The host of the female supporting role's counterattack must not be blackened

Chapter 480 In the summer of passion, who is the ghost in the dream 6
There is a locked room, and there is a key to unlock it.As long as the key is found, all the mysteries will be revealed.

The person who should have died 11 years ago appeared in front of her with bright colors. Is the company of 11 years Lin Lianlian's delusion, or the projection of someone else's dream?

Who's longing keeps whose footsteps?Who stopped time again, so that there is no more pain of parting?
Yun Niannian's mind is clear, she knows that no matter how beautiful a dream is, it is still a lie.

Fake things, the more beautiful they are, the more hurtful they are.

The opening to the mystery was on Papa Lin, and Yun Niannian sneaked into Papa Lin's studio when no one was paying attention.

The door of the house was locked tightly, Yun Niannian was too lazy to pry open the door, and entered the room with a teleport.

After entering the room, Yun Niannian's heart skipped a beat because it was too dark!
What a stark contrast to the bright sun shining outside!

Taking out the flashlight from the space, Yun Niannian found the curtains by the light.

The wet and cold feeling made her frown. It's just a curtain, but it's so thick that it's thicker than iron!

Yun Niannian pulled hard, and there was a sound of something breaking under his hand, which was so weird and creepy.

The curtains were opened, and the sunlight that was supposed to pour in was hanging pale and feeble outside the window, like the lights in a refrigerator.

Standing in the house and looking out through the window, there is a hazy feeling of looking at the world from the bottom of the water.

Is this really a place for the living?
Suppressing the surprise in her heart, Yun Niannian began to carefully observe the situation in the house.

The room is large and empty, without any furniture, but with many easels scattered around, and some drawing boards and brushes scattered on the floor, it looks a bit lonely.

Yun Niannian went up and found that the paintings were all landscape paintings, one by one with peach blossoms in various forms, but the strange thing was that these peach blossoms had only branches and no roots, and the blank areas were very conspicuous, that is to say , these paintings are semi-finished products.

Yun Niannian suddenly remembered that in Lin Lianlian's memory, the half painting beside Lin's father when he died was also a painting of peach blossoms.

Yun Niannian pondered, what is the connection between this?
Turning her eyes to the ground, Yun Niannian picked up the brushes and found that those brushes were stained with paint and had already dried hard, as if they had not been used for a long time.

As a painter who loves to paint, would he treat his brush like this?

Moreover, the paintbrush was covered with dust, and as he looked down, Yun Niannian wiped the floor lightly with his fingers, immediately leaving a clear mark on the floor.

Tsk, it's dirty!
Yun Niannian frowned in disgust, and the thick black ash on her hands clearly told her that this room had been abandoned for a long time.

The information was complete enough that there was no need to stay any longer, Yun Niannian stepped back and returned to her room.

Peach blossoms are still in March, and the fragrance of osmanthus outside the wall is strong.

Lying on the bed, Yun Niannian closed her eyes and said nothing.

187 fluttered his little wings, and said worriedly: [Host, this place is really unusual, people have no way to get information about this world, the energy is too chaotic! 】

Yun Niannian opened her eyes and said in a low voice: [It should be disturbed! 】

【Not only you, my memory has been very confused since I got here.When I go out and come back, I remember what I did, but the process is very vague. I can't remember what people said or said. 】

[The breakfast I ate in the morning, I remember it was delicious and fragrant, but I have no memory of what it tasted like. 】

[All of this is like a well-arranged script, which is input into my brain bit by bit, making me think that it is my real life experience. 】

(End of this chapter)