Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
The sound of liquid dripping on the floor was particularly clear in the silent night.
Xu Zhixi stepped on the wooden floor with her bare feet, and the coldness spread upwards along her toes.
After falling asleep last night, she woke up without warning in the middle of the night.
My chest felt extremely tight, as if I was being pressed down by something, and I couldn't breathe.
She originally wanted to open the window to get some air, but when she opened it she found that the window in this room was sealed tightly. The brown wooden window lattice is very dark in some places and stained with green spots.
It wasn't raining outside, but it was dark, with a few wisps of dark red light in the sky.
With a click, she turned on all the lights.
Warm yellow light filled the entire room.
Last night, her eyes were attracted by Lin Jin'an's oil paintings around her, and she did not look at the entire room carefully. Only then did she realize that this room was extremely old compared to other rooms.
Although the mattress is brand new, the burgundy curtains are slightly white, and the brown wooden furniture has some paint peeled off, revealing the original wood base.
The floor was also made of wood, but it looked like it had been soaked in water. It was covered with deep and shallow marks. Where the walls and floors meet, the white walls also have traces of water stains.
Whether it was the room where Xu Zhixi slept last night or the room where Gu Zi had been, they were all brand new and luxurious, very consistent with this ancient and luxurious castle.
But this place is incompatible with the entire castle.
This should be Lin Jin'an's room.
However, as the owner of the castle, why is his room the shabbiest?
She opened the door and walked out, her bare feet on the floor.
The floor was cold and wet, as if there was a water leak somewhere, making the floor on this floor wet.
“Tick tock.
She followed the sound of water.
There were no lights in the corridor and it was pitch black.
A few rays of light were faintly revealed at the front, where the sound of water droplets came from. She walked there with her skirt in hand and stood in front of a door.
The light is revealed from around this door.
Xu Zhixi grabbed the door handle. The door handle was stained with rust, and the rust was very painful. She twisted the doorknob down, not once. She pressed hard again, and the corroded and rusty mechanism inside slowly rotated. With a dull sound, the door lock opened.
The light shines through, and the scene inside is clearly visible.
This is a bathroom.
The water on the ground flowed out because there was no door to block it, and little red blood threads floated in the water. The water becomes redder and darker as you go deeper.
But the deepest is light red.
The blood seems to be diluted.
All the bloody water came from the bathtub at the front.
Xu Zhixi's heart beat like a drum.
She stepped on the bloody water and approached the bathtub little by little. The faucet on the bathtub still kept flowing water, but the water flow was very thin. She calmed down and looked into the bathtub——
Suddenly facing a pale face, she collapsed on the ground in fear, her white nightgown was soaked, and the fabric at the skirt gradually turned red.
The pale face that had been hurriedly turned away in fear was condensed in her mind.
She stood up holding the bathtub, suppressed the fear in her heart, and took another look.
"Jin'an..."
Xu Zhixi covered her lips, completely stunned.
She reached out and picked up the man's body from the water. The water flowed down his body. Although his face was pale, it was clear from his facial features that he was Lin Jin'an.
Xu Zhixi tried her best to move him out of the bathtub, and gently placed his head on her lap.
Her nightgown was completely soaked and clung to her body.
Her hair was also wet and spread behind her.
man……
No, this body should be that of a teenager.
His eyebrows were green and his figure was slim, exactly like the portrait of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy that Xu Zhixi had just taken out. His body had completely lost all color and was cold. The blood flowed from a slender hole in his right arm. Now the wound has been completely soaked and turned white.
"Jin'an?"
Xu Zhixi shook the young man's body, but there was no response.
The young man's eyes were tightly closed, and all the color had disappeared from his delicate and beautiful face.
This is a corpse.
Xu Zhixi gasped for air. She was a little confused now. She didn't understand why Lin Jin'an's teenage body suddenly appeared here. Last night, Lin Jin'an still appeared in front of her, but in the form of an adult ghost.
Could it be that this copy of him actually died when he was a boy, but his soul will grow?
But why is his body here?
Xu Zhixi held the cold corpse on her body, feeling confused inside.
Outside the door, it was pitch black, without any human figures or ghosts.
But now she desperately needs a ghost to explain what is going on!
"Lin Jin'an...Lin Jin'an..." She shouted twice, but there was no response.
But it was too cold. Whether it was her soaked clothes or the body on her body, they were constantly sending coldness to her. She shivered and leaned against him in the bathtub.
Standing up by herself, she was facing a mirror, which reflected her scrawled and messy appearance, her pale face, messy and wet black hair, and her lips that were trembling with cold. The material of her nightgown became translucent after being wet, revealing her slender waist and slender straight legs.
There is also an oil painting hanging on the wall behind her.
Lin Jin'an's teenage form in the oil painting.
Wearing a simple white T-shirt, the background is a dark red bedroom. The young man has a handsome appearance, a cold and distant temperament, and his black hair slightly blocks his eyebrows.
Looking through the mirror, the eyes of the person in the painting seem to be looking at her.
She turned around and walked towards the painting, reaching out and touching the surface. The surface of the oil painting was rough, and her fingertips scratched across it, leaving a slight numbness.
“Why are there two identical oil paintings?”
This oil painting is exactly the same as the oil painting hanging in that room.
She was about to take back her hand from the oil painting when her pupils suddenly shrank.
She noticed that the painting had changed.
She was very sure that the person in the painting was looking forward, but now the face in the painting was turned sideways, revealing a red ear.
"Does the person in the painting also blush?"
"Jin'an?"
Xu Zhixi shouted again suspiciously.
As soon as she finished speaking, her hand touching the oil painting was grabbed by an invisible force, and her whole body was instantly pulled up.
…
She entered the painting.
Xu Zhixi realized this and her eyes drifted to the handsome young man standing to one side.
He folded his arms and leaned against the wooden table, turning his face sideways. Although he pretended to be distant, Xu Zhixi could clearly see the faint blush on his fair and handsome face.
"Jin'an?"
"Jin'an?"
Xu Zhixi stood up and pulled her soaked skirt towards him.
Water drops were dripping from the hem of her skirt. Xu Zhixi didn't pay attention for a moment. The sole of her foot slipped and she fell forward. However, she didn't face the tragedy, but fell into a refreshing embrace.
"You're so stupid, forget it!"
His tone was a little fierce, but endearing.
He held her waist to steady her before letting go.
Xu Zhixi touched the tip of her nose and smiled awkwardly.
"Is this the painting?"
She looked around and saw that the layout and decoration of this room was very familiar, that is—
It's the room filled with Lin Jin'an's photos. The layout and decoration here are exactly the same as that room, except that everything is brand new, there are no wooden floors that have been soaked by water, there are no furniture with peeling paint, and there are no white curtains...
"Well, this is indeed the painting."
The young man's voice was clear and clear, completely different from his deep voice last night.
Xu Zhixi was confused and asked subconsciously, "Why are you different today from last night?"
The young man's expression suddenly turned cold, and he asked in a faint tone: "Why, do you like me better last night?"
