I'm a painter.
I am very annoyed because my sister always comes to trouble me. Last time she found a few people to come to my cave to have a fight.
Anyway, it's a long story.
Now I'm in Rhode Island, which is a pretty weird place with a lot of weirdos, even weirder guys than me.
If I were given another chance, I probably wouldn't come here because the environment here is not conducive to seclusion.
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When writing this, the handwriting became sloppy, and it seemed that the author became very excited.
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I am very good at painting, but what I am good at is landscape painting. I express my feelings for landscapes. Do you understand, do you understand?
But what are they drawing? A fortune-telling ghost drawing talisman, a Tiantian drawing tentacle soaked in sea water, and a drawing of a saint or a prince's military advisor. Oh my gosh, the plot... seems to be somewhat interesting.
And why are there so many people asking me to write about them? They are all quadruplets with the same faces. They are all half-sisters? She looks quite similar to my sister, could it be...
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When the handwriting reached this point, the author seemed to hesitate and drew a small question mark.
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Finally, I met the doctor. How should I put it? He was a little strange, indescribably weird.
There seems to be a huge secret in him. I seem to know what it is, but I can't tell it.
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The paper is scanned.
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"There's only so much information we can find right now."
"The only thing left is to go back in time to figure out what happened."
"According to the investigation results, there were signs of multiple births in Rhode Island at that time, which is suspected to be the result of information interference in the universe."
"Has there been a story between men since that early?"
"I wonder if the disappearance of the lonely painter is related to that person's secret."
"The above, the investigation is completed."
"Responsible person, Z."
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"Opinion accepted."
"Signed by, Kelsey."
