Chapter 167

In the following time, Mo Yi almost removed the entire room.

Whether it was the thick and heavy curtains or the flashy decorations that could be seen everywhere in the room, Mo Yizai carefully searched, and every gap that might have hidden clues did not escape this carpet-style search, and was completely pulled out and checked.

Wen Chen sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Mo Yi who was looking around indifferently in the room. He saw that he was lifting the porcelain placed in the corner of the room, tilting his head to look at the pattern at the bottom of it, and taking a deep breath. Just now, he shouldn't have had too much expectations when he heard Mo Yi say, "Let's hurry up and do something interesting."

Mo Yi had put the porcelain in hand on the ground near the door, and began to bend down to explore the edge of the thick carpet in the corner of the wall. Then, after a few seconds, he lifted the carpet covering the ground and began to slowly roll it up, but the rolled carpet was soon blocked by the exquisite wooden table placed near the door.

So he stood up and vigorously lifted the heavy wooden table onto the empty ground.

Mo Yi blinked his eyes that were a little black because of his quick rise, reached out to hold the wall and took a breath. His pale face began to flush after exercise, and thin beads of sweat began to seep out of his forehead.

Wen Chen raised his fingers slightly, and saw that the furniture blocking Mo Yi's road was pulled up by some invisible force and slowly floated into the air dozens of centimeters from the ground. When you look closely, you can see that there was a faint gray smoke wrapped around the key points of the furniture.

Mo Yi raised his hand to wipe the sweat beads that oozed out of his forehead, turned his head to look at Wen Chen behind him, and his dark eyes swept across his body, and his voice said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Thank you."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed to the bare ground without carpet on the side and asked, "Can you please put them there?"

Wen Chen followed Mo Yi's instructions to control the furniture floating in the air and slowly moved in that direction. Mo Yi bent down and continued to roll the thick carpet on the ground into increasingly thicker barrels, expanding the area of ​​the open space again so as to make room for Wen Chen to control the floating furniture.

Wen Chen moved his fingers slightly, his eyes slowly moved with Mo Yi's movements, unscrupulously from his pale arms and thin wrists that rolled up his sleeves for convenience, to the half-waist exposed from his shirt when he bent down, and then slowly moved upwards to the shoulder blades that undulate with Mo Yi's movements, and then slid down to the deep-sinked shoulder holes and neck with the smooth texture on his shoulder back.

His eyes darkened-

Rounding it... This is probably a "interesting thing".

Mo Yi stood up, wiped the sweat that had fallen down with his temple with the back of his hand, slowly breathed out, and then looked down at the incomplete ground that was exposed in front of him-

I saw a layer of floating hair that seemed to fall off the wool carpet, which was tightly attached to the surface of the floor like a thin thin dust. Through the thin layer of gray floating hair, you could see some blurry outlines and patterns under it.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his head to look at Wen Chen, but unexpectedly saw the other party move away from his eyes instantly to avoid gaze with him. He was stunned for a moment, and the sound that was about to be released was pressed into his throat, and he asked:

"What's wrong?"

Wen Chen's expression quickly returned to normal. He coughed in a low voice and said as if nothing had happened:

"nothing."

Mo Yi's eyes turned around suspiciously, and finally let go of this question. He suppressed his doubts about Wen Chen Guli's strange attitude in his heart. He turned around and looked at the vague pattern on the ground and asked:

“Can you lift all the furniture on the carpet up at the same time?”

Wen Chen nodded: "Of course."

He raised his finger gently, and saw that all the furniture pressed on the carpet in the room slowly floated into the air, including the big bed below Wen Chen's body. He sat down on the edge of the bed floating out of thin air, looked down at Mo Yi, supported his chin with one hand, and asked, "Is it OK now?"

Mo Yi's eyes lit up, he pursed the corners of his lips to restrain his excitement, then walked to the bed and walked to Wen Chen, who was floating slightly higher than him, pulled his upper body down, and kissed him loudly on his cheek:

"marvelous."

Wen Chen's eyes slightly distorted, and his lips were also tightly pursed, and the tips of his hot and red ears in his black hair were exposed.

Mo Yi walked to the carpet that had just been rolled up halfway, and then rolled the carpet that covered the room into the corner with his previous work. Then he took out a long white bath towel in the bathroom and wiped off the floating hair covered on the ground.

As the gray dust disappeared, the blurred pattern hidden under it on the ground slowly appeared-

It was a huge circle with dim colors that almost filled the floor of the room.

Mo Yi squatted down and looked at the patterns in the circle carefully. At this moment, he seemed to have discovered something strange and couldn't help but frown slightly. He slowly stretched to the outer edge of the circle on the floor. The shallow uneven surface was hitting his fingers, and there were still fine fluff and dust on it. As Mo Yi's fingers passed by, a clear mark on the ground.

I saw that the outline of the circle on the ground was slightly raised, and the lines as thick as fingers looked carefully... it seemed to be a simple and abstract snake head with its mouth open.

Mo Yi stood up, took a few steps back, and looked at the circle on the floor from a distance-

Now he could see that the circle in front of him was actually a snake with its head and tail. Its slender body formed a huge circle on the dark wooden floor, and its big open mouth held its tail in its mouth.

At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to suddenly remember something.

He was stunned for a moment, then put his hand into his pocket and groped. He touched something hard and smooth with his fingertips, and fell down coldly and heavily - Mo Yi took it out of his pocket, then spread his hands and looked at it.

This was the ring he picked up in the secret room in the side hall.

The pigeon blood was like a bright red ruby ​​on the ring of pure gold, surrounded by a circle of broken bricks like stars, and a luxurious and gorgeous luster flashed under the lights in the room. Mo Yi's fingers moved slightly, and the ring leaned to the side in his palm with his movements, revealing its pure gold ring - biting tightly like a wetronas. The simple-shaped snake head opened its mouth wide and held its tail in its mouth, almost exactly the same as the totem on the ground.

Mo Yi looked at the rings that were radiating heavily between his fingers thoughtfully, gently rubbed the marks of the snake's head with his fingertips, and then looked up at the other patterns in the circle on the floor - he saw that the huge circle was occupied by meaningless patterns and lines, just like the patterns on oil paintings in the room, with different shades of colors twisting around each other, tightly twisting together under the surrounding of the snake's body, looking like a slowly rotating vortex.

Just as Mo Yi was in deep thought, Wen Chen's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Time is coming."

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, looked down at the watch in his hand: It was almost five-thirty in the afternoon before he knew it.

It seems that he was too obsessed with the carpet search of the entire room to find clues, which led to not paying attention to the passage of time. However... this also means that the lunch at noon today was not delivered in time.

"Thank you..." He smiled absent-mindedly at Wen Chen, then seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked, "By the way... can you restore the room to its original state?"

Wen Chen nodded and handed him the dress that was delivered this morning and placed on the bed by Mo Yi.

Mo Yi took the dress and walked into the bathroom, and changed the simple black dress to his body. Since the style of this dress was much simpler than the last set, it didn't take him long.

Just as he was buckled the last button on his neck, Mo Yi heard a light knock on the door through the closed door in the bathroom—

Dongdongdongdongdong.

Mo Yi hurriedly tied his bow tie, opened the door of the bathroom, and subconsciously turned his head to look at his room. He saw that the room had completely returned to its original state, which made people completely imagined that the carpet was lifted up a few minutes ago, and the furniture was piled up randomly, and there were other parts of the furniture floating in the air. The chaos and disorder before had become neat and clean, almost the same as when Mo Yi moved in.

He withdrew his gaze, walked quickly to the door, and opened the door - he saw the butler standing quietly at the door and looking at him. His face seemed paler than before. His dark and empty eyes were as bright as dark as dark, staring at him in the dim light. There were only two colors of black and white on his body. The collar and cuffs of the pale shirt formed a strong color contrast with the black uniform, as if there was no other color other than that.

He slowly spoke, "The wedding is about to begin. Dear guests, please follow me."

After saying that, the butler owed him, then turned around and walked backwards.

After he turned around, Mo Yi realized that the corridor in front of him, which should have been extended horizontally, had turned into a vertical direction.

The gate of Mo Yi's room became the origin of the corridor, and the entire dark corridor started with his room and extended towards the front, as if other rooms and floors had disappeared. There was only a corridor extending outward in front of him, silently leading to the unknown darkness ahead. The thin and dark figure of the butler was like a shadow under the dim light, waiting for him not far away.

Mo Yi reached out and touched his pocket - the invitation made a paper-specific rustling sound in his pocket. He calmed down and turned his head to look at him.

I saw that Wen Chen had already changed into the same dark dress at some time, slowly walked out of the room, stood beside him, staring at him with light eyes.

Mo Yi let out a breath slowly and nodded at him:
Chapter completed!