Qiongzhi frowned slightly. If the witch didn't want them to stay in the red house, shouldn't she have stopped them from coming in? Why was everything going so smoothly?
Unfortunately, he couldn't figure out the key for the time being.
The red house was still empty. Zild looked at Qiongzhi in confusion: "There's nothing in here?"
[Is this kid stupid? How can I lie right in front of you with the words "I am the clue" written on my body?]
I can’t imagine.
[I can’t imagine that either.]
[The house is so small, if you can't find it, just search it. You'll find it eventually.]
[Will they let you live until you turn the house upside down? ]
【See how the anchor operates. 】
"Let's go upstairs." Qiongzhi said. When they were looking for the diary, they walked through the first floor. Although the design of the first floor was strange, there were actually not many places to hide things. The overall design was more like a confusing inducement.
So Qiongzhi felt that they should focus on the upstairs.
The three of them went up to the second floor one after another, and what they saw was a living room that now looked somewhat familiar to them: a very retro brown sofa and a set of wooden tables and chairs, all covered with a thick layer of dust.
The floor-standing bell had long been broken, the pendulum below no longer swung, and the clock face was gray.
There were several large cupboards in the living room, but unfortunately, there was nothing inside them anymore. However, looking at these cupboards, one could probably guess that the owner of this house once loved collecting exquisite utensils. Perhaps she once sat in this living room, using these exquisite utensils, happily enjoying exquisite afternoon tea...
"Oh..." Qiongzhi sighed. The more she looked at these things, the more she could feel that an exquisite and beautiful person had lived here, and the more uncomfortable she felt.
Especially since he had seen... a beautiful figure that appeared in his mind, but was finally...
Her thoughts paused for a moment, and Qiongzhi suddenly turned her head to look in the direction of the room where she had run into and hidden before.
According to the story, those people broke into the woman's house late at night and... So the woman might have died in her own room at that time!
As soon as she had this thought, a gust of wind suddenly blew open the window, blowing the two window panes inward.
"The fire is coming!" cried Childe.
The cornfield and the cemetery are both located in the suburbs, not far away from each other, so the fire from the cemetery was carried over by the wind.
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