Three Hundred and Four. [Yuko] Miss

"Just stay here and I'll see for myself."

"Can you see without fire?" Rosen was a little surprised.

"Don't worry, the night can't stop my eyes." Reinhardt smiled and walked towards the dark red wall in front.

When he came to the dark red wall, although the surroundings were extremely dark, his line of sight could sense the existence of everything around him, just like in the daytime. This was the power of the domineering.

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

"Are there... congealed blood on the wall?"

He was a little puzzled. Why was there such a large blood stain on the wall. Is it Miss Yuko's blood? Qiqi's novels are first published on the whole network

Reinhardt's fingers touched the wall with a slight force, and the wall suddenly cracked.

Ka Ka Ka... With a bang, the entire wall collapsed instantly, and then Reinhardt suddenly shook, and the vicious aura felt more intuitive.

There is also a very strange fragrance.

Reinhardt was very surprised, the handle of the knife in his left hand tightened slightly, and then walked in.

The room was small, simply decorated and seemed spotless.

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

The portrait depicts the upper body of a woman with long jet-black hair in Ji's style, purplish red pupils and cold-white skin, wearing a lavender kimono with patterns on her body, and neatly trimmed jet-black hair on her forehead. flush with the eyebrows.

And the two-piece earrings she wears on her ears. The upper part is light gold, and I don't know what shape it is. The lower part is a pink round bead earring. On the lavender clothes, except for some In addition to the plaid, there is also a purple butterfly.哽噺蹓帽奇奇 Novel 蛧|w~w~

Is this Miss Yuko?

Reinhardt checked the portrait with the woman in his memory, and found that the two were extremely consistent, except for the earrings on the ears and the purple butterfly on the clothes, everything else was exactly the same.

Why had I never seen Miss [Yuko] before, but in the hallucinations that appeared, I was able to restore Miss [Yuko], and it was so consistent.

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

Could it be that the previous hallucination is... the embodiment of Miss [Yuko]'s will?

It would be more reasonable to explain it this way.

But...why can't I suddenly feel the vicious aura just now?

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

Thinking of this, he shouted loudly: "Rosen..."

The sound echoed in the castle.

Rosen, who was hiding outside, trembled, and a very soft voice came from his ear.

"It's an illusion...it's an illusion...it must be." Rosen told himself, but he heard a louder cry in his ear: "Rosen, come here quickly."

"I found a portrait, Miss [Yuko]'s."

Hearing this sentence, Rosen was shocked. The vibrant voice was not a hallucination, but Reinhardt's shout, and Rosen touched it quietly with the light of the fire.

As soon as he entered the house, Reinhardt's voice came from his ears.

"Is this her?"

Rosen brought the firelight closer to the portrait, and nodded after seeing the figure in the portrait: "It's her, she hasn't changed at all after so many years."

Crap, how did the look of the portrait change?

"This should be where she lived back then." Rosen looked around again. There were tea sets such as ceramics on the table in the bedroom, as well as a screen by the bed.

The curtains on the windows and the overhead chandeliers, etc., but... After all these years, they are still spotless.

It's a little weird... Rosen had this feeling when he walked in, and felt that everything in the room was completely new.

Reinhardt had naturally felt it before. From the moment he first stepped into this bedroom, he understood in his heart that not only did he observe that the whole house was spotless, as if it had been cleaned frequently, but the bedroom itself was closed. After ten years, how could it be like someone came in.

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

"You also... found it?" Rosen's voice began to tremble again. With the light in his hand, he took a look at all the environment in the house. It was so clean and tidy, and most importantly, there was no trace of dampness at all. with musty smell.

At this time, Rosen suddenly remembered that she died in this house back then. Thinking of this, Rosen subconsciously wanted to leave, but he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing behind him, which made him feel a chill in his heart for a moment, but... He looked at the firelight in his hand and did not shake at all, that is to say, there was no wind blowing. Come?

Is it an illusion again?

"That gloomy wind... can you feel it?" Rosen's voice trembled slightly, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead.

Reinhardt nodded and showed a slight smile: "It's not the wind, it's because the house doesn't see the sunlight and the humidity caused by the air all the year round. It's a normal situation, don't scare yourself."

"So it's like this..." Rosen said with a deep breath, feeling much better now.

"I'm going to take this portrait away." Reinhardt said to himself, walked to the portrait and looked at it for a long time, then reached out to reveal the painting.

When his fingers touched the portrait, the beating of his heart suddenly seemed to speed up strangely. The portrait seemed to have a huge spell, and at the same time... resisted.

But who is Reinhardt? He is the devil who kills without blinking in the North Sea, the devil in the eyes of many nobles, and the savior in the eyes of commoners. Even if a real devil stands in front of him, he can kill with a knife.

The picture was taken down.

"There is something on the wall." At this time, Rosen reminded that Reinhardt's attention was always on the painting, and he didn't see that there was actually a space behind the portrait, where a weapon was placed.

Um?

Reinhardt was slightly shocked. When his eyes were placed on the lavender scabbard, the hallucinatory scene that had appeared before suddenly appeared in his heart and mind. , so it's not a hallucination.

Rosen didn't fall into hallucinations either.

But... the vicious aura that Reinhardt had felt before, suddenly felt again, viciousness, monster, evil spirit, all the negative qualities that were shunned by the world, all reflected in this lavender weapon came out.

"Demon Sword!!!" Rosen blurted out with a shock.

"Why...why...this weapon turned into...a demon sword!"