We walked around the hall and entered the side room inside, here are two suites, the outside is a small hall for eating, and the inside is the kitchen for cooking, it seems that no one has used it for a long time, the pot is cold and the stove is clean, but it is very clean.

There was nothing to see on the first floor, we went straight up to the second floor. At the entrance of the stairs on the second floor was a living room, where a few people were sitting smoking cigarettes and whispering, looking more excited, and I listened to them a few times, discussing the purchase of Fan Xiong's paintings.

Fan Xiong is a well-known artist in the industry, and her works have little influence in China, but they are very popular with foreign collectors and enthusiasts. With her death, all her works were sold, attracting a group of dealers with a keen sense of smell.

There were a lot of people here, and no one noticed us, so I walked in with the bell. Further inside is Fan Xiong's studio and the bedroom where he stays. As I was walking down the hallway, Xie Ling grabbed me, pointed to a photo on the wall and said, "Look."

I glanced at it, and I was immediately intrigued. The background of the photograph is in the lobby on the first floor of the building, and the main body is two people, one sitting and one standing behind him. The one sitting was Fan Xiong, and the one standing was a woman with long hair and a very feminine nature, my heart was beating wildly, she was Lei Lei.

The two people in the photo have strange expressions, there is an unnatural strictness, especially Lei Lei, and even a little wooden. Only a person with a dead heart can show such an expression.

This woman is familiar, isn't she the heroine of Fan Xiong's painting "Library", and they seem to have a very close relationship. Xie Ling said. In the photo, the hands of the two women are gently clasped together. This grip is really uncomfortable, because they have ten fingers interlocked.

If you are not a lover, you will not use this kind of finger crossing to enrich a strong ambiguous and sexually suggestive grip.

Fan Xiong is really a Lala. Xie Ling said.

Looking at this photo, I feel very uncomfortable, Lei Lei has always appeared in my dreams, and I have regarded her as a gift from my holy aunt. But now that I look at it, this Lei Lei actually has a leg with Fan Xiong. Having a woman cuckold me sounds wicked.

Then again, who the hell is this Lei Lei? I have a soul in my heart, and she has appeared several times and is as mysterious as the wind. I suspect that this woman may have died, and that it was only her ghost who came to me.

We walked down the hallway to the end, where the door was locked and there was a sign on it that said Studio. Xie Ling pushed his hand and locked the door.

We tried our luck by pushing other doors, all of which were locked. Xie Ling said: It seems that I can only come back at night.

What he said was meaningful, and I could tell that he wanted to be a gentleman on the beam and sneak in at night.

Xie Ling told me that he was going downstairs to take a look and look for clues. I had something on my mind, so I didn't follow, but found a place to sit casually on the second floor. The people in the living room were still haggling, and no one was looking at me. I took a glass of water and had just taken a sip when I noticed a door in the hallway and opened a crack in it.

I wondered, the door was pushed just now, it was not pushed, it should have been locked, how did it open now?

No one noticed, so I crept over and looked through the crack in the door. It was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. It's daylight, so it's not going to be haunted, so I pushed the door open. It was supposed to be a grocery room, with some discarded tables and chairs, brushes, sketches, waste paper, etc., filled with the smell of old paint, which was a bit smoky.

The room was not big, you could see through it at a glance, it was empty. That's weird. I walked into the room, closed the door, and went in one step at a time.

The room had a large load-bearing wall, which caused a corner, and I turned around to find that there was a wooden ladder on the wall. Looking up along the wooden ladder, there was a secret door at the ceiling.

The room was poorly lit and a little gloomy, and I hesitated for a moment, but I still wanted to go up and have a look. Holding on to the wooden ladder, I climbed up, poked my head out of the secret door, and saw that it was dark all around, and this should be the attic.

After a few glances, I didn't see anything, I was a little scared, so I wanted to go back, and just then, a shining flashlight slipped in the distance.

When I saw the flashlight flashing, my heart moved. I wanted to find a solution, but at this time I dispelled this idea. I always feel that the holy aunt is my personal privacy secret, and it is better to solve the bell or not know.

I held the edge with both hands and went up to the attic. There was a musty smell of mildew that hit my brain, and I squinted my eyes and walked slowly in the direction where the flashlight had just slipped in the light of the faint light. After two steps, I overlooked one thing, the attic was a wooden structure, full of beams and purlins, and it creaked when I stepped on it, and even if I took a light step, the sound still came out.

A woman's voice came from the darkness: Who?

Immediately a beam of light came over, the light was very dazzling, my eyes couldn't adapt for a while, and I quickly covered it with my hand: Don't panic, it's me.

Who are you?

In a blur, I saw a woman with short hair, half-squatting and walking slowly. I rubbed my eyes, and it took me a long time to get used to the light, and I slowly saw the appearance of the woman in front of me. I was so scared that my soul was about to fly, and I sat on the ground. There was a particularly screeching sound from the floor below.

Hey, hold on, don't collapse the ceiling. She said.

The woman in front of her is the extremely mysterious Lei Lei in Fan Xiong's painting.

She touched her face, looked at my frightened expression, and said suspiciously: Am I scary?

Lei Lei? I tried to scream.

Do you know my sister? She said: I am not Huang Leilei. Who are you?

I blinked quickly and took a closer look at her, she wasn't really Leilei. Lei Lei has long hair, and she hugged me from behind a few times, which is a very unique feeling, and it really doesn't look like the woman in front of her.

The story is complicated. I said, "Then who are you?"

The woman ignored me, as if she had a thick leather notebook in her hand, and she walked past me, meaning to go down the attic. As soon as I grabbed her hand, she screamed and said angrily: "What are you doing?

I'll take a look at what you take. I say.

Don't worry about it, it's my sister's stuff. She began to struggle.

I'm looking at your sister's stuff! I've always wondered if Lei Lei is a human or a ghost, and now that she finally has a clue, how can she let it go. This woman doesn't look like Pepper, but she doesn't have any strength in her hands, and I twist her wrist slightly, and the notebook falls to the ground.

She grabbed it with her other hand, she was faster than me, and she copied it in her hand.

I turned my back to block her scratching, and leaned in the dim light to see that the notebook was very thick, and when I turned the first page, there was written the pen words of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing: Notes from the underworld.

I know this word, it is definitely Fan Xiong's handwriting. I turned to the next page, and there was a sentence written on the page: Death, is it the end of eternity, or the beginning of another life?

My heart was pounding, there must be a lot of Fan Xiong's secrets recorded here, and I couldn't wait to turn the next page, when there was a sharp pain in my wrist, and this woman actually bit me in the mouth. I screamed in pain: You are a dog?

Who told you to rob me of something? She was furious.

Is this your thing? This is Fan Xiong's note, which has a dime to do with your sister? Besides, you said that you are Lei Lei's sister, who can prove it, did you bring your ID card, I'll take a look.

So what do you do? She said, "You are a robber, a thief."

Cut, call the police and arrest me. I have now made up my mind that this notebook must not be leaked. Such a secret information, even if it is passed out in the future, I have to be the first to know.

I ignored her, I felt strange, if I saw such a beautiful girl in the past, I would definitely be submissive, she would do whatever I wanted, and now where did I get the courage, I can actually flirt with my face.

She's just come out of the attic, and I think there's still something good there, so I'll search it again. I walked in with my waist bent, and I didn't take two steps, when I suddenly heard a cry behind me, and when I looked back, the girl was simply sitting on the ground, holding her knees with her hands, crying silently.

I was moved by compassion, walked back again, and said, "What is there to discuss, tell me what is going on?"

Can I trust you? Do you know that she raised her tear-stained eyes and looked at me: My sister died unjustly, I am such a real sister, and I have been investigating the cause of her death.

I sat next to her, hesitated, and said slowly: I'll tell you a secret.

She looked at me.

Just recently, I met your sister a few times, and she was in a very abnormal state, and I was looking for clues about her.

She grabbed me and wiped the tears from her face: what the hell is going on?

You promise me first that you can't tell me this secret. Also, we share information, and you have to be honest with me. I say.

She said eagerly that there was no problem, and then my mobile phone rang suddenly, and I hurriedly connected it, and there was a sound from inside: Where did you kid run?

I'm improvised: I'm in the toilet.

In the toilet? How can I hear your bell coming from the ceiling.

I immediately opened my mouth and hurriedly said: I heard it wrong, I'll come out immediately. Quickly hung up the phone. I looked at the girl in front of me and said word by word: My secret, you especially can't tell this person on the phone.