If there is anyone in this world who misses, someone will collect the body for you. \t

Inside, as Victoria dried up, the vines withered, and the disgusting brown branches seemed to lose their power, shrinking until they dried up, shrunk, and finally turned to powder. Died quickly, disappeared quickly, as if it had never existed again.

The room was also revealed in its original form by the disappearance of the branches. The original fresh, clean and warm appearance, the traces of the ubiquitous hostess arrangement, and the appearance of someone who once took care of the place.

The daughter's room is a world of blue and pink. A pink princess with a heart, but also loves the blue sea. The pink princess bed has a picture of the sea, and the blue is dazzling. On a simple rose openwork high-backed wooden chair, there is a small hole in the back of the chair, which seems to be the mark of a long sword, and the chair is empty, and it is placed in the middle of the house, surrounded by dolls with small fish, soft cushions, and discarded single socks. There is a sense of the picture, as if there was once a girl's favorite thing, or such a beautiful person, sitting on this chair, holding the girl's favorite doll, telling the story that the girl loves to hear, the little girl is very naughty sitting on the ground, leaning on the soft cushion, listening to the story seriously or actively. The pink curtains can now sweep in the breeze, but the storytellers and listeners are gone.

Walking inside, in the hanging corridor, the portraits of relatives make the origin of the family's bloodline clear. The color is neat and clear, delicately outlining the small wrinkles between the eyebrows. The portraits of the elders are particularly stern, but they are also a little kind. The oldest portraits, which can even be traced back to 500 years, are very different from the appearance of later generations, but they seem to be vaguely related to the bloodline. The thick family roots never seem to have disappeared from this family.

Come, step through the red-carpeted side porch and climb the winding staircase. Casually push open an oak coffee-colored door, the darkness inside began to be a little uncomfortable, but when you get used to it, you finally see the inside clearly, you find that it is the flannel that covers the light, walk over, gently open the opaque flannel, is two red high-backed gold trimmed carved high backs, and I was surprised to find that the front of the high-backed chair is empty, but forward, down, is a more shocking space. Not because it's spacious, it's because it's subtle. It seems to be an ancient stage, but a cold light hits it directly, it is starlight, it is moonlight, and the hidden glass in the upper corner of the stage seems to be difficult to find. There was also a half-silver mask on the stage, which seemed to have been broken by some sharp object, neatly broken in half, bearing the moonlight alone.

The red chairs are full of spectators, in a comfortable posture, with their eyes closed and their faces relaxed, as if they are listening to the most beautiful music in the world, singing the mysterious language, chanting the horn that may summon death.

Leaving here, leaving this stagnant space, and moving on, is the master's study. On the brown bookcase, heavy books record the profound history. The white paper on the table seemed to have undried ink, and a white quill pen was dripping a round drop of ink. The delicately crafted gramophone on the high side table by the window, I don't know why it was broken, the force was so great that it was not half of the original appearance, only the pointer gave room for identification. On the white wall facing the window, there is an oil painting, detailing a castle, ancient and huge, facing the window, as if he was once in the opposite unwilling place, standing here, you can see, you can compare, full of nostalgia. The badge in the lower left corner of the painting and the bold signature are clearly visible and legible.

Come, get out of this dreary study, come, come to the most reassuring place in this beautiful and comfortable little home. It's not the luxurious living room, it's not the comfortable bedroom, it's the place where the beautiful and gentle hostess holds afternoon tea and holds a sweet cake and smiles at you. The warm venue and the soft sunlight sprinkled on the blooming pink roses and roses. Teapot sets with rich enamel glaze are on delicate white lace tablecloths, a tower-like snack rack with 100 plates of gold rim is lined with dim sum crumbs, and by the way, lovely hand-embroidered semi-finished products. She smiled and said that the weather was fine today.

There's an irise, it's strange, it's not in the garden, it's not with its companions, it's at Victoria's afternoon tea table, it's at Victoria's bedside, it's occasionally shadowed on the desk, it's at the girl's hand when it's telling stories. It's in their hearts. There are names that everyone has given it. There's a secret that everybody tells it. But its favorite is Victoria. Her gentle greetings.

How can this disappear so easily? But no matter how ordinary life is, it's just the simplest world, how can it be so easy, say no, there is nothing. It'll never be able to comprehend. The impermanence of the world is so unreasonable. It is precisely because I don't understand that I have to fight. Isn't that unconscionable?

A group of people just walked back and forth in the magic house, watching the people coming in and out, carrying bones, or rescuing the wounded.

Outside the house, a little farther away, Robert was directing a group of local people to carry the people who had been carried out and disposed of, and several members of the Lion Corps, who had just been rescued but were already able to move, were also separating the corpses from the living, the living were carried on stretchers for the doctors to treat, and the corpses could be claimed and disposed of if they could not be claimed. Some exclaimed, others wept. Farther away were the servants of Loutte, who were sitting beside Miss Lout's frail body, weeping and crying out for Miss Lout's suffering.

"Brother Shadow, are we dreaming?" Miga touched his head and touched one of his walls, as if this cut mark, why did he think so much.

"What do you think? The ghost floated ...... a lot, "Little shadow, look." "Sunshadow's spread hand, after the gray unidentified object flashed, there was a mermaid's doll. The doll has a little less weird atmosphere and looks very cute.

"To it, they're alive. Sunshadow sighed slightly. "Once we step in, we really enter this house, we dream about it, and we are in this real world. ”

"I heard that this Victoria committed suicide after being gang~raped. After the group of bandits broke in, they brutally hacked the girl to death, and in front of the male host~ raped Victoria, and then killed the male host. Victoria cleaned up their bodies and then committed suicide in the flower room. Melson said with a look of resentment.

"How do you know?" asked Mott.

"I just inquired about it when I was shopping with you. The monsters are all over, so we have to know what happened to this family. Melson said proudly.

"And how do they know?" asked Nikkage.

"They said that the day after the incident, some of them went in and looked into it. The scene was extremely brutal. They guessed based on the scene. Victoria was hanged in the flower room. Only the hanged ghost who commits suicide has the most resentment power. The explorer was so frightened that he ran away, and on the third day he could not enter the house. Later, he told people everywhere that Victoria was the one who was wronged. The people did not believe it, but those who came to investigate, those who did good deeds, including the one who found the body, did not go back. They are the ones who believe. ”

"Speculation, not all of it," Sunkage said.

Miss Lout believed it. That young lady is also an unconscious resident, and she especially likes to go to the haunted house to play, which is not a coincidence. This haunted house is a real haunted house. ”

"How do you know that?" Mi Jian asked this time interjecting. "You know all that, that miss. ”

"Fart, Robert said okay at the meeting. I still listened to a few words. It's not like you guys one by one. Melson was even more smug at this point.

"When you're done, let's burn this place. Sunshadow said lightly. \t

The sky-high fire reflected the sun shadow and the group were dyed with a layer of fiery red, covering the dried blood stains on the clothes and armor, as if wrapped in a fiery red glaze, warm and soft. The group stood in front of the fire, watching as the once spired-white buildings gradually collapsed and disappeared in the fire, and the crackling and burning sound kept coming.

At least death can reunite you.

Sunshadow watched all of this without words.

"Brother Shadow, let Robert take care of your injuries for you first, right?" said Melson. From the moment he saw that there were still people alive, Robert never stopped. But the person in front of him, the blood oozing from his clothes, as if he didn't see it, didn't think about himself at all, and let Robert go first.

Sunshadow shook her head. "It's out of the way. ”

None of them were injured, but they were the thinnest-looking teenagers, covered in scars and slightly distressed. Melson wanted to say more.

"By the way, Brother Ying, I just saw you slashing Boss Peng?" But without a heart, Miga suddenly remembered something and said, which attracted everyone's attention. "How does that monster know that he wants to become Boss Peng?Does he only become an important person?......" Miga's question was interrupted by a painful sound, and he received a shudder from Sun Shadow.

"And what's going on?, becoming the boss?" said Melson, interested.

As soon as Hikage thought that the man would know about it when he returned to the Imperial Capital, he gave three more blows.

"Why are you still fighting...... I'm just asking...... Stop fighting, I'll shut up. ”

Sunshadow gave him a cold look, only to realize that the crowd was looking at them, and he coughed slightly in embarrassment, and turned to ask Melson. "What happened to that family?"

Melson and Mott wanted to know more. But due to the three blows of Sun Shadow's iron fist, coupled with the awkward change of the topic, everyone could only follow the topic and look at Melson.

At that time, in that illusory theater, the dream-like opera revealed the real and black-concealed history, and the final ending was indeed curious.

"That's it. Melson said in a brisk voice. "That should be asked by Boss Peng, he should be clearer. The history of the destruction of this family is the history of the family of Boss Peng, how much can outsiders know, and there is no one who knows more than the secrets of the royal family. ”

"Boss Peng talks about history......" Miga's muscles twitched slightly.

Spectacles...... Whip...... Serious face...... Everyone made up for a while......

It's okay to not know...... Kindness......