I hurried up to the third floor, and as soon as I got to the third floor, I stopped.

On the wall facing me, a huge oil painting shocked me!

Oh, my God! Mary? This, isn't this Mary?

In that painting, a blonde woman was looking at me. She's Mary?

However, when I looked closely, the woman, though she looked very much like Mary, was not Mary.

This is a European woman, a beautiful and noble woman! She was dressed in a splendid court garment, her long skirt, and dragged to the ground. In her right hand, she held something like a scepter, and on top of it, there were several rubies. Her long golden hair was not a hairpin, but a small crown!

A woman with a crown? Is she a queen, or a queen?

I looked down again, and at the bottom of the frame, it read: "Mary I, 1624-1715".

Mary I? When I saw this name, I was stunned.

This woman who looks like Mary is really a queen? She's even called Mary? Mary I?

This Mary I, is she the queen of the kingdom of Platteeuw?

If this Mary I is the queen of the Plattew Kingdom, judging from the date of birth and death, she should be the ancestor of that William VIII, right? Old grandmother, no, maybe even older!

I looked at this picture, no matter how I looked at it, this Queen Mary looked very similar to my Mary, how did they look so similar?

Could it be that Mary is also a descendant of this Queen Mary I? Well, maybe yes, I didn't expect Mary to be a descendant of a European royal family!

This Mary I looks as beautiful as Mary, but compared to Mary, her suspected ancestor seems to have a kind of imperial majesty and courage.

However, even though she is so beautiful and a queen, there is a cold and serious look between the eyebrows of this Queen Mary I. She was full of majesty, her lips were tightly locked, and she seemed to be thinking about something, probably thinking about how to govern her country. Well, that's supposed to be a queen's style.

If you look at the date of her birth and death, you can know: this Queen Mary I actually lived to be 91 years old, this is really a long-lived emperor! Not to mention at that time, even today, there are not many people who can live to this age. Compared with William VIII, who was born nearly a hundred years after the queen's death and only lived to be in his forties, this difference is really not ordinary.

Probably because this Mary I looked too much like my Mary, I couldn't help but look at it a few more times. However, the queen in this painting seems to be looking at me as well. However, I felt very uncomfortable, because her gaze was not the kind of affectionate vein that Mary had, but there was a clear coldness, even a little eerie atmosphere.

Her eyes are so vividly drawn that I don't even feel like they are painted, but more like the eyes of a living person!

I shuddered, maybe it was too cold, maybe I was shocked by the look in the woman's eyes. So, I left, not daring to look back at the painting again.

I went to room 302 and tried the key, but the door still wouldn't open.

Now, things are clear! The key in my hand could only be the key to room 306!

But in room 306, will I see Mary as I wish?

With mixed feelings, I arrived at the door of room 306 and slowly inserted the key into the hole. With a slight twist, the door opened.

However, standing at the door of room 306, I did not go in, but took a deep breath.

Is Mary in this room? No, maybe she didn't live here at all. But if she doesn't live here, why does she have the key to this room?

These questions will only be solved one by one when I enter this room.

So, I slowly walked into the room of 306, like a thief.

Step by step, I walked into the room of 306, and I was greeted by a choking smell. I didn't care, though, thinking it was just the moldy smell of carpet that is common in old-fashioned hotel rooms.

The lights in the guest room were turned off, and it was still dark inside.

I pressed the light switch next to the door, but the light was broken. Because this room is very deep, and this room is located at the corner of a hallway, and the light in the corridor is very dim, so I can't see the situation clearly by relying on the outside light.

I had no choice but to turn on a lighter and cautiously search the house.

Suddenly, with a bang, I bumped into something, and something fell in front of me.

I looked down and took a picture of the lighter, only to see that it was a rather beautiful diary.

Who is this diary and what does it contain?

Curious, I opened the journal and flipped through it.

The first paragraph in the diary captivated me.

"If love is destined to be a catastrophe, then I am willing to accept this catastrophe."

It seems that this is the secret of love of an amorous person. But who wrote this, could it be Mary?

However, when I read the text below, I dismissed this possibility.

Because, the person who wrote this diary was actually a man.

"I fell in love with her, and from the first time I saw her, I couldn't help but fall in love with her!"

It seems that this is an amorous man! Well, what teenager doesn't have a spring? Who did he fall in love with?

"It was an autumn afternoon, under the setting sun, on the edge of a pastoral field, we met."

This scene reminds me of the landscape paintings of European rural life that I just saw by the staircase. However, the thought of the clouds and lightning and thunder that followed, and the fire, made my heart heavy again.

"Her name is Mary, and she is beautiful. Those eyes rippled like water waves; That blonde hair, exuding an alluring aura. Also, her charming smile, a pair of deep dimples that appear when she laughs. All of this fascinates me and intoxicates me. ”

What the? Mary? This man is actually Mary?

I thought I was the only one in the world who loved Mary, but I didn't expect that the person who wrote this diary also loved Mary?

Obviously, the woman with blonde hair, two small dimples when she laughs, and her name is "Mary", of course, it is my Mary, and it can't be another woman.

However, I did not feel any kind of jealousy of this man, on the one hand, because I felt that everyone has a love for beauty, and since Mary is so beautiful, of course there will be other men who love her; On the other hand, it's because of the text below.

"However, although I loved her deeply, I did not dare to confess it to her. I can only hide my love in my heart and bury it deep in the soil. However, every day, every moment, my shadow always comes to my mind. I can't live without her, but I don't dare to pursue her! ”

It turns out that this man is pure unrequited love. If you like people so much, why don't you dare to pursue her?

"I could only watch her from afar, watching her talk and laugh with other men."

Other men? Could it be that you're talking about me? Well, who told you not to take the initiative yourself, to be snatched away by others, you deserve it!

I silently followed behind her, watching her back. Perhaps, I will never get her in my life, but I will still bless her silently, bless her forever, even if she and that man hold hands and walk into the palace of marriage. If love is a sin, then, Mary, I'd rather spend my life atonement! Mary, I love you! ”

I don't know why, when I saw the words "Mary, I love you", I was not only annoyed, but a little moved, and the corners of my eyes were a little moist.

The diary, written here, seems to be over. I flipped through a few more pages, followed by blank pages.

However, when I turned to the last page, I saw a few more words.

It was a few words written in a red pen, but it was not as neat and beautiful as the previous handwriting, but a little crooked, like a person who was about to fall.

When I saw those red letters, I was stunned.

"Mary has been captured, I'm going to save her!"

What the? Mary, was she really captured?

At this moment, suddenly, a gust of wind blew in through the door. The lighter in my hand, the flame suddenly grew larger, and burned to the diary, and also to my hand!

I immediately retracted my hand, and the lighter fell to the ground. But the diary burned and fell to the ground.

I tried to crouch down and pick up the diary, but all I could find was a pile of ashes.

I looked at the burnt paper on the ground in annoyance and shook my head.

Who is this man who wrote the diary? But I knew nothing but that he was an admirer of Mary. On the last pages of his diary, he wrote, "Mary was captured," what was he referring to? Who was the one who took Mary? Is it someone from the Ghost Hospital? Is it the doctor named Meng Tianming? Or, is it someone else?

The last sentence of this diary also confirmed my previous suspicions. But even so, I still don't know where Mary was caught, and where she is now? Is she dead or alive?

So, who is this man who loves Mary deeply? He, could it be Wu Qiang?

At this time, I associated the name "Wu Qiang" with Mary.

I highly doubt that the person who wrote this text may be Wu Qiang. Because all kinds of information seem to tell me: Mary and this man named "Wu Qiang", their relationship is not ordinary.

However, the man in the diary said that he was just unrequited love, and what he saw was Mary walking with "the man". Is "that man" me? If it's not me, then who is it, is it Wu Qiang?

No, in my impression, "Wu Qiang" is either my own name, or he is another person who is close to Mary, but he can never be just a crush of Mary.

Could this man be Meng Tianming? No, it won't. Meng Tianming was the one who captured Mary, or an accomplice of the person who captured her, so he was definitely not the owner of this diary.

Could it be that in addition to me, Wu Qiang, and Meng Tianming, there is another man who has a relationship with Mary······