The gloomy and low tune echoed in people's ears, and the same syllable was struck out repeatedly. The players turned pale and were forced to dance to the music. Their movements were stiff and jerky, even if they stepped on their partners in a panic The toes are also unaware.
No one expected the appearance of this song, it was like an ominous alarm bell ringing in the ears of the players, ruthlessly and cruelly piercing their thin and naive delusion, as if the black and dark malice fell into the abyss of everyone's heart sink in.
All eyes are on the man dancing alone in the middle of the dance floor
The pale man in front of him wore a blood-red rose in front of his night-black suit, his stiff arms half-bent, vainly embracing the air in his arms, dancing on the spacious dance floor at a slow pace, black and white The soles of the soles make a clear and monotonous sound on the ground, the feet, ankles, knees, wrists, arms, and the tense muscles smoothly pull the continuous movements of the body, forward, backward, rotation, and feet together, on the dance floor. Dancing intoxicated in the center—
As if immersed in his own world, he moves along with the music like no one else, which is weird and tense.
The players around them all fell into a deathly silence. In the silence, they mechanically followed the gloomy tune, as if some invisible hand had strangled their thoughts and throats, making their muscles tense. His face was stiff.
The music in my ears seemed to be soothing, and the original gloomy and sad tune seemed to be injected with some tender shadows, softening the harsh edges and corners between the notes and the rainy coldness.
Mo Yi noticed the change in the tune, and looked over Wen Chen's shoulder at the solo dancer calmly.
I saw that the man's half-bent arms were slightly drawn inward, his pale face was slightly lowered, as if he was staring at the invisible partner in his arms, his empty and dark eyes seemed to be filled with tenderness, as if he was staring at the love of his life or He is the most precious treasure in the world. His footsteps slow down with the music.
The music in the ear seems to gradually become more intense, the repetitive tune seems to be speeded up in an instant, the dull bass is compressed into a suffocating moan, and the high-pitched treble is compressed into a monotonous scream, as if the warmth has been lifted The goal is the cruel truth, and the pain and mourning of witnessing his true face are compressed and condensed into every note. The dark and deep despair seems to be deep in the bone wound, and thick and foul-smelling pus and blood flow out.
The man's pace became quicker, and the rose on his chest swayed as if driven by the owner's sudden change of movement, swaying in the wind like a burning flame, and the dazzlingly bright red petals fluttered from the fragile flower stem overwhelmed Down-
Staggering in mid-air, it slowly floated down to the scarlet ground.
Mo Yi's gaze followed the rose petal, staring at it slowly falling to the ground in a daze, as if a drop of coagulated blood had finally merged into the boundless pool of blood.
Suddenly, a scream seemed to be heard in his ears, piercing through the thick white mist and entering his mind, as if it was a beat slower, provoking his dull nerves and senses—Mo Yi was delayed for several seconds before responding Come here, it turns out that the screaming in my ear is real.
The piercing, painful, shrill screams cut through the air like a sharp blade, and then mixed into the rapid music, gradually rising with the gloomy tone, as if the approaching danger makes the desperate people retreat to the cliff edge.
Mo Yi turned around following the voice, and found that the dance floor behind him had become a mess.
Viscous and thick blood spread out on the ground, slowly flowing and spreading, the thick rust smell spread in the air, the pale and stiff face was stained with glaring blood, and the fingers, which were as pale as the face, sank deeply into the mouth without hindrance. In the greasy wound, gradually deepening and deepening, large streams of blood gushed out along the torn fingers, screams of panic and pain mixed with praying and struggling murmurs, under the dubbing of the music gradually crazy.
Those marble statues mixed into the players clutched their dance partners expressionlessly, completely ignoring the other party's useless struggle, and indifferently tore the other party's soft human body with their stone fingers, and the broken internal organs With the ripped belly gurgling and falling to the ground, with the body struggling desperately in great pain, it was pulled out forcefully—
Bright red blood splashed messily on the faces of the shocked players nearby. The salty and warm liquid slid down the delicate and cold faces of marble and the warm and terrified faces of humans at the same time. The red hall spread, and the entire hall seemed to be soaked in rich blood.
Mo Yi's face was slightly condensed, and he suddenly said sharply: "Don't stop."
His voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the chaotic enclosed space, waking up the surrounding players who were stunned by the unexpected scene in front of them. His pace slowed down unknowingly, and it seemed that he was about to stop—
And to stop means death.
They bite the bullet and continue to dance, the shock and fear on their faces have yet to subside. The sticky blood and internal organs under their feet are smashed and kicked away by the chaotic steps of the players, but no one dares to stop.
The breathing of those players who were attacked by the marble statues gradually weakened, their lax eyes stared at the distance painfully and ferociously, the crying and screams gradually quieted down, and finally were covered by the gloomy and low-pitched music.
The blood gushes out from the limbs without stopping, and the pale marble statue kneels beside the mutilated corpse, inserting its hard fingers into the player's still warm body over and over again, as if wringing out the wet body. Every trace of moisture in the towel squeezed the blood out of the mutilated body, leaving only the corpse as pale as a stone statue due to excessive blood loss, hanging cold and lifeless in the pool of blood.
Stiff players stepped on pools of blood and severed limbs, dancing intermittently around the pale limbs piled up on the dance floor, with the sound of music that seemed to never stop in their ears.
The person who was devastated by the cruel scene and the terrifying pressure in front of him couldn't help crying in a low voice, and the weeping as thin as gossamer was mixed into the music, as if he was being wrapped in a river flowing in the darkness, ruthlessly crushing the normal people over and over again. Human nerves and reason.
Everyone's face is covered with a pale mask of despair, fear and horror, but they can't stop walking like a puppet being manipulated, dancing stiffly with a bloody dance.
Mo Yi turned to look at the man dancing alone.
I saw his half-bent arms slowly surrounding him, embracing the invisible dance partner in his arms like cherishing, and the other hand slowly climbing up along the curve of the air in his arms, and then stopped in the air.
There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and on the ground were the internal organs and body fragments crushed into pulp by everyone's footsteps.
The roots of his fingers tightened, and his knuckles turned terribly pale due to the force, as if he wanted to exert fatal force on the imaginary figure in his hands. His face seemed to be torn apart by two extreme emotions, but his feet The dancing steps showed no sign of stopping, still moving on the melancholy notes—
one two three four.
It's like a grand show.
He is performing a silent murder.
The rose petals under his feet were crushed, and the bright red juice flowed out, slowly mixing with the scarlet blood.