Two hours later, Makoto walked out of the warehouse with a dejected face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since it's a girl from a civilian family, where can I get something that can prove history?

He patted his head helplessly and scolded secretly: "I'm an idiot, how can there be any photos to see in this era, even if there is a habit of keeping a diary, it should be the male host's, and the hostess should naturally be in her hometown." ”

Naturally, Makoto can't get to the hostess's hometown.

What even made him more depressed was that there was not even a diary of the hostess, and there were not even discarded paintings related to the hostess.

None of the clues of Makoto's fantasy were found.

He sighed and said, "It seems that we can only pray that there is a clue in the master bedroom." ”

After that, he chose to hide in his room to test his negative talents.

In fact, he doesn't have 100% expectations for clues or anything, and his inferences in his heart are not as absolute as before.

So he searched for it, and he had some posture of winning and losing his life.

It's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing if you don't absolutely believe in your own reasoning, but the arrogance in Cheng's heart is really quiet.

After lunch, my parents went to the city to run errands.

Makoto came to the master bedroom.

It is no more complicated than the other rooms, with a huge double bed, two bedside tables, a wardrobe, a table, a pile of potted plants, and two paintings hanging on the wall.

To be honest, the illusion formed by the haunted house is very interesting, and the knowledge that Makoto has learned is real, and the feeling of the passage of time is so real, but Makoto is indeed entering this room for the first time.

Haunted houses seem to prefer to let you see what you want to see, and deliberately obscure other places that you don't notice.

It must be the characteristic of 'thinking for work' that Mr. Thomas said.

The first thing that catches Makoto's eye is the portrait of the bedside approaching 40-60.

It was a green meadow, and behind the meadow was a tall cedar forest.

The hostess sat on the grass, wearing a long white dress and a straw hat, looking at a book with a white cover.

The painting on the other side of the bed is relatively large, and it depicts another place.

This is a very large river, the hostess leans on the side of the boat and looks at the river in front of her, the sunset falls in the upper river, the picture is intertwined with light and dark, and it looks quite charming.

Makoto couldn't see anything in it, and the first thing that came to mind was to see if there was something hidden behind it.

Both paintings are hung above, so they are easy to explore.

But when Makoto took the portrait away, there was just a simple wall behind him, and he knocked on it, and what he heard was a dull sound.

Clearly, there is nothing hidden here.

Then there is the bedside table, under the pillow, under the bed, in the wardrobe, and even under the wardrobe.

Makoto searched almost the entire room, but found no evidence of the hostess's identity.

Cheng said helplessly: "Can it only be guessed?"

He sighed, lay on his back on the bed and looked at the painting, and said in a low voice: "I can't prove the identity of the hostess, so I can only go to the tree where she committed suicide and look for it, maybe there will be some resentment that she is unwilling to receive." ”

He sat up, and something seemed to flash in his eyes.

He was slightly stunned, and his eyes looked at the mural in front of him.

The painting is still the same as before, and there are no changes.

But Makoto is 100% sure that just now, something seems to have moved in the painting.

He lay back in his original position again, then got up.

But the painting has not changed.

Makoto changed a few angles, looked at it for a long time, and suddenly felt that the river was a little familiar.

"This river seems to be quite similar to the one in the encyclopedia book that Elena turned to. ”

This is not the river of this island, it is likely the river of the hostess's hometown.

"What kind of clue is this?"

He was a little helpless at this useless discovery, sighed, turned around and wanted to leave, but turned around abruptly, and said, "No, no, the change in the painting just now is not an illusion, there must be something reminding me." ”

Ever since he saw the bodies of the little boy and girl who had been squeezed out by himself and Elena, Makoto sensed that in the midst of all this illusion, there was still a glimmer of resistance.

The tragedy of the past constitutes this haunted house, this illusion, and the next development of the illusion will inevitably become more and more dark, just like the remnant sun in the painting, and the world will soon fall into darkness.

All this warmth is just a disguise for despair.

But after all, the haunted house is composed of souls and thoughts, and there are thoughts that naturally cannot be absolute, and in all this illusion, there is still a real desire to break free from tragedy.

Makoto had seen the little boy and the little girl's residual longing before, so was the change just now a reminder?

Makoto looked at the painting and said curiously: "Is it my current situation, or is the hostess an important clue to be able to leave safely?"

Makoto pondered, and suddenly felt a feeling of being watched, and his heart trembled, and he left the room as if nothing had happened.

Perhaps his recent performance has deviated more and more from the script, and the haunted house has observed himself a little more often.

This observation continued until after dinner.

Cheng thinks that if he becomes strong in the future, it must be a good topic to study haunted houses, such as why haunted houses have such poor ability to manipulate illusions, and the formation principle of haunted house illusions.

"If we rely purely on the power of death, resentment, and curse, I am afraid that it should form a hopeless space, but if knowledge can be preserved here, it must hide the fragments of the soul, and this is probably the reason for the existence of that small hope. ”

"I'm afraid it's because of these too many soul fragments that this place is a little different from the haunted house that Thomas described. ”

He shook his head, not thinking about it.

After that, his guide, then the evil old man will come and guide him to the headquarters, and he must make some preparations.

He sat on the bed, frowning slightly, thinking of another question that he had overlooked.

"He's coming to me? So he's actually found my location? So as a cult member, is he really only developing his own personnel?"

It suddenly occurred to him in his heart that the first person killed by the little boy who was a member of the cult was a little girl, but the little girl was the third to die, so what was the reason for being the first little boy to die?

Did the werewolf she and Elena see in that room have any special meaning?

And what does the painting on the plate that bears fruit that I saw on the second floor mean?

"Ahh

He lay on the bed depressed, thinking about the two-headed black cat under the pillow, and the whole person immediately broke away from his body.

Unlike before, he was able to completely control his form at this time.

Therefore, the place where he appeared at this time was in front of his own house.

Looking at the house, which had been shrouded in darkness, Makoto moved and carved a surname on the floor in front of the door.

Zelta.