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"Josh, it's Josh, dad, look at this!" Rowley excitedly pointed to the window on the castle, "I can be sure that this is Josh. When I was at work, when he was standing at the window looking at me, That's the expression!"

Hardy leaned closer, and then said, "It does look a bit like this. This painting is still as weird as ever. Mrs. Christie is gone, and there is a boy who looks like Josh. What does this mean?"

Originally, Xifa thought they had experienced it once, at least once.

They should know how to solve it, but now it sounds, Hardy and the others don't even know that Josh's spirit may be imprisoned in the painting.

He coughed and said, "Mr. Hardy, from what you just said, you should have experienced something like this. Don't you know how to deal with it?"

Hardy and Rowley exchanged glances, then shook their heads together.

The old man said: "Rowley and the others were still young, probably something that happened when they were eleven or twelve years old."

"At that time, their grandfather, my father, had just returned from the sea and brought back this ‘Mrs. Christie’."

"But at the time, he didn't know what this painting would bring. At that time, a gentleman living nearby seemed to be Frank or Frankie. I don't remember clearly."

"In short, when he came over as a guest once, he took a fancy to this painting and bought it from my father at a high price."

"As a result, his little son did not wake up a week later. I remember that he was a little fat man who liked sweets and was able to eat several donuts at a time."

"Mr. Frank sent his son to the hospital. Soon after, his eldest daughter was also awake, which caused the family to panic."

"Then one day, the gentleman came to his father and said that Mrs. Christie in the painting had disappeared. At that time, he took the painting over. I happened to be there. I did see Christie who was supposed to be standing on the terrace of the castle. Madam, as it is now, I don’t know where I am going."

Xifa asked, "What will happen next?"

"Grandfather left for about two weeks. He went to the seller of Intis to find out about the situation. He returned home two weeks later and brought the painting back. He didn't say how to deal with it. He just hid the painting and told us. , No one is allowed to touch it in the future." Rowley continued.

"I have the impression that it was a metal box I helped select at the time, and I also marked the back of that box."

Hardy nodded and said, "Yes, in a month, Mr. Frank's family will move away. I heard that he took his youngest son and eldest daughter to other places for treatment. For this, my father felt guilty for a while. "

"But fortunately, after the painting was collected, nothing strange happened again. Until now..."

After speaking, Rowley said apologetically: "Sorry, Mr. Raleigh, I just concealed it. After all, it is hard for others to believe this kind of thing."

I see.

It sounds like Hardy's father sealed the oil painting, so no strange things happened later.

Xifa thought for a while, and said, "It doesn't matter, Mr. Rowley, I will do the same in exchange."

He frowned again: "So, you didn't know at the time how the incident ended."

"It is true. Only my father should know how that incident ended."

"Perhaps this incident will be written by him in the diary, but that diary was hidden by me. I can't remember it temporarily, but where I hid it."

Hardy said distressedly: "The question now is, what should we do with this painting, I have a hunch that it will cause more trouble."

With that said, the old man's gaze naturally turned to West France, probably thinking that a reporter from Backlund was very knowledgeable and should know how to deal with it.

"If I were you, I would give this painting to the church and tell them what is happening now..." Sifa said, and at this moment, a gust of wind blew in the room.

The drawing paper that Josh had nailed to the wall was all lifted up.

After the wind subsided, Rowley looked at the window and said with a look of surprise: "The window, the window is not open."

Where does the wind come from if the window is not open?

Sifa suddenly stood up: "It should be done, gentlemen."

Hardy gritted his teeth: "I will go to church now."

The old man stretched out his hand to pick up the oil painting. Suddenly, Sifa's inspiration was touched and he looked at Josh's graffiti. Just on those drawing papers, in those wild drawings, there appeared a dark, deep figure.

Those figures suddenly protruded from the drawing paper, overlapping in the air, forming a rapidly expanding figure.

As the figure changed from small to large, Xifa saw the black, complicated palace dress. I saw the pale skin, the dark face around my eyes, the black gauze cap, and a withered gray flower on the gauze cap.

Mrs. Christie!

She raised her hands, her nails grew quickly and became dark and greenish. She screamed, but there was no sound.

Her mouth was so wide that Sifa could see her dark red tongue and her dark esophagus.

Suddenly, his head sank, as if someone had hit the back of his head with a stick. Xifa went black and his gaze floated upward.

He saw the roof of Josh’s room, saw a spider pounce on the flying insect in the web, saw the window illuminated by the sun, saw a lady in red hurrying by outside the street...

Then, he fell into the darkness, his body seemed to be falling, and the process was extremely long.

I don't know how long it took before Xifa felt like he fell to the ground. He quickly got up, only to find that he was no longer in Josh's house.

The light here is dim, the floor is covered with cold stone bricks, and the walls are very humid. You can see water drops all over it, and some places even grow mold.

There was a window behind Xifa, and it was the only window in the entire room. He walked to the window and saw an endless wheat field outside.

In the distance is a small meandering river, the river is clear, reflecting the trees and shrubs in twos and threes by the river.

To the northwest, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can vaguely see the cooking smoke, which comes from the chimneys on some red sloping houses below, which seems to be a small village.

Looking down the window, Sifa saw a small square, a stable and a well.

This is definitely not Tingen City... As soon as Xifa came up with this idea, he suddenly realized: "I have come to the world in the painting?"

"I was caught by Mrs. Christie?"

He hurriedly raised his hand, and his palm rose red, which made Sifa a little relieved. Although I don't know in what state he came to the world in the painting, here, his abilities can still be used freely.

but...

Seeing a few empty fingers, Sifa frowned: "Can't magic items be brought into this world?"

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