Chapter 172

"Squeak--"

The harsh scratching sounded in the quiet and dark room, like sharp nails slashing through the smooth mirror, which made the teeth feel sore, and suddenly, monotonous and high-pitched trembled the eardrums, scratching the nerves, making people unable to control their desire to block their ears to block the entry of this almost tormenting sound.

As the harsh scratching sound rang, twisted handwriting gradually appeared on the smooth mirror surface.

The blurry white shadow in the mirror was like a wisp of smoke not far behind him

It seemed as if an invisible blade had streaked through the mirror, leaving deep white marks on it—

Mo Yi stared with breath, his eyes moved with the struggle-like letters that gradually appeared on it, and he recited silently in his heart.

s—i—s——s——

Just before the last s was finished, a gloomy voice seemed to come from the depths of the darkness, and it seemed like a thunderous sound penetrated the dead silence in the room:

“Who is there?”

Before the sound could be dropped, a "click" sound rang not far away.

Mo Yi couldn't help but be shocked, and a trace of ominous premonition quickly passed by from the bottom of his heart.

The next second, a thin crack spread rapidly on the smooth mirror surface, and violently spread out with the blurry white shadow behind him as the center. It crawled like a spider web, illuminated by the light shaking in the flashlight, quickly blurring the originally clear image in front of him into abstract painting-like distortions and chaos.

The crooked English letters were quickly destroyed by cracked mirrors, as if they were thrown into stones and the entire broken lake surface.

Yixun Mo quickly turned his head and looked at the place where the white shadow stood behind him-

Empty.

There is nothing.

His afterwards he glimpsed the thin figure at the door. His pale face and dark eyes as dark as a cave quickly evoked Mo Yi's memory... Butler!

Before he could do something next, he heard a clear burst sound not far away in front of him. The cracked mirror framed in the dark frame suddenly shattered, and transparent glass fragments rotated and splashed everywhere under the shaking flashlight. The millions of tiny fragments reflected the cold white light, and quickly melted into the deep and rich darkness.

Mo Yi subconsciously bowed his body and raised his hand to block his face, but even so, he still felt a small and sharp tingling sensation that quickly crossed the back of his hands and cheeks. Huge fragments of glass were printed in the retina, flying in at an uncatchable speed, gradually enlarging in his field of view and enlarging again.

His arm was suddenly pulled by a strong force, and Mo Yi fell in the direction of the force. The darkness in front of him instantly became, as if all the light and shadow disappeared into the familiar clear aura. He felt Wen Chen's tightening of his arm clasping on his shoulders and hugging him over.

There were clear footsteps in my ears, as if the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground.

Mo Yi couldn't help but froze slightly, adjusting his head slightly in Wen Chen's arms, so that his eyes could see the open space beside him. The butler's pale and blurred face slowly approached, and the sound of uniform steps rang in the dark and empty room.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing frequency. The sound of rubbing against Wen Chen's chest was in his ears.

This time it should be similar to the last time I was in the corridor. Isn’t Mo Yi very worried that the butler will see him?

What he was surprised about was another thing - there was no obvious blocking between the frame and the door. The first time the butler was blocked in the side hall made Mo Yi not doubt his night vision ability. In addition, his flashlight was not closed immediately when the butler came in. It was obviously a very conspicuous target in the dark room. However, the butler asked at the door just now, "Who is there?", which shows that although the butler knew that there was someone in the room, he did not see who was standing in front of the picture frame.

...This is very strange.

Could it be that Wen Chen used some method just now?

Then why do you have to use the earliest hug trick to block the butler's search after this method works?

Mo Yi frowned in confusion and pursed his lips subconsciously.

The footsteps passed behind Mo Yi and walked towards the wall where the portrait was hanging.

Mo Yi suddenly remembered that the mirror had broken! Now inside the picture frame...?

His heart suddenly jumped, and he slowly turned his head. His eyes slowly turned toward the corners of his eyes as he moved. He could hear the clanging sound of his spine rubbing and turning in his ears, which seemed particularly clear in a dark and quiet room.

The butler's thin and black figure appeared on the edge of his sight, and the blurry outline almost merged with the darkness around him. He stood in front of the picture frame, as if he was tilting his head to look at the picture swallowed by the darkness. His figure almost completely blocked Mo Yi's vision, and he could not see anything in the darkness.

Mo Yi subconsciously tightened his fingers, and the beating of his heart became more and more rapid.

Suddenly, at this moment, the butler's figure suddenly faded, revealing the portrait in front of him. In the thick frame wrapped in golden silk, the rough canvas looked blurry and dull in the dark, the dried paint cracked and faded, leaving a deep shadow on the canvas. The woman with a blurred face stood quietly in the frame in a long skirt with invisible color, staring at the person outside the frame with her dim eyes.

Everything has returned to what it was before, and nothing seems to have happened.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and his eyes swept across the ground beside him in a slight sense - nothing, there were any fragments of glass and the residue of the mirror. The ground was clean, and only the dust that seemed to have been there for a century was quietly staying in the darkness.

It was like everything just his fantasy.

The next second, the housekeeper straightened up and heard a sound of cloth breaking through the air. The blurry portrait on the portrait was covered with pale plaques.

It turned out that he was bent down to pick up the fabric on the ground just now.

The butler slowly turned his emotionless face, carefully looked around the entire dark and quiet hall, and then walked towards the door of the side hall with his steady and even steps.

The sound of the door shaft creaking and the slight collision of the gently closed sounded not far away.

The side hall was once again covered by darkness and silence.

Mo Yi let out a breath silently, then took a few steps back, retreated from Wen Chen's arms, and he said softly:

"Thank you."

Wen Chen smiled silently, raised his fingers and gently rubbed his cheeks with his cold fingertips. A little cold touch rubbed against his cheeks that were slightly hot due to tension. The vivid touch brought by him seemed to awaken Mo Yi's memory.

He seemed to remember something, raised his hand and touched his face hard.

It doesn't hurt.

The sharp feeling of glass fragments passing through the cheeks before was like a mirror itself, disappearing without a trace. The touch on the face is smooth and flat, without any trace of injury.

Mo Yi raised his other clenched hand, and the knuckles were pale with excessive force. He slowly spread his fingers that were stiff to almost numb.

As he moved, the bright red blood slid down from his fingers and slid dripping into the darkness. Mo Yi continued his movements as if he could not detect the pain. His stiff five fingers finally opened completely. In the palm of his palm, which was intertwined with pale and bright red, half of the sharp broken lenses stained with blood were lying. The sharp edges were deeply trapped in the rolled flesh, and the blood flowed down the lines.

Mo Yi slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and his shoulders that had been tense just now finally relaxed.

Just now, when the fragment of glass hit him, he quickly caught it in the air with quick eyes and hands, and then held it tightly in the palm of his hand. He could hardly feel the pain due to excessive force.

——That’s great. Fortunately, this fragment was held by me, otherwise it would have disappeared without a trace like other scattered glass fragments.

Wen Chen gently dragged his palm half-spread in the air.

Mo Yi looked up at him and unexpectedly saw his frown and his tight lips unconsciously downward. His originally cold and profound facial features seemed to be tighter, and his light gray pupils seemed to be suppressed forcibly suppressing anger.

Wen Chen said nothing, but carefully picked out the fragments of the mirror from the wound in his palm.

Mo Yi, who was in a daze, took a breath of cold air inadvertently, and then he saw that Wen Chen's expression seemed to be even more depressed, and his poor face, which was already indifferent, became as solemn as a sculpture.

Mo Yi raised his other free hand and gently pointed Wen Chen's brow, and whispered: "Don't worry, I don't hurt."

Wen Chen didn't say anything, but just picked out the fragments of the glass more gently, and then looked up at him:

“…I don’t like you being hurt.”

His shallow gray eyes were filled with a faint fragility and anger.

Wen Chen lowered his head and gently kissed Mo Yi's pale fingertips, his cold lips and cold fingers were in contact, and he couldn't tell the difference between you and me for a while. He murmured in a low voice: "I'm just... angry with myself..."

His voice lowered afterwards, and even Mo Yi was so close to him that he couldn't hear it very clearly.

Mo Yi's fingertips moved slightly, his dark eyebrows and eyes drooped, staring at Wen Chen, and suddenly asked, "Is there any candy?"

Wen Chen was stunned and looked at him in confusion. Then he moved his fingertips slightly, and a round candy was stuffed into Mo Yi's palm that suddenly rose up by the mist.

He spread his palms and saw that the beautiful orange candy was bright and dreamy in the dim light. Mo Yi used one hand to reject Wen Chen's hand that reached out to help, and then tore the wrapping paper apart with some difficulty. He turned his fingertips skillfully and peeled the sugar ball out of it.

Mo Yi looked up at Wen Chen, raised his hand and pressed the candy against his lips without changing face. Then, he used a forceful, round candy ball hit Wen Chen's hard teeth, rubbed over his soft tongue and rolled into his mouth.

Wen Chen had candy in his mouth, his expression on his face was a little confused for a moment, and he stared at Mo Yi at a loss.

Mo Yi asked, "Is it sweet?"

Wen Chen's cold temperament was destroyed by the funny raised piece on his cheek. He looked back at him blankly and nodded hesitantly.

Mo Yi looked at Wen Chen and then said seriously:
Chapter completed!