I took the landscape back and covered the portrait.

However, the painting of William VIII, his fierce eyes, still come to mind in my mind.

Obviously, this landscape was painted to cover the portrait behind it. But why is there such a discordant portrait in Mary's room? Is this because Mary didn't know that there was a portrait painting behind it when she bought it? Or did she know about it, but she deliberately covered it up with that landscape painting and didn't want others to see it?

However, it is unlikely that Mary covered the painting herself, and it is more likely that the person who sold the painting did it. Even, it was the writer of the landscape who did it on purpose.

It is said that famous painters such as Leonardo da Vinci would also repaint the original painting and replace the old one with a new oil painting. However, with the help of modern computer scanning technology, scientists have cracked the secrets behind many oil paintings, and even those world-famous paintings.

However, the portrait does not seem to be an oil painting, but a very realistic portrait. If it is an oil painting, it will inevitably fall off if it is covered by another painting in front of it. However, the painting is lifelike, and it doesn't look like the paint has fallen off at all, it seems to be more like a photograph.

Why should I ponder this painting? What does this have to do with me and with Mary? Forget it.

So, I put these two pictures into the frame as they were, and they were exactly the same as the original. It's just that the glass of the frame is broken, and I can't restore that.

I put the frame back on the wall, and I looked at the landscape again.

In this picture, there is a pier, and on the opposite side of the pier, there is a mountain peak.

I looked at the painting as if I was standing on the edge of the pier, waiting for a boat to come and take me to the hill on the other side. In that painting, there really seems to be a boat, but it is vague.

At this time, the water in the painting moved.

I was stunned and rubbed my eyes.

However, the picture is still calm.

I'd better get out of this bedroom quickly, or the William VIII guy might climb out of the frame like the ghost in the painting.

So, I left the bedroom and closed the bedroom door.

I went back to the cabinet in the living room and continued to flip through the journal. However, to my surprise, there was not a word in the back of the diary!

It turned out that there were several pages in the diary, all of which were torn out. The rest is a piece of white flowers, and there is no content.

It seems that Mary has torn up all the pages of her diary with contents, and even destroyed them. But why did she do that?

I touched my pocket, and there it was, the key to the hotel.

I suddenly had a strange feeling that as soon as I got to that ghost hotel, I wasn't far from discovering the truth. Could Mary even be there, waiting for me?

So, I searched the room again, but found nothing more valuable, so I left room 203.

Fortunately, this trip, I got this key, and it wasn't for nothing.

I searched the building again, but the other rooms were not very friendly to me, and the doors were closed. Maybe someone was asleep in that house, or maybe there wasn't anyone in it at all.

This time, I didn't see the man in black again, which was the most gratifying thing for me.

I've finally gotten rid of him, but this place isn't a good place to stay long, and who knows when he'll suddenly appear?

The next stop is the Ghost Hotel, let's go!

I left the apartment building, and I didn't go far when in the thick fog ahead, there was a little light, what seemed to be a neon light.

I walked under the neon lights, and sure enough, it was a hotel. Only hotels are lit up at this time.

Could it be that this is the hotel marked on the map, this is the ghost hotel?

I couldn't help but get excited, but when I looked up and saw the name of the inn, I was disappointed.

This is not a "ghost hotel" at all, but a "Platteeuw hotel".

Lodge in Platteeuw? This isn't the hotel I'm looking for, could it be that there's something wrong with the markings on the map?

I took out the map again and looked at it under the neon lights. That's right, this is the only hotel in the town marked on the map, and there is no semicolon other than this one.

I turned my head again and looked around. In the thick fog, nothing could be seen clearly, and in the distance, there seemed to be the sound of wolf howling.

Three-headed dog? Could it be that they are also running over?

I don't want to run into those three-headed dogs again, anyway, this is a hotel after all, I can at least go in and get some rest.

So, I pushed open the door of this Platteeuw hotel and walked inside.

The lobby of this hotel was empty at this time, and there was no one at the accommodation registration office.

Strange, isn't it a long time since this place opened? So, why is this gate still open?

"Anyone? Anyone? "I screamed twice, but there was still no one.

This time, I became nervous.

What's the matter, the only hotel in this town, is empty? It's really a dead town!

However, since they are all in, I also want to verify one thing. That is: Could this Platteeuw hotel be the "ghost hotel" on the key?

So, I walked to the lodging registration desk in the lobby.

Behind the counter, there are many keys hanging on the wall, which must be the keys to the room. On the wall, there is a wall clock in the shape of an owl, and the owl's eyes are turning from side to side with the pendulum.

Suddenly, the pendulum stopped moving, and the owl's eyes stopped moving! It seems to be staring straight at me!

Seeing the owl's eyes, I was a little scared and couldn't help but take two steps back.

Then the pendulum moved again, and I could finally see the time on the clock.

Now, it's 12 o'clock.

What the? It's only 12 o'clock? It's so long until dawn?

Suddenly, I felt a little uncomfortable, there was no heating in the hotel, it looked cold and damp.

Seeing those keys on the wall, I suddenly had an idea.

Perhaps, I can compare the key on my body with the key here, and see which key is missing here? Wouldn't I be able to know which room Mary was living in?

I couldn't help but admire my own wisdom, so I pushed open the curtain on the counter and got inside.

On the wall, the keys correspond to a room, and the room number is written on it.

I counted and there were only three rooms with keys, not on the wall. The three rooms, 203, 302 and 306, are respectively. In other words, there are only three rooms, which are occupied, so the keys are all taken by the guests.

I took the key out of my pocket, but when I saw the words on it, I was stunned!

On the top of this key, the words "Ghost Hotel" were originally engraved with "Hotel Platteeuw" and became "Hotel Platteeuw"!

I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look, yes, the words on the key were indeed "Hotel Platteeuw".

I compared the key with the keys that hung on the wall. That's right, this is the key to the Platteeuw Hotel, except for the slight difference in the perforations of the key, which is very similar to the keys hanging on the wall, and moreover, the words "Hotel Platteeuw" are engraved on it.

Great, I finally found this hostel! Here, it's not called a "ghost hotel" at all. But why did I just see the words "ghost hotel"? Could it be that I was dazzled, or was I frightened by the ghost hospital and hallucinated?

Regardless, I'm thrilled that I've finally found this hostel. At the same time, I don't have to look for it room by room, because my key can only be one of the three rooms 203, 302 or 306. These three math problems are so easy to do.

Still, I was a little nervous, and I didn't know: what would I see once I opened that room? Is it Mary herself, or is it a corpse?

With this excitement, anticipation, and apprehension, I walked up the stairs of the hotel to the second floor.

On the side of the staircase, on the wall, there are oil paintings hanging one after another.

It was all European-style paintings, similar to the ones I saw in room 203 of the apartment building at 21 Ping An Street. However, these oil paintings are all figure paintings, and they are all portraits of men.

These men are dressed gracefully and luxuriously, and some of them have crowns on their heads.

I looked at the notes under these paintings, "William I, William II, Louis I, Louis II", why are they all names like this?

Could it be that these men in the painting, they are all kings? Which country are they? Sounds like these names are all French, right?

However, when I looked at the nationality of these kings introduced in the notes, I was stunned.

This country is not France or Belgium, but the Kingdom of Platteeuw.

What the? The Kingdom of Platteeuw? Where is this country, how come I have never heard of it?

This hotel is called the Platteeuw Hotel, and here, there is another Platteeuw kingdom? Is this just a coincidence? I guess the owner of this inn should be an enthusiast of this Platteeuw kingdom, right? However, in the history books, is there such a country?

I went up to the second floor and went straight to room 203. I inserted the key in, but the door wouldn't open at all.

Well, now there are only two options left, go ahead.

However, the work I just opened the door still made me a little scared. In case, the occupants of room 203 will suspect me of being a thief if they find out about my behavior? Will he call the police?

I went up to the third floor again, and on the stairs up the stairs there were no longer portraits of the kings, but beautiful landscapes. Their style is exactly the same as the previous oil paintings.

I stopped and admired the paintings.

These paintings all have the atmosphere of the European Middle Ages, the countryside and the countryside: the farmer working hard in the field, the peasant woman holding the corn in her arms, the beautiful sunset, the cottage in the countryside, the quiet tree-lined path, and the smoke curling in the distance.

All this intoxicated me, and I felt as if I had returned to that long ago.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a cloud in the sky in the picture, as is the case in every painting. Immediately after, a bolt of lightning appeared from the dark clouds and slashed down! Soon, the scenes in the painting, whether it was a farmhouse, a woods, a field, were struck by lightning and caught on fire. The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the black smoke, mixed with thick fog, is surging towards the outside of the picture! I could smell the smell of smoke, and my throat was filled with smoke, and I couldn't help but cough.

Yes! I woke up again with this cough.

Those oil paintings, but still looking at me quietly.

Am I hallucinating again?

Forget it, I'd better go quickly, hurry upstairs······