Mo Yi's scalp exploded, and a cold feeling instantly spread to the top of his head, and his hair stood up.

My fingers couldn't help but shake. The heavy music box slid from my unsteady hand and landed straight on the ground. It was buffered by the carpet, and then rolled into the darkness, making a metal sound that hit the wall.

It was extremely loud in the silence, and almost made people feel the tremor in the air.

He turned his head suddenly and looked straight behind him.

——There is empty behind me.

The white light of the flashlight penetrated the rich darkness behind it, illuminating directly on the uneven dirty carpet, leaving a shallow shaking aperture on it.

The carpet was covered with a thin layer of dust, with a pair of shallow footprints on it.

It seemed as if... someone was indeed standing there just now, observing him quietly.

Mo Yi's throat was a little dry. He moved his Adam's apple and forced the coolness that surged in his heart.

A cold touch came from the wrist.

Mo Yi looked up.

I saw the fog standing in the darkness, almost integrated with the background color - as if born and raised here, it was incredible.

He looked at him quietly with a pair of light eyes, and the gray eyes seemed to be filled with deep and shallow mist.

The pale fingers with distinct joints gently fitted to his prominent wrist bones.

A faint coldness came from the place where the two of them were in contact with each other, and seemed to feel an inexplicable sense of peace of mind. For a moment, it sootheed the anxiety and uneasiness that surged in Mo Yi's heart, and negative emotions settled down.

Mo Yi smiled, his eyes with extremely dark colors were cold and calm, as if there were only two emotions of calmness and reason left.

The misty facial lines were slightly soft, and the fingers that were close to Mo Yi's wrist were removed.

There was no communication between the two, but it was natural that it seemed as if they understood it.

Mo Yi calmed down and turned around. He moved the flashlight in his hand, looking for the music box that had just fallen.

Soon, the mottled metal box reappeared in his sight. It turned miserably overturned to the ground, and its body was separated by the fallen body. The faded velvet cushion and the ceramic portrait on it were thrown out half.

Even so, the two children's ceramic hands were still tightly held, as if they were not affected by external forces at all.

Mo Yi paused and reached out to pick up the music box that had been divided into two halves.

The moment the music box was taken off the ground, a piece of yellow paper folded in half fell out of it and fell silently on the dusty ground.

Mo Yi couldn't help but be stunned, flipped his wrist and carefully observed the metal box in his hand.

It turned out that under the velvet liner, there was a hidden lattice hidden under the two ceramic dolls and on the metal parts in the music box.

It is extremely cleverly hidden, and if it weren't for such a fall, it would be difficult to find it.

At the bottom of the box, there is a silver necklace hidden. Because it has been placed for too long, it has turned black. One corner of the necklace was randomly hooked on the metal spring at the bottom of the box, and it has not been thrown out during the fall just now.

A small oval photo frame fell below the silver chain, shining under the flashlight.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and reached out to push away the silver cover above the photo frame, revealing the portrait hidden in it.

The yellowed black and white photos are already blurred, but the facial contour of the portrait can be seen - those are two photos, which happen to be hidden in the open and closed photo frame one by one.

It was a little boy and a little girl.

The unclear facial lines melted into the confrontation between black and white, and they could only see clearly that they both smiled shyly at the camera.

The nursery rhyme I found in the kitchen suddenly ran through my mind.

Mo Yi frowned slowly.

They are all little boys and little girls... Is there any inner connection here?

He blinked in confusion and put the necklace in his hand back into the dark lattice in the music box. The silver pendant collided with the metal bottom of the box, making a crisp "clang" sound.

Mo Yi placed the box on the carpet, then reached out to pick up the folded note.

The yellowed paper pages were wrinkled as if they were soaked in water, and the handwriting on them was blurred. The edges of the dark ink were stained with a cold blue color, but the content on them was still clearly visible.

This is a piece of letter paper, but there is no signature on it, no date, and only a sentence without beginning or end:

“it-can-never-happen,i-won’t-allow-it”

【It will never happen, I won't allow it】

At the bottom of the entire letter paper, a line of small words was written crookedly, as if written by a person with unconscious mind, and it was particularly laborious to read.

Mo Yi carefully identified it for a while and found out that it said:

god-please-help-me

【God saves me】

A chill broke out from behind, and Mo Yi subconsciously shrugged his shoulders, then folded the letter paper back and stuffed it back into the secret compartment of the music box.

He reinstalled the ceramic villain on it back on the music box. The color and shape of the lining just matched the surroundings, and there was no sign of being thrown away.

The broken mirror embedded in the lid was flashing brightly.

Mo Yi deliberately refused to look into the mirror in case he recalled the unpleasant experience just now.

This time, he saw clearly the small words written in gold-toned font under the mirror: "my-love"

My love.

Mo Yi's brows became tighter and tighter, as if the doubts gathered deeper and deeper as he explored, and accumulated in front of him, making it impossible for him to see the true appearance of this copy.

He let out a deep breath, closed the lid of the music box, and put it into his backpack.

Mo Yi stood up from the ground.

But because he had just squatted down for too long, he suddenly stood up. His eyes couldn't help but turn black. His numb legs could not support his shaking body, and he lost his balance for a while and fell to the side.

The mist that had been watching his every move was quietly stretched out his hand at the side, and with just a force, he helped Mo Yi who was falling to the side.

Mo Yi was dizzy and had been awake for several seconds before he recovered. He blinked and realized that he was so close to the other party.

After the rain, the clear breath like a pine forest lingers at the end of the nose, and the cold and hard side face is close to the eyes.

In the darkness, two men of similar height leaned against each other, and the flashlight still on fell to the ground, projecting their silhouettes onto one side of the wall, looking particularly close.

Mo Yi coughed awkwardly, then stood up straight and said embarrassedly:

"Sorry."

Seeing that the distance between the two was pulled apart, the fog lowered her eyelashes with a faint expression, and said "Yeah" without any emotion, saying, "It's okay."

Although his expression has not changed, for some reason, Mo Yi could feel the depression around him.

He thought for a few seconds with some hesitation, then stretched out his palm and touched the other person's head with some unfamiliar movement.

Wu suddenly raised his eyes, and his light-colored eyes suddenly became bright like Chaowu, locking Mo Yi's face tightly.

——It’s a pity that the blush spreading behind his ears damaged his momentum.

Unlike the usual habitual smile that is floating on the surface, although Mo Yi's face has no expression at this moment, there is a rare hint of real softness in his eyes.

It looks...extremely vivid.

Seeing Wu stared at him for a moment, Mo Yi, who originally thought it was nothing, couldn't help but feel a little unnatural.

He turned his head and bent down to pick up the flashlight that had been neglected on the ground for a long time, and changed the subject awkwardly:

"Let's go, we don't have much time left, and we haven't started exploring upstairs yet."

A three-smile smile appeared on the fog, and responded softly, then followed Mo Yi in front of him and walked forward side by side with him.

Mo Yi walked forward slowly while moving the flashlight to illuminate the road ahead. With the light in his mind, he slowly outlined the outline of the space in front of him.

After walking out of the stairs, there was a narrow corridor with crooked walls framed the curved floor. Three rooms stretched out obliquely from both sides of the corridor. The distribution was neither uniform nor symmetrical, and the structure was very strange.

The dirty carpet under my feet absorbed the sound of footsteps, and when I stepped on it, I could only hear the muffled sounds and the creaking of wooden boards that were obviously blurred, which seemed quite terrifying in the dark and cold corridor.

Mo Yi's steps suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and looked at one of the rooms beside him.

Through the dark room, you can see the window on the other side of the room. The dirty glass on the window is like a blurred curtain, printed with a blue countdown that is slowly jumping outside the window.

Mo Yi's eyes sank.

From this perspective...

This should be the window of someone he saw downstairs.

Mo Yi clenched the flashlight in his hand and felt a hint of heat stained by his body temperature on its metal shell.

He took a deep breath, and the cold air slashed his chest along the respiratory tract, and the dry air slashed his throat, making him feel more and more emotional.

Mo Yi turned around and walked in.

The room is big and looks messy, and it looks even more messy under the lights, as if a gray shadow lurks in the darkness.

He walked straight to the window and looked down through the glass.

It happened to be possible to see the twisted porch when you came in.

Mo Yi pursed his lips.
To be continued...