The whole room was depressing, especially the red paint, which looked particularly gloomy.

The handwriting is very sloppy, except for one wall, which is pasted with newspapers, and the rest of the place is sprayed with red paint to varying degrees.

The traces of paint flowing down the handwriting to the ground seemed to reveal endless resentment.

"Cousin, what do you mean? Would you like to call the foreman downstairs and ask? I don't think these words were written by the family before they died, otherwise this matter would have been filed, and it would not have been so hastily characterized as a suicide. ”

When I said this, my cousin looked very wrong at this time.

He walked slowly to the four walls of the room, and then he was here

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