Chapter 186

Mo Yi was lying on the bed and couldn't fall asleep. His fingers unconsciously stroked the cold ring under the thick and soft gooseberry quilt. The hard edges and corners of the ruby ​​were cut and hit his fingertips. The delicate and complex snake ring-shaped patterns on it felt chaotic and confusing in the dark.

He felt that his guess was not wrong and became more convinced over time.

His fingers slowly turned around the edge of the ring, and he was able to almost outline the wear marks on the inner side of the ring and the blurry acronym in his mind.

Mo Yi recalled what he thought 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 fingers. As his movements were loosely tied around the base of his fingers, Mo Yi gently turned the ring - not very close, there was still some space between the ring and fingers, which was a little bigger for him.

Mo Yi stared quietly at the ceiling in the dark, waiting.

But nothing happened.

He let out a sigh of relief, not knowing whether it was disappointment or what it felt like.

Mo Yi shook his head with some self-deprecating self-deprecatingness. Just as he was about to reach out to take the ring off his fingers, he heard a gentle whispering sound from outside the door, as if a gust of wind could be blown away, and slipped in through the crack of the door like a thread, penetrated the darkness around him, and slowly reached his ears.

His nerves tensed up instantly, and he couldn't help but stop the movements at hand.

Mo Yi lowered his voice and gently shouted the names of the people around him: "...Wen Chen."

But there was no answer in the darkness.

He became alert and suddenly felt something was wrong. He reached out to the bed beside him, but he felt empty.

The bed beside me was cold and empty, and there was no trace of being pressed on the flat sheets, as if no one had ever lie on it.

Mo Yi's heart twitched slightly, and the whispers lurking in the dark seemed to become clearer, but they still couldn't hear clearly what they were saying, as if they were seducing people's curiosity and all their attention to distinguish them.

He silently lifted the quilt covering himself and slid down from the bed silently. His feet stepped on the furry and warm carpet without any sound.

Mo Yi held his breath, took a step slowly in the darkness, and walked carefully in the direction where the sound came.

In front of him was a darkness without any light, circling around him like a curtain. The darkness seemed to be blocking countless dense cotton wool, making everything in front of him a mess. He walked forward in the darkness, and a faint light appeared not far away in front of him—

A subtle light penetrated through the crack of the door, and a thin yellow light was printed on the carpet.

Mo Yi silently pressed his palm on the door handle, and then pressed it down gently. The thin metal friction sounded in the dark, but only the noise of his heartbeat and breathing could be heard in his ears. Adrenaline was sent to his blood vessels in his blood vessels, making his muscles subconsciously tense up instantly.

The door was gently opened up a small gap.

He slowly approached the door, and a thin warm light hit Mo Yi's face. His eyes narrowed slightly with the sudden light, and he focused on looking out of the crack of the door.

To Mo Yi's expectations, the outside of the door was not the corridor he imagined, but instead a room that seemed a little cramped due to the countless messy items. The whispering sound seemed to become clearer. Mo Yi could recognize that this seemed to be a man's tone and sent blurred words to his ears through the crack of the door.

A nearly incredible guess suddenly surged into his heart.

Mo Yi's breathing was a little bit uncontrollable, but it was suppressed by him with his amazing will. He slowly pulled the crack in the door in front of him a little widened, and then silently turned his side, allowing the light to shine through the crack in the door to the room behind him.

He turned his head and looked behind him.

The crowded darkness like cotton was illuminated by the faint light. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and carefully distinguished the blurred scenery and outlines in the darkness through the light - the thick gauze curtain softened the outline of the bed, the wardrobe in one corner of the room, the dressing table not far away beside him, and the closed door on the other side of the room in the depths of the darkness, everything gathered together, awakening the not-to-date memories in Mo Yi's mind.

His heart couldn't help but tremble. He knew where he was... This was a secret room hidden under the blanket deep in the side hall - this room Mo Yi followed the white shadow in the side hall at the one week, but when the same door was opened at the second week, it was indeed a utility room inside.

It was Mo Yi who got the ruby ​​ring in this room. He thoughtfully turned the loose ring at his fingertips, his eyes slightly sunken. He still remembered that there were two identical doors in this room. He entered the room from the opposite door, so... the door that was light now should be the one that was not opened at that time.

Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, turned his head and looked at the thin crack of the door that was opened by him-

The gentle voice seemed to gradually become clear as time goes by. From a limited perspective, you could see a shadow cast by the lights in the corner of the wall onto the ground. The thin and long black shadows were shaking on the ground not far in front of you, but no matter how Mo Yi moved his angle, he could not see the true body of the shadow clearly.

The intermittent sentences slowly reached his ears and muttered gently in a foreign accent. Mo Yi carefully distinguished for a long time and finally heard some words and incomplete sentences clearly - he was slightly stunned and finally met the number in his mind.

The "man" in the room was gently reading the flower of evil in Bodeville in French.

The tone made Mo Yi inexplicably familiar.

Just as he was scraping his stomach and thinking about where he had heard this sound, the whisper in the room suddenly stopped, and the air that suddenly became quiet seemed to frozen in an instant, calling Mo Yi back to his senses. His heartstrings couldn't help but stretched slightly, slowing down his breathing-

"Clang!!!"

The loud noise finally sounded in the room made Mo Yi tremble all over. He saw a beautiful porcelain vase broken from the ground in the thin crack in the door in front of him. Fresh roses with water droplets were lying in the broken porcelain fragments and messy water stains, as if they were swept to the ground by some force.

A hand reached out from the blind spot of vision.

The hand was too thin, with only the pale blood-free skin wrapped loosely in the thin bones. The scary blue veins and blood vessels raised from the back of the skinny hand, and were as thin as a skeleton. The hand slowly pinched the rose lying on the ground, and then took it out of the visual range that Mo Yi could see.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi heard the sound of gentle footsteps walking towards the distance, followed by the sound of door opening and closing.

Then, the room became silent.

Mo Yi let out a sigh of relief, his fingers holding the door handle slightly relaxed, and felt a layer of fine sweat beads appearing in his palm, bringing a slightly smooth touch. He stood up, and his knees and calves became sore and numb because they had not moved for too long. He moved his numb feet a little, then he boldly opened the door in front of him and looked into the room tentatively.

The room was empty, with only high stacks of debris and old paper casting deep shadows in the dim and yellowish light, and the room was filled with a strong smell of dust and a pungent smell of pigment.

Mo Yi walked slowly into the door a few steps, and his eyes were suddenly grasped by the things in the center of the room, making his steps unable to move for a moment, as if the blood in his body was here, and all his attention was deeply locked on it-

It was an unfinished oil painting.

Between a pile of messy and dry color plates, the slightly yellowed canvas under the light can be seen delicately. The upper body of a woman is painted on the canvas. The messy lines and rough colors are piled up on the canvas, outlining the woman's face on the side. The whole picture of her face has not been completely outlined. Only a pair of affectionate black eyes are surrounded by fluffy eyelashes and staring silently outside the canvas.

Although it was not completed, Mo Yi still recognized that this was the portrait of the woman hanging in the side hall.

A rose with water droplets lies on a small table next to the canvas with paint. The delicate petals are rich red, and the light is a slightly matte and delicate luster like cloth.

He slowly stepped forward a few steps in a daze, and slowly reached out to touch—

The next second, the sound of footsteps came from not far away, slowly approaching. The sound of the door latch opening instantly cut through the silence in the room, awakening Mo Yi from his contemplation. His heart jumped suddenly, and then he turned around and prepared to walk in the direction he was when he came, but when he turned around, he was tripped by the accumulated debris under his feet and fell to his side without maintaining balance.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, and his sense of weightlessness made his heart beat soar.

"……What's wrong?"

A familiar voice sounded in his ears. Mo Yi suddenly turned his head, but saw Wen Chen frowning and looking at him. His light gray eyes staring at him deeply. He seemed to be saying something, but Mo Yi seemed to hear nothing. He just gasped violently, and turned his head and looked around him blankly, 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 so familiar that it is at a loss.

All the evidence seemed to clearly show that Mo Yi was lying on the bed in his room at this moment, not in the secret room hidden behind the blanket. He felt his back was soaked in sweat, his clothes were tightly stuck to his back, and velvet quilts were piled up around him, and warm heat came from it.

Mo Yi struggled to get up, then looked down at his palm pressing on the quilt with a little confused.
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