Chapter 337

When I got back to my room, I washed up early and went to bed. I didn't sleep much for two nights. If I don't sleep again tonight, I can't stand it.

Mo Ming, a lazy cat, has enough sleep every day. As a result, after lying in bed, he sleeps faster than me.

When I was sleeping in the middle of the night, I suddenly felt cold around. I reached out and subconsciously pulled the quilt. At this time, there was a regular "dada" sound on my head.

I turned over and wanted to continue to sleep, but not long after the sound of footsteps, there was a woman's shrill cry. The cry was not so frightening, but I was upset to hear it.

So I sat up impatiently, rubbed my hair with my hands, looked up at the top of my head, and thought, I don't know what's on the floor, whether it's human or ghost, can't I be quiet at night? She doesn't know that it's disturbing every night!

As soon as I think about it, my curiosity about the third floor comes out. I look at Mo Ming, who is sleeping sweetly beside me. I think it's a good opportunity. When Mo Ming is asleep, I quietly go to the third floor to have a look. There should be no problem.

Having made up my mind, I quietly got out of bed, crept to the door and gently pushed the door open.

When the door opened a little bit in front of me, Mo Ming's voice suddenly rang behind me, "stupid woman, where are you going?"

"Ah I was startled by the sudden sound. I yelled instinctively, then turned back and glared at Mo Ming, "why do you make a sudden sound! I'm scared to death

"So timid, do you want to go up to the third floor alone?" Mo Ming gave me a scornful look.

"What should I do? You won't go with me!" I looked at Mo Ming and said helplessly, "but I'm really curious about the third floor..."

"Come on! Let's go Mo Ming said, he opened the door with his paw, wagged his tail and went out first, "go up and have a look, and then come back to sleep at ease!"

"Mo Ming?" Looking at that small body has gone out, I excitedly reached out and picked him up, pressed him in my arms and rubbed, "Mo Ming, you are so good!"

"All right! Stop rubbing! Young master, you've rubbed my hair Mo Ming clapped his paw on my face and pushed my face away.

So we put away the joke, carefully went to the stairs, looked around, to make sure that there was no one at this time, and then we went up the stairs and crept up step by step.

I don't know if it's psychological effect. Since I stepped up the first step, my heart began to "bang bang" with tension. The closer I got to the third floor, the more my heart beat.

It seems that it took me a long time to climb up this floor. When I stepped up the last step and stood on the third floor, my heart didn't beat as much as it did just now.

The pattern of the third floor is the same as that of the second floor. Just standing in the corridor, there is nothing special.

I took a few deep breaths, calmed down a little, and went straight to my room upstairs.

Because the pattern of the third floor and the second floor is the same, it is very easy to find the room on my upper floor.

I went to the door of the room and found that the Yin Qi emitted from the room was very heavy. There should have been a yellow paper sign on the door of the room, but I didn't know who had destroyed it, so only half of it was left on the door.

From the room, there were some sounds. I quietly put my ears on the door and listened to the movement inside. As a result, I didn't hear the sound of high-heeled shoes walking around. Instead, I heard some men and women panting and groaning.

I blushed!

What's the situation!

I suddenly stood up, stepped back a few steps, and stared at the door for a long time. At least I was an adult. I know how that voice came out!

"Do you want to go in and have a look..." Mo Ming said, stretching out his paw to push the door. I quickly reached out and pulled his cat's tail and ran away, thinking that you, a little cat who doesn't understand the amorous feelings, can you just go in and destroy that kind of thing!

"Stupid woman, let go!" Mo Ming scratched me a few times with his claws, and the pain made me release my hand.

I looked around and felt that it didn't look like someone here. As soon as uncle he said that this third floor is the site of that mysterious man, I immediately came to the spirit. Isn't this a great opportunity? You can look in each room to see if there are any clues.

Thinking of this, I reached out and pushed open a door in front of me. I crept in. In the moonlight, I glanced around and found that it was an ordinary bedroom.

After we went in, we searched carefully, but we didn't get much. There's not even a piece of paper in this room.

After leaving this room, I went into the next one, but it was still fruitless. After looking for several rooms in a row, I was a little dejected. These bedrooms were as clean as anything. There was no sign that I had lived in them.

But when I opened the door of the next room, I saw something different. It was like a collection room with oil paintings hanging all over the wall.

I don't understand the paintings at all, and I can't see if they are all made by famous artists. However, the styles of these paintings are not the same, there are all kinds of paintings.

I glanced at it, and suddenly I was attracted by one of the paintings.

I took a few steps towards the painting, stood in front of it and looked up carefully in the moonlight. In the painting, an innocent girl sat in front of the window and looked at it with a smile. But strangely, the window was not opened, and the glass on the window was the colorful glass I found in my pocket.

What attracts me about this painting is this window!

Why does the colorful glass suddenly appear in my pocket appear in this painting? Is it a coincidence? Or is there some inevitable connection?

What's more, the girl looks at the distance. Why is the window closed? This is not reasonable! Is it the painter's intention to design this painting in order to make it special?

With these questions, I asked Mo Ming who was following me softly, "Mo Ming, what do you think of this painting?"

I looked up and continued to stare at the painting. For a long time, I didn't hear Mo Ming's answer. Just when I felt strange, I heard a low magnetic man's voice behind me.

"Miss Mirena seems to be very interested in this painting. If you like it, how about giving it to you?"