After turning away from looking at the painting, Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Usually, he is quite courageous, but the feeling of being stared at by the woman who painted it just now really made him feel a little cold sweat.

"Early death … how did it suddenly become a horror game style?" Maple sighed with emotion.
Chapter 19 Diary
After leaving this creepy restaurant, Feng left. The second floor is facing the stairs. The room is clean and bright. There is a pot of chlorophytum beside the French window. There are two mahogany shelves on both sides, which are filled with all kinds of things. There is also a fireplace in the corner of the room. It looks very warm.
After going in and looking at it a little, Feng withdrew from the room, but he suddenly felt a sense of dizziness when he retreated.
Rubbing his head, Feng wanted to go back to the first floor to see the situation, only to find that every step he took made his head ache a little more, but when he stepped back, the pain decreased a little. After he returned to his room, the pain disappeared completely.
"Do you want to be so weird …" Maple said after watching in the room.
After thinking about the situation just now, Feng Bai understood one thing: he still feels headache with a pain of 1%, which shows how strong this mental attack is, that is to say, there is indeed some kind of ghost in this room that he can’t see and is very powerful enough to crush him at any time, but the ghost did not do so but forced him back into the room.
"Do you want me to find something in my room?" After thinking for a while, Feng concluded
After the conclusion, Feng looked at the room carefully again. Anyway, it’s such a big place to find it slowly.
So Feng searched every corner of the room carefully, rummaged through drawers, knocked on the wall and touched the machine, but found nothing unusual. Finally, he came to the fireplace and squatted and put his head in.
"Wonima!"
This look almost scared maple’s stomach to spit it out. There were a pair of eyes looking at him in the fireplace. This shock came so suddenly that Maple didn’t stand it.
"This really changed the horror game!" Sitting on the ground panting maple nu vomit a way
But before maple recovered, a small hand suddenly stretched out in the fireplace, and then a very deformed child slowly climbed out from the inside.
"Shout … it’s just a kid. Come on, come on." With psychological preparation, Feng didn’t panic. He immediately took out his fangs dagger and posed.
But after the child climbed out, he just smirked at the maple and it was ugly.
"Is it all this little thing?" Before I found out the situation, Feng didn’t dare to make random moves to stay away from this little thing first, but as soon as he took a step back, the little thing suddenly descended on him.
Looking at the sharp nail maple getting closer and closer to himself, he made a decisive counterattack. A flurry of thorns attacked it hard, but just as the flurry of thorns was about to hit the little thing, his head ached again and his body strength fell to the ground like being pumped out.
And the little thing seemed to be frightened and ran out of the room after two long screams.
After the little thing escaped, Feng slowly climbed up from the ground, raised his head and gave a middle finger to the ceiling, which despised not only the monster who didn’t know where to hide, but also the animals who designed this scene.
But now that Feng has found something, he tries to walk out of the room, only to find that his head still hurts and he goes back again. It seems that there is still something he needs to find in this room, so he can continue to rummage through the closet and finally stay on the shelf. This is the last place he has not found.
Most of the shelves are for art, and some characters look nothing special, but in the third shelf, Feng finally found something different. It is beautifully packaged and has no name on the ridge.
So Feng drew it out and made a cover with kraft paper. There was nothing on it, and a pen was used to write the name Eve Delia.
After reading the first page, Feng discovered that this was a diary.
"Do you want me to see this?" Maple low said to himself
But I didn’t expect him to feel a headache when he finished speaking, as if he were answering that he was like this
"Can’t be gentle? Don’t you have a function that makes me feel headache? " Maple said after rolling his eyes at the ceiling, but this time he didn’t get any response.
After sighing, Feng kept a diary and read it. In the process of reading the diary, Feng learned that the hostess Eve Delia was a nobleman, her husband was Sen Yves, a baron, and another named Tommy and a Labrador named Biscuit recorded in the first half of the diary. Most of them were trivial things and interesting things she heard, but when she turned to the back, it was completely different.
Rain on March 9
Yves seems to be in such a bad mood today that he didn’t even take a bite of his favorite smoked salmon. Ask him why he didn’t tell me. Maybe Lord Rahl is bothering him again?
It will be fine on March 1.
What happened to Eve? He didn’t even look at Tommy’s painting for him. In normal times, he would praise Tommy. I’m really upset …
March 11th is fine.
Yves brought a mage back and said he was his friend, but I have never met this mage, but since he came home, Yves seems to be in a better mood. It seems that I want to get to know him better.
March 12 th sunny
It turns out that this mage’s name is Brandon, and he is from Rand City. When Yves said that he would stay at home for a while, he hoped that he didn’t have any wizard quirks.
Rain on March 16th.
I’ve been so busy these days. This Brandon is really a humorous gentleman. My family likes him very much.
March 17th is fine.
It’s amazing that Brandon magically created a swimming pool in the garden. Tommy was very happy to play. It seems that I should cook a big dinner to thank him one day.
It will be fine on March 1.
I really don’t know how to express my feelings now. The cookies suddenly disappeared. What happened? He knew that someone must have taken him home! Damn it, if I know who did it, I will throw him into the imperial prison.
Sunny on March 19th.
There is no news of cookies. Eve has put up a reward notice, hoping to get results soon.
When Feng turned to a page, he found that the original beautiful handwriting suddenly became very scrawled, and every word seemed to be full of panic.
God! Brandenburg is not a mage. He is a wizard. No! He’s crazy. He did dark magic experiments in the basement and turned cookies into hellhounds. He found me. What should I do? Yves, come back soon. I’m so scared. I really am.
The diary ended here. After slowly closing the diary, Feng looked at the ceiling again and said, "So you are Delia?"
Chapter 20 Spiritual world
Maple just finished asking and regretted it. Sure enough, her head hurt again.
"Look at you so unlucky, I won’t dispute with you …" Maple said and put the diary back in place.
It seems that the key to breaking the rules is in this room. It’s always right to look for one first. This time, Feng successfully walked out of the room and returned to the first floor. A policeman has undergone professional training in this kind of thing. After searching the living room for nothing, he thought of the painting. Generally speaking, the painting is hung on the wall, but it is of course inconsistent if it is embedded in the wall.
So he came to the restaurant again to draw a woman. It seems that it should be Delia. At this moment, Feng can still feel the portrait. She is staring at herself.
"Don’t worry, if you are still alive, I will save you." Feng looked at the painting and checked it.
After knocking on the frame, Feng Xian felt that there was a gap between the painting and the wall, so Feng put his hand on the painting force and listened to it. After that, the cupboard slowly moved to one side to reveal the dark passage inside.
Just as Feng was going to walk, he suddenly felt the darkness at the moment, and when he saw things clearly, he found himself still in the living room of the castle, but things had changed. Just now, the luxurious hall was getting worse than the leather sofa, and the silk curtains were torn into bright cabinets, and thick dust had accumulated, as if decades had passed in an instant.
"Are you awake?"
As maple stupidly, pastor Keith came up to him and said