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Chapter 186 Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Six
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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Six
Mo Yi was lying on the bed and could not sleep, his fingers under the thick and soft goose down quilt gently stroked the cold ring, the ruby was cut perfectly with hard edges and corners on his fingertips, and the top was delicate and complicated. The snake-shaped ornamentation is rather confusing to the touch in the dark.
He felt that his guess was not wrong, and became more confident over time.
Slowly turning his fingers over the edge of the ring, he could almost outline the signs of wear 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, and the cold, hard metal wrapped around the skin of his finger. As he moved loosely around the base of the finger, Mo Yi gently turned the ring. ——Not very close, there is still a little space between the ring and the fingers, which is slightly bigger 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 somewhat self-deprecatingly. When he was about to reach out and remove the ring from his finger, he heard a soft whispering voice outside the door, as if a gust of wind could be blown away. It slipped in through the crack of the door like a strand of silk, penetrated the darkness surrounding him, and slowly passed to the ear.
His nerves tightened 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 dark.
He became vigilant and suddenly felt something was wrong. He reached out to the bed next to him, but he felt empty.
The bed beside me was cold and empty, and there was no trace of pressure on the flat sheets, as if no one had ever lay on it.
Mo Yi's heart jumped slightly. The whispers lurking in the dark seemed to become clearer, but he was still vaguely unable to hear what he was saying, which seemed to be tempting people's curiosity and full attention. To distinguish in general.
He silently lifted the quilt covering himself, and slid down the bed silently, stepping on the furry warm carpet with the soles of his feet, without making a sound.
Mo Yiping took his breath, stepped slowly in the dark, and walked cautiously in the direction of the sound.
In front of him was a total darkness without light, like a curtain around him. The darkness seemed to be blocked by countless dense cotton wool, turning everything in front of him into chaos. He felt the darkness and walked forward. A faint light appeared not far away--
A slight 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 fine metal friction sounded in the dark, but he could only hear the murmur of his own heartbeat and breathing. The adrenaline was sent to the whole body in the blood vessels along with the rush of blood, making his muscles subconsciously tighten instantly.
The door was gently opened by a small gap.
He slowly leaned to the door, a thin warm light hit Mo Yi's face, his eyes squinted slightly in response to the sudden light, and he looked out of the door intently.
Unexpectedly, the door was not the corridor he imagined. Instead, there was a room that was a bit cramped due to piles of countless messy objects. The whispering voice seemed to become clearer, and Mo Yi could recognize it. It seemed that it was a man's voice, and through the crack of the door, he brought the vague words to his ears.
An almost unbelievable guess suddenly surged in his mind.
Mo Yi's breathing was uncontrollably short, but he was suppressed forcibly with his amazing will. He slowly widened the door gap in front of him, and then silently turned his side to let that The light shone through the crack in the door into the room behind him.
He turned his head and looked behind him.
The crowded darkness of cotton wool was slightly illuminated by the faint light. Mo Yi squinted his eyes, using the light to distinguish the blurred scenery and outlines in the dark-the thick gauze softened the outline of the bed, and the corner of the room Her wardrobe, the dressing table not far from her side, and the closed door on the other side of the room in the dark depths, all came together to awaken the not-so-distant memory in Mo Yi's mind.
His heart was shocked, he knew where he was... This was a 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 week of the week. But when the same door was opened in the second week, it was indeed a utility room.
And Mo Yi got the ruby ring in this room. He thoughtfully twisted the loose ring at the base of his finger, his eyes sinking slightly. He still remembered that there were two in this room. The door was exactly the same. I had entered this room through the opposite door, so... the door with light now coming from should be the one that was not opened at that time.
Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at the slit of the door that was opened by his own--
The soft voice seems to gradually become clear over time. From a limited perspective, it seems that someone can be seen being projected onto the ground by the corner lights, and the long and thin black shadow is not far in front of my eyes. The ground was shaking, but no matter where Mo Yiru moved his angle, he couldn't see the real body of the shadow clearly.
The intermittent sentences slowly spread to his ears, and he muttered softly in a foreign accent. Mo Yi carefully distinguished for a long time, and finally heard a few words and incomplete sentences-he was slightly taken aback, in his mind Finally matched the number.
The "person" in the room was gently reading Baudwell's Flower of Evil in French.
The timbre makes Mo Yi inexplicably familiar.
As he searched his stomach and wondered where he had heard this sound, the whispering in the room suddenly stopped, and the air that suddenly became quiet seemed to freeze in an instant, calling Mo Yi back to God, and his heartstrings couldn't help being slightly stretched. Started, slowed his breathing--
"Kang Dang!!!"
The loud sound that finally rang in the room made Mo Yi tremble, and saw a beautiful porcelain vase shattered on the ground visible through the thin crack of the door, and fresh roses with drops of water were lying on the ground. The broken pieces of porcelain and the messy water stains seemed to be swept to the ground by some force.
A hand reached out from the blind spot.
That hand was really thin, only the pale skin without blood was loosely wrapped around the thin bones. The scary veins and blood vessels protrude from the back of the skinny hand, the skinny bones are like skeletons, and the hand is slowly pinched. He picked up the rose lying on the ground, and took it out of the range of vision that Mo Yi could see.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi heard the sound of soft footsteps walking towards the distance, and then the door pivoting of opening and closing the door.
Then, the room became silent.
Mo Yi exhaled silently. The fingers on the doorknob were slightly loosened, feeling a layer of fine sweat bead in his palm, bringing a slightly smooth touch, he stood up, his knees and calves He didn't move for too long and became sore and numb. He moved his numb feet a bit, then boldly opened the door in front of him and looked tentatively into the room.
There was no one in the room, only the high stacks of debris and old paper cast deep shadows in the dim and yellow light, and the room was filled with a strong smell of dust and pungent paint.
Mo Yi walked slowly towards the door for a few steps. Suddenly, his sight was tightly grasped by something in the center of the room, making his steps instantly unable to move, as if the blood from his body stayed here, and all his attention was lost. Locked deeply on it--
That is an unfinished oil painting.
Between a pile of messy and dry paint palettes, the slightly yellowed canvas under the light is delicate and the texture of the cloth can be seen. The canvas is painted with a woman's upper body, messy lines and rough colors are on the canvas Crowded and crowded, the woman's slightly side face is outlined, the whole face has not yet been completely outlined, only a pair of affectionate black eyes surrounded by fluffy eyelashes, silently staring out of the canvas.
Although it was not finished, Mo Yi still recognized that this was the portrait of the woman hung in the side hall.
And a rose with water droplets lying on a small table with paint next to the canvas, the delicate petals are rich red, glowing with a silk-like soft luster under the light.
He stepped forward slowly in a dazed manner, slowly reaching out to touch—
In the next second, the sound of footsteps came from not far away, slowly approaching, the sound of the door latch opening instantly pierced the silence in the room, awakening Mo Yi from his contemplation, his heart beat suddenly, and then Turning around, he was ready to walk in the direction he had come, but when he turned around, he tripped over the debris accumulated under his feet and fell to his side unable to maintain his balance.
Mo Yimeng took a breath, and his weightlessness made his heartbeat soar.
"……what happened?"
A familiar voice rang in his ears. Mo Yimeng turned his head away, but saw Wen Chen frowning and looking at him. His light gray eyes stared at him deeply. He seemed to be saying something, but Mo Yi As if he hadn't heard anything, he was just panting violently, while turning his head to look around him blankly, as if he didn't know where he was.
Whether it is the baroque ornate decoration or the neatly arranged furniture in the room, it is familiar and at a loss.
All the evidence seems to clearly indicate that Mo Yi is lying on the bed in his room at the moment, not in the secret room hidden behind the blanket. He felt his back soaked in sweat, and the cloth tightly stuck to his back. The velvet quilts piled up messy around him, and the warm heat came from above.
Mo Yi struggled to get up, then looked down at the palm of his hand on the quilt somewhat dumbfounded.
I saw the ruby ring loosely hooped on the root of my pale ring finger.