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Makoto walked out with a stomach full of questions, but he smelled a smell of meat in his nose.

Elena pointed to the kitchen and said, "It looks like a kitchen." ”

Makoto's face was a little worse, and he didn't have to think about it, Makoto knew that eighty percent of the things cooked there were related to people.

Although the smell of meat became more and more intense, Makoto and Elena both ignored this point and turned their heads to go upstairs.

There was a mist of cooking from the kitchen, but Makoto and Elena were determined not to look at it, and the fog finally dissipated on its own.

As she stepped into the second floor, Elena couldn't control her curiosity and glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and vaguely seemed to see a child.

There are two more rooms on the second floor than on the first floor, seven in all, four in the direction of the staircase, three on this side, and a relatively large space in the middle, with a table and five chairs, on which is placed a fruit bowl, but the fruit on it has long since dried up.

Makoto recalled, and found that the little girl's room should be the innermost room on the left.

But he had barely taken two steps when the fruit bowl on the side of the table moved on its own.

Makoto looked up and saw that the fruit in the bowl seemed to have gone back in time and became fresh again.

It was as if there was an invisible person, and an apple rolled out of the fruit bowl and rolled towards Makoto.

Boom!

Because Makoto didn't pick it up, the apple fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and finally stopped as if it had lost momentum.

Immediately after that, the second fruit rolled from the plate a few times and rolled towards Makoto again.

Unlike the first apple, the first one is noticeably more powerful, as if someone is straining, while this one is rolling on its own.

It is an orange that is fresh and at the same time looks soft.

Boom!

This time it was quieter, but it was a wooden floor, and the sound was still there.

The orange is rolling on its own, so although it doesn't seem to have much strength, it has a lot of stamina and rolls all the way to Makoto's feet.

He stared at the oranges for a while and replied, "I'm sorry, I'm allergic to oranges, do you know about allergies? ”

Elena was a little speechless about Makoto's words to the orange, but unlike Makoto, she was still more difficult to accept as an undead person, and although she knew that it was caused by the resentful spirit phenomenon called the haunted house, she was a little uneasy after all.

However, to Elena's surprise, the orange seemed to really understand Makoto's words, and dried up as if it had lost its moisture.

After only three or two breaths, the orange turned into a black dust, which was blown away by a wind formed by the force of death.

Makoto frowned and looked at the remaining bananas and a fruit on the plate that he had never seen before, and said secretly, "Four?"

He thought for a moment, went to the table and sat down, his fingers tapping on the table, as if he was lost in thought.

Elena stood behind him, a little puzzled by Makoto's approach.

She looked at the apple on the ground with a little distraction, and sure enough, the apple was gone again.

Makoto knocked on the table, suddenly reached out and pulled the fruit plate over, and said, "The plate is beautiful." ”

He poured the fruit on the table and took the plate like Zheng Guoren who bought the pearls.

The fruit on the plate is like a ginseng fruit, and as soon as it falls on the table, it sinks into the table and disappears.

Makoto took the plate, was silent for a while, and smiled at Elena, "Guess what I found?"

Elena was puzzled and asked, "What?"

"It may be a haunted house, or someone's soul, or something else, but whatever it is, there is a being that can communicate with us to some extent. ”

Makoto handed the plate to Elena and said, "He's guiding us, from the painting at the door, to the studio, and even to the kitchen, if he doesn't want to lead us into a trap, then he must be trying to tell us something, or what does he want to communicate with us?"

He pondered for a moment and asked, "People in different regions will have some differences in thinking, so let's limit this thinking and ask ourselves the question, 'Are the ways of thinking and communicating of different races also very different?'"

Elena couldn't catch up with his way of thinking and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, is there a possibility that from the moment we walk through the door, this being has been simply communicating with us?"

Elena looked at the power of death flowing in the house, and her heart moved, and she said, "Just like the identity of my ghost armor or your identity of the ghost ship, the haunted house is actually a kind of undead?"

Makoto nodded and replied: "In the world of the living, haunted houses are a phenomenon, but this is the sea of dead souls, the gathering place of death, so it is not incomprehensible that haunted houses have become undead units, after all, even the island here can be counted as a living thing." ”

Although it is ridiculous to say it, even such an unreasonable thing as a person from another world exists, so it is not incomprehensible that a haunted house has become an undead.

Elena looked around and asked, "Then what do you say, what does he think?" ”

"It probably has something to do with the reason for his formation, the reason for his existence that shaped his personality, at least that's what I think. ”

"You mean the soul that formed his original master?"

"Probably. ”

Makoto pointed to the plate and said, "Look at it." ”

Elena realized that there was something peculiar about the pattern on the plate.

The pattern on the plate appears to be some kind of plant, and the plant bears various fruits, including apples, oranges, bananas, and other unknown fruits that were originally on the plate.

Elena looked closely, and with a stir in her heart, she turned the plate over.

"It's!"

Elena exclaimed in surprise as she spotted the boy at the bottom of the plate who had gone deep into the woods.

The figure of the little boy appeared at the very bottom of the plate, surrounded by plants, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The picture on the plate has been artistically processed, but even so, Elena can still see the posture of the little boy who has struggled.

Elena put the plate back on the table and said suspiciously, "What does this mean?" ”

Makoto frowned, as if he was still a little unsure, but something surprising happened.

The picture on the plate seemed to move, and the fruit that was supposed to be a painting slowly grew out of the plate, but in just a few dozen seconds, apples, oranges, bananas, and unknown fruits appeared again on the plate.

Chengcheng's heart tightened, and he said in a deep voice: "The other party can hear what we say! And he can hear it very clearly, understand it very clearly, and even express it very clearly." ”

Elena said, "What?"

Makoto raised his chin to the plate and said, "This is his answer to your question." ”

Seeing that Elena was still puzzled, he said: "The plate has been drawn, and the 'food' grows from the plants that trapped the little boy, combined with the picture of the little boy going to the forest behind the beginning, and the current situation of the kitchen on the first floor, then it has been explained very clearly to some extent. ”

Cheng paused, and said in a deep voice with a somewhat ugly face: "The little boy made food, at least food for something!"