Huang Yizhe didn't move the photo frame, he just took a look. Although he didn't know what the reason for An Ruosu's suicide was, he thought that although she was dead, there was at least one who loved her deeply and had been thinking about her for three years.
A man who has been around for a long time - Lin Qing is also a blessing.
The decorations on this floor are very simple, and you can say that they are clear at a glance. When you walk forward, everything here comes to your eye.
An old color TV was covered with dust, and the silver-gray refrigerator was covered with spider webs. The row of sofas simply placed in the corners of the wall also changed their appearance due to the rampant mice.
The worn-out coffee table, the table with a broken leg that was bitten by a mouse was twisted and crooked.
It seems that this place has not been around for a long time. I believe that except for Lin Xinghui who often comes here to mourn An Ruosu, no one will come again.
When I walked to the innermost part of the first floor, I finally saw the stairs leading to the attic on the second floor.
Looking at the sky outside, it has become dimmer and dimmer. Even if it is not cloudy today, the night is about to come in a while.
I don’t know whether An Ruosu committed suicide on the first floor or on the second floor, so I forgot to ask Lin Qing at that time.
As for what Lin Qing said about seeing ghosts at night, Huang Yizhe naturally would not believe it. He came here just to find some clues. Perhaps what happened three years ago would be related to what happened three years later.
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Just as Huang Yizhe was about to turn to the second floor, he accidentally found a small square table placed opposite him, and there was a very conspicuous red paper on the small square table, and a black piece of paper was placed on the red paper.
pen.
"What is this?" Out of curiosity, Huang Yizhe quickly walked over.
When he got closer, he felt even more strange. Huang Yizhe stroked the table with his fingers and looked down. There was no dust on his fingers.
This small square table was spotless. Obviously, it was a table that was often used, otherwise it would be impossible for it to be invisible to have any dust.
Isn’t this place a long time ago? Why are there still people wiping this table so clean? Is it because of Lin Xi?
Looking down, there was a piece of red paper on the table. There was no text written on the paper, but there were circles after circle. Each circle was extremely irregular in size, but each circle was
They are all tightly connected.
"Uncle, what are you looking at?" Yuze hurriedly walked over.
When he saw the red paper and pen fairy on the table, he couldn't help but be stunned.
"What a strange piece of paper. I remember where I have seen these strange circles, but I can't call them for a while." Huang Yizhe pinched the red paper and looked at it with interest.
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After a moment of silence, Yuze said: "Uncle, these are actually the props needed to play the Pen Xian game - pen and paper, and these strange circles on it are what appear when playing the Pen Xian game."
"Bixian Game?" Huang Yizhe said suddenly: "By the way, I remembered it, yes! This is called Bixian Game."
Looking at the circles after circle on the red paper, Huang Yizhe couldn't help but ask again: "Oze, have you ever played such a game?"
"I played occasionally, but because I felt it was not very effective, I never played it again." Yuze looked at Huang Yizhe in confusion and asked, "Did you have never played it before?"
Huang Yizhe put the red paper on the table, "I have heard of the Pen Xian Game, but I have never played it, because I never believe in these superstitious things that bewitch the world."
"I know you don't believe this uncle," Yuze looked at the dazzling red paper on the table and frowned slightly, "Is she also playing with the pen fairy?"