In the middle of the night, Qi Luoling woke up again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was silence in the darkness, but when you listened closely, it seemed to be mixed with all kinds of sounds, including beautiful melodies, the sighs of the dead, and the uncontrollable laughter. It seems that in this time of darkness, all the sins of the world will appear.

Qi Luoling closed her eyes, trying to return to the dream she had just had. Everything in the dream is still so clear and vivid, it seems that under the bright stage lights, the monotonous nightmare is once again revealed.

A young man in a black dress and a white shirt sits in front of a black Steinway piano and plays. She closed her eyes to know who he was, but she couldn't make out what he was playing. But she could see clearly that there was a man behind him, a man in a blue suit. I don't know when the man in blue suddenly had an extra dagger in his hand.

After the young man finished playing, he turned around and looked at the dagger in the hand of the man in blue. He burst out laughing, looking up and laughing, laughing uncontrollably, as if he had already understood the intentions of the man in blue. The young man's throat and tumbling Adam's apple were exposed to the sight of the man in blue.

The man in blue was stunned by the wild laughter, but he was quiet for a moment, determined to make up his mind. He stepped forward and plunged his sharp dagger into the man's throat. The man in black's neck was slit, and the entire cut from left to right resembled a laughing mouth.

Bright red blood spurted out, splattering the face of the man in blue. The man in black splashed not like blood, but like a burning flame. Flames flew everywhere, setting everything everywhere on fire, everything in the room on fire. But the flames only spared the man in blue......

Qi Luoling touched the cold sweat on her forehead and sat up. The man in black in the dream she had dreamed of many times, and there was no denying that he was her maternal great-grandfather. But the man in blue seemed to be something she had seen before, and his face was so familiar and so real. But she couldn't remember it for a while.

Qi Luoling turned on the wall lamp at the head of the bed, and the orange light illuminated the entire bedroom. She looked around the room. The manor in the middle of the night exudes an air of mystery and gloom. How old this old manor was, she didn't know. But regardless of its history, the only thing that is certain is that it has witnessed the vicissitudes of time and the vicissitudes of the world, as well as the sins in the darkness.

At this moment, she inadvertently swept past the window, and suddenly saw a face in front of the window, staring at her. But before she could get a closer look at the man's face, it vanished. Then, she heard the ugly, heavy sound of bare feet walking down the stairs from the third floor again.

She hurriedly got out of bed, opened the door, and followed. The third floor is a zigzag structure, her room is located at the far edge of the zilograph, and the staircase is in the center on the other side.

Qi Luoling is not without bypassing the aisle on the left, which is about sixty meters away. By the time she reached the stairs, the man had descended, walking heavily down the stairs into the second-floor hallway, and then disappearing into some of the rooms.

The manor in the dark night was as silent as death, quiet. The people in the villa were asleep, only she was awake, and of course there were mysterious strangers.

Walking in the empty corridor on the second floor, Qi Luoling felt the heavy and strange aura that can only be found in the manor in the dark night, a sense of darkness. A few strange windows in the hallway opened its dark mouth like a beast.

Every room on the second floor was closed, and every door was closed in darkness. She looked from room to room.

Finally, Qi Luoling came to the door of the piano room, and the door was hidden. She gently pushed the door open.

The room was still dark, but by the bright moonlight outside the window, she could still see the room clearly.

The black grand piano was still lying quietly in the corner, no one was sitting on the stool, and of course no one was playing the piano.

But there was someone in the room. There was a man sitting on a two-seater sofa in the study, not moving, silently.

This person is a woman to be precise, as she has very long hair, a soft facial contour, and a slender figure.

The woman was sitting on her lap, her right hand resting naturally on her left wrist, her eyes looking straight in the direction of the piano, as if listening carefully to beautiful music. But the expression on his face was a little hideous and terrifying. The corners of the mouth are stiff, the eyes are empty, and the smile that emerges has a kind of smile that is different from the stiffness of ordinary people. This smile has an indescribable mocking smile, and it resembles a smile that is intertwined with pain and helplessness.

Qi Luoling stood in the doorway, and the woman sat on the sofa. Qi Luoling looked at her, she looked at the piano. In this way, time seemed to be frozen, infinitely stretched, sneering at the white silk cold, and the room was cold to the bone.

After a long time, the woman seemed to sense her presence, and turned her head to look straight at the door. She seemed to see the existence of Qi Luoling, and it seemed that she did not see the existence of Qi Luoling.

They are very close to each other, but they seem to live in two different worlds. Vivid and black and white, light and dark, normal and absurd. Two different worlds, but who is in the light? Or are they all in the dark world of demonic music?

After staring for a moment, the woman turned her head, got up, and walked out of the room.

Qi Luoling was on the side, let her walk out of the door first, closed the door of the piano room, and followed her out of the villa.

The manor at midnight was dark and silent. The trail is long, winding and eerie. A black cloud suddenly came in, obscuring the moon and sending only a dark halo from behind the thick clouds.

The manor is like a black coffin, and the lawns, gardens, artificial lakes, and woods, which glitter in the sun but exude the smell of death in the dark, seem to be two different places from the time when the scenery is charming during the day.

The wind shook through the dense woods, making a slow, colossal rustle. There seemed to be a little bit of a speck in the wind, suspended in the air, dew or ice chips, I couldn't tell, but when it touched her skin, it stirred up a little goosebumps.