfully:
"It's quite sweet."
Wen Chen's ears began to burn uncontrollably, and he stared deeply at Mo Yi's eyes with his fiery eyes, and his voice was hoarse and depressing:
"you-"
Mo Yi restrained the soft color on his face, and replied solemnly:
"I'm talking about sugar, of course."
"...that's it."
Wen Chen was not disappointed at all, the curvature of the corners of his lips became more and more obvious, he quickly moved forward and licked Mo Yi's warm lips, his slightly hoarse voice was low and gentle: "—Then what I said It's just you."
Mo Yi restrained himself with a low cough, restrained the smile on his lips, and then tried to bring the topic back:
"Okay, we haven't finished searching this side hall yet."
As he said that, he wanted to pull his palm away from Wen Chen's hand, but was held back by Wen Chen:
"and many more."
I saw that Wen Chen took out the alcohol and bandages for treating the wound from the backpack that Mo Yi carried with him, briefly treated the palm that he had removed the glass shards, then wrapped it up carefully, and finally wrapped his thumb around it. Tie a delicate bowknot on the back of his hand. After carefully looking at his masterpiece, he finally nodded reluctantly and said:
"it's OK now."
Mo Yi moved his sore wrist a little, felt that the bandage did not affect the flexibility of his palm, and said with a smile, "Thank you very much."
After finishing speaking, he raised his head subconsciously, and took a deep look at the oil painting on the wall beside him that had been covered with snow-white cloth. His dark eyebrows and eyes sank slowly. Covered by dark clouds, a pair of thick black eyes are like an abyss, staring thoughtfully at the white cloth covering the oil painting.
He still remembered the words written on it before. If the housekeeper hadn't come over to interrupt the process just now, Mo Yi would have known what the painting was trying to tell him, but now he only knows the incomplete part of the word—SIS.
What exactly does this mean? What will be the full content
Mo Yi's brows were slowly frowned, and a deep mark was carved between his brows. He took a deep breath, gathered his slightly messy thoughts, then turned his gaze to Wen Chen, and said:
"Let's go, let's go to the secret room before."
After finishing speaking, the two walked towards the depths of the side hall. The furniture covered with pale cloth, large and small, undulated in the darkness, and the vague outlines divided the room into several parts, unfolding in Mo Yi's mind like a maze. In front of him, according to his last memory, he was groping among these pale furniture, and the flashlight in his hand swayed across the dark and narrow road in front of him, illuminating the coffin-like furniture of different sizes.
After passing through layer after layer of obstacles, Mo Yi finally came to the location where he found the dark room last time.
He took a few steps forward and deftly lifted up the fine-textured blanket hanging on the wall.
The raised dust fluttered up and down in front of his eyes, fluttering like disturbed mosquitoes under the light of the flashlight. Mo Yi raised his hand to point the light of the flashlight in his hand under the blanket, but his movements couldn't help shaking slightly. pause.
What appeared in front of my eyes last time was a secret door that almost blended with the texture of the wall. It was almost impossible to see the gap without looking carefully. It seemed that it was built out of fear of being found, but this time... It's completely different from before.
I saw a dark gray door abruptly inlaid on the pearly oyster wall, the lines on it intertwined and undulating into simple and simple patterns, casting thin shadow lines under the light of the flashlight. Although the texture is almost the same as that of the wall, the distinct color difference and completely different textures tell the viewer very naturally and unabashedly that there is a door here.
strangeness…
Mo Yi frowned suspiciously. He took a step forward and tentatively pushed the door in front of him.
not locked.
The door panel slid soundlessly into the darkness, this time it was not stuck in the middle, but opened very directly.
Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Wen Chen, and then the two walked slowly towards the door. The light inside was very dim, as if all the light had been swallowed by the darkness, and the strong smell of dust and decay came to the face. Come, Mo Yi almost choked.
He wrinkled his nose, pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, and shone the flashlight into the room—
Behind the door is not the same deep corridor as last time, but a very narrow space, and under the moving light of the flashlight, the whole picture is quickly and completely displayed.
This appears to be a utility room.
Mo Yi stood on the spot and turned around slowly. The circular light beam of the flashlight moved in the room with his movements. I saw that the utility room was full of dusty things. Broken furniture and obsolete utensils, they were covered with a layer of gray in the dark, lifeless in the corner of the room quietly exuding the antiquated atmosphere of the past.
The corridors and rooms he saw after he opened the door last time seemed to be an illusion, replaced like a cloud of smoke by the gray and dirty utility room in front of him.
Mo Yi pursed the corners of his lips slightly, the light spots in his hands were reflected in his deep black eyes, and the notches between his brows became deeper and deeper.