"You haven't investigated?" I asked. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Yes, it was said to be a writer, and some said that the person was an investor in the school. The rest was unclear, and since the person had already died, we didn't investigate anything further. Song Rong said.

I nodded, and looked around again, it didn't look like it hadn't been inhabited for a long time.

Looking around, there was no place to hide, and I couldn't find anything like that from anywhere, and even I couldn't help but wonder if there really was such a thing.

Idle and bored, I sat on the bed, only to hear the "creak", and the wooden bed moved some positions. I was stunned for a moment, and then I got off the bed and squatted down to check where the bed had moved.

"What's wrong?" Song Rong asked, crouching beside me and looking at where I looked.

"It stands to reason that such a solid bed should not be so light, not to mention that with its floor space, it is impossible to move the position because of a little movement, so I am looking at what the reason is." I said, trying to push the bed in front of me with my hand.

The bed moved in response to the sound, moving a little in the direction I was exerting force. I pulled back, but the couch still moved.

"It seems—" I continued to move, hesitantly, "there are wheels under the bed."

"Wheels?!" Song Rong repeated my words in confusion.

"Well, it's the kind of little wheel that you use to help." As I spoke, I lifted the bed board with one hand, revealing the structure underneath for Song Rong to see.

I saw that there were wheels on the four corners of the bed, and the reason why I could push seemingly bulky things so easily was because of these four wheels.

"Since the bed can be pushed, it means that there are uses that have to be pushed to do it, such as... There's a secret door in the ground! I pointed to the clean bed.

Hearing this, Song Rong hurriedly explored on the floor. After a while, a secret door was found and opened. Looking at the underground passage that appeared in front of us, we were overjoyed, but we didn't expect that this old building was really secret.

"There really is." As I spoke, the gossip plate in my hand became more and more pleasant, and I hesitated when I saw this, and at the same time grabbed Song Rong, who was about to walk towards the underground passage.

"What's wrong?" Song Rong asked, not understanding why I was holding him.

I hesitated, but finally said to him, "Let's not go down yet."

"Why? It took a long time to find this place. Song Rong asked incomprehensibly, but he still didn't act on his own, but stood aside and waited for my answer.

My mind spun quickly, and I sifted through the rhetoric, and I said to him, "I think we're going too well now, so I suspect it's a trap, and if we go down defenselessly now, we'll fall into the trap of the other side, and if someone else takes advantage of our time to go down and seal the exit, it will be bad." So I thought, let me go down and have a look first, and you can help me guard the exit, and don't let people do anything about it. ”

Song Rong was silent for a while, obviously not wanting me to go on an adventure alone. Seeing this, I said to him, "That's it, if there's anything powerful in it, I won't be able to take you with me when I run, so you're waiting for me here."

"As for safety, you can rest assured that what we deal with is definitely goblins, and what they do best is illusion, using miasma to confuse humans and lead them to their own death. And you have the bead I gave you, and it protects you from their miasma, as long as you don't leave where you are. As I spoke, I took out a yellow talisman from my pocket and handed it to him.

"Keep it just in case." With that, I patted him on the shoulder, and without him speaking, I walked down the passage in the basement. Song Rong had no choice but to stay where he was and wait for me.

to a place where there is no light to see. Although I have not been able to see the light all the time, let's just say that when it gets darker and darker, it is no longer enough to describe it as dim, and it is more appropriate to use it as dark.

I snapped my fingers, and suddenly my surroundings lit up, and a fist-sized ball of light, dangling like an electric light, moved with my feet.

It felt like walking a long staircase, and I looked around and there was nothing special, just an ordinary staircase, just a corner.

After turning the corner, I walked a dozen or so steps to the bottom, which is the basement. I've made the ball a little brighter so I can see my surroundings more clearly.

It was an empty room with some picture frames and easels, as well as used paint. In fact, I had just been able to smell the heavy smell of oil paint, as well as turpentine and toning oils. At first glance, this is a studio, but whose studio is it?

With doubts, I realized that the gossip plate in my hand was about to explode, so I put it back into the treasure bag and looked around carefully.

I thought I would find a corpse in the basement or something, but at a glance, there was no place to hide, let alone a corpse or something. There are only oil paintings that have been stored for an unknown amount of time, and oil paints scattered on the ground.

I walked up to a painting with a bust portrait of a third of a woman, and the skin was so brightly colored that it looked like a real person was standing in a frame. It's a pity that the characters inside don't have a trace of expression.

I saw a few pictures in a row, all of them were portraits of women, and they were the same woman, and the skin and complexion were unusually good, but there was no smile on each face, which made people look bored and abnormal.

Looking at it, I came to a corner of the basement, where there was a huge painting, about the height of a man, which hung on the wall like a mosaic of drawing boards, covered with a heavy white cloth, which concealed the contents of the painting.

Almost without hesitation, I lifted the white cloth, and the dust was shaken off with my tearing of the cloth and fell to the ground, and I was naturally not spared.

With a wave of my hand, I fanned off the dust in front of me, wondering in my mind, the room outside the basement was so clean, it felt like it was occupied every day, why was it so dirty underneath, and it didn't look like no one had come here for a long time, and the stairs leading to here were clean.

If the first few paintings are like real people, then this painting can be said to be a real person standing in front of me, with his movements and demeanor, all showing the consciousness that he is a living person.

I looked at the painting over and over again in disbelief, and I almost saw through it. (To be continued.) )