Mo Yi lay on the bed and couldn't sleep all the time. His fingers unconsciously caressed the cold ring under the thick and soft velvet quilt. The ruby was perfectly cut with hard edges and corners. In the dark, the serpentine-shaped pattern looks chaotic and quite confusing.
He felt that his guess was right, and became more convinced as time went on.
His fingers slowly turned around the edge of the ring, and he could almost picture the scuff marks on the inside of the ring and the vague initials in his mind.
Mo Yi recalled his thoughts when he was in the corridor during the day—
He slowly pushed the ring up along the edge of his ring finger, the cold and hard metal surrounded the skin of his finger, and as he moved loosely around the root of the finger, Mo Yi gently turned the ring —It doesn't fit very well, there is still a little space between the ring and the fingers, which is a little too big for him.
Mo Yi quietly stared at the ceiling in the darkness, waiting.
But nothing happened.
He let out a sigh of relief slowly, not knowing whether it was disappointment or what it was like.
Mo Yi shook his head with some self-deprecation, and when he was about to reach out to take the ring off his finger, he heard a soft murmur from outside the door, as light as a gust of wind could blow it away. It slid in through the crack of the door like a strand of silk thread, pierced through the darkness surrounding me, and slowly reached my ears.
His nerves tensed instantly, and he couldn't help but stop what he was doing.
Mo Yi lowered his voice and softly called the names of the people around him: "... Wen Chen."
But there was no answer in the darkness.
He became alert, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and reached out to the bed beside him, but found nothing.
The bed next to him was cold and empty, and there was no trace of being pressed on the flat sheet, as if no one had ever lay on it.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, the whisper lurking in the darkness seemed to become a little clearer, but he still couldn't hear what he was talking about, it seemed to be attracting people's curiosity and full attention To distinguish general.
He silently lifted the quilt covering himself, and slid down the bed without a sound, stepping on the warm, fluffy carpet with his bare feet, without making a single sound.
Mo Yi held his breath, slowly took steps in the darkness, and walked cautiously in the direction of the sound.
In front of him was a darkness without light, wrapping around him like a curtain. The darkness seemed to be clogged with countless dense cotton wool, making everything in front of him chaotic. He felt the darkness and walked forward. A faint light appeared not far away—
A thin light came in through the crack of the door, printing a thin yellow light on the carpet.
Mo Yi silently pressed his palm on the doorknob, and then pressed down gently and hard. The sound of thin metal friction sounded in the darkness, but he could only hear the murmur of his own heartbeat and breathing. Adrenaline was sent to the whole body through the blood vessels along with the rushing blood, making all the muscles in his body tense up subconsciously.
The door was gently opened a small gap.
He slowly approached the door, a thin warm light hit Mo Yi's face, his eyes narrowed slightly following the sudden light, and he looked out of the door with concentration.
To Mo Yi's surprise, the corridor outside the door was not the corridor he had imagined. Instead, there was a cramped room full of countless messy items. The whispering voice seemed to become clearer, and Mo Yi could recognize it. With a voice that seemed to be that of a man, he sent the indistinct words to his ears through the crack of the door.
An almost unbelievable guess suddenly surged in his heart.
Mo Yi's breathing became uncontrollably slightly rapid, but he suppressed it forcibly with his astonishing willpower. He slowly widened the gap in the door in front of him a little bit, and then silently turned his body to let the door open. The light shone through the crack of the door into the room behind him.
He turned to look behind him.
The cotton-like crowded darkness was slightly illuminated by the faint light. Mo Yi squinted his eyes, and carefully distinguished the blurred scenes and outlines in the darkness through the light—the thick gauze curtain softened the outline of the bed, and the corner of the room The closet, the dressing table not far from him, and the closed door on the other side of the room in the depths of the darkness, all of them came together to awaken the not-so-distant memories in Mo Yi's mind.
His heart couldn't help shaking, he knew where he was... This is the secret room hidden under the blanket in the depths of the side hall—this room Mo Yi followed the white shadow in the side hall during the first week, but in the In the second week, when the same door was opened again, there was indeed a utility room inside.
And it was in this room that Mo Yi got the ruby ring. He thoughtfully turned the loose ring on the base of his finger, his eyes sank slightly. He still remembered that there were two people in this room. There are two identical doors, and I entered this room from the opposite door, so... the door with light coming from it should be the one that was not opened at that time.
Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, turned his head to see the door that was opened by himself -
The soft voice seemed to gradually become clearer with the passage of time. From a limited perspective, it seemed that someone could be seen projected onto the ground by the light in the corner, and the long and thin shadow was not far in front of my eyes. The ground was shaking, but no matter how Mo Yi moved his angle, he couldn't see the real body of the shadow clearly.
Intermittent sentences slowly came to his ears, and he muttered softly in a foreign accent. Mo Yi carefully distinguished for a long time, and finally heard some words and incomplete sentences clearly—he was slightly taken aback, and finally in his mind Right on the number.
The "person" in the room is gently reading Bordwell's Flowers of Evil in French.
The tone was inexplicably familiar to Mo Yi.
Just as he was thinking about where he had heard this voice before, the whispers in the room suddenly stopped, and the air that suddenly became quiet seemed to freeze instantly, bringing Mo Yi back to his senses, and his heartstrings could not help but slightly tense got up, slowed his breath—
"Bang Dang!!!"
The loud noise finally sounded in the room, which made Mo Yi tremble all over. He saw a beautiful porcelain vase shattered on the ground that could be seen through the thin crack of the door in front of him, and there were fresh roses with water droplets lying on it. Among the broken pieces of porcelain and the messy water stains, it seemed that they were swept to the ground by something.
A hand came in from outside the blind spot.
That hand was really too thin, only the pale, bloodless skin loosely wrapped around the thin bones. Scary veins and blood vessels protruded from the skinny back of the hand, as skinny as a skeleton. The hand squeezed slowly He picked up the rose lying on the ground, and took it out of the range of what Mo Yi could see.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi heard the sound of light footsteps walking towards the distance, and then the sound of the door opening and closing.
Afterwards, the room became silent.
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief silently, his fingers on the doorknob were slightly loose, and he felt a layer of fine sweat beads in his palm, which brought a slightly slippery touch. He hadn't moved for too long and became sore and numb. He moved his numb feet a little, then boldly opened the door in front of him, and looked into the room tentatively.
There was no one in the room, only high piles of sundries and old paper cast deep shadows in the dim yellowish light, and the room was filled with a strong smell of dust and a pungent smell of paint.
Mo Yi slowly walked a few steps towards the door, and his sight was suddenly caught tightly by something in the center of the room, making him unable to move for a moment, as if the blood all over his body was staying here, and all his attention was blocked. Locked deep on it—
It was an unfinished oil painting.
Between a pile of messy and dry paint palettes, the slightly yellowed canvas under the light can delicately see the extended texture of the fabric. The upper body of a woman is painted on the canvas, with messy lines and rough colors on the canvas The piles are crowded, outlining the woman's side face, the whole face has not been fully outlined, only a pair of passionate black eyes are surrounded by fluffy eyelashes, silently staring out of the canvas.
Although it was not completed, Mo Yi still recognized that it was the portrait of the woman hanging in the side hall.
And a rose with drops of water is lying on the small table next to the canvas with paints. The delicate petals are rich red, with a matte and delicate luster like cloth under the light.
He took a few steps forward slowly in a daze, and slowly reached out his hand to touch—
The next second, footsteps came from not far away, approaching slowly, and the sound of the door latch opening instantly cut through the silence in the room, waking Mo Yi out of his contemplation, his heart skipped a beat, and then Turning around, he was ready to walk in the direction he came from, but when he turned around, he tripped over the debris piled up under his feet, and couldn't maintain his balance and fell to his side.
Mo Yi took a sharp breath, the feeling of weightlessness made his heart beat soar instantly.
"… What's wrong?"
A familiar voice rang in his ears, Mo Yi turned his head suddenly, but saw Wen Chen frowning at him, staring at him deeply with light gray eyes, he seemed to be saying something, but Mo Yi Yi didn't seem to hear anything, but while panting violently, he turned his head and looked around him in a daze, as if he didn't know where he was.
Whether it is the gorgeous Baroque decoration or the neatly arranged furniture in the room, it is familiar and confusing.
All the evidence seems to clearly show that Mo Yi is lying on the bed in his own room at this moment, not in the secret room hidden behind the blanket. He feels his back is soaked in sweat, and the cloth is tightly stuck to his back. The velvet quilt was piled messily around him, and the warm heat hit him from above.
Mo Yi struggled to get up, then looked down at his palms on the quilt in a daze.
He saw that the ruby ring was loosely wrapped around the root of his pale ring finger.