Feng Yan, who was not mentally prepared, immediately screamed in fright, stood up and retreated frantically. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A minute later, he gasped for breath and returned to his computer again, scrambling to close the video playback software.

He suddenly remembered that the child was sleeping, and he wondered if the shouting just now had disturbed him.

He tiptoed to his son's bedroom and carefully opened the door.

The lights were turned off and the curtains were drawn, and he couldn't see for a moment what position the child was lying in.

He turned on the light and looked at the child's bed.

There was no one in the bed.

He suddenly remembered the plot of the thriller just now, and his whole body became stiff.

What about the son?

He distinctly remembered that just now his wife had just come out of his son's room and entered their bedroom alone.

An image exploded in his mind.

The hero's wife hanged herself, and her slender figure was suspended from the ceiling by a rope, swaying......

Feng Yan turned around sharply and ran towards his bedroom.

The bedroom was silent, without any sound.

There was no sound of talking, no sound of breathing, no sound of heartbeat.

A slender figure hung in the air, long hair hanging limply.

He frantically turned on the light.

The lights silently filled the room.

He looked again, hoping that what he had just seen was an illusion.

But what he saw was the horrible corpse of his wife. She faced him, her tongue sticking out.

"No, no, no...... No way! ”

He ran over like crazy and hugged his wife's body.

The body was stiff and cold.

He felt like his brain was about to explode.

At that moment, his phone rang, and he picked it up without thinking.

"Hey, Feng Yan? I'm Aunt Li. I went to your house just now, and I saw that your parents were lying on the ground, unconscious. ”

"What do you say? What's wrong with them? Feng Yan's eyes were about to crack.

"I'll take a look again, I'll see ...... again"

Then there were footsteps.

Soon, Aunt Li's voice sounded again.

"Oh, it's a big deal, Feng Yan, your parents and their ...... They are all ...... Come back and have a look! ”

Feng Yan collapsed to the ground all of a sudden, and the phone slid to the floor.

How so? How so? It's just a movie, why did the plot in it befell me?

Feng Yan frantically tugged at his hair.

At this moment, he heard a strange sound in the living room, as if someone was tiptoeing and accidentally touched an object next to him.

Who?

Feng Yan's eyes widened.

There were only three people in the family: him, his wife, and his son. Now that the son is missing, and the wife has become a corpse, how can there be anyone else in this house?

Could it be a son? He just went to the bathroom?

He jerked to his feet and ran out.

The living room was empty.

He ran to the bathroom, where there was no one either.

He frantically opened the doors of all the rooms, but his son still disappeared as if he had evaporated from the world.

Balcony! By the way, the balcony, that's the only place I haven't seen.

He ran to the balcony and inadvertently kicked over a bench.

Still no one.

Could it be......

He trembled, trembling, grabbed the guardrail by the balcony, and looked downstairs.

Suddenly, a huge force came from behind him, and he flipped out of the guardrail at once.

Somehow, he flipped in the air, his face facing up.

He wanted to see who had pushed him down.

A human head pokes out from the edge of the guardrail. The man's facial features were distorted, his face was blue, and blood was constantly flowing from his mouth.

It's him!

It was at this moment that he felt true despair.

A few seconds later, his back hit the ground.

The world slowly turned blood red, and then, the black curtain poured into his vision like ink.

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Shi Yuan suddenly remembered a detail.

I saw a photo of a little girl just now, and I vaguely felt a little familiar. But no matter how much he recalled, he couldn't remember who the girl looked like.

He thought about all the people he knew, the familiar and the unfamiliar. Needless to say, Liu Tong thought about it like Tu Xue'er, An Lingxian, and Lin Yaqing, but in the end they all denied it.

Could that be an important clue?

Returning to that room again, carefully observing the photo, and taking it with his mobile phone, Shi Yuan left and went to the next room.

After inspecting five rooms, Shi Yuan and the others came to a very luxurious suite.

This type of room is one of the few in the Royal Hotel of England, and there is only one room on the entire three floors. As for whether there are such rooms on other floors, we can only wait until we meet with Liu Tong and their group.

Inside the room there is a separate staircase that leads to several rooms above. The lower level has a large living room, two bedrooms, a dining room, and a small meeting room. The upper floor has two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a cloakroom.

The five of them got together, and although they turned on the lights as soon as they entered, they were still very nervous.

Shi Yuan and Fang Yisheng had come to this hotel before, and they had also checked out a lot of rooms at that time. This luxurious suite is also one of them.

The lower layer looks perfectly normal. When he came to the upper floor, Shi Yuan suddenly found that the Western lady on the oil painting on the wall looked quite familiar.

That's right!

Shi Yuan walked over quickly, observed carefully, took out his mobile phone again, opened the photo of the little girl he had just taken, and made a careful comparison.

That's right, these two people seem to have a subtle similarity.

It's a strange feeling, one is an Oriental and the other is a Westerner, but there is an indescribable look.

Perhaps, because of this oil painting, I felt familiar when I saw the photo of the little girl just now.

But what does this mean?

Shi Yuan carefully removed the painting from the wall, carefully examined the front and back of the painting and the wall, but found nothing special.

Beauty is nowhere to be found.

But now, the beauty on the painting is still there.

Shi Yuan looked at his mobile phone and his heart moved.

Could it be that the oil painting in a room on the second floor is missing?

He recalled carefully and found that the oil paintings in the room of the same specification were indeed the same. For example, the oil paintings in the medium room are depicted with flowers, and the oil paintings in the upper middle rooms are depicted with landscapes. As for the beauty painting, it can only be seen in this luxurious room.

If there is nothing unusual in the oil painting in front of you, it is likely that there is a problem with the oil painting on the second floor.

Shi Yuan immediately contacted Liu Tong and quickly got an answer.

There are no oil paintings on the walls of the luxury suites on the second floor.

This undoubtedly confirms his suspicions.

Then, the next task should be to find the oil painting.

But where do you start?

At the same time, the second floor.

Zhao Haifan's face was not half bloody.

He had just seen with his own eyes that a ghost face suddenly appeared out of thin air on one of the walls. Then he heard heavy breathing from an empty room.