I walked into room 103, and luckily, there were no dead people here. However, in the hall of this house, it was just a large empty patch, with neither tables nor chairs, nor sofas, nor anything.

Strange, is there no one living here anymore? No wonder, even this door is not closed, dare to love that the guests here have already moved away?

At this time, I regretted it a little, why didn't I bring the resident registration form from the property management room with me? That way, at least I can find out who lives in this room.

However, it is impossible for me to go back to the property management room.

I just want to find a person as soon as possible, someone who lives here, and ask: Is there a blonde woman named Mary here?

But I didn't expect that when I arrived in this building, I didn't meet a living person? It's kind of incredible.

Although the living room was empty, indicating that the house was no longer occupied, I did not leave there, but pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.

There was no one in the bedroom either, not even a bed. Only on each side of the wall was a painting.

On my left-hand side, next to the door, the painting shook me all at once.

Actually, this is not a painting at all, but a large picture. It's just that this photo has obviously been artistically processed, and if you don't look closely, you think it's an oil painting. And in this painting, the most surprising thing for me was that I saw a familiar face.

That schoolgirl actually appeared in this painting?

This picture is a photo of her with a boy, the girl is standing on the left, her lips pursed, looking very shy, but there seems to be a sense of happiness in her eyes. And the boy standing to her right grinned and showed a jealous smile, he was very handsome, this seemed to be a sunny boy.

However, when I looked closely, I found that although the girl in this painting looked very much like the schoolgirl, her age was a little wrong. Because this girl is sixteen or seventeen years old, she is very slim, obviously much older and taller than the junior high school girl I saw at Dead Silence Middle School.

Who is the girl in this painting? Isn't she the schoolgirl, older than her, but looks so much like her? Could it be that this is her sister?

It's possible, and the chances of sisters resembling each other are still very high.

I remembered the old newspaper I had seen in the security room of the apartment building, and on that old newspaper, there was also a black-and-white group photo, which was a group photo of the town's charity orphanage. In that group photo, there is also a little girl who looks very similar to the schoolgirl. It's just that, in terms of age, it doesn't match that female student. And, judging from the black-and-white photo, it seems to be a photo with a historical mind, and it looks like a person from the previous era.

Strangely, if these three people (the schoolgirl, the little girl in the black and white photo, and the girl in this photo of men and women) are not the same person, then what is the relationship between them?

In my mind, I sorted out a chronology for these three people. Obviously, the little girl in the charity orphanage was the oldest of the three. By now, this little girl must be at least in her thirties, or even in her forties, right? That photograph was obviously taken twenty or thirty years ago, because at that time there were only black and white photos, no color photos.

The female student I saw, her age should also be certain, she is a junior high school student, that is, the age of thirteen or fourteen.

And the girl in this photo with the boy is not sure of her age. Possibly, she is now this sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, and of course, it is also possible that this is a photo taken a few years ago. This girl should be in her twenties now, and she may have been married to a wife, right?

The probability that these three women who look very similar is not high that they are all sisters. I even think that the woman in the black and white photo may even be the mother of the other two girls. Of course, there is also a possibility that the owner of this bedroom may be the little girl in the black and white photo, and this photo is a photo of her with her boyfriend ten years after growing up. Now, they should be happily married, right? That schoolgirl, probably, is their daughter?

In my mind, a picture of happiness came to mind.

I seemed to see that the man and woman in the photo were married, and they walked into the wedding hall arm in arm, surrounded by those who blessed them, as well as streamers and flowers. Later, their baby was also born, the schoolgirl, who was just a baby and was held in the arms of her parents. When she slowly opened up day by day, she leaned against her mother, and the mother and daughter looked so similar, like a pair of sisters.

However, I quickly went from imagination to reality.

The person I'm looking for is Mary, not this woman, unless she's Mary. In that case, why should I waste my time here?

Suddenly, I noticed that the photo had changed slightly.

In the photo, the young and handsome man standing on the right, his face suddenly became blurred, and it looked as if it had been slowly melted away.

To be honest, I'm actually quite jealous of this man, because the woman he is holding is really beautiful. To be able to have such a girlfriend is a man's happiness.

Could it be that this painting has faded? No, it's not an oil painting, although it looks like an oil painting, it's a photograph, how can there be such a thing as fading?

The photograph was set in a delicate glass frame, so I took it down and looked at it carefully.

That's right, the man's face became blurry, as if the lens was out of focus.

However, I saw it clearly just now, could it be that this is my hallucination again?

At that moment, suddenly, the frame shattered inexplicably, and then, it fell to the ground.

On the ground, there were shards of glass, and the picture was turned over and fell to the ground.

I was stunned for a moment, crouched down, and picked up the picture.

However, as soon as I put this picture back in my hand, it inexplicably spontaneously combusted!

I was startled and immediately let go of my hand.

In less than a moment, this photo was burned to ashes!

I froze, stunned, not knowing what was going on for a long time.

God wouldn't let me touch this picture?

The owner of this house has moved away, but I left this picture, but I ruined it?

But why did he leave only this photo when he had moved away? It stands to reason that he should take such a precious group photo with him, right?

Unless, for the owner of the house, this picture is no longer important, or even the garbage that should be discarded.

Could it be that this pair of men and women have already broken up and divorced? For any one of them, does this picture only bring back those painful memories?

Suddenly, a sad feeling came over me.

Love can be happy or bitter. More, at first it was happiness, and eventually it turned into bitterness.

I was a little at a loss, I wondered if I would go through the same process as Mary, and what would be the end of our life?

No, no, I love Mary so much, I won't abandon her, we won't be separated!

Mary, if you're leaving, I'll go with you, wherever you go! We will never be separated!

These words popped into my head, and I myself was taken aback.

This sentence once appeared in the suicide note of the doctor named Meng Tianming!

I tried to keep my mind at that, perhaps because I loved Mary so much that I was afraid that she would leave me. However, my thoughts are innocent and completely different from that evil Dr. Meng! That's right, I am righteous, he is evil!

Thinking about this, I have the courage to move forward again.

Although the photo was burned, it didn't stop me from continuing to explore the bedroom.

Here, there is another painting.

This is a real oil painting. It was quietly placed on the opposite wall, and from the position, it should be the position of the head of the bed, but there was no bed at this time.

In the picture, there is a woman wearing a European-style floor-length dress, she is not the kind of blonde foreign beauty, but she doesn't look like our natives, but a bit of a mixed-race style. Her hair was black, but there were obvious wavy curls, and her eyes, like amber, were crystal clear, but there was a bit of sadness and loneliness in her eyes. Her thin, slightly pale red lips seemed to open at any moment, telling people about her past.

I don't know why, but as soon as I saw this painting, I was fascinated by it. The woman in the painting seems to have a kind of magic that can make me stop and linger and be reluctant to leave.

However, why did this beauty have such a sad expression on her face? What was she thinking? Could it be that she has just lost her lover and is in grief? Could it be that her lover left her, and the pain of falling out of love drowned her? Could it be that it was her parents who forced her to marry someone she didn't love, and she couldn't resist and could only worry about her future in despair?

I have to say that the painter who created this oil painting is really high-level, and he can portray this woman's demeanor so vividly, as if she is alive. Why, then, did the owner of the house leave the painting here? Is this a work of art?

I looked at the painting, and I didn't want to leave it for a long time. This painting, as if there is a magical power, can make me forget the passage of time.

But at this moment, suddenly, I noticed that the woman in the painting, her expression seemed to have changed a little.

I was stunned and rubbed my eyes. That's right, this woman's expression has indeed changed!

Just now, the lips of the woman in this painting are still slightly closed, and they are flat. But now, the corners of her mouth have drooped, and she seems to be a little unhappy.

Could it be that the paint of the oil painting has melted, causing the picture to change?

When I looked at the woman's eyes again, I was more and more surprised.

The woman's slightly sad eyes had no sense of direction, and looked a little hollow. But now, her eyes have become much larger, and those pupils are facing me.

She seemed to be staring straight at me······