Chapter 173

Wen Chen stared at Mo Yi in a daze. His light-colored pupils appeared in a dark and hazy gray under the dim light. The thin lips were gently pursed. The anger and frustration deep in his eyes were unknowingly retracted, as if the sky cleared after a storm, or the delicate beach with shallow lines after the tide receded.

He curled his lips with restraint, a faint smile streaked across his face, and said in a deep voice:

"……good."

Mo Yi vaguely saw a faint mist gathering in the darkness quickly, and a soft touch brushed across his lips. It seemed that the hard thing wrapped in it pressed against the teeth through the differential lips, making a "knock" sound, and the sweet and fragrant smell of strawberries spread across the nose.

In the blurred light in the side hall, Wen Chen leaned forward, attached his lips to his lips, and used his cold tongue to send a round strawberry candy ball into Mo Yi's mouth. The sweet candy smell burst out quickly on the tip of his tongue. The slightly sour orange smell and the sweet strawberry smell mixed and spread out in his mouth, making the rich sweetness curled up from his fingertips slide from the root of his tongue to his throat.

The two quickly separated. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, licked the sugar ball with a light orange on his cheek, and said meaningfully:

“It’s quite sweet.”

Wen Chen's ears began to burn uncontrollably. He stared deeply at Mo Yi's eyes with his hot gaze that suddenly burned, his voice hoarse and depressing:

"you--"

Mo Yi restrained the soft colors that appeared on his face and replied seriously:

"Of course I'm talking about sugar."

“…so.”

Wen Chen was not disappointed at all, and the curve of the corners of his lips became more and more obvious. He quickly moved forward and licked Mo Yi's warm lips. His slightly hoarse voice was low and gentle: "—— Then I'll just say you."

Mo Yi coughed restraintly, calmed down the smile on his lips, and then tried hard to get the topic back:

"Okay, we haven't finished searching this side hall yet."

As he said that, he wanted to pull his palm out of Wen Chen's hand, but Wen Chen was pulled:

"etc."

Wen Chen took out the alcohol and bandages for the wound from the backpack Mo Yi carried with him, and simply treated the palm of his hand that had already removed the glass residue and then bandaged it carefully. Finally, he walked around his thumb and tied a delicate bow on the back of his hand. After carefully examining his masterpiece, he finally nodded reluctantly and said:

"It's OK now."

Mo Yi moved his slightly sore wrist. He felt that the bandage did not affect the flexibility of his palms at all, and said with a smile: "Thank you."

After saying that, he subconsciously looked up and looked deeply at the oil paintings covered with snow-white cloth on the wall beside him. His dark eyebrows and eyes slowly sank. The relaxed freehand painting between his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be instantly covered by deep thoughtful dark clouds. His dark eyes were like an abyss, staring at the white cloth covered with oil painting thoughtfully.

He still remembered the words written on it before. If the butler had not come to interrupt the process just now, Mo Yi would have known what the painting wanted to tell him, and now he only knew the incomplete part of the word - SIS.

What exactly does this mean? What will the complete content be?

Mo Yi's brows slowly frowned, and deep marks were carved between his eyebrows. He took a deep breath, gathered his slightly messy thinking, then turned his gaze and looked at Wen Chen, saying:

"Let's go, let's go and see the secret room before."

After saying that, the two walked towards the depths of the side hall. The furniture of various sizes, covered with pale white fabric, rose and fell in the dark. The blurred outline divided the room into several parts and appeared in front of Mo Yi like a maze. He groped between these pale furniture according to his last memory. The flashlight lit up in his hand swung past the narrow dark road in front of him, illuminating the furniture of different sizes and coffins.

After passing through layers of obstacles, Mo Yi finally arrived at the location where he discovered the dark room last time.

He stepped forward a few steps, skillfully lifting the fine textured blanket hanging on the wall.

The rising dust flew up and down in front of me, and it was flying like a disturbed mosquito under the light of the flashlight. Mo Yi raised his hand and aimed the light of the flashlight in his hand below the blanket, but he couldn't help but pause slightly.

The last time I saw a secret door that was almost integrated with the texture of the wall. I could hardly see the cracks without looking carefully. It seemed that it was built for the purpose of fear of being found, but this time... it was completely different from before.

I saw a dark gray door suddenly inlaid on the pearl-colored wall. The lines on it were intertwined into quaint and simple patterns, casting thin shadow lines under the light of the flashlight. Although the texture is almost the same as the wall, the distinctive color difference and completely different patterns tell the viewer very naturally and without concealment - there is a door here.

strangeness……

Mo Yi frowned in confusion. He stepped forward and reached out to push the door in front of him tentatively.

No lock.

The door panel slid silently into the darkness. This time it did not get stuck in the middle, but opened very directly.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Wen Chen, and then the two slowly walked into the door. The light inside was very dim, as if all the light was swallowed by the darkness. The rich dust and decay smell came over the face, almost choking Mo Yi.

He wrinkled his nose, pursed his lips slightly, and shone the flashlight into the room-

The door behind it is not the same deep corridor as last time, but a very narrow space, which quickly fully displays the whole picture under the moving light of the flashlight.

It seems to be a utility room.

Mo Yi stood there slowly and turned around. The round column of light in the flashlight moved in the room with his movements. He saw that the utensils were filled with dusty furniture and old objects. They were covered with a layer of gray in the darkness, and quietly exuded the old aura in the corner of the room.

The corridor and room he saw after opening the door last time seemed like an illusion, and were replaced by the gray and dirty utility room in front of him like smoke.
Chapter completed!