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Chapter 1102 Blind Women Are Not Blind 16
Seeing the notebook, their first reaction: It was left by Ono's mother!

Qian Fugui subconsciously took a step forward.

As soon as he stepped on the wooden floor of the storage room, the incandescent lamp was suddenly turned off.

The room is not completely darkened, but there are more faint green fluorescent lights, which cling to the white walls, showing twisted and weird patterns.

"...Is this what your mother likes too?" Qian Fugui's hair was black.

He doesn't quite understand her love of "wood chip fish", but her taste in decoration style convinces him even more:
Palm-sized grimaces appeared in the fluorescent light, the smell of fishy sweetness became stronger and stronger in the air, and faint sighs echoed in the treacherous atmosphere...

What the hell, did you enter a haunted house? ? ?

He looked at Ono questioningly.

The boy was very calm, his face was glowing green under the fluorescent lights, and when he looked up at Qian Fugui, he looked like a kid in a classic clip.

Ono blinked, tiptoed, and put his hand into the mouth of a plaster head.

Everyone heard the crisp button turning sound.

The white light reappears.

Those strange things just now exited one by one.

"She likes to make jokes with guests, just small, small pranks." Ono explained earnestly, "She has a very good relationship with Dad. Dad agreed to her to do these things, and he helped arrange them."

Lan Shuying listened silently, thinking:
This is not the first time he has emphasized his parents' affection.

There is a phenomenon that the more a person lacks something, the more he wants to show off his superiority in this area.Ono repeatedly said such words, is there any reason for this?

If it is normal for his parents to quarrel or even fight in his dreams, and the so-called "love between husband and wife" is just his unilateral fantasy...

Or, this cognition is also a memory deliberately instilled in him by some people?
She points to the notebook. "Can we have a look at this?"

Ono made a please gesture.

Qian Fugui immediately rushed forward as if he had lost his rein.

If a player suddenly becomes active, be sure to think about tasks and rewards—just after they officially enter the villa, the second round of hidden tasks has come:
【Know as much as possible about Ono's family situation, it won't do you any harm. 】

An inexplicable sentence.

There are no penalties, no rewards.

However, in addition to following its prompts, it seems that there is no wiser choice.At least in Qian Fugui's eyes.

He rushed to the side of the seat, fingers clawing at the edge of the notebook.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

I haven't picked it up yet!
Lan Shuying asked him strangely: "Is there glue underneath?"

Qian Fugui blushed.

"That... it's fixed, I can't lift it up!"

In addition to the fact that the cover of the book is only two centimeters thick, it was accentuated by his posture, and it felt like he was forcibly taking the sword in the stone.

Lan Shuying has a guess.

She also tried to pick it up in the past, and felt that the notebook seemed to grow into the table, and at most it could only lift a little bit of the hard shell around the edge.

Of course they also want to read directly.

However, the envelope is box-like, and it wraps the right side of the paper, and the top layer cannot be turned at all. To be precise, it cannot be opened.

Ono looked at them suspiciously.

Before she could open her mouth, he came over by himself, easily grasping the book in his hands - from this point of view, it was a very ordinary hard-shell book, without glue and mechanism.

But it seems to have eyes, it only recognizes its own little master, and resolutely prevents outsiders from prying into its mysteries.

There were three words written in Qian Fugui's eyes: Haunted?
He can understand the existence of A Piao, but isn't this plane invaded by monsters?Why, a notebook can also play the trick of "recognizing the master"?
You want me to escape from the famine in the end, and then suddenly give me magic?
It's unreasonable!

"It's not funny..." Ono said aggrievedly.

He thought they were teasing him on purpose.

Qian Fugui was almost impatient, Lan Shuying held him down, and told Ono what he had just experienced.

The child showed a dubious expression.

She said sincerely: "We are friends, how could we deliberately make such a prank with you? Think about it, we sent you home from such a far place, just to fight with you and find out how to deal with monsters Well."

"This notebook is left by your mother, how did she do it?" She said that she didn't mean anything malicious, but she was just curious about why it happened.

Ono muttered: "My mother did study the mystical power. She studied theology, but many people said that her thesis was impractical, and some called her a lunatic."

He opened the notebook, and his tone was a little more happy and proud: "If you really can't open it, and only I can, it means that her research is right, and those people are wrong!"

"Yes, yes, it must be."

The two leaned over to see what was written in the notebook.

It's all blank paper.

Every picture, every word is invisible.

There was no discrimination this time, and Ono couldn't see the words either.

There must be some use for the notebook to be placed in such an obvious place, but the clues are broken here.

Lan Shuying remembered the thesis just mentioned, and pushed Qian Fugui: "He is very interested in theology. Maybe he can understand what your mother wants to express. Is her thesis here?"

Qian Fugui came to a sudden: "Oh, that's right! My whole family is religious, and I have been a believer since childhood!"

Ono's mouth twitched slightly.

Not long ago, this man said that he would not believe in religion after he died... Forget it, he is a living person anyway, so let's treat him as a believer.

"In the study, you come with me."

The two quickly scanned a stack of printing paper and learned more about Ono's mother.

In short, she believes that if a person is devout enough, he can borrow power from the gods he believes in—not the potential stimulated by belief, but the actual mysterious power.

She repeatedly advocated this point of view, and finally attracted ridicule and criticism from countless people.

Ono chased after him and asked Qian Fugui, do you believe it.

Qian Fugui turned over the last page, and the many proper nouns and derivations and analyzes inside made him dizzy, but it didn't matter, as long as he looked at the results.

He muttered, "I can't even hold a notebook with her, so why don't I believe it? I would believe even if you said she was the reincarnation of Mary."

After scanning the text, Lan Shuying did not speak.

The thesis was taken from a drawer, along with a stack of papers, the top one being a sketch, from which you can see from the shoulder down, including a crooked tie.

"Is this her work, too?" she asked.

Ono said yes, and generously showed it to them.

The painting is an oriental face, not Papa Ono in the oil painting on the first floor, and I don't know who it is. The signature is a capital letter, J.

(End of this chapter)