Mo Yi was stunned—Master? what master
His chaotic thoughts were interrupted by the butler's words, but now Mo Yi calmed down. He took a deep look at the butler who was still bent over, and then turned his head to look at the coffin beside him which was half pushed away by him again.
Inside the deep black and heavy coffin was a bright red soft lining, without the slightest indentation on it.
Mo Yi stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed the inner lining of the coffin. The delicate touch from under his fingertips was slightly grainy. He felt his thoughts gradually calm down. An astonishing conjecture emerged—Mo Yi's movements paused slightly, his eyes widened involuntarily, his fingertips tightened uncontrollably, and the inner lining of the coffin was torn into tiny wrinkles.
He turned his head slowly, looked at the butler standing in front of him, and asked:
"You recognize me as the master, is it because of this?"
Mo Yi raised his left hand, and the bright ruby on the ring finger of his left hand shimmered in the light.
The butler straightened up, stared at Mo Yi closely with his dark eyes on his pale face, and replied:
"When you inherit the ring, you inherit the house and all the servants."
Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, felt his heart beating slightly faster, and said in a low and slow voice, "Since I am your master now, you must honestly answer all the questions I ask, including about your ex. Master's, isn't it?"
The butler's pale and stiff face looked the same as before, and he said quietly: "Of course."
His chest seemed to be stuffed with a heavy stone, and his throat was rolling slightly. Mo Yi finally asked the question he had been wanting to ask since just now: "Your former master, Mr. De Claude, what happened?" Ever married?"
The butler's answer did not pause at all: "No."
"So... Mrs. Claus, doesn't exist?"
"Yes."
Mo Yi only felt that there were countless chaotic and complicated emotions stuck in his heart, and only two clear words came to mind:
-really.
So the coffin that should have been lying Mrs. Claus was empty, so every wedding would stop just before it was about to take place,
She does not exist and never has.
But... who is the woman in the portrait, and that blurred white figure
Mo Yi frowned, and a vague thought flashed through his mind, but before he could continue to think along the vague clue, he heard a slight wet sound coming from behind him, as if something was coming writhing in the viscous liquid—
He turned his head abruptly, and saw that behind him in the cave made of paint, the scrawny man was struggling with countless dried and half-dried paints, a pale face facing the mid-air, with chaotic eyes In the middle, the previous nervous and paranoid expression slowly receded, revealing a dazed and empty expression.
Mr. Claus...is still alive.
Mo Yi stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand and tried to help him up, but Mr. Claus's gray eyes, which were turning blankly in mid-air, touched the sparkling ruby ring on his outstretched palm. At that time, his eyes were filled with fear, and his body, which was so thin that only a few bones remained, trembled violently. He stepped back frantically, as if he saw some terrible picture, and shouted in horror. road:
"...No, no! No!!! Take it away!! Take it away!!! The devil, the devil..."
Mo Yi was startled by him, and subconsciously withdrew his left hand behind his back.
After discovering that the shining red ring had disappeared from his sight, Mr. Claus finally calmed down slowly, his thin body no longer trembled, and his hazy eyes slowly became clear. He looked around the environment around him in a daze, and finally fixed his gaze on Mo Yi, his eyes flashed suddenly:
"… It's you."
His voice no longer had the madness and hysteria just now, but became clear and weak—Mo Yi recognized that it was the voice reciting verses that he heard in this copy, and the thin man in front of him seemed to have finally recovered With a little sanity, Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and asked slowly:
"you know me?"
Klaus raised his thin face, and his pupils became blurred again: "You are... the one chosen by it."
What he said was specious, but the implication in it made Mo Yi feel chills down his back.
He stretched out his hands to hold Klaus's shoulders, and felt that the shoulders under his palms seemed to be just bones wrapped in a thin layer of skin. His hands hurt, but Mo Yi didn't seem to feel it, his gaze was tight Staring at the other party's dim eyes, he asked sharply:
"Who is this 'it' you speak of?"
After hearing Mo Yi's question, Klaus suddenly giggled, almost out of breath, his thin chest heaving up and down violently, his voice was mixed with intermittent coughing and hoarse breath sounds, Ling almost made Mo Yi suspect that he was about to die, but at the same time, the suspicion in Mo Yi's heart became clearer and deeper with his laughter.
He slowly took out his left hand, which was behind his back, the crimson gem was like a drop of solidified blood.
Mo Yi felt that his voice was astringent, and a slightly hoarse sound was stuck in the throat:
"Is that it?"
Klaus's laughter seemed to be stuck in his throat, his pupils shrank slightly, his face was filled with obvious fear, the loose and drooping skin on his face trembled slowly twice, and then he looked at Mo Yi slowly, his face Grinning a twisted smile:
"Ha, sure enough... It is indeed the person it chose on its own initiative."
Mo Yi pursed his lips silently, watching the man in front of him who was between sobriety and madness, only to see him laughing hysterically again, muttering vague words in his mouth, and then he seemed to be Becoming sober again, he looked up at Mo Yi:
"You know, my father was a talented painter, he married the only daughter of a famous squire at the time, and a famous beauty at the time - my mother, but it didn't take long for him to go crazy, and at a ball He strangled my mother in public when they were dancing together, and then he took out the pistol he had hidden in the ballroom and started massacring the guests he invited. After everyone fled dead, he Hugged my mother's body and shot himself..."
Mo Yi was slightly stunned, and could not help but slowly let go of the palm that was holding Klaus' shoulder tightly, only to hear the other party continue:
"I inherited all his manor and wealth, but not the slightest bit of his artistic talent."
Klaus tightly grasped Mo Yi's arm with his icy fingers, the veins on the back of his bony hand were bulging, and nervous paranoia flashed in his eyes: "You know the kind of thing that you desperately want to get, but will never be able to achieve?" Feeling it, right?"
Mo Yi didn't answer, but quietly glanced at the gradually drying and loose paint strands on Klaus' wrist, and asked softly, "And then?"
The other party stared at him blankly, smiled maniacally, and asked, "You guessed it too, right? I put on the ring on the finger of my father's corpse, and finally drew a rare work, and then... I love On my drawings, I forced my servants to call her Madame, I married her—and I was as mad as my father."
The paint on Klaus' wrist began to crack at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it fell on the carpet.
But he continued to speak as if unconsciously, as if he was being driven by something invisible behind his back, which made him speak faster and faster:
"I saw a white ghost appearing around me all day long, and he kept mumbling to me about all kinds of things, and then, finally one day, he told me how I could have my lover forever, My sanity has been burnt out by the love I wanted, so I took his advice - kill all my servants on the eve of the wedding, and use the paint condensed from the corpses of the servants as he said Coloring my lover, then I discovered the truth in the gap between madness and clarity, but it was too late, I watched my fingers uncontrollable, and slowly inserted the knife beside me into my neck inside-"
His words became upside down:
"I've been paying attention to you since it chose you, I tried to make you die early - so you don't have to suffer the same pain as me, but... obviously, you are too smart, maybe that's why it chose you , I hope you can escape its curse, but... I'm jealous of you too—"
Klaus stopped his mouth suddenly, and said softly:
"Love is poison. This toxin erodes and poisons people's reason and weakens your perception and intelligence, and 'it'... likes to use love the most. The person who is most affected by love is the most poisoned by it. dull and easily angered."
He slowly turned his head to look at the canvas behind him, his bony face showed a rare gentle expression, his dim eyes seemed to be burnt with the last heat by love, and he gazed passionately and gently at the blurred face in the painting beauty.
Immediately afterwards, he whispered softly:
"[Sinister murderer of life and art, you cannot kill her in memory, she was my joy and glory] 1"
Mo Yi watched as the paint on his wrist fell off and melted into the unsolidified paint on the ground.
Klaus said intermittently: "... I am dead, but I am not dead... I will live in a painful reincarnation forever, this is what I deserve, I deserve it..."
His voice gradually weakened until he could not hear clearly—
Mo Yi sighed slowly, and pulled his arm away from the opponent's palm, but just as he moved, he felt the fingers on his arm suddenly tightened, and Klaus raised his head suddenly, as thin as The skeleton's face was terrifying and ferocious, and his lowered voice sounded like a hissing sound, and he said slowly:
"you are the same with me."
After speaking, he died.
The body slowly turned into solidified paint, and then with a light touch, it shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.