Chapter 171

Mo Yi's eyes fell on the piano built by fog. The gray-white surface was slowly flowing under the light of the flashlight. It shrank by one size smaller than the real object, and looked quite small and delicate. He tentatively reached out and slid slightly on the piano cover. The surface under his fingertips was smooth and hard, with a cold toughness.

He lifted the lid of the piano and simply struck a few notes on the keys made of deep thick gray and light grayish white, and rang out in the dark and empty room.

The sound is very accurate.

But the tone is slightly different from that of an ordinary piano. Its sound quality is clearer and cold, just like the collision and knocking sound caused by spring water breaking through the heavy ice.

Mo Yi withdrew his hand and took a step forward. The piano formed by the mist dissipated like a stirred image on the water surface and soft smoke. It was dispersed by Mo Yi's forward figure and slowly floated backward along his waist, quickly melting into the silent and invisible darkness.

He reached out and pinched Wen Chen's chin, leaned close to his lips and pecked it like a dragonfly, with a smile in his voice:

“Good job.”

Before Mo Yi could leave, Wen Chen raised his hand and grabbed the back of his head, and his slender fingers fell into soft hair, deepening the touch between the lips and lips into a warm kiss and entanglement.

Mo Yi subconsciously raised his hand and pressed Wen Chen's waist. Through the fabric, he could feel his smooth and flexible waistline. The power contained therein was pulled and vividly transmitted to his fingertips as the movements.

The two quickly separated, and Mo Yi smiled helplessly: "Are you satisfied?"

Wen Chen raised his hand to smooth Mo Yi's wrinkled collar, then leaned over and licked his lower lip, with a slight smile in his low voice: "I'm satisfied."

They carefully closed the door of the restaurant again and walked down the road towards the hall.

The hall was empty, only the huge bright chandeliers above my head illuminated the gorgeous wall decorations in the room, and the thick carpet on the ground absorbed all the sounds, and the silence enveloped the empty room.

Mo Yi turned his head and nodded at Wen Chen. Wen Chen understood and raised his fingers slightly. A fine mist gathered in the air. Then he quickly gathered together to form the piano skeleton and structure. The gray-white piano soon appeared in front of Mo Yi. In addition, Wen Chen also carefully cages a thin layer of mist around the hall to prevent the sound of the piano from attracting other players.

Mo Yi lifted up the piano cover and placed his slender five fingers on the keys of different colors.

——I don’t know if this is useful.

He took a deep breath slowly, forced his uneasiness, and then began to play according to the tune he remembered.

The gloomy melody flows in the empty hall, as if a dark river flows quietly in the darkness. The suppressed and sad melody makes the listener feel involuntarily depressed.

To be on the safe side, Mo Yi played it two or three times before stopping. When he pressed the last key, the piano formed by the mist condensed under his palm scattered like he had lost his bones and skin. Straws of gray and white mist wrapped around Mo Yi's fingers and slowly dissipated.

He held his breath slightly and walked quickly towards one side of the hall, his heart gradually tightened as the distance shortened.

Mo Yi turned his gaze to the place skillfully blocked by the figures of several marble statues, and his steps could not help but pause slightly - a deep corridor appeared in the place where it was a solid wall, with deep and dark inside, blurred lights leading straight into the darkness.

Just like in memory.

Mo Yi's heart relaxed slightly, and he slowly breathed out. He accelerated his pace and walked inward along the deep corridor.

The door of the side hall was tightly closed, and it showed a blurry outline under the dim wall lights. It was shrouded in deep shadows. Mo Yi walked forward and stretched out his hand to push the door open.

The familiar cold air overflowed through the open gaps of the side hall door. The dead temperature as if it were a cold grotto, slowly spreading, brushing through the naked skin, causing a tremor.

Mo Yi turned on his flashlight and walked towards the dark room.

There was no light in the wide and silent room, only the irregular outline of the furniture shrouded under the pale white fabric quietly undulating in the dark, looking like time was frozen forever.

Mo Yi walked straight to the depths of the room, reached out and pulled off the white cloth covered with the huge oil painting hanging on the wall - the blurry and ancient portrait appeared in front of him again, and there was no vitality on the dried paint. The three colors of red, white and black that had been dyed before seemed to have been completely washed away, and it was as if time had completely flowed back to its previous dark state.

And the blurred woman was staring at him quietly on the cracked and dull canvas.

Mo Yi took a step forward and looked closer to observe... In the lower right corner of the oil painting, there was the familiar circular pattern, which was printed on a corner of the picture like a signature, and was divided into several pieces with uneven edges by cracked pigments on the canvas. If you don't observe carefully, you can easily ignore it.

He raised his fingers and gently stroked the slightly raised circular pattern. The old and slightly hard canvas shook gently under his touch, and a shallow layer of dust was raised and floating under the light of the flashlight.

The rough touch brought a slight pain to the fingertips. Mo Yi slowly frowned and stared at the pattern thoughtfully - he saw a circular pattern on the oil painting a long time ago, but he didn't know what the pattern represented at that time. In addition, it appeared in too many other places, both on invitations and clothes, so it was not uncommon to appear on this oil painting, which was a key clue, at first glance.

It did not attract Mo Yi's attention before.

But now Mo Yi discovered something strange that he had not noticed before...

He reached out and took out the gorgeous ring from his pocket. The blood-red gems flashed slightly under the light. Mo Yi pinched the fingertips flatly, and then slowly approached the edge of the oil painting, with a blurry and dim oval.

As the distance between the two shortens, the feature becomes more and more obvious.

The ring is exactly the same size as the ring on the oil painting. Even the outline deformation caused by the drying and cracking of the paint on the oil painting is aligned with the slightly protruding gem edges on the ring.

The light of the flashlight was lit from behind, overlapping the shadow outlines of the two-

Strictly fit.

Mo Yi put his finger rings on the surface of the oil painting, and just as their outlines completely overlapped, suddenly, an unignorable vibration came from the canvas, as if someone had hit the oil painting hard.

The canvas slowly bulges forward.

The dust and dry pigment particles fell down, and the canvas made a tight sound like a tearing cloth.

The canvas bulge forward deeper, as if there was a strange monster behind it rushing left and right, trying to break free from the canvas' bondage, and the raised shape gradually became clear in the dark-

Mo Yi slowly took two steps back and aimed the flashlight in his palm at the deformed part on the canvas.

That was a face.

A big mouth opened, as if in a silent roaring face, his eye socket made of deeply sunken paint stared at him empty. The blurred lines and contours propped the canvas into a weird shape, twisting the portrait on the canvas into an almost irrecognizable pattern.

It rushed forward desperately, and the sound of tearing cloth seemed clearer in the quiet and dark room, the dust and pigment particles fell more violently, and the heavy black picture frame wrapped in golden wire hit the hard wall violently, making a more harsh clanging sound in the room.

Then, just as it was about to break through the canvas and rush out, everything seemed to have been pressed.

The canvas returned to flatness, and the originally distorted pattern also returned to its previous appearance. The vague portrait stared quietly at Mo Yi on the old and dry canvas.

Mo Yi held the flashlight in his hand tightly and felt a layer of fine sweat beads appearing in his palms, making the torch hard metal slightly slippery.

My ears were my slightly rapid heartbeat, and there was a silence like death.

The dark side hall seemed like a dead sarcophagus, exuding a decay and cold atmosphere.

At this moment, the surface of the oil painting in front of me suddenly began to spread rapidly, spider-web-like thin threads, and then quickly peeled off in front of Mo Yi's eyes, falling on the ground. At first it was dry paint, and then there were large canvases, one after another, falling from the area framed by black wood, and silently melting into a darkness.

Mo Yi held his breath, subconsciously tightened his cold fingers, and the shaking flashlight's light spot was fixed in the picture frame-

The canvas in front of me finally peeled off completely.

A huge mirror appeared in the picture frame framed by dark wood.

In the mirror, Mo Yi saw his face. He saw that his face was illuminated by the flashlight tightly held in his hand. Behind him was the boundless darkness and thick shadows. In the deep darkness, there were countless irregular outlines hidden in it covered with pale cloth, swallowing every ray of light.

Mo Yi slowly rolled his eyes
Chapter completed!