Chapter 149

Mo Yi tightened his fingers, pulled the white cloth and pulled it down. The fine dust rose in the cold cellar room, flying in a messy manner under the light of the flashlight.

He took a step back and avoided Yangchen, then looked closely at the back of the white cloth.

I saw a half-person-high oil painting framed in a thick, dark wooden frame, hanging upright in the center of the wall.

There is a dignified noble woman in the painting. This painting looks a bit old. Even if it is covered with white cloth, it cannot stop the invasion of dust. The pigments on it are dried up and cracked, making the whole painting look dull and blurry - but even so, it can still vaguely distinguish the beauty of the people in the painting.

But... no matter what, this is a very ordinary painting.

Mo Yi frowned slowly, and carefully observed the half-person-high oil painting with the light of the flashlight. His eyes were wandering around the unclear outline of the people in the painting, and then he took a step forward, reached out and groped behind the frame for a while.

No clue was found except for the dust in my hands.

Mo Yi took a step back with a deep expression, and Wen Chen, who was standing aside, asked:

"How about it?"

His voice echoed in the empty and cold room, which scared Mo Yi, who was in deep thought. He couldn't feel relieved and replied in a low voice to himself:

"This is the strangest..."

He turned his head and looked at Wen Chen standing beside him, frowned tightly, and said hesitantly: "I found nothing."

After saying that, Mo Yi took a few steps back thoughtfully, then turned around and walked to the piano covered with white cloth.

He reached out and lifted the white cloth on it, then tentatively reached out and pressed a note on it - the low and graceful piano sounded briefly in the room, and then returned to silence.

Mo Yi paused, then placed his hands on the black and white piano keys, and slowly tried to press the other notes, playing them without being very skillful - the melody he had heard in this room before was stuttering, and the tune sounded low and melancholy, making people feel heavy from the bottom of their hearts.

His eyebrows were furrowed tightly and he whispered:

“…I must have heard this melody somewhere.”

Mo Yi's finger fell down with inertia and hit one of the piano keys. A sudden and disharmonious note suddenly sounded in the room. He stopped and stared at the piano, as if thinking about something.

After a few seconds, he seemed to remember something, looked up at Wen Chen, and asked hesitantly:

"Do you think the sound of this piano is particularly accurate?"

Mo Yi took a few steps back, stared at the piano, and then said slowly: "If the piano in this room had not been moved for a long time, as the butler said, then the sound of this piano would not be so accurate."

He frowned and stopped talking.

After a few minutes, Mo Yi took a deep breath, then quickly stepped forward a few steps, picked up the white cloth on the ground, covered the piano and oil painting again, and restored the room to its original appearance, turned his head and said to Wen Chen:

"Let's go."

Wen Chen turned his head to look at him and raised his eyebrows questioningly.

Mo Yi shrugged and replied: "All the "cues" I get in this room are now scattered and unknown, but we have no conditions to connect them."

He turned his head and looked around the entire dark and silent room, and slowly narrowed his eyes:

“It’s so normal…it makes me feel something is wrong.

After saying that, Mo Yi turned around and walked out the door, Wen Chen followed closely behind. Before leaving, the two of them restored the lock outside the side hall as it was.

When he walked to the hall, Mo Yi focused on the marble statue standing at the gate of the house for a few seconds - it was like Mo Yi last time he saw it, and it looked like a simple dead object, standing there coldly and lifelessly, staring at everyone passing by with his pale eyes.

Mo Yi looked away and adjusted his agitated mood.

After all, this is a nine-day copy, and the clues must be less dense than those that only have a few hours of dungeons. You can't hurry up now.

He let out a breath slowly, and then whispered: "Let's go, we might be able to catch up with their last dish."

After saying that, the two walked along the original road towards the restaurant. They walked around the corridor and walked up one after another of different stairs. The house was too big, and Mo Yi even suspected that he was lost from time to time.

Finally, they vaguely heard the sound of chattering and the faint melodious music.

Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around the corner of the corridor in front and walked forward, but Yu Guang saw a blurry figure on the carpet slowly enlarging - it was from the direction of the restaurant.

His heart tensed up instantly, and his mind flashed through his way of Wen Chen letting them invisible just now.

Mo Yi didn't have time to think too much, so he subconsciously pulled Wen Chen past him, pushed him onto the wall, then quickly stepped forward and pressed his lips on.

The distance between the two of them was instantly closer, and the shadows on the corridor wall instantly surrounded them with their tightly attached figures, and their breaths were intertwined. The closer one could almost see the slight curve of the other's eyelashes trembling.

The footsteps behind him were approaching, and they turned directly into the corridor in milliseconds. Then, Mo Yi suddenly stopped when he heard the footsteps, and then a slight sucking sounded, which sounded sharp and abrupt in the quiet corridor.

Mo Yi paused slightly, as if he realized something.

He took a step back, pulled the distance between the two of them apart, let go of the hand pressed on Wen Chen's shoulder, and then slowly turned his head one by one to look at him.

I saw a new player standing at the entrance of the corridor, covering his mouth with his palms, staring at the two of them in a daze, as if they were quite frightened.

Realizing that Mo Yi and Wen Chen's eyes were on their bodies, the girl's face turned red, as if she was about to bury her head under the carpet, she explained in a hurry and hurriedly: "I, I, I, I just came out to go to the bathroom. I'm sorry to bother you, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry--"

She turned her head helplessly and ran away in the opposite direction.

Mo Yi: "..."

OK.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Wen Chen.

Wen Chen was standing against the wall, his collar scattered in a mess, revealing a small piece of pale skin. His deep facial features were divided into clear light and dark divisions by dim light, and the corners of his lips had obvious curves.

He stared at Mo Yi, his expression looking particularly innocent: "...it didn't work on this."

Mo Yi took a deep breath, bit his back teeth hard, and said slowly:

"Then...why did you do that before?"

Wen Chen straightened up, licked his wet lips, and his simple movements looked at the mountains in the dim corridor, which was particularly sensational - he replied seriously:

“As the case.”

Mo Yi took a deep breath, silently recited countless sentences without getting angry, and finally suppressed the emotions that rose in his heart at the end.

Immediately afterwards, a feeling of powerlessness rose from the embers, and Mo Yi couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch his nose - for some reason, since Wen Chen began to be inseparable from him, his emotional fluctuations have been much richer than before.

At this moment, a trotting footsteps sounded from another corridor beside it.

The new man with a red face buried his head and ran back quickly from the direction he had left before. When he passed by Mo Yi, he whispered: "...sorry, the toilet is not in that direction."

Mo Yi: "..."

He took a deep breath and whispered to Wen Chen: "...Let's go, go in."

Unexpectedly, after entering the door, the butler was not in the restaurant, and the pale and stiff maids still stood at their posts conscientiously, delivering exquisite dishes to the table one by one, serving the players like puppets. The room was brightly lit, and the musicians in tuxedo played melodious music. The atmosphere in the entire restaurant looked particularly relaxed, almost no longer like a copy.

Mo Yishi hurriedly ate some without knowing the taste, listening absent-mindedly to the players' discussions at the dining table while observing the audience. He noticed that for such a long time, the gloomy butler had never appeared once.

After dinner time, the crowd scattered and the previous maids led them to their rooms.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen also returned to their room. After simply washing up, Mo Yi sat cross-legged on the soft bed, frowned and pondered about his discovery tonight, and tried to piece together the fragmented clues in his mind.

Just then, he seemed to hear something.

Mo Yi was stunned, raised his head, listened carefully—

As thin as a hairspring, the low whimper came through the thick walls, making people wonder if it was my own auditory hallucination.

Mo Yi looked at Wen Chen: "Have you heard it-?"

Wen Chen nodded.

Mo Yi made a quick decision, stood up from the bed, then hurriedly picked up his backpack from the corner of the room, then opened the door and ran out the door, and said decisively: "Go and go and have a look."

In the dark corridor, the low crying sound seemed even more obvious - this time Mo Yi was sure it was not his auditory hallucination.

He walked quickly along the direction of the sound. The crying sound in his ear sounded gloomy and cunning in the dark and cold corridor. As he approached, it became clearer and clearer, becoming like... it sounded in his ears.

Mo Yi couldn't help feeling a little chill behind him. He took a deep breath and accelerated his pace.

The next second, the crying came to an abrupt end.

Mo Yi stopped slowly. He saw a door in front of him slide open a small crack, and a bright light shone out from the crack of the door, leaving a bright trace of light on the carpet in the corridor.

Mo Yi's eyes were frozen.

He smelled the familiar smell of the air - the cold and sweet scent mixed with the smell of fishy rust.
Chapter completed!