Chapter 76 chapter eight

Chen Linfeng walked up the dark stairs and looked up to see a strange glimmer of light at the end.He took out his pistol and walked upstairs cautiously. The door of the room was half-closed, and the dim light came out from the crack of the door. He kicked the door open, then rushed in and tried to aim the gun at an enemy that didn't exist—there was no one in the small room.This made him stunned for a moment. Did he think wrongly? In fact, Rollo had escaped from this house a long time ago? He suddenly felt a sense of loss. If Rollo was no longer in this room, he probably would not be able to find him again.He thought so, and then put the gun away in frustration.

On the wall was a painting covered with a white cloth, and he thought it must be Lily.His estimation of Rollo was wrong, he didn't even take this beloved painting with him, he ran away in embarrassment to save his life - of course, any criminal would do this, why did he think Rollo wouldn't? He smiled self-deprecatingly, did he think Rollo would wait for him?Rollo couldn't possibly accept him—even if he sensed something.From the beginning to the end, Luo Luo was disgusted with him, but he actually imagined that one day Luo Luo would fall in love with him!It's ridiculous!After all, he was having an imaginary love affair in his own head. He thought that Rollo would notice his feelings for him one day, but so what if he did?He has no reason to accept his love, and his love will never be reciprocated.

Nothing is guaranteed to be rewarded, is it? He pulled down the pure white curtain, and behind that was a sweet childlike face.He stared at the painting. Under the dim light, the people in the painting had a particularly fascinating beauty.He took a step back, and suddenly realized that under her beauty, there was something hidden, and it was something he used to be very familiar with! He squinted, trying to pick out what he had just noticed.He subconsciously took the painting off the wall, trying to take a closer look, but it was in vain, he didn't find what he intended to capture in this painting.When he wanted to hang the painting again, he suddenly noticed that the place where the painting was originally hung on the wall had a different color from other places.

It was an ellipse, only that part was whiter than the rest of the wall, although it was not very obvious, but upon closer inspection, there was indeed such an outline, it looked as if something had hung there. He put the painting down, looked around, and finally saw a thick thing bound with coarse cloth in the corner where the sundries were piled up.He went over, carried it out, untied the dusty coarse cloth, and hung it back where it belonged. It was an old photograph inlaid in an oval frame. "No! My God! How is this possible?" He exclaimed hysterically. After a long time, he finally recovered his calm, but his face was still changing color.

His eyes no longer fell on the painting, he just watched it quietly - that picture, thinking about many things. He has always believed that the so-called "Lily" is a non-existent character, imagined by Rollo, to replace his mother, to fill in the beautiful lost childhood in his heart.That's why "Lily" has always been a little girl in his cognition, and Rollo fantasizes himself as the little girl's brother to satisfy his desire to protect—in fact, it is sympathy and fascination for the mother who has been abused inhumanly . "Lily" is Rollo's longing, something he once wanted but could not get.

Until just now, he thought that his deduction was correct.But when he saw this photo, he found a simpler and clearer explanation in front of his eyes - of course, maybe he was wrong, but if what he was thinking now meant the truth... He ran out the door and down the stairs, leaving behind the lonely "Lily" in the attic, and the old photo with its delicately carved oval frame hanging on the wall. Somewhere in the mansion, there was a very melodious piano sound, so he walked quickly to the room where the piano sound came from. He really didn't escape. The door was ajar, and this time he didn't pull out his pistol, but walked in.As soon as he entered, he saw four portraits of girls on the floor, all of which had been scratched by some kind of sharp object.He has probably seen the people in those paintings, including Jiajia, Lala, Leilei, and a girl he has never seen before.

His heart sank, because there were more victims than he knew.He raised his head and saw the short black hair behind the piano, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood up, leaned against the piano, and said flatly, "I don't want those paintings anymore. I only need one of the best ones. These are all poor reproductions." "Do you regard them as replicas? They are all real people!" Chen Linfeng looked at him angrily. Rollo raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, "Have you seen the painting in the attic?" "Of course, this time I saw the work very clearly, and I think..." He paused, and suddenly raised his voice: "That is a poor copy, Mr. Luo!"

"What did you say?" Rollo said with an angry look on his face. "If my guess is correct, Lily is not in that painting, she is alive in this world." He approached Rollo, "breathing like you and me...why do you ignore her existence, Why are you dwelling on her past? On that unreal portrait?" "What the hell are you talking about?" Rollo squinted his eyes and stared at the other party, "Lily is dead. Her time will always stop when she was ten years old, and only that painting records her existence. To me Say, that's real, and there's nothing in the world like it!"

"Even you can't compare?" "Yes!" Rollo said loudly, "In front of her, I'm just an illusion!" "But you said she was dead." "She did die." "She is actually still alive." Chen Linfeng looked straight into the other person's eyes and said, "She is not dead, she has been by your side from the beginning to the end. It's just that she is too close to you, so you can't see her." Rollo stretched out his hand and took off the gold-rimmed glasses, looking at him with puzzled taupe eyes. "That portrait, painted when she was ten, was done thirteen years ago, so she should be twenty-three now, as old as you, Rollo."

Rollo still looked at him suspiciously. "Don't you understand? She is as old as you, so she is not your sister!" "What are you trying to say, I..." "Rolo!" he interrupted roughly, "Even if they are twin brothers and sisters, few of them look so alike. The girl in that painting looks exactly like you when you were a child, and I have investigated. There is only one child born, and there is only one from beginning to end..." He looked at Rollo, who was looking at him incredulously. "That's you, Rollo. You're 'Lily'!"

The words of the old painter rang in his ears again: "...he trusted his disordered memory too much, he hid her, but he didn't remember..." At the same time, information appeared in his mind The text above: There seems to be a strange genetic disease in Du Lisa's family - staged amnesia... Rollo froze there, seemingly unable to understand his words at all. "What did you say?" Chen Linfeng smiled wryly, and said: "At the beginning I was misled by that old painter's crazy appearance, he is the one who knows all the truth. Why did he think that the girls after that can't compare with 'Lily'? Why? Will you say that only 'Lily' has the ambiguous 'divinity'? That's because 'Lily' is not a girl at all, but a boy dressed up as a little girl! So why no girl can fully match 'Lily', because They are all real women! They don't have the artificial appearance of 'Lily', their essence is as simple as their appearance. They don't have such complicated disguises, so you can't love them, you love the one who pretends to be Girl, 'Lily' of the same face and sex as you! The one you love is yourself, Rollo!" For a moment, Rollo had a look of pain on his face. "Don't be joking!" he suddenly yelled, "I have seen Lily play in the courtyard and in this house with my own eyes. How can you say that, who has never been to see her! It's ridiculous! It's just nonsense!" "Then, where were you at that time?" Chen Linfeng raised his black eyes and looked directly at the other party, "Where were you when Lily was playing? What were you doing at that time?" "I..." Rollo was at a loss for words. He clearly remembered Lily singing and playing in the courtyard on that sunny afternoon.He also remembered that she was wearing a light blue dress - he had even touched the dress, he knew the material and how it felt - but when did he touch the dress? ?What was he doing when Lily was in the yard? He knew he must be in the courtyard too, otherwise he could not have seen her.But he has no impression of playing with Lily or talking to her—the memory of Lily is like a silent movie at this time, and there are too many incomplete fragments. Can't think of any evidence that Lily ever existed.He didn't even have a picture of her, and he didn't know why. He stood there dumbfounded, his mind full of chaotic thoughts. "Rolo." A gentle voice woke him up, and he looked up helplessly at the person in front of him. Chen Linfeng was watching him with a concerned look, which reminded him of his mother suddenly, and at this moment, it seemed that something was beginning to disintegrate in his chest. He still stood there without moving, just looking at the other person, he didn't know what kind of expression he had on his face, but the other person was approaching him and touching his face.That hand was still as thick and warm as he remembered it, and he could feel his waist wrapped around the same thick other hand, and he was now in his palm, submissive as a cat. What's wrong with me?What's wrong with me? He raised his head abruptly, and saw those black eyes staring at him... When Chen Linfeng fell into a pool of blood, he remembered what the old painter said: "She will look at you quietly and obediently like that, and when you find out, you have already dug out your heart and offered it to her with both hands." superior!" He laughed at himself, that old painter who seemed crazy at first glance was really good at predicting things, and what he said was absolutely right.At this time, he was lying next to the piano, bleeding from his side, he was stabbed, and the murder weapon was thrown on the carpet next to him.He should have noticed it earlier, when he saw the paintings scratched by sharp tools on the ground, he should have thought that Rollo might have hidden knives, but he was overwhelmed by emotion, and he had led to this fate because of forgetting it for a while. He actually forgot that standing in front of him was a murderer who had killed three little girls (and was planning to kill a fourth).Suddenly, because of his helpless appearance, he felt a surge of pity, remembering his original feelings for him, and because of this, he lost all judgment. At that time, he really thought for a moment that if Rollo wanted to, he could even ignore the deaths of those girls and take him away—just because of that emotion.It was because of this stupid idea that he let himself be left in this place now, unable to move, and gradually losing his body temperature. If his ex-lover found out, he would probably laugh at him!But what does it matter?Just laugh, he can't care so much now, the only thing that worries him at the moment is what will happen after Rollo escapes? He is the young master of a rich family, and he can't live a life of escape at all. He may die in a corner of the world in a miserable state, or be caught by the police and be punished by the law, and he can't bear both of these See.More importantly, no one can fill the gap in Rollo's heart, and no one can understand him anymore.He felt sorry for this, but in the end, he was still not the one who could save Rollo, and maybe there would never be such a person in the future. He looked at the dim ceiling for the last time, and he felt as if he was gradually becoming one with this gloomy mansion...