When I woke up, I thought I was gone, but I was still in this room.

I touched my cold face and couldn't help but think: "I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead, hahahaha, I'm not dead,......... It seems that God is still treating me very well, and I am not dead. Hahaha, I'm not dead, wait, just now I dreamed of a few people, who are those people? What are they, what are they called, what are they called?"

I tried hard to hit my head with my hand, but I couldn't remember anything, and I was so angry that I kept hitting myself on the head. My stomach cramped again, I covered my stomach all at once, curled up on the floor, I got up in a cold sweat, sat on the stool, crawled on the table, and stared at the room.

I thought to myself: "Since God didn't let me die, since I'm still alive, it means that I still have hope, I still want to go out, I want to be strong, little love, you have to be strong." You have to be strong. I'm going to go out, looking for memories, looking for my past, and I've just remembered something in a trance, but now I don't remember, alas! When I go out, I must try to recover my memory, I want to continue to explore here, I remember that the study, the living room, the bedroom all the places have been explored, and where, and where, and where, there must be places that I missed, places I didn't notice, I want to think, I must think slowly, where else, where?"

Thinking of this, I struggled to get up again, stood up, clutched my stomach, endured the discomfort all over my body, and looked at the room strongly.

I always believed that I could get out because I had to.

There was something else I hadn't noticed, I looked back and forth, left and right, and walked the room countless times, but I didn't see any useful clues.

Since there is no way, there is only one way, I take the books and throw them everywhere in the room, take the stool and throw it everywhere, I just want to see, what else can this room do?

While I was throwing books and stools, there were three paintings on the wall that I had dropped from something.

I looked at the mess all over the place, and sure enough, after a while, all of these things returned to their original places, but the paintings did not return to their original places.

What happened to those paintings? I suddenly felt that my body was not in pain, and I felt that I was not feeling bad, and I felt that I was suddenly energetic, so I hurriedly ran over and picked up those paintings.

I looked left, right, up, down, forward, back, just like ordinary paintings, but the strange thing is that these paintings fell off the wall, and they were different from other things, and they returned to their original places after a while, but these paintings didn't react at all.

In order to test these paintings, one side of one of my paintings was gently torn a little bit, and I kept staring at the torn place, no matter where it was torn for a long time, there was no reaction at all, and I couldn't restore it to its original state, and my heart was full of questions?

These paintings should be the key points, and I have to study them carefully.

These paintings do not seem to be related to each other, and each painting is not the same.

I put the three paintings on the ground and arranged them, and the first one was a corner of a garden with a big cloud tree, and a shining flower was gone underneath.

This second painting is a small waterfall, which seems to flow down from a small rockery, and under this rockery is full of fish of various colors, red, green, blue, yellow, white, all kinds of fish in the water, as if swimming freely.

I looked at the third painting with a big stone in the lower right corner, the top of the big stone seemed to be the corner of a house, and on the left of the big stone was the shining flower.

I took down the other five paintings and spread them on the ground to look closely, the left side of the fifth painting seemed to be the corner of a rockery, the right side was a half of a house, and below was a shining flower, and there was a path in the middle of the shining flower.

I looked at the sixth painting, and it seemed to be the bottom of a cloudy tree on the top, and I could see that there was a stone table and four stone benches under the cloudy tree. Underneath is also a shining flower. The cloud tree in this painting seems to be the cloud tree in the first painting.

I hurriedly put the first painting together with these six paintings, and it turned out to be just right together.

I seemed to have found some key trick, I hurriedly observed the seventh painting, the seventh painting was exactly in the middle of the building of the house, and there was also a shining flower in front, I hurriedly put all the paintings left and right, and put it together, it happened to be a complete painting, but there was still one piece missing, exactly in the middle, and there was a painting with a path in the shining flower in the middle.

In the upper left of the painting is a huge cloud tree, under which there is a stone table and four stone benches. Below is a shining flower, there is a rockery in the middle, the rockery has a gurgling water, flowing into a small pond below, there are fish of various colors in the pond, playing freely. In front of the pond is another shining flower. Next to the shining flower is a shining flower, there is a path in the shining flower, leading to a building in the upper right of this painting, and there is also a rockery in the lower right of this large painting shining flower, like a courtyard, except that there is a painting next to a pond, and the poor painting is the one in this shining flower, the path leading to that building. There was already a road underneath the painting that I had stitched, but because of that one, there was no way.

Where is this painting? Where is this painting hidden?

I hurriedly rummaged around the room, looking everywhere, but unfortunately I didn't find it, I searched everywhere, but I didn't.

Now I finally found a clue, but unfortunately there is only one painting missing, where is this painting? Where is it? I have to think about it.

I searched all the places, yes, under the table, I ran under the table and looked, no.

I ran under the table in the living room and couldn't find it, should I be trapped here again?

I kept in the room for a long time, I didn't find anything, my mind was blank, my stomach cramped at this time, I couldn't stand it, I lay on the bed with my stomach in my hands, and I saw that the painting was about to be spliced, but there was one missing, where is it?

I couldn't help but sigh, I curled up on the bed with my stomach clutched, I looked at the empty roof and thought to myself, "This painting can't be hidden on the roof, right?"