Congratulations on Your Successful Escape - Chapter 164

Chapter 164

The room was silent, and the dark red walls enveloped the space in the room. It seemed to be more red and dazzling in the light, as if even the long and pale face of the housekeeper standing at the door was printed with a light layer. Red.

Just then, a low moan groaned behind the crowd, breaking the silence in the room.

The players followed the sound and saw that the player who had collapsed to the ground finally seemed to be awake from the coma.

He supported the ground with the palm of his hand, and lifted his upper body from the ground with difficulty, turning his pale face confused and bewildered, looking at all the strange things in front of him, and asked with a husky, dry voice:

“Fa … what happened?”

The butler’s unwavering gaze stayed on his figure for a second, then he looked away indifferently.

His voice sounded in the cold and depressed space:

“It’s getting late now, presumably you are very tired today.”

After speaking, the housekeeper slowly took a step back and let it go sideways. He continued, “Please follow the maid back to your room and rest.”

Players were afraid to hurriedly leave this uncomfortable room behind them. After everyone rushed out from the open brass door, the voice of the housekeeper sounded again: “Tomorrow is Mr. Claus. It ’s wedding with his wife. Please take a good rest and bring your invitation. ”

The players were shaken, turning their heads and looking behind them at the same time, and saw the butcher’s thin and dark figure standing outside the bright red room. Half of the pale face was printed in red, and the light red eyes were floating on the black paint. His lips, which had been raised from a carefully calculated angle all the time, seemed to be grinning a bit bigger, and it was creepy.

I saw him slowly bowing and saluting, and the brass door closed slowly behind him, closing the empty room behind him.

Tomorrow is the wedding.

This idea shuddered all the players, and no one knew what would happen tomorrow. This heart-warming unknown made everyone unbearably heavy and frightened, and silently followed the maid who was already waiting in the outer hall to walk outward.

Mo Yi and Wen Yan followed the maid leading the way out of the hall. The dim lights on the wall around them illuminated the corridor, but the front was still dark, and the air was silent. Only the slight sound of footsteps on the carpet could be heard. .

After a long time, the maid walking ahead finally stopped-their room was here.

The two entered the room, the door of the room closed behind them, and the maid in the dark corridor stared at their faces pale and rigidly behind them, leaving only a quiet and closed space.

Mo Yi stretched out his hand slightly and inserted his fingers. He pulled it into the bow tie, letting the tedious uncle relax a little, then exhaled slowly, and stopped his hand a little irritably.

Wen Yan came forward, lowered his head slightly, and his long fingers deftly helped Mo Yi to solve the messy and tangled neckline that he dragged. Mo Yi lifted his head slightly along his movements, pulled his neck and hard throat. The outline of the bone is firm and beautiful, and it trembles with breathing, the neckline is slightly spread out, and the pale and thin collarbone is half-hidden in the complicated collar, reflecting a slightly moist light under the light.

Wen Yan’s eyes were dark in color, and the movement under his fingers could not help slowing down involuntarily.

The distance between the two did not know when it became very close, as if you could see the flutter of the other person’s eyelashes.

He lowered his head uncontrollably, and put his lips lightly on Mo Yi’s neck. The cold and soft lip was printed on the over-heated skin, which made Mo Yi Bing a spirit.

Mo Yi frowned, reached up and put his fingers into Wen Wen’s soft hair, forcing him to look up at himself.

He squinted a pair of dark eyes, the abyss-like eyes looked dull, and there was cold light in the light.

Then he leaned forward without warning, biting Wen’s lips hard, sharp canine teeth biting on his cold lips, and the sweet smell of blood was exchanged between the lips and teeth.

Wen Yi then kissed back even harder, and the two men’s original standing posture became a little stingy. If it was not for Mo Yi to support the bed with his hands in time, they would fall to the bed.

Mo Yi’s fingers slid down from Wen Yan’s skull, pressed against his back neck, and pulled the distance between the two.

The strange emotions that have been stagnating in the ballroom just now have finally been vented. Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath, making her somewhat unstable rapid breathing evenly, narrowing her eyes and staring at Wen Yanjin. Immediate face-his pale, thin lips stained with a little blood, is obviously his own masterpiece.

Wen Yan stared at Mo Yi with those light-colored eyes, and only the breathing of the two of them could be heard in the room.

Mo Yi rubbed his fingertips against the icy skin on the back of the neck, and the light reflected in the calm eyes, like the thin moonlight rolling over the dark sea.

Wen Yan approached uncontrollably, kissed gently on his eyelids, and then stepped back slightly in accordance with Mo Yi’s increased strength on his neck, exhaling a long breath with disguised disappointment.

The ambiguous atmosphere and heat in the room faded a little bit, and the thick tightness in the air finally disappeared.

When Mo Yi retracted his palm, Wen Yan suddenly thought of something, and asked softly:

“Yes, did you find anything when you were in the ballroom just now?”

Mo Yi nodded, and pulled out the silver knife from one of his cuffs. Its slightly curved smooth surface reflected the harsh white light under the light, and flashed with the movement of his fingers, he said:

“I used to see a blurry portrait in the mirror in the room in the dark door in the side hall on the first floor-I think it may have been the piano player in the side hall, but it seems that the human eye can’t help See it, except in the mirror, and there is no mirror in the entire house, so I let you steal the knife from the restaurant. “

His face continued with some dignity: “And in the ballroom, I used the mirror of this knife to see the same fuzzy portrait in the arm of the controlled player … I doubt it looked in the room with me It’s the same, and … “

Mo Yi took a deep breath and frowned slowly, then said:

“And … I suspect it is very likely Mrs. De Klaus.”

In the process of dancing, the player obviously dances in male steps, and the vague shadow in his arms is likely to be female. In addition, in such a grand ball, the male and female masters often lead the dance. Coupled with yesterday ’s butler saying that today ’s Mrs. and Mrs. Claus will participate, this makes Mo Yi have to have reasonable doubts … Will the player like a marionette and the ghost in his arms represent the pair? Couple?

However, the problem now is that this reasoning is a bit simple-and there will never be too simple a case in the copy.

This makes Mo Yi a little uneasy.

When he was deep in thought, Wen Yan’s voice sounded in his ear: “Actually … I’m not asking this.”

Mo Yi looked up at him in doubt, only to see Wen Yan’s eyes widened. The tight lips seemed a little disturbed. He paused and continued:

“I mean … when I invited you to dance, did you find anything? Why suddenly …”

Mo Yi realized that Wen Yan was asking why he had cursed suddenly before, and he couldn’t help but stun it slightly, then slowly raised his lips: “That …”

Wen Yan’s complexion remained unchanged, but the muscles on his body slowly tightened, waiting a little nervously.

When Mo Yi smiled calmly, he gently dropped a kiss on his lips, and then answered without changing his face:

“Nothing really.”

Wen Yan’s heart was beating by his sudden move, a pair of light-colored eyes seemed to be melting, subconsciously evoking the corners of his lips, and some consciously thought:

If he can get a kiss every time, then it seems that he has to mention this topic in the future …

Mo Yi had a tired look on his face. He yawned and said, “It’s time to rest now. I’m afraid it will be a very special day.”

After that, he no longer got up and went to the bathroom to wash briefly. Then he changed into his previous casual clothes, turned off the light in the room, and lay down with the clothes on the side beside the bed.

Mo Yi stared at the darkness in front of his eyes, his eyes darkened slightly, and stretched out his hand to gently stroke his chest. The heart in his chest under the palm of his hand was beating smoothly and regularly, pumping blood from the atrium to the whole body.

When dancing in the ballroom before, for the first time, he truly felt his heart.

Then he saw the picture.

Familiar, as if it was a fragment carved into memory-the familiar feeling once again came out like a tide, hitting his head fiercely, the picture was not clear, only some remaining feelings or It is color, but it is so vivid, as if it happened yesterday.

This mysterious feeling lasted only for a moment, but it was clear that Mo Yi could not deceive himself without feeling it.

He took a deep breath, emptied the emotions and pictures in his mind, then closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

The darkness slowly enveloped Mo Yi’s consciousness and senses, but he could still clearly smell the breath that was mixed with the pine forest after the rain, enveloping him into the dark sweet dreamland.

Tonight, Mo Yi hasn’t dreamed of the nightmare that has haunted him almost since he has memories.

When Mo Yi woke up again, he seemed to have a long and distant dream, with the smell of sunlight and broken light spots, the sound of chuckling and the warm touch woven into a net, covering his consciousness of sleep. But when he woke up, he found that he couldn’t remember anything, as if it was just a thin piece of sugar in his mouth. After the tongue root melted, there was no trace except a touch of sweetness.

Mo Yi stood blinking blankly, then raised her wrist and glanced at the time:

It’s already over eight in the morning.

Mo Yi’s nerves woke up instantly, and he could not help but frowned slightly: It stands to reason that at this time, even if there was no hot water for washing, there should be breakfast to knock on the door, but … nothing.

He got up quickly from the bed, walked quickly to the door of the room, reached out to open the door—

However, the door in front of the room couldn’t shake like a copper wall or iron wall.

——The door cannot be opened.

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The previous illness caused too much progress in the dissertation, and now I need to close seven dissertations in six days, and the task is almost bald …

I love you all, I will try to make more changes in the past few days, but if it ca n’t be updated, I may really want to take a leave qvq

Thanks to AnnaDoyle for the shallow water bomb

Thanks to Chen Chen’s rocket launcher

Thanks to the alpaca grenades from Sanjian Qingshi, Tumi and Erye

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