Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 195

Mo Yi slowly looked around at the servants around him, squinting his eyes calmly.

Although he has waited for this opportunity for a long time, but now he hastily and eagerly responded to the request of the party, coupled with the cool-down time of the props, it is obvious that he is putting himself in a dangerous situation where he cannot escape. Unwise.

Mo Yi smiled politely and calmly:

"If he wants to see me, let him come to me in person."

After finishing, he wiped the steward's shoulders without changing his face, and continued to walk forward, his steps were stable and stable, as if the group of people surrounded by him were pale and stiff, almost like human servants did not exist. of.

There was silence in the hallway, and only a slight sound of footsteps steadily stepping on the soft carpet was heard.

-No one came forward to stop.

When Mo Yi turned around the corner at the end of the corridor, he glanced at the place where he stood before without a trace, his heart could not help but jump slightly-there were countless expressionless pale faces in the dimly lit corridor, all dressed The servants of Banzheng's black-and-white uniform are watching the direction they left, while the steward is standing in front of everyone, his eyes are staring at him with empty and dark eyes, which contain a vague and ominous meaning.

They walked along the empty corridor.

Mo Yimei wrinkled slightly, and there was an unspeakable sense of uneasiness in his heart. He knew that the other party would never give up. After all, his prompt was basically equivalent to breaking up the other party ’s layout. Now it ’s too late to rebuild the killing method. Now-he was forcing the other side to show up, but Mo Yi also knew that the other side would not give up easily.

They have returned to the door of the room.

Mo Yi pushed the door of the room open with a thoughtful look, and then seemed to think of something, turning his head to Wen Yan and saying:

"Yes, that ..."

Before he finished speaking, he just felt a huge pull behind him, tearing him back unexpectedly, and the whole person fell down without warning--

In the chaotic and upside-down eyes, he saw a pale arm stretched out in the dark frame, his blue fingers wrapped tightly around his shoulders, and the door not far from him at the same time seemed to have Life closed like a mighty force, blocking Wen Yan's shocked face from the door.

Mo Yi's back banged heavily against the hard picture frame, and a drowsy moment of pain hit him. The heavens and the earth turned around, and his consciousness was dragged into the darkness by a force that could not be resisted.

For a while, he seemed to hear Wen Yan's anger but panic, but he couldn't tell what Wen was saying. In his sight, he saw fog madly pouring into the room from the gap and bottom of the door panel, and in the air. Condensing the translucent silhouette of the palm,

Mo Yi struggled and stretched out his hand. His soft arm lifted up and seemed to want to hold those two-handed hands, but one second before the fingertips touched—

Immediately before his eyes became dark.

The arms yanked him into the painting.

The nausea and dizziness brought by the concussion covered Mo Yi's vision with a hazy screen, and everything looked blurry. Even if he tried to open his eyes, he still couldn't see the sight in front of him. He I felt like I was being pushed down by the turbulent tide. The arms that pulled him in were no longer there, and the eyes seemed to be a world submerged in paint, pale marbled limbs Floating up and down in the paint, but Mo Yi reached out and could not touch the slightest. Everything around him was empty, and the powerlessness covered him.

The vision of a withered rose seemed to flash.

But before Mo Yi could catch her look, her whirlpool of attractiveness suddenly pulled him in.

After spinning around for a while, Mo Yi felt that he fell heavily on the hard floor, his limbs and torso were faintly sore, and his brain was buzzing. He struggled to stand up, holding the only hand around him. The support, there is still wave after wave of vertigo in the line of sight, to see everything is a vague ghost.

Mo Yi closed her eyes tightly and pressed her forehead against the cold wall, waiting for the menacing vertigo to pass.

The flood of nausea in the body finally receded a little, and Mo Yi slowly opened his eyes, and the double image in front of him was also lightened. Although still a little fuzzy, he could basically see the sight in front.

He couldn't help it.

On the wall I just supported myself, there were countless oil paintings crooked, each of them was a frame made of black wood around gold wire, and the painting closest to myself was a naked pale The woman lay quietly on the blood-stained red satin, the whole head rolled down, a pair of dark eyes covered with faint gray, half-opened, and stared at the outside peacefully.

This is ... the picture hanging in his room.

And it should be a finished version that would only show up if you died.

——I should have been pulled in from this painting just now.

Mo Yi slowly took a few steps back and looked up at all the paintings hanging on the wall. He quickly recognized several familiar faces: a still life hung on the top right of the wall, with several bottles and The bite of the apple, the bottle in the corner of the picture quietly poured, the black viscous liquid flowing out of the bottle mouth, like a bitter texture on the tablecloth. The oil painting hanging directly above the wall is a roaring ocean. The dark blue and dark black waves intersect in the thunder and thunder. The dark ocean is bottomless, and there are many more. Familiar picture.

-These are all pictures that hang in the dead player's room.

So ... in this way, every painting in the player's room leads here.

Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, but suddenly found a place he hadn't noticed just now-looking through the gap between oil painting and oil painting, I can see that the color of the wall is familiar brass, as if Yes-like the gate.

He took a sip of cool air and turned away sharply, his eyes carefully looking at the room where he was.

Dried and semi-dried paint seems to be coming in from gaps in all directions, bulging in the gaps between the ceiling wall and the ground, as if there are countless overlapping tumor-like bulges in ugly shapes, countless white broken tables and chairs Quietly sinking in the hard block between paint and paint, it seems that it is old, the surface is mottled and yellowed, but it is still recognizable-this is the table and chairs in the room where the wedding was held.

However, the walls and ceiling in the room are dazzling scarlet, and although the ornate decoration is faded and dusty, it still looks like the room where the ball is held.

In other words, they are originally the same room.

Mo Yi's gaze was suddenly attracted somewhere in front of him. He slowly walked forward, stretched out his hand and opened the old curtain that was hanging heavily in front of his eyes, his vision became clearer—

I saw at the end of the room, in the depth of the fungus forest formed by the solidification of pigments, there was a shrine covered by dust, which was almost indistinguishable from the shape. The altar was supposed to be the vow of the newlyweds, but it stood quietly With a dark coffin, the coffin was twined with fine gold wires around the heavy dark wood like night, and shimmered in the dim light.

The coffin looked smooth and brand-new, without a trace of dust on it, which looked extraordinarily strange among countless accumulations of solidified paint and old rotten utensils.

Mo Yi saw what seemed to be fuzzy bumps on the cover of the coffin.

When he came closer, he realized that it was only a withered rose.

Mo Yi frowned slowly and looked up at the whole room. The uneven walls of the room mixed the characteristics of the two rooms. The paleness of the wedding room was superimposed on the scarlet of the prom room. The luxurious decoration and plain yarn The curtains are separated from each other, and the numerous solidified raised pigments have almost divided the room into two completely parallel but interconnected rooms, which can not help but have a strange sense of space and time.

This room hidden behind a brass door is like the heart of an entire house.

The oil painting hanging on the door and the oil painting in the player's room are connected to each other, like the blood vessels tightly connected to the heart, linking this room with the rest of the house, and here is the core and soul of the whole house .

Mo Yi felt his heart slowly clinging to the imagination that came to his mind.

He took a deep breath and retracted his gaze from this almost unrecognizable room.

At this moment, the voice of a familiar man sounded in his ear. The voice seemed to come from all directions in the room, like a huge net covering Mo Yi, the voice was low but young, slowly. Chanting:

"There is an anxious cellar, and fate has left me there; the pink merry sunshine can't get in, and I am alone with the gloomy night **** ..."

Mo Yi froze and suddenly realized what the other person was thinking--

This is a chapter in "The Flower of Evil", called "A Ghost", and the other party is chanting the first paragraph of the poem, "Night".

This poem is not a very famous chapter in the flower of evil, and Mo Yi himself has not studied much about Baudelaire, so he is not very familiar with this poem, only knowing what it was at the beginning of this copy The verse provided is quoted from this poem-"a ghost".

With the slow and long chant of the male voice, Mo Yi was able to feel that his long impression of the poem slowly emerged.

"... a graceful and shining ghost, occasionally shining, stretching, and unfolding again, until the whole figure is revealed"

Mo Yi froze.

ghost?

He has n’t waited for him to think deeper, just listening to the man ’s low recitation reached the second part [Aroma]:

"... The deep and strange charm is intoxicating, the days of the past are now reappearing! The lover picks the beautiful flowers of the memory on the treasured body ..."

fragrance.

Mo Yi's eyes sank slowly, and now he fully remembered the content of the entire poem. The two parts of the male voice [frame] and [portrait] have not been read yet, and at the beginning of the copy The hint is taken from the [Portrait] section.

He exhaled slowly, feeling the slight sullenness in his chest.

The hint at the beginning of the copy is far more than the rules of black and white and red, but the metaphor of the entire copy structure! The four parts of the poem "A Ghost": night, fragrance, frame, portrait, each paragraph can be found in this copy with rules and key clues that can be matched.

It can even be said-this poem is the basis and skeleton of this copy.

But ... why? With so many masterpieces in Baudelaire, why did you choose this one?

And more importantly, if this copy was built according to this poem, is the context of the copy that I had roughly conceived before still valid?

Mo Yi's eyebrows were tightly frowned, and his mind was chaotic, as if it were agitated pool water. The rotten leaves and sludge deposited on the bottom of the pond were stirred up, making his eyes chaotic and hazy, unable to see through them. The meaning of the scattered clues is deep, but his heart knows very clearly that everything is connected, and he only needs to find one of the key points.

The man was still chanting the poem "A ghost" low, which was the third time.

Mo Yiyuan's thoughts were pulled back, and he looked up in doubt, trying to tell where the sound came from, but still returned without success. He frowned and thought--

The steward said that his master wanted to see him, but Mo Yi had entered this room for a long time, but he still hadn't seen the person who was said to see him.

And ... why read this poem over and over?

Is it suggesting something?

Mo Yi froze suddenly, as if he was startled by one of his thoughts, his eyebrows tightened, the next second, he moved suddenly, and he walked quickly toward the direction when he came, and then He slammed his steps in front of the brass-colored door, staring closely at the countless paintings hanging on the door.

He stared at a painting near the right side of the gate, then bent down and picked it off.

The picture depicts a dark cellar with cold, gray light coming in through a narrow window in the cellar.

After taking off the oil painting, Mo Yi noticed that when the male voice began to recite the fourth time, he did not read the first paragraph of the poem [the dark night]. He turned the oil painting in his hands to the back, only Seeing a line of vague words written in handwriting on the back of the canvas, it is the phrase in [The Night]: "There is a cellar of anxiety and unpredictability. Fate has left me there."

Mo Yi's eyes lit up slowly.

He left the painting aside, and then began to look on the wall for the possible picture of each paragraph in the poem. After he finally found the fourth painting and took it off, his ears have been from the beginning. The male voice chanting the verse stopped suddenly, and the air became extremely silent, almost making Mo Yi feel a little uneasy.

Just then, a soothing sound came from behind him, as if the bones were rubbing against each other, as if something was breaking into fine fragments--

Mo Yi turned his head back, and saw that the wall covered by the condensed paint behind the altar slowly cracked into a spider web-like crack, and the pieces of paint fell to the ground, and then, As the large pieces of pigment peeled downwards, it was seen that there were unsolidified viscous pigments converging into a torrent and rushing out of the wall.

The tar-like viscous pigment exudes a strong and pungent taste, mixed with a light sweet smell.

Mo Yi slowly walked towards the cracked gap, the light inside was really dim, there was almost no visibility, and he could only see the vaguely semi-solidified pigments forming a strange structure. It looked like a weird cave. He walked to the altar and faintly saw that there seemed to be something moving in the cave covered by paint.

The sticky and creamy sound came slowly from the darkness with a tinge of coldness.

Mo Yi's eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he saw a skinny man lying in the semi-solidified paint.

The man's face was covered with paint, and his face was pale as if he were dead. A pair of black eyes were half chaotic and half clear, staring at him tightly, only the skinny fingers holding the paintbrush tightly There was still a slow drip of paint on it, and in front of him was a huge canvas on which was a familiar portrait of a woman who had faded and faded, and no color had been added.

There was a paranoid and crazy light in his eyes, as if the unconscious expression made people shudder, and he was still muttering something in his mouth, listening carefully, he could still recognize it vaguely. I was chanting Baudelaire's verse.

-This should be the Mr. De Klaus.

But Mo Yi's attention was attracted tightly by his wrist, and his heartstrings slowly tightened.

A thin layer of paint was wrapped around the man's thin bones, and a long line was drawn on it, reaching into the semi-melted paint in the cave, looking like ...

He is locked here.

So ... who locked him?

Mo Yi's mind was in confusion. He subconsciously tightened his fingers, and his manicured nails were deeply embedded in the soft palm, but he seemed to be ignorant.

At this moment, he felt the cold touch coming from the root of his ring finger of his left hand, as if a soft finger was brushing at the base of his finger, bringing a shudder on his skin, like-- himself The touch I felt when I was in the corridor was similar to Mo Yi, who thought it was Wen Yan, but Wen Yan was standing on his right, and his left was empty.

He turned his head sharply!

I saw a vague white shadow on my left side. When I noticed Mo Yi's line of sight, the white shadow could barely recognize the facial features and slowly grinned a big smile.

Mo Yi slammed coldness behind his back, and suddenly the alarm bell in his head made him move quickly, but his feet seemed unable to move as if taking root. He glanced down, but found that the thick paint beneath his feet was smooth. Climbing up his own calf made him completely unable to move his body, as if the body's tactile senses had failed instantly.

After just a few seconds, the white shadow disappeared.

The paint under the feet dried up as if they had lost moisture, and fell down the floor along Mo Yi's clothes.

Mo Yi raised his left hand—the cold touch on his fingers.

I saw my ring finger upright, with a golden ring squarely, and the ring of the tail snake style wrapped tightly around his finger root. It seemed to be tailor-made for him, and the pigeon's blood-red gemstone on it. A faint red light shone in the light, like snake eyes.

The chills of cold rose from the bottom of his heart, Mo Yi gritted his teeth, and pulled the ring on his finger down.

But the ring seemed to be stuck on his fingers and couldn't be taken off.

He brought two rings in total. The first time, the ring was obviously larger than his own finger. The second time, although Mo Yi's consciousness was not very clear at that time, he was still vague. I remember that when I pulled the ring down, the edge of the ring scratched the skin of my finger.

The ring is gradually shrinking-until now, it has finally completely shrunk to the size that fits your fingers.

This copy does have the latter.

But it was not the one Mo Mo had previously thought.

But two.

One is Mr. Claus. He is a painter. He paints the oil painting over and over. It is also Sisyphus who suffered in this reincarnation. The other is the white shadow that locked Claus in it. From the beginning of the copy, it started to guide the player step by step to the depth of the copy, and it also prompted Mo Yi in the corridor to bring him a ring.

Then-who is Bai Ying?

Mo Yi's hands and feet were cold, and he turned and hurriedly ran to the coffin in the altar. He pushed the coffin board away with all his strength and only heard the sound of "Dangdang". The heavy and hollow sound, the contents of it revealed as the coffin board was removed.

I saw nothing in the bright red silk of the coffin.

There was a soft footstep in Mo Yi's buzzing ears. He turned around, followed the sound and looked behind him, and saw a familiar figure standing straight behind him-the housekeeper didn't know When did he appear in this chaotic and distorted room, he is still wearing a very dark uniform, pale and stiff face looks like he was stung with an inappropriate mask, a pair of dark and hollow eyes Gazing straight at Mo Yi.

I saw the butler pressing his right hand on his left chest, then slowly bent down, and gave a standard gift to Mo Yi.

His somber and alienated voice became respectful and docile, shouting softly:

"--the host."

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Don't worry, all questions will be answered in the next chapter.

Amway sighed on the friend of the base, "No talking to me!" 》 By three thousand dreams

[Swen scum scum winner x attack just outside the question]

Yu Sheng was born with a crow's mouth, a good and a bad spirit.

In the final exam before the summer of the second year of high school, Yu Sheng, the "problem boy" of Megatron 3 Middle School, put his poisoned milk into the elite summer league of provincial universities with his strength.

He was also selected as a partner by the first place in the provincial demonstration high school next door.

In the afternoon before the college entrance examination, Xiao Ye, who had never been counselled in school, was aggressive and put the most ruthless words on the first tutor who forcibly came to his door—

You were almost late for the exam!

The answer card was almost unpainted!

Composition almost digression!

The proctor teacher will turn around you!

It can only be fifty points higher than the second in the city!

...

Later, as the province's science champion who was 50% higher than the second, Jin Lintao faced the swarming media and responded with such excellent results when he answered extremely cleanly and concisely.

"Study hard, review science, and set your mind right."

Jin Linhuan: "Then find a little crow and fall in love."

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