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Chapter 196 Chapter One Hundred Ninety Six
Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Six
Mo Yi was stunned-Master? What owner?
The mess of his thoughts was interrupted by the butler's words. Now Mo Yi calmed down. He took a deep look at the butler who was still bending over, then turned to look at the coffin that was half pushed away by him.
Inside the dark and heavy coffin is a bright red soft lining without the slightest indentation.
Mo Yishen took out his finger and gently rubbed the lining of the coffin. The delicate touch from under his fingertips contained a slight graininess. He felt his thoughts gradually calm down, and his mind slowly emerged An astonishing conjecture came out-Mo Yi's movements paused slightly, his eyes widened slightly, his fingertips tightened uncontrollably, and the inner lining of the coffin was pulled out of subtle wrinkles.
He slowly turned his head, looked at the housekeeper standing in front of him, and asked:
"Do you think I am the master because of this?"
Mo Yi raised his left hand, the bright ruby on the ring finger of his left hand shimmered in the light.
The housekeeper straightened up, staring at Mo Yi tightly with dark eyes on his pale face, and replied:
"You inherited the ring, you inherited the house and all the servants."
Mo Yi took a deep breath and felt his heart beating slightly faster, and his voice was low and slow: "Since I am your master now, then, you must answer all the questions I asked honestly, including the previous questions about you. Master’s, right?"
The butler’s pale and stiff face looked as unchanged as before, and said quietly, "Of course."
With a heavy stone stuck in his chest, and his throat rolled slightly, Mo Yi finally asked the question he had wanted to ask since just now: "Your former master, Mr. De Crowder, what is it? Have you ever been married?"
The steward's answer did not stop at the slightest: "No."
"So... Mrs. Klaus, doesn't exist?"
"Yes."
Mo Yi only felt countless chaotic and complicated emotions stuck in his heart, and only two clear words came to his mind:
--really.
So there was no one in the coffin where Mrs. Klaus lay, so every wedding would stop before it was about to take place.
She did not exist, and never existed.
But...who would the woman in the portrait and the vague white shadow be?
Mo Yi frowned, a vague thought flashed in his mind, but before he could continue thinking along the vague clue, he just listened to a slight moist sound coming from behind him, it seemed that something was there. Squirming in the viscous liquid--
He turned his head back abruptly, and saw that in the paint cave behind him, the scrawny man was struggling among countless dried and semi-dried paints, a pale face facing straight into the air, with chaotic eyes. In the middle, the previously neurotic and paranoid look slowly receded, revealing a blank but empty look.
Mr. Klaus... is still alive.
Mo Yi walked forward quickly and reached out his hand to try to lift him up, but Mr. Klaus's gray eyes turning blankly in the air touched the shiny ruby ring on his outstretched palm. His eyes were stained with strong horror, and his skinny body was trembling violently. He stepped back frantically, as if seeing some terrible picture, and shouted in horror:
"...No, no! No!!! Take it away!!! Take it away!!! Devil, devil..."
Mo Yi was taken aback by him, and subconsciously withdrew his left hand behind him.
After seeing that the red ring disappeared from his sight, Mr. Klaus finally calmed down slowly, his thin body no longer trembling, and his hazy eyes slowly became clear, and he was a little at a loss. He looked around the environment around him, and finally fixed his gaze on Mo Yi's body, his eyes flashed suddenly:
"……It's you."
There was no longer the craziness and hysteria in his voice, and he became clear and weak. Mo Yi recognized that this was the sound of verses he heard in this copy, and the thin man before him looked as if he had finally recovered. With a bit of sanity, Mo Yi squinted his eyes and asked slowly:
"you know me?"
Klaus raised his skinny face, and his pupils became trance again: "You are... the one it chose."
The words he said were plausible, but the implication made Mo Yi couldn't help feeling cold behind his back.
He stretched out his hand to hold Klaus's shoulders, and felt that the shoulders under his palms seemed to be bones wrapped in a thin layer of skin. The hands of the people were heartbroken, but Mo Yi didn't seem to feel the same, his eyes tightened. Staring at the other party's dim eyes, he asked sharply:
"Who is'it' you said?"
After hearing Mo Yi’s questioning, Klaus suddenly giggled, almost breathless, his thin chest undulating violently, his voice was mixed with intermittent coughing and hoarse breath, making it almost impossible to breathe. It made Mo Yi suspicious that he was about to die, but at the same time, the suspicion in Mo Yixin became clearer and deeper as he laughed.
He slowly took out his left hand with his back behind him, the crimson gemstone was like a drop of solidified blood.
Mo Yi felt his voice slightly astringent, and a slightly hoarse sound quality stuck in the throat:
"Is that it?"
Klaus’s laughter seemed to be stuck in his throat, his pupils shrank slightly, his face was obviously scared, the loose and drooping skin on his face trembled slowly, and then he slowly looked towards Mo Yi, his face Grinning with a twisted smile:
"Ha, sure enough... it deserves to be the one it actively chose."
Mo Yi pursed his lips in silence and stared at the man in front of him who was between clear and madness. He laughed hysterically again, muttering ambiguous words in his mouth, and then he seemed to go again. He became sober again and looked up at Mo Yi:
"Did you know that my father was a talented painter. He married the only daughter who was a famous country squire at the time, and was a famous beauty at the time-my mother, but it didn't take long for him to go crazy. During the dance, my mother was strangled to death in public-they were dancing together at the time, and then he took out what was hidden in the dance hall and began to slaughter the guests he invited. Everyone died and fled. After that, he hugged my mother's body and committed suicide by drinking a bomb..."
Mo Yi was startled slightly, and couldn't help but slowly loosen the palm of his hand that was holding Klaus's shoulder, only to hear the other party continue to say:
"I inherited all his manor and wealth, but I did not inherit the slightest artistic talent."
Klaus clenched Mo Yi's arm tightly with his cold fingers, bruised muscles bulged on the back of his skinny hand, and his eyes flashed with neurotic paranoia: "You know the kind of desperate desire to get, but you can never reach it. Feeling, right?"
Mo Yi didn't answer, but quietly glanced at the paint chain on Klaus's wrist that was gradually becoming dry and loose, and then asked gently: "What then?"
The other party stared at him blankly, smiled madly, and asked, "You guessed it too? I took the ring on the finger of my father's corpse, and finally drew a rare work, and then...I Falling in love with the works I drew, I forced my servant to call her his wife, and I held a wedding for her—I was as crazy as my father."
The paint on Klaus's wrist began to crack at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it landed on the carpet.
But he continued to speak without noticing it, as if being driven by something invisible behind his back, making his speech faster and faster:
"I saw a white ghost appearing by my side all day long, he kept mumbling to me all kinds of things, and finally one day, he told me how can I have my love forever, My sanity has been burnt away by love that I can’t ask for, so I accepted his suggestion—killing all my servants on the eve of the wedding, and then condensing them from the servants’ corpses as he said. Paint colored my love, and then I discovered the truth in the gap between madness and Qingming, but it was too late. I watched as I couldn’t control my fingers, and I slowly inserted the knife next to my own. In the neck—"
His words turned upside down:
"I have been paying attention to you since it chose you. I tried to make you die as soon as possible-so that you don't have to suffer the same pain as me, but... Obviously, you are too smart, maybe this is why it will Choose you, I hope you can escape its curse, but... I am jealous of you too—"
Klaus stopped abruptly and said gently:
"Love is □", this toxin erodes and poisons people’s intellect, weakens your perception and intelligence, and "it"...the one you like to use most is love. The people who are most affected by love are the most poisoned by it. Will become dull and prone to anger."
He slowly turned his head to look at the canvas behind him, a rare gentle expression on his face that was so thin that there were only bones left, his bleak eyes seemed to be burned out by love, and he stared warmly and tenderly at the blurry face in the picture. beauty.
Immediately afterwards, he whispered softly:
"[Insidious murderer of life and art, you can't kill her in memory, she was my happiness and glory]①"
Mo Yi watched as the paint on his wrist fell off and melted into the unsolidified paint on the ground.
Klaus intermittently said: "...I am dead, but I am not dead either... I live in painful reincarnation forever, this is what I deserve, I deserve it..."
His voice slowly weakened, until he couldn't hear clearly--
Mo Yi sighed slowly and pulled his arm away from the opponent's palm, but as soon as he moved, he felt the fingers on his arm suddenly tighten, and Klaus suddenly raised his head, as thin as if Skeleton's face looked terrifying and hideous. His low voice sounded like a hissing voice, 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 turned into pieces and fell to the ground.