I first went to the laboratory to analyze the paint scraping blades of the murals, and then I took Shi Yueying's car to the south of Gangneung City.

The second ring road is out of the south of Gangneung, which is a slum. A large number of low-rise shantytowns are crowded together, and stinking sewage flows freely along the narrow roads. The car didn't drive long, and it couldn't drive anymore because of the narrow street.

The four of us could only get out of the car and walk.

"I haven't been here for almost six years, and it's still so dirty and messy." Aunt Xiaogui pinched her nose with a look of disgust.

"Are you familiar with this place?" I asked casually.

Xiao Gui nodded: "Of course I know each other very well, I didn't have any money back then, and my husband and I have lived here for nearly three years!" ”

When she said this, a faint trace of pain drifted across her face. Obviously, a soft and easily injured part of the heart was touched because of this place.

I didn't care, everyone has their own story. Although I have amnesia, I vaguely feel that my story does not seem to be very simple.

The painter's name is Zhou Yu, the name is very neutral, and she is a girl in her twenties. The property management office was not impressed by her, but knew that this person was a work-study student at the Academy of Fine Arts, and the pedestrian street just wanted to decorate the wall used to cover the old building behind it, so she was selected from the applicants.

That Zhou Yu was so ordinary, and the people who came into contact with her never even said a word to her. There was only one impression that the man was dressed in thick clothes and a hat that covered his mouth and most of his face. There are only a pair of dim little eyes left, and even if they look at you, those eyes are empty. It's as if it's not you, it's something behind you.

Zhou Yu is very gloomy and terrifying. After the employee in charge told her what she wanted, she left in a hurry. He was a little scared of this little guy.

The alley curved and stretched inward, and the further you went, the worse the surrounding environment became.

"This place is a breeding ground for crime. Because of its seclusion, most of the drug addicts and criminals with criminal records in Gangneung live here. Zhou Yu estimates that it is not easy, otherwise normal people, who wants to live inside? Aunt Xiao Gui sighed.

I glanced at the address I had taken on my phone, looked at a door at the end of the alley, and said, "It's here." ”

The four of them paused at the same time. Shi Yueying stepped forward and wanted to knock, but her hand stopped in the air. She really didn't know how to speak. Honestly? Apparently impossible. Whoever told himself that the thing he drew could actually move, and swallowed a child. It's no wonder that others don't think of her as crazy!

Seeing that she hesitated, I didn't say much, and reached out and slammed my hand on the broken door.

A hollow knock echoed through the empty alley, but no one answered.

The wooden door vibrated as I knocked on it, and everything around me seemed even more dead at the knock. It was another three minutes before I stopped.

"Nobody's home?" Shi Yueying asked hesitantly.

"It shouldn't be, just now at the mouth of the alley, Xiao Qiqi specially asked the uncle who guarded the door, and the uncle said that after Zhou Yu went home the day before yesterday, he never went out again." Aunt Xiao Gui's face turned gloomy: "If a girl lives in this place where sin breeds, will she encounter any danger?" ”

"Get out of the way." I motioned for Yue Ying to step back a bit.

Shi Yueying said nervously: "What are you going to do?" Knocking on the door? ”

"It's thin, but it still hurts to hit it. As soon as I look at my body, I know that it is added to wisdom, and I will not use violence! I pouted, took the keys from the girl's pocket, broke one of the keychains into wire, and fiddled with the bronze lock a few times.

I heard a soft sound in the keyhole, and in the surprised eyes of the three people, the door opened.

"What kind of occupation did you have, a professional door?" Aunt Xiao Gui blinked, looking curious.

Shi Yueying didn't speak, just smiled bitterly. This little Qiqi, when he picked him up last time, had a lot of powerful skills. Come on, it's even more powerful now, and even the locks can be picked. What has he experienced in the past three years?

When I opened the door, I was amazed. When I saw the lock, my head naturally felt like I could open it, and after trying it, it really opened. I can't help but be even more curious about that lost memory!

Shaking my head and throwing my surprise away, I walked in first. The room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. I searched the darkness with my eyes and found that I couldn't see clearly, so I reached out and fumbled where there might be a light switch. I touched it and pressed it, but the light didn't come on.

Broken light bulb? Or was the power cut off without paying?

It seems to be the latter.

I found an electric bill on the ground with an electric bill tucked in through a crack in the door.

Reach out and take the outdated Yueying's mobile phone and call up the flashlight function. A white ray of light pierced the darkness. This room is small, still a brick structure from decades ago, and is about a one-bedroom layout. Entering the door is the living room, which is full of easels. Each easel was covered with a white cloth.

The dense pairs of easels even make people feel dense phobia.

"What does she paint, she needs so many easels?" Shi Yueying was surprised: "Generally speaking, one or two easels are enough, and there are more drawing papers." ”

"Maybe she wanted to hold a study class, so she bought so many easels." I guessed, and casually ripped the white cloth off one of the easels.

The light of the mobile phone shone on the drawing paper on the shelf, and immediately, the picture of an ancient town jumped into view.

"Isn't this ancient town very similar to the one on the pedestrian street?" Shi Yueying swallowed her saliva.

"It's not very similar, it's exactly the same." I tore off a few more pieces of white cloth, and I saw the same ancient town painted on the drawing paper. It didn't take long for me to tear all the dozens of white cloths apart. Without exception, the paintings under the white cloth are all about that ancient town.

It's strange, why does Zhou Yu keep painting this picture? If it's practice, it's a little too neurotic. Could it be that this woman is simply paranoid neurosis?

Walking through the easel maze in a small space, a group of four of us walked through the living room, ready to enter the bedroom. To be honest, it's a mess, and the garbage is all over the floor, and it doesn't look like a girl's place at all.

"Zhou Yu." I pushed on the bedroom door: "Are you absent?" ”

Still no one responded. I gently pushed the door open, and the deadbolt made a screeching sound. The four of us used our mobile phones to shine a picture into the bedroom, and the scene in the room immediately came into view.

The four of them shook at the same time, and then the three women screamed in unison......

Perhaps, life is like a pen that can cross out your past, but it cannot erase it.

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