Chapter 149:

Chapter 149
Mo Yi tightened his fingers and pulled down the white cloth. The fine dust instantly rose in the cold cellar room, and fluttered chaotically under the light of a flashlight.
He stepped back halfway to avoid the dust, and then looked intently behind the white cloth.
I saw a half-height oil painting framed in a heavy black wooden frame, hanging squarely in the center of the wall.
Inside the painting is a dignified aristocratic woman. This painting seems to be some age. Even if it is covered with white cloth, it cannot stop the invasion of dust. The paint on it is dry and cracked, making the whole painting look dim and fuzzy. But even so, the beauty of the person in the painting can still be discerned.
But ... no matter what, this is an ordinary painting.
Mo Yi frowned slowly, observing this half-height oil painting carefully by the light of a flashlight, looking at the unclear outline of the person in the painting, and then took a step forward, reaching out behind the frame Fumbled for a while-
No clue was found except dusty hands.
Mo Yi stepped back in a heavy expression, and Wen Yan, who stood aside, asked:
"how about it?"
His voice echoed in the empty, cold room, startled by the contemplative Mo Yi, he was a bit slow, and whispered to himself:
"That's the weirdest ..."
He turned to look at Wen Yan who was standing beside him, frowned tightly, and said hesitantly, "I found nothing."
After speaking, Mo Yi stepped back thoughtfully, then turned and walked to the piano covered by white cloth.
He reached out and lifted the white cloth above, and then tentatively pressed a note on it-a low, beautiful piano sound sounded briefly in the room, and then returned to silence.
Moi paused, then placed his hands on the black and white piano keys, slowly trying to press the other notes, not playing very skillfully-he was listening in this room before The melody stumbling sounded, the tune sounded low and melancholy, and it made people heavier from the bottom of their hearts.
His eyebrows narrowed tightly and he whispered:
"... I must have heard this melody somewhere."
Mo Yi's finger dropped with inertia and struck one of the piano keys. A sudden, discordant note sounded in the room. He stopped and stared at the piano, as if thinking about something.
After a few seconds, he seemed to think of something, looked up to Wen Yan, and asked hesitantly:
"Do you think the sound of this piano is exceptionally accurate?"
Mo Yi stepped back, looked at the piano, and then slowly said, "If the piano in this room has not been touched for a long time, as the housekeeper said, the sound of this piano will not be so Quasi. "
He frowned and stopped talking.
After a few minutes, Mo Yi took a deep breath, and then quickly moved forward a few steps, picked up the white cloth on the ground, re-covered the piano and oil painting, and restored the room to its original appearance. I said:
"Let's go."
Wen Yan turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow in doubt.
Mo Yi shrugged and replied, "All the" clues "I get in this room are scattered and unclear, but we have no condition to connect them now."
He turned his head to look around the whole dark room, and narrowed his eyes slowly:
"It's so normal ... it makes me feel wrong.
After speaking, Mo Yi turned and walked towards the door, followed by Wen Yan, the two restored the lock outside the side hall before leaving.
When walking to the lobby, Mo Yi observed the marble statue standing at the gate of the house for a few seconds. It was like Mo Yi saw it last time and showed no sign of movement. It looked as if it was just a simple death. Object-like, cold, standing there inanimately, watching everyone who passed by with pale eyes.
Mo Yi looked away and adjusted her agitated mood.
After all, this is a nine-day copy, and the clues must not be as dense as those with only a few hours of copying.
He breathed out slowly, and then whispered, "Let's go, we might catch up with their last course."
After that, the two walked along the original road towards the restaurant. They bypassed the corridor and walked up and down the stairs of different shapes. The house was too big. Mo Yi even suspected that he was lost from time to time.
Finally, they faintly heard the intertwined conversations and the faint melodious music.
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief as he was about to turn around the corner of the corridor in front of him, but Yu Guang saw the blurred figure on the carpet slowly zooming in—it was from the direction of the restaurant.
His heart tightened for a moment, and in his head flashed the way that Wen just made them invisible.
Mo Yi had no time to think about it, subconsciously pulled Wen Yan from his side, pushed it to the wall, and then quickly took a step forward, pressing his lips up.
The distance between the two people was drawn closer instantly, and the shadows of the corridor wall instantly encircled and surrounded them, with their noses intertwined, and they could almost see the slight curvature of the eyelashes of each other.
The footsteps behind him approached and turned directly into the corridor within milliseconds-then, Mo Yi heard the footsteps suddenly stop, and then a slight gasping sound sounded, listening in the quiet corridor It was sharp and abrupt.
Mo Yi's breath was a little, and he seemed to realize something.
He took a step back, pulling away the distance between the two, letting go of his hand resting on Wen Yi's shoulder, then slowly, turning his head to look side by side.
I saw a rookie player standing at the entrance of the corridor, covering his mouth with the palm of his hand, staring at the two dumbfounded, seemingly frightened.
Realizing that Mo Yi and Wen Yan's eyes fell on her body, the girl turned red, as if to bury her head under the carpet, and hurriedly and quickly explained: "I, I, I, I just came out to the toilet I'm sorry to bother you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-- "
She turned her head helplessly, and drove away in the opposite direction.
Mo Yi: "..."
Fine.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and turned to look at Wen Yan.
I saw Wen Yan standing against the wall, his collar spread loosely, revealing a small piece of pale skin, the deep features were divided by the dim light into clear light and dark boundaries, and the corners of his lips were clearly curved.
He stared at Mo Yi, his expression looking extremely innocent: "... it didn't work by this."
Mo Yi took a deep breath, biting his back molars, and said slowly:
"So ... then why did you do that before?"
Wen Yan straightened up, licked his wet lips, and looked at the mountains in the dim corridor with extra simple sensation. He answered in a serious manner:
"The situation."
Mo Yi breathed slowly and deeply, muttering countless sentences of innocence, and finally finally suppressed the emotions rising from her heart.
Immediately afterwards, a sense of weakness rose from the embers, and Mo Yi couldn't help raising his hands and pinching the bridge of his nose—I do n’t know why. Since Wen Yi began to be inseparable from him, his mood has been more abundant than before Already.
Just then, a trot's footsteps sounded from the other corridor on the side.
The blushing newcomer buried his head and ran back from the direction he left before, whispering as he passed Mo Yi: "... I'm sorry the toilet is not in that direction."
Mo Yi: "..."
He took a deep breath and whispered to Wen Yan: "... Go, go in."
Unexpectedly, after entering the door, the housekeeper was not in the restaurant, and the pale and stiff maids still dutifully adhered to their posts, and delivered the delicate dishes to the table one by one, puppet-like. Serving the players, the room is brightly lit, musicians in tuxedos play melodious music, and the atmosphere in the entire restaurant looks extraordinarily relaxed, and almost no longer looks like a copy.
Mo Yishi ate something in a hurry, while watching the audience absently at the dinner table, while watching the audience, he noticed that for such a long time, the gloomy housekeeper also once Never appeared.
At the end of the dinner time, the crowd dispersed, and the previous maids led them to their room.
Mo Yi and Wen Yi also returned to their room. After a brief wash, Mo Yi sat cross-legged on the soft bed, frowning and contemplating the discovery tonight, trying to piece together cluttered clues in his mind.
Just then he seemed to hear something.
Mo Yi froze, looked up, and listened carefully to--
The thin gossamer and low whimper came through the thick walls, which made people wonder if it was their own hallucination.
Mo Yi looked at Wen Yan: "Did you hear--?"
Wen Yan nodded.
Mo Yi stood up immediately, one stood up from the bed, then hurriedly picked up his backpack from the corner of the room, then opened the door and ran outside, and said decisively, "Go, see."
In the dimly lit corridor, the low cry seemed to be more pronounced-Mo Yi was surely not his own hearing this time.
He hurried along in the direction of his voice, and the cry in his ear sounded somber and soaked in the dark and cold corridor, gradually clearing as he approached, becoming like ... The ears rang loudly.
Mo Yi could not help feeling a bit cold behind him, he took a deep breath and quickened his pace.
The next second, the cry stopped abruptly.
Mo Yi stopped slowly, and he saw a small door slit open in front of him. Bright light came through the door gap, leaving a bright light mark on the carpet in the corridor.
Mo Yi's gaze was stagnant.
He smelled the familiar smell of the air—the smell of rusty rust mixed with the cold and sweet scent.
The smell of blood.
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