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Chapter 193 Chapter One Hundred Ninety Three
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Chapter One Hundred Ninety Three
The illusory and vague white shadow hung in a dark and dark fuzzy corner like a hazy mist, and began to drift towards the depths of the room at the moment it touched Mo Yi's gaze.
Mo Yi's expression shrank, and he turned his pace and quickly chased in the direction where the white shadow disappeared.
The white cloth that was thrown up and dropped in a mess was spread out on the ground, but there are more furniture or coffins covered with white cloth that have not yet been touched, woven into countless walls and passages like a maze around Mo Yi, making him Soon lost the trace of the white shadow in front, lost in the chaotic and complicated terrain in front of me, unable to find the correct route.
There was a decadent smell in the cold air around me, brushing Mo Yi's naked skin and blowing slowly towards the depths of the dark room, like the breath of death slowly flowing along the ears, bringing up the body Sexual tremor.
Mo Yi shrank his shoulders subconsciously, frowning, and a trace of frustration slowly appeared in the depths of his eyes.
He glanced around the route around him that had no clues or characteristics. When he was about to turn around and leave, his steps suddenly stopped. Mo Yi seemed to remember something, his brows were slightly startled.
and many more……
windy.
The entire side hall is basically closed, and the door of the side hall was closed when Mo Yi came in. It shouldn’t be windy, but now there is a very obvious feeling of air movement, and …More than once, this is not the first time that Mo Yi has felt the presence of wind in the side hall. The phenomenon with such a high probability of occurrence is no longer a simple accident that can be explained.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a bright and sharp shimmer deep in the eyes.
——Then, there may be some hidden passages in the room that have not been discovered.
Mo Yi first ruled out the utility room where he found the marble statue. After all, the room was strictly hidden under a blanket covering the wall, and the unused space inside was very limited. It is not necessary to create such a breeze It's impossible.
He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the coolness of the breeze on his skin——
Yes!
Mo Yi opened his eyes, his dark eyes looked straight in a certain direction deep in the side hall, his face was calm and sure, and he walked quickly toward the direction of the cold air flow, firm and fast, as if All the obstacles around him could not stop him, as if they were straight arrows moving forward.
The white cloth hanging quietly in the darkness was blown by the wind he brought up when he walked, and slowly fluttered and swayed, looking as if it was a living creature struggling in the darkness.
Mo Yi stopped suddenly.
The solid wall was blocked in front of the eyes, and the narrow area illuminated by the flashlight was eroded by darkness. It swayed slightly with the movements of Mo Yi's wrist, but he could still see-there was no road ahead, he had already arrived at this moment. The end of the side hall.
I don't know when the wind has stopped.
Mo Yi walked forward slowly, searching and moving his eyes on the wall. The wall in front of him seemed to be indistinguishable from the others. The exquisite carvings on it reflected the faint light of the flashlight in the dark. A deep shadow was cast on his face, and the melancholy black shadow swayed silently in front of his eyes, making people feel a little stunned.
He frowned slightly, his eyes tightly glued to one corner of the wall in front of him.
I don’t know if it’s a problem with his viewing angle. The slightly raised patterns on the lines are intertwined with each other. When illuminated by the flashlight, it looks like a man’s painful face, and deep despair engraved on the man’s face. The disappearing lines, numb eyes looked into the distance silently, not knowing what they were looking at.
This... seems to be the pattern carved on the brass-colored door!
Mo Yi felt his heart pulsate violently in his chest, and the blood in his hands and feet seemed to be rushing to his face in an instant. The cold palm subconsciously grasped the flashlight in his palm, and the slightly smooth touch of the metal appeared in his hand More and more clear.
He took two steps back slowly and raised the flashlight slightly.
The light beam of the flashlight slowly expanded with his movements, and the slightly dim but wider light was projected on the wall quietly, illuminating the pattern above. Finally, for the first time, Mo Yi saw the whole The pattern is complete.
It was like a shining electric light instantly piercing the darkness, and the roaring sound dispelled the silence.
Mo Yi tightened his fingers subconsciously, and slowly widened his eyes, feeling that his breathing seemed to have stopped, there was something heavy in his throat that made him unable to make a sound, but his heart became incomparable. It was clear and clear, as if the light that flashed across the sky along with the lightning finally saw the scene before him.
He knows what...sis means.
It is not the abbreviation he guessed before, or the first half of a word, but a part of a name.
And the name is...
Sisyphus [Sisyphus].
He is a character in ancient Greece mythology. He refused to die out of nostalgia for the world, and even deceived the gods to prolong his life. The gods were furious and punished him for pushing a huge stone up to the top of the hillside every day. When the top of the mountain is about to be reached, the boulder will roll down to the foot of the mountain again due to gravity, and Sisyphus will push the boulder back to the top of the mountain again, thus repeating the same meaningless and unattainable labor forever. Trapped forever in the abyss that cannot escape.
Mo Yi raised his head and stared at the relief sculptures on the wall in front of him.
The painful man’s muscles were tight all over his body, and the blue veins and lines of his curved arm were exaggerated. In front of his body was a huge stone, which almost crushed the man’s figure, and the round stone was carved with shallow light. The symbolic sculpture of, when you look carefully, it is an abstract ouroboros connected end to end, forming a huge ring around the edge of the entire boulder.
Ouroboros, From one was the totem of ancient Greece from the beginning.
Symbolizes infinity and reincarnation.
The purpose of the latter in this copy is to complete the portrait, but both the servant and the player can only provide three kinds of paints, black and white and red. These colors are only the colors of the sketch, and it is impossible to make the coloring complicated The oil painting was completed, so the painter could only be painfully trapped in the three-day cycle, spending the three days before the wedding over and over again, hoping to paint the whole oil painting in three colors, but forever It was just a futile attempt, and finally returned to the beginning three days later and started a new cycle.
Mo Yi let out a sigh of relief, feeling as if the suffocation that he had accumulated in his chest was slowly dissipating, and his eyes were clear and clear, and the whole picture of this copy was finally slowly revealed in front of him.
But...the question is, who imposed the punishment on Mr. Klaus?
Will it be that white shadow? Why?
Mo Yi thought in a daze, while slowly pressing his palm against the mottled undulating pattern on the wall. The touch under his palm was not like a wall... but like metal.
The brass door he had never found, the mysterious room—
He finally found it.
Before Mo Yi exerted force to push the door open, he only felt the touch under his palm soften slightly, as if suddenly changed from a dead thing without life to a living thing with life, as if there was a kind of weird Attraction pulls Mo Yi's palm into the depths of the wall. The exquisite and abstract reliefs on the wall seem to be distorted into a huge arc. The man's painful face is distorted into a smile but a smile, a cry but a cry. His expression, staring straight at Mo Yi.
He was taken aback, and quickly grasped his wrist with the other hand, and pulled it away forcefully to prevent himself from being pulled into it by this strange force.
Before Mo Yi came up with a reason, all the carpets on the wall in front of him began to melt, like oil paints eroded by heat. All the colors and patterns seemed to melt down the wall. Flowing, countless different colors melted into dirty and confused patterns, faster and faster, gurgling together into a stream of paint, everything around the body is melting, whether it is a marble statue or a decoration on the wall And the blanket, even the white cloth has become a wet paint sticking to the ground, mixing with other colors around.
The attraction on the palm suddenly turned into a powerful impulse.
The river formed by the gathering of countless paints turned into an ocean, rushing towards Mo Yi like a flood that opened the gate, and instantly turned into a pattern of intertwined colors, as if to fill the entire world with paint. There are still countless unmelted coffins and furniture floating on it, and the huge force of the flowing paint curls Mo Yi's body, making his eyes spin around, completely identifying the direction with his steps.
Mo Yi waved his hands in vain, trying to find a support point to offset the dizziness in front of him.
Wide-open eyes searched aimlessly. In his sight, Mo Yi saw the huge unmelted coffin slammed against his head under the impact and push of the paint tide. He closed his eyes subconsciously, but felt that A sudden pull came from his wrist, pulling him away from the wave that was about to be hit by the coffin.
There is a familiar cold touch on his wrist, which tightly surrounds his wrist bone.
Mo Yi turned his head and looked in the direction of the force, and saw that Wen Chen was also impacted by the big wave of paint drifting towards the rear. He pulled hard, Mo Yi was embraced in his familiar embrace, the pungent paint There was a faint pine forest smell in the smell, and Wen Chen's low voice came from his ear:
"Got you."
The powerful wave of paint rushed the two to the door of the side hall.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen were photographed by the waves on the ground in the corridor, and then the tide of the paint slowly faded away, gradually condensing and drying up into a rigid block, the door of the side hall has disappeared, only countless mixed colors can be seen The paint blocked the end of the entire corridor tightly.
——The Wing Hall can no longer be entered.