This is also why when my sister opened the microwave oven, her hand fell out.
My sister was disgusted.
I turned away and looked at the table in the middle of the room.
There is a large pot on the table.
I walked closer to the table and took a look. The pot was clean and there was nothing in it.
I noticed that there were four chairs in the room, but the cushions of the four chairs seemed to have been scratched by some sharp object, and they were all torn apart.
Three sketches hang on the walls of the room.
I walked to the wall to see what was on the painting.
The first painting shows a very big spider, and there are many little people standing densely under the spider.
My sister jumped on my shoulder and sat down, grinning: "Could this be the Xue Xin spider, right? Such a big spider is not as big as the hundreds of meters long demon king Xiaobei said, and the big spider The Demon King is Xue Xin Spider. Coupled with the word Xue we just saw, it means that everything here is related to Xue Xin Spider."
I walked to the second painting, and the content of the second painting was still a very big spider.
If you look carefully, you can see a person standing above the spider.
This man stands on a sword and floats quietly in the air.
It's just that the painting is a bit abstract, and I can't tell who the person is from the person in the painting.
Beside the spider, many people fell to the ground.
These people had a lot of red paint painted on their bodies, and the brushstrokes were messy.
However, although the painting is very poor, I can still see what the author wants to express, which is that the people around the spider are dead, and the spider is fighting to the death with the people flying in the air and wielding swords.
My sister asked me in a low voice: "Do you think this man who flies with a sword could be your master?"
"not sure."
"Don't your master like flying with a sword very much?"
I said, "You can't just say that he is my master through a painting. I'm not sure about this, but of course it's possible that you said it."
Go to the third picture.
The content of the painting is as follows:
The ground was filled with people, whose bodies were still covered in red paint. The big black spider also fell to the ground, with its legs in the air. The spider's heads were chopped off and fell aside.
Its body was painted with a lot of red and green mixed paint.
It can be seen that what the person who painted this painting wanted to express was that the big black spider died miserably.
Looking in the air again, the man standing on the sword has disappeared.
However, a small figure appeared in the sky, looking like a child.
Except this kid has a big head. The body was wrapped in black cloth.
The three paintings end here.
The walls of the room, like the walls outside by the elevator, had many bloody handprints.
My sister reached out and picked off the three paintings, and then removed the frames.
Her hands were very fast, and she quickly rolled up the three paintings and put them into her mental space.
After putting away the three paintings, my sister said: "Keep them for now, maybe these paintings will be useful in the future. The big spider on the third painting may be the Xue Xin spider."
In the painting, its body was separated, and it must have been killed by someone flying with a sword in the air.
This shows that Xue Xinzhu has an opponent. Do you think my analysis is correct? "
I nodded repeatedly: "Exactly right!"
My sister rolled her eyes at me and said with an unhappy look on her face: "Your expression is very perfunctory. Do you believe I will give you a big bang?"
I quickly covered my head: "No, no, no, sister, I'm kidding you.
Actually, I think your analysis makes sense.
When I saw these three paintings just now, I also thought of what you were thinking. "
My sister snorted: "Have you thought of it? Come on, just look at what you can do with your head."
I said to my sister: "There are no windows in this room, but look, there is a door."
There is also a small door in the room.
I walked to the door, reached out and turned the door handle. The door was locked from the other side and could not be opened.
My sister came over and without saying a word, she kicked the door.
There was a muffled sound, and the door was kicked open.
"Sister, you are still awesome, awesome! You are more direct in doing things. I like your personality." I quickly sent a rainbow fart.
"Don't flatter me, you were perfunctory just now." My sister said angrily.
Behind the door is a small room with a staircase.
My sister grinned and said, "Oh, it's still a small duplex inside."
I glanced at the stairs and said to my sister, "Don't go up yet. Let's take a look in the small room first."
There are two picture frames hanging on the wall of the small room, each with a photo.
I looked at the first frame and froze.
There was a woman in the photo, and a woman I knew.
It turned out to be Xi Xiaojie!
In the photo, she has short burgundy hair, a smile on her face, and is wearing a small black suspender belt.
I have to say that Xi Xiaojie is very beautiful.
When I first entered the supernatural bureau, I thought she was the prettiest in the entire bureau.
I also know the person in the second photo, he is Li Zhiwei.
It seems that they took the photos in the same place, because the background behind them is all white glass and there are vague figures of the staff.
Based on what I saw in the dream world when I returned to the past, I said to my sister: "I have dreamed about the scene behind them. It was the underground laboratory of the Supernatural Bureau."
My sister picked up the photo: "I have to say that Xi Xiaojie is still very beautiful. After all, I have touched her and she is very material. I like this woman."
What left me speechless was that my sister just kept talking and stuck out her tongue to lick her lips.
I couldn't laugh or cry: "Sister, you can like it if you like it, can you please stop being so wretched?"
As soon as I finished speaking, my sister hit me on the head with a big chestnut.
I groaned, grinning in pain.
It still hurts as much as before, I have to say, no matter how much my strength improves, my sister hits me. I can't even defend myself.
My sister put away the photo of Xi Xiaojie and picked up the photo of Li Zhiwei: "Who is this?"
"Li Zhiwei, you haven't seen it."
"Is he Li Zhiwei?" My sister began to comment on Li Zhiwei, "He looks ordinary, the kind that you can't remember if you throw him into a crowd at a glance. Is this the biggest henchman of Xue Xinzhu?"
I nodded and said, "You can't tell a person by his appearance. You can't judge whether a person is a good or bad person, or whether he is a capable person based on his appearance."
My sister also took Li Zhiwei’s photos into her spiritual space.
There is another cabinet in the corner of the small room, but this cabinet is empty, with no doors or drawers.
At this time, my sister took out Xi Xiaojie's photo from her mental space again. She said to me: "Brother, the woman who was two meters tall, with muscular body and a face full of flesh, has the same hair color as Xi Xiaojie? Also? Does her ripped black vest look like the suspender belt Xi Xiaojie is wearing in the photo?"
