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Before the numb brain had time to react, the body had already stuck to the back of the man in front of him like a conditioned reflex.

Chen He put his arms around Sha Tang who was rushing over, and put one hand on his waist, where his tool bag was, "I can help you retrieve your memory."

Shen Qingmei crossed her arms, walked leisurely around the two of them, and smiled at Sha Tang: "Little brother has found a lover? It seems that he is much more courageous than you."

His face darkened, thinking of the other party's identity, Sha Tang dangerously held back the obscenities he was about to utter.

"How are you going to help me get my memory back? I tried a lot of methods, but I couldn't remember it after soaking in this bloody bathtub every day."

Shen Qingmei obviously didn't believe Chen He's words, she lay down in the bathtub like a piece of paper blown by the wind, the woman's body was soaked in blood, she tilted her head, her eyes stared at the two people at the door, Coupled with a pale face, it is a perfect restoration of the murder scene.

The man standing in front of him kept his brows and eyes still, calm and unhurried, completely unaffected by the scene, took out a box of cards from his pocket, and flipped the cards flexibly at his fingertips under the eyes of two people and one ghost, "startup—"

With a whisper, the scene in front of him changed rapidly, forming a series of phantoms, as if going back in time, a man came in and out frequently, muttering to himself, although the picture was very fast, but from his figure, it could be seen that it was Yang Ming, he seems to often talk to the bloody bathtub.

There was a clanging sound, the walls surrounding the bathroom were being quickly dismantled, the blood in the bathroom disappeared little by little, and the space began to grow larger...

"stop!"

The sound was like a bell in an ancient temple. The sound of the clang disturbed people's minds, and woke up the two and one ghost whose eyes were gradually losing sight.

Looking around, this is no longer a cramped bathroom full of blood. Instead, the windows are bright and clean, spacious and transparent. The sun shines in through the long windows above. There are a few rose petals floating in the white bathtub. Petty romance.

"This is..." Shen Qingmei's eyes were a little dazed, obviously not understanding what happened.

"My props can randomly read spatial memory, and usually I can read the most impressive passage. If I'm lucky, I can see the murderer."

Gently turning the prop card in his hand, Chen He was about to put the card back into his pocket when Sha Tang grabbed his hand.

"Show me, I haven't seen what the props look like before!" His eyes glowed, as if there were galaxies passing through them, and he looked forward to it.

Chen He was stunned for a moment, the corner of his mouth curled slightly, and he handed over the card in his hand.

"Why is the tool a card?"

"Maybe it's for portability."

"Do you have a lot of tools?"

After pondering for a moment, Chen He said tactfully: "It's okay, not too much."

"How many points does this memory-reading tool card need?"

"Not much, two hundred points."

Handing out the tool card respectfully, Sha Tang secretly drools enviously, the boss is indeed a boss, 200 points are not much.

Shen Qingmei and Yang Ming next to them couldn't understand what they were talking about at all. They knew every word clearly, but when they were put together, they were capitalized.

"Come on, go out and see."

"Have you read it outside?"

"Well, what I read is the memory of the mansion."

Three people and one ghost walked out of the bathroom, opened the door, there were no easels outside, it was directly the corridor, different from the deserted western-style building, the western-style building at this time looked very warm.

There are large areas of colorful paintings on the wall, which seem to be summer. In the lake, there are lotus leaves, dragonflies flapping their wings, children chasing ducklings playing in the water, and hydroponic vases hanging on the blank walls. Looking at it, although it is a bit dazzling, it can be seen that the owner of the western-style building is a very literary and artistic painter, and he also cherishes this home very much.

Rubbing the wall with her fingertips, Shen Qingmei pressed her face against the wall.

"I like painting very much. Although I have no memory, I feel very happy when I touch the painting tools in the studio. I like every painting there. I can feel that it is my painting. Those I put a lot of heart and soul into the painting.”

"Every time someone comes, I get into the painting and watch those people walking around in front of me. Occasionally, someone will point to me and say, this painting is so spiritual."

"Whenever this happens, I feel so happy, as if the joy of life has returned."

Now she has no sense of touch, nor can she feel the temperature of the wall, but just seeing this wall, she will feel full of heart, and there is an unspeakable happiness. She must have spent a lot of thought on this side in the past on the wall.

She spoke with enthusiasm, but Sha Tang felt a chill down her back. When they were in the studio, this woman hid in a certain painting, staring at them with blood-red eyes, following their movements. With malicious intentions, he evaluated each of them like picking vegetables, and his scalp felt numb just thinking about it.

"Kang Dang" came the sound of something falling from the study room.

Several people looked at each other and followed the sound.

"Why are you yelling at me!" A woman's voice came from the room.

Chen He took the lead through the door and entered the study like a ghost, "We are spirit bodies in the spatial memory now, which are different from ghosts. There is no problem passing through doors and walls." The people and ghosts in the back also followed suit. .

In the study room, two women were confronting each other, and the atmosphere was visibly poor.

It was Shen Qingmei and the young woman in the photo, without the lifeless spirit of the evil spirit, at this time Shen Qingmei was bright and beautiful, very good-looking, but she was wearing a white dress that did not match her temperament, showing a bit of disharmony feel.

The young woman is also in a white dress, but the same dress is like a pure reed flower on her body, adding two points of tenderness to her not-so-excellent facial features.

"What are you, you are worthy of talking to me like that?" Shen Qingmei raised her head high, like a proud peacock.

The young woman was not angry when she heard the words, but chuckled lightly, "I am indeed not as good as you. My family is poor, and I am not as good as you. The only advantage is probably Zhaofeng's love."

Shen Qingmei twitched the corners of her mouth, and said with a half-hearted smile: "Oh, you mean that Zhao Feng fell in love with a good prostitute, right? Hahaha, this is really a joke."

"So what, even if he loves someone, he can't love you even if he loves you. How pathetic!" The young woman was still smiling when she was ridiculed like this, with a little complacency in her tone.

"You are always living in the dream that you made up yourself, so let me tell you the truth, do you think your baby is lost because you are not in good health?" The face of the man changed.

"It's because Zhaofeng put abortion pills in your calming soup. You are raising your body in this remote small building. You probably don't know what's going on outside. My current name is Shen Qingmei, and I am the eldest son of the Chen family. Ma'am, you have been married to Zhaofeng for 15 years, and you know how to immerse yourself in painting all day long. Yesterday at the party, he told those guests, and those old friends of the Shen family said that I am Shen Qingmei, but no one questioned my identity, hahaha, It's funny..."

"Oh, stupid, as long as I contact the newspaper, I can clarify things..."

The young woman was about to burst into tears. She wiped the corners of her eyes, "Does anyone believe it? Your Shen family is dead long ago, and your husband doesn't recognize you. Who would believe it? Do you have any friends?"

The woman's words were like a sharp knife, piercing into Shen Qingmei's heart, "Impossible!"

The young woman flicked her hair, smiling triumphantly and insolently, "Why do you have to be stubborn, you already knew about my existence, Zhaofeng has been preparing for 15 years for this day, you will never get out of this small building , you will grow old here, and you will always be alone."

"Zhaofeng just fell in love with your Shen family's wealth, otherwise do you think Zhaofeng would have a crush on you? I remember you said that you fell in love with Zhaofeng because of your first date, right? That's what I helped I taught him what he planned, and even the garland he is currently weaving, can't you imagine..."

The blood on Shen Qingmei's face gradually faded, and then flooded up again in an instant, she almost collapsed and shouted, "Impossible, you lied to me!"

"Is it lying to you, what do you think?"

With clenched fists and trembling body, she murmured: "I don't believe it, you are just a whore!"

"So what, he would rather love a whore than he doesn't love you." The same words became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Dignity no longer exists, "Do you think he just loves you? You are an uneducated whore, why does he love you, what he loves is just what he asked for back then!"

"Do you think he loves you? Hahahaha! I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

The woman's past elegance disappeared, her appearance was like madness, sharp laughter echoed in the empty room, one hand was firmly grasped on the wooden fence of the balcony, almost locked into the wood, all the nails were broken, and the bright blood Like a meandering brook, flowing down the railing, it is said that the fingers connect to the heart, but the woman seems to have lost her perception of the outside world.

She seemed to be crying and laughing, she raised her right hand to cover her face, trying to cover her embarrassment, the blue blood vessels on the back of her hand were almost squeezed out of the thin skin, and the blood from her fingertips stained her face, looking a bit scary .

"Ah - she let out a suppressed cry, as if she wanted to vent the pain in her heart, or as if she was afraid of being discovered, she bit the back of her hand with her teeth, trembling all over, with tremors in her panting , There was an intermittent whine in his throat.

She stomped her feet one by one, and her high heels made blunt noises on the ground. She couldn't control her pain, she didn't want to cry out, she could only express it in this way, she didn't want to cry, she pressed her eyelids hard, trying to stop the tears from flowing,

"What does he love about you, what does he love about you..."

"By the way, let me tell you one thing. I plan to change my name to Shen Fuxue in two days. After that, there will be no such person as Shen Qingmei in this world anymore!" The young woman seemed unable to see her collapse. , still smiling and looking at Shen Qingmei.

Shen Qingmei raised her eyes and stared straight at the young woman in the white dress opposite, her chest heaved violently, "Why did you treat me like this, why, what, what did I do wrong, what did I do wrong!" She grabbed her hair and screamed at the top of her lungs.

After a long while, the bloody woman seemed to get the answer she wanted, and laughed out loud, trembling from laughing, tears streaming down her face.

She held up the hem of the white skirt and turned it around in a circle, like a blooming jasmine, swaying in the wind, as if she was the girl who used to walk around the streets and alleys with a drawing board, her every move was full of light.

"Let me tell you a joke. I have been studying a woman for 15 years. I have learned how to grow long hair, learn how to wear a white dress, learn how to dance, and how to smile with squinted eyes. It turned out that I was learning from a prostitute. Do you think it's funny, hahahaha, this is simply the funniest joke I've ever heard in 35 years!"

The woman suddenly calmed down, like a shadow puppeteer whose rope had been tightened, raised her trembling hands to hang the loose hair behind her ears, she sighed softly, leaned her thin body against the fence, and the wind lifted her body The corner of the skirt reveals her fair calf.

"How disgusting, how disgusting this person is..."

She looked straight ahead, but she was not looking at the woman in the white dress opposite. She seemed to be looking at someone through many obstacles. Her eyes were focused and affectionate, and there were sparkles in her eye sockets.

Soon her eyes changed with a light sound, and she became terrified. A huge haze filled her eyes. She leaned back, and she let out a short scream, grabbing forward with both hands, trying to grab something, but No one will save her.

She was like a torn piece of paper, falling slowly and quickly along with the broken pieces of wood.

"boom--"

No one approached the missing part of the fence, the audience had already left, and there was no trace left in the empty room...

"Crackling——" the door was closed, and the room was shut in silence.

Sha Tang and Chen He stood by the fence, it was getting late, and a large cloud of fire seemed to be igniting the sky, the woman was like a broken puppet, her posture was distorted, her mouth was wide open, the black hole was frightening to see, and the blood was in the It spread under the body, as if lying on a sea of ​​bright red roses.

"It's not quite right. This is only on the second floor. The chance of a one-time death is not high. If you really die like this, what's the situation in the bathroom?"

Breaking away from the almost frozen atmosphere, Sha Tang quickly reacted.

"It's not over yet, the woman has gone downstairs."