Chapter 155:

Chapter 155
While other players hurriedly walked into their room, Mo Yi and Wen Yan also returned to their room.
The oil painting near the door of the room hung quietly on the wall. The woman in the painting was pale and red. The naked body seemed to be dazzling in a hazy shadow, and the blood on her neck became clearer, looking like a human head from afar Separated, bright red sheets underneath her pale limbs constitute a weird and weird picture.
Mo Yi stared at the painting, then turned to look at Wen Yan, and said calmly: "Based on how the painting looks now, I think I will most likely be the next one."
Wen Yan didn't answer directly, but turned his gaze and swiped around the oil painting, ticked his lips, and a light contempt flashed in the light-colored eyes.
Mo Yi sighed and reached out to smell Wen Chi's chin: "I know you have no problem protecting me from the copy ..."
Wen Yan raised his eyebrows, seeming to be questioning—then what do you say?
Mo Yi stared at Wen Yan's eyes and said earnestly, "But sometimes, wealth and danger are sought, so ... I would like to ask you to do me a favor."
Wen Yan realized Mo Yi's voice-over, his eyes sank slightly, his lip line tightened slightly, and he frowned repulsively.
Mo Yi reluctantly increased a little bit of strength on his hand. He naturally touched the curve of the jaw jaw with his fingertips and continued to say, "It is not for you to completely ignore my safety, but ... if I am in danger Don't immediately resolve, give me some time to observe. "
Wen Yan still frowned, his light eyes stared at Mo Yi tightly and said lowly, "But ..."
Mo Yi interrupted him and slowly added: "Besides, if it's really dangerous, I have props for emergency."
Wen Yan slowly exhaled, reaching out and holding Mo Yi's hand on his cheek to his lips, gently falling a cold kiss, and whispering, "... well."
Mo Yi leaned closer and kissed his lips, "Good."
After he did this, neither of them could stop.
Mo Yi's gaze flickered slightly over the pale cheeks that smelled bloody, and he coughed slightly, seeming to want to say something.
But at this moment, Wen Yan rushed forward without warning, deepening the simple touch between the lip and the lips into a short and fierce kiss. After a few seconds, the two parted breathlessly.
Mo Yi sighed, then broke the jar and broke his hand and rubbed Wenyan's hair vigorously, saying, "Okay, come and help."
Wen Yan wore some messy hair and a light smile in his light eyes, he said, "Wait a minute."
At the end of the speech, he raised his hand around Mo Yi's wrist, and ran his fingers gently across his wrist bones. When he let go, Mo Yi saw that a light gray mist had formed on his wrist. The bracelet was almost the same as the last one, and he stumbled, only to hear that he said in his ear: "Just in case."
Mo Yi didn't care, just nodded slightly, then turned his head again to look at the oil painting hanging in the corner of the corner.
He frowned, then raised his hand and took it off the wall of his room--
It was so easy that there was almost no resistance, as if it was just an ordinary oil painting.
He thought for a few seconds, opened the door and took the oil painting out, then he opened an empty room at the end of the corridor and put the oil painting against the wall.
When Mo Yi returned to the room again, when he opened the door, he found that the faint painting was still hanging on the wall quietly, as if he had never left.
It seems that it is no use just to take the oil painting away from the room.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, raised his hand again to remove the oil painting from the wall, and then pulled the canvas of the oil painting out of the frame, and then turned around and handed it to Wen Yan
I saw Wen Yi stroked down with his fingertips gently, and only heard the harsh and sharp tear of the cloth, the oil painting was shattered into two halves, and the dust and paint fragments were falling to the ground.
Mo Yi threw the broken frame and canvas at his feet casually, and then looked up again at the wall that seemed empty because of the loss of hanging pictures-something strange happened.
I saw the pale color slowly appearing on the dark red wallpaper, and then the outline gradually became clear, and she became a woman lying on her back, her pale face closed her eyelids tightly, her expression calm and quiet, and a blood stain Crossing her slender neck.
Immediately after, there were blood-red sheets under her body, spreading flowing blood, and the texture of the canvas that gradually appeared.
Finally, there is a dark frame with gold threads.
It looks as if this oil painting "grows" directly from the wall. The entire process takes place in front of Mo Yi's eyes, only a few dozen seconds before and after.
He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and picked up the canvas that Wen Wen had cut into two, which he threw to the ground, unrolled them and smoothed them, and saw only a blank space on it.
Mo Yi turned and ran to the room where he had just put the removed oil painting-sure enough, the oil painting leaning against the wall also turned into a blank space, and it seemed like a blank canvas from the beginning. general.
He took a deep breath slowly, his eyes frowning.
It seems that unless this wall can be destroyed, I am afraid that this oil painting cannot be removed from the wall.
And according to the usual habits of the copy ... the possibility of this approach is very small.
Mo Yi left the empty room and slowly walked into his room, looking up and thinking while walking. At this moment, his nose seemed to smell something strange—it seemed to be some kind of spice. The burning taste, the cold and sweet taste spread slowly, making him stop involuntarily.
The corridor in front of him seemed to be endlessly stretched, and there was a dark darkness in front of him.
There was silence in my ears.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi heard that there seemed to be a slight sobbing sound, and the crying hairspring echoed in the cold and empty hallway, entangled with him if he was away from the ground.
Mo Yi footsteps, and at this moment, the wall of the corridor next to him began to seep blood slowly, it seems that there are some wounds hidden under the thin wallpaper, which are usually stained with dark red blood, and then fainted. The opened blood stains slowly meandered downward, and the sloppy blood flow converged into a large stream of blood, which quickly poured onto the carpet, and the thick smell spread.
The blood on the ground began to flow, as if guided by some strange power and spread, leaving a strange empty space in the middle of the carpet-it looked like ... like the woman lying on his back in the oil painting.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly and stood quietly waiting.
I saw the relief on the ground slowly manifesting, the woman's pale and undulating limbs lying in a pool of blood, and then ... Mo Yi's ears seemed to capture something strange sound--
It seemed to be whispering, it seemed to be crying, and it seemed to be chanting, it sounded chaotically and vaguely in the ear.
Seems like ... is sounding from behind.
Mo Yi held his breath subconsciously and slowly turned his head to look behind him, only to see that the corridor behind him was twisted as if twisted by the whole, as if disturbed by the whole mess, all colors were mixed together, Spreading from the deep black cave like a black hole towards Mo Yi's feet, he felt almost sucked in ...
Then he heard a clear and deep voice, slowly reading the broken sentence: "... a headless corpse on a thirst-relieving pillow, like a river, was flowing red and active blood, making the sheets as ranch-like Drink greedily ... "
This is the poem hidden behind the oil painting.
Mo Yi's hand slowly exuded cold sweat. He was silently chanting the name of the prop in his heart. The surface of the cold and smooth glass beads was stiff in his palm. He stared at the slowly moving corridor and stared at the corridor. Shattered and melted the general color, the eyes were slightly astringent, but they did not dare to blink, for fear of missing any clues.
The river of blood flowing down the wall reached the ankles, and Mo Yi felt a pair of cold palms slowly climbing up his calf.
He looked down and saw the woman in the painting lying on his back, his thin, pale arms wrapped around his legs like snakes, and the raging blood spread from the fracture on her neck. Gently opened, revealing a lifeless gray film covering the dim black eyes.
These were eyes belonging to the corpse, but he was staring at him tightly at the moment.
Mo Yi's fingers tightened slowly--
Just then, he felt the pull on his wrist suddenly clear.
Immediately afterwards, a whirlwind of feeling suddenly struck, as if putting Mo Yi into the washing machine and stirring it, his strange feelings occupied his body and mind. He heard the slow chanting voice suddenly become sharp in his ear, as if The sound of scratching the glass with your nails is the same--
Mo Yi opened his eyes suddenly, panting in a big mouth.
He found himself lying in Wen Yi's arms at this moment, the other hand was tightly wrapped around his wrist, like a hoop on his wrist bone.
The nose smelled a strong smell.
Mo Yi looked up with some difficulty, and looked at himself-only to see that he was naked. The exposed skin was covered with a thin layer of blood, as if he was secreting blood from the pores, as he looked up Mo Yi felt warm liquid flowing down his cheeks.
He struggled to raise his hand and saw the bright red on his hands.
Wen Yan brought a towel to help him wipe away the blood on his face and body, then helped him stand up and asked in a low voice:
"Are you ok?"
Mo Yi was nodding, just listening to the noise coming out of the door. Someone ran across the corridor, and a half-spoken word passed into the ear through the wall and half-covered door:
"... Someone else ... seems to die ..."
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