Chapter 304

"You stay here. I'll see for myself."

"You can see without fire?" Rosen was a little surprised.

"Don't worry, the night can't stop my eyes." Reinhart smiles and walks towards the dark red wall ahead.

When he came to the dark red wall, although it was extremely dark around him, his sight could feel everything around him, which was no different from that in the daytime. This was the strength of seeing and hearing.

Reinhardt touched the wall with his hand, felt the cold and rough touch, and then leaned up to smell it, smelling a faint smell.

"Is there... Clotted blood on the wall?"

He wondered why there was such a big bloodstain on the wall. Was it miss Yuzi's blood?

Reinhardt's fingers touched the wall with a little force, and the wall burst open.

With a clatter, the whole wall collapsed in an instant, and then Reinhardt was shocked suddenly. The feeling of that fierce breath was more intuitive.

There is also a very strange fragrance.

Reinhart was very surprised. The handle of the knife in his left hand tightened slightly, and then he went in.

The room is not big, the decoration is simple, and it seems spotless.

At this time, with that feeling, he saw a lifelike portrait hanging on the wall not far away.

The portrait depicts a woman's upper body with long black hair of Ji hair style, jujube red pupils and cold white skin. She is wearing a lavender kimono with decorative patterns, and her black hair on her forehead is even with her eyebrows.

There are two pieces of earrings on her ears. The upper part is inlaid with pale gold. I don't know what shape it is. The lower part is Pink Bead Earrings. Besides some plaid patterns, there is a purple butterfly on the lavender clothes.

Is this miss Yuzi?

Reinhart checked the portrait with the woman in his memory one by one, and found that they were extremely consistent, except for the earrings on his ears and the purple butterflies on his clothes.

Why I have never seen Miss [Xizi] before, but in my illusion, I can restore miss [Xizi], and it is so consistent.

If a person's memory does not have the impression of a certain thing or a certain person, it is impossible to restore the other person's appearance through dreams and hallucinations, and the restoration is so complete and consistent.

Can we say that the previous illusion is the embodiment of the will of miss?

That would be more reasonable.

But... Why didn't you feel that fierce breath just now?

Reinhardt put his eyes on the portrait, but his thoughts were obviously no longer on it. There were many doubts in his heart, but he couldn't get a reasonable explanation.

Thinking of this, he cried out, "Rosen“

The sound reverberated in the castle.

Rosen, who was hiding outside, shivered and heard a light voice.

"It's an illusion... It's an illusion... It must be." Rosen told himself, but he heard a bigger cry: "Rosen, come here quickly."

"I found a picture of Miss Kiko."

Hearing these words, Rosen was shocked. The voice full of vitality was not an illusion, but the cry of Reinhardt. Rosen touched the fire quietly.

As soon as he entered the room, the voice of Reinhardt came to his ear.

"Is this her?"

Rosen drew the light of the fire close to the portrait, looked at the figure in the portrait and nodded: "it's her. She hasn't changed at all after all these years."

Nonsense, how can the picture change.

"This should be where she lived." Rosen looked around again. There were ceramic tea sets on the table in the bedroom, screens on the edge of the bed, curtains on the windows and chandeliers on the top of the head. But... For so many years, it was still spotless.

It's a little weird... Rosen had this feeling when he came in. He felt that everything in the room was very new.

Reinhardt naturally felt it before. He knew it from the moment he stepped into the bedroom. He not only observed that the whole room was spotless, but also seemed to have been cleaned frequently. However, the bedroom itself had been closed for ten years. How could it be like someone had come in.

There is also the hanging portrait, which has not been corrupted for so many years, but is lifelike.

"You also... Found out“ Rosen's voice began to tremble again. With the light of the fire in his hand, he looked at all the environment in the house. It was so clean and tidy. The most important thing was that there was no damp and musty smell at all.

At this time, Rosen suddenly remembered that she had died in this house. Thinking of this, Rosen subconsciously wanted to leave, but suddenly felt a wind blowing from behind, which made him feel cold for a moment, but... He looked at the fire in his hand without shaking, that is to say, where is the wind blowing?

Is it another illusion?

"Did you feel the wind“ Rosen's voice trembled slightly, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead.

Reinha nodded and showed a smile: "it's not the wind. It's the humidity caused by the lack of sunshine and air in the room all the year round. It's normal. Don't scare yourself“

"So it is..." Rosen said with a deep breath, feeling much better at this time.

"I'll take this picture with me“ Reinhardt said to himself, went to the front of the portrait and looked at it for a long time, then reached out to uncover it.

When his fingers touched the portrait, the beating of his heart seemed to quicken strangely. The portrait seemed to have a huge magic spell, but it was also... Resisting.

But who is Reinhardt? He is a murderous devil in the North Sea. He is the devil in the eyes of many nobles and the Savior in the eyes of the common people. Even if the real devil stands in front of him, he can kill with a knife.

The portrait was uncovered.

"There's something on the wall“ At this time, Rosen reminded that Reinhardt's attention had been in the painting all the time. He didn't see that there was still a space behind the portrait, where a weapon was placed.

Huh?

With a slight shock, Reinhardt's eyes were on the lavender scabbard, and his heart and mind were about to see the illusion scene that had appeared before. But he had already prepared for it. Seeing and hearing the domineering color was always on, so he didn't fall into the illusion.

Rosen is not hallucinating.

But... The fierce breath that Reinhardt had felt before suddenly felt again. Fierce, evil, evil, all the negative qualities that the world has avoided, are all reflected in this Lavender weapon.

"Magic sword"“ Rosen's eyes shook and he blurted out.

”Why... Why... This weapon will become... A goblin“