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However, knowing that this house has the ability to kill itself easily, everyone's hearts are hanging a lot.

There was silence again.

Silent.

After Zhang Jie took out the bottles of medicine, no one else spoke.

Xiao Chen exchanged glances with Ying Shixue awkwardly, and after getting the other party's affirmation, he took out a yellowed piece of paper.

"This is what I found with Ying Shixue in the bedroom on the second floor, and it was a short letter. ”

It reads: Madame better give me a new carriage, preferably a good horse, otherwise it will take too long to go back and forth, and Miss will be in trouble if she takes the opportunity to run out.

The payment was made by Nurse Mary.

Then the little girl was sure whether she was locked up in the house or by her mother. Zhang Jie said.

But her mother hired a nurse to take care of her. Su Yun said, "It can't be regarded as being locked up, everyone doesn't know what kind of madness the mental illness will be, if you jump out of the window or die, or go out to hurt people, it's not certain." The little girl may have been placed in this place with a motive in mind. ”

Everyone nodded, and this possibility was not ruled out.

After taking out the letterhead, everyone ushered in another round of silence, this time for a little longer.

Liu Min pursed his lips and said, "There is no news here?" I remember that there is a study on the second floor, and there should be a lot of clues in it. ”

No one answered her.

"It's not interesting!" Liu Min said, "It's better to disperse." ”

Liu Min got up and left, went upstairs, and went straight to the study.

Liu Min left, everyone dispersed, and the breakfast talk time was over.

He Yu also wanted to go to the study to have a look, but there were too many people who went first yesterday, and she didn't know what was left, so she still started with the studio that she didn't finish last night.

There were no windows, and the room was dim and dark during the day, and the light came in through the vents in the corners of the overhead walls, a thin one, with dancing dust in the middle.

He Yu felt that if he lived in this place, he would probably be driven crazy if he wasn't crazy.

There were several oil lamps hanging on the walls around the studio, all of which had dried up. He Yu took out the oil from the space and poured it in, and then lit these oil lamps, with the sunlight outside, it was much better after all.

He Yu stepped on the chair, grabbed the bottom bar of the window with both hands, stood on tiptoe and looked out, the sunlight outside was a little dazzling, and after getting used to it, it was a fresh green.

The lawn, the woods, and the road that you can't really see from a distance.

He Yu looked at it again, and he was sure that this house should be in a place where not many people lived. For example, a holiday cottage in a certain countryside is rarely crowded.

Thinking of the letter to Madame, this house should be some distance from the nearest place where people live. He Yu looked at the road outside the window, if he was thrown out, he could also find people along the road.

It's just that......

He Yu suddenly thought, since the letter was sent by the nurse to his wife, why did it leave it at home and not send it?

"What's out there?" Zhang Jie asked, and he walked in and stood not far from his chair.

"Nothing to find, see for yourself. He Yu jumped off the chair.

Zhang Jie stepped on it unceremoniously, and the chair "babbled" twice, and then fell to the ground with a bang and scattered.

When Su Yun and Xiao Chen rushed to the studio, they only saw Zhang Jie standing on the wooden board that was broken into several pieces with some embarrassment.

"Is the chair broken?" Su Yun frowned, she ran over, looked at the chair that was falling apart, and then looked at the window that was almost two meters high, "Have you seen it outside? Is there something?"

Zhang Jie touched the back of his head in embarrassment, "I didn't have time to look at it before I ...... it"

"There were no people, grass and woods outside, and a road further afield. He Yu said succinctly.

Su Yun was not worried about her description, and wanted to go up to see it herself, but she had no choice.

Xiao Chen said, "I'll go to the living room to get a chair." ”

He didn't care about these things, and concentrated on looking at the paintings scattered in the studio. The paintings were originally neatly arranged, although the studio was shabby, and because no one lived here for a long time, it was dirty. But the paintings were originally neatly laid out, in a corner of the studio, or hung on the wall.

was kicked by Liu Min last night, and it became like this.

He Yu picked up the drawing board, and there was a painting pasted on it, the color was very bright, and it was an orange-red sunflower. Orange-red, the whole orange-red stamen accounts for eight or nine tenths, and the corners and corners artfully blur a little yellow petals.

Like fire, like anger.

I looked at several paintings in succession, all of them were in this arrogant style, vivid to the extreme, and unexpectedly harmonious, but these paintings were all half-finished products, unfinished, or had an accident in the middle, the painting was divergent, and the paint was splashed.

There are also three paintings hanging on the surrounding walls, these three paintings do not have such a strong personal style, gentle and gentle, and the craftsmanship is fine, not like those impressionist paintings. Although it is fine, if He Yu looks closely, he can also see that there is a shadow of this painter's strong and uninhibited style in it.

Maybe it's a child with a burning heart.

The painting is like a person, He Yu remembered Marina's paintings, the brushwork is more than ten times finer than the paintings on this wall, and every detail must be perfect, just like her love of beauty.

And the person who paints in the house, even if it is a realistic painting, has to bring her unique style, which has a somewhat ethereal impression.

"The most important elements in the work are houses, lawns, woods, flowers, and ......" He Yu thought for a moment, and then looked at the small window. Su Yun was struggling to look out.

Outside, there are lawns, woods, flowers, and roads.

Apart from these scenes, still lifes, no animals or people appear on the paper.

He Yu left the studio and prepared to go to the study to have a look.

She first went to the next bedroom to take a look, but there was no one. The four bedposts stood alone, and no one tipped them over, nothing more than a pitiful dead thing.

Just when He Yu was about to go in, someone came, she turned her head and looked, it was An Qidong.

He Yu raised his feet and went in, took a turn in the bedroom and left. She wasn't worried about what An Qidong would see inside, she threw several lumps of rags into the iron pillar, unless An Qidong had the patience to fish them out one by one.

Of course, An Qidong was impatient, after finding the hollow bedpost, he tried to get the contents inside, but he took out three lumps of rotten cloth with a bit of a stinky smell one after another, and the feeling of soft cloth underneath was still there, and he immediately didn't want to continue. There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, An Qidong took out the two lumps of rags and continued to throw them back into the iron pillar, he couldn't hook anything, and it was okay to give the next one a little obstacle.

There were three rooms on the second floor, and He Yu went to the study first.

The light in the study was also very dim, and He Yu found a few oil lamps, all of which were lit with oil, and then began to look for clues.

Liu Min, who was in the same room, couldn't help but say: "He is really a particular person, and he has to light all the lights to find clues." ”