Unless these footprints were left deliberately by Ling Wei to guide them to the second floor, the second possibility is that these footprints were left by Ling Wei's mother.
But this should also mean that the real clue should be on the second floor.
The stairwell is also made of black wood. The texture of the wood is very good. After decades, there have been no major problems. It is still strong when you step on it. However, every time you go up a step, the stairs will make a "creep" sound.
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Walking from the living room on the first floor to the corridor on the second floor, the doors here are all made of ordinary mahogany doors, and the windows above are also made of special window paper. The windows in the corridor are not opened, so the outside sunlight cannot penetrate at all.
How much comes in.
The corridor was dark, as if a layer of fog had enveloped Jian Yao's eyes. This feeling was like a short-sighted person taking off his glasses in a dark place.
Suddenly a red light appeared in front of them, and it also illuminated the entire corridor, as if the corridor was sprinkled with a large area of red, which looked very strange.
A long-haired female ghost in red also appeared at the end of the corridor with the appearance of this red light.
It looks the same as what Jian Yao saw last night. The only difference is probably that it pulled back its hair, revealing a face hidden under the hair.
It was an extremely pale face, with a large black-purple spot on the face that did not resemble human skin. It looked like black-purple flowers blooming on the snow. It looked sad and beautiful.
With such a hint of weirdness.
The female spy in red raised her pale fingers, the fingertips still stained with dark red blood, and pointed directly at Jian Yao and the others.
Following the movements of the female ghost, the surrounding windows suddenly opened with a "bang". The lush flowers outside the window swayed slightly with the movement of the wind, and the wind blowing on the face rushed into the scene with a strong fragrance of flowers.
In the player's mind.
The floral fragrance is so strong that it occupies the entire space, giving the players a very clear hallucination, which is a scene that has traveled through time decades ago.
Just after the fragrance of flowers filled their heads, the players felt that they were in a quaint bedroom. The flickering light from the oil lamp formed a black and warm yellow light and shadow on the wooden walls and floors.
The light and shadow sway with the movement of the flames dancing in the air, as if adding unique vitality.
There were no windows in the room, and only the oil lamp illuminated the room. But compared to the somewhat dim illusion, what made people care about was Ling Wei lying on the bed.
Ling Wei's complexion at this time was not as pale as that of a dead person as she had seen before, but more like the pale complexion of a normal person when they are sick.
She lay quietly on the bed, looking in the direction of Jian Yao and the others with half-closed eyes, or more accurately, at the door behind them.
A layer of red Shuangxi quilt was covered on Ling Wei's body. There was a large bulge in the middle of the quilt, which must have been caused by Ling Wei's bulging belly due to pregnancy.
Ling Wei's face was horribly pale, and she didn't know if it was because the life she was pregnant with had absorbed too much of her vitality, or if there were other unknown reasons.
The door behind Jian Yao was slowly opened, and a man wearing a long cloth walked in from the door. He looked like a gentle scholar, holding a bowl of steaming soup in his hand.
The color of the decoction is red, and it smells sweet and fishy. It doesn't make people want to drink it.
In fact, this was indeed the case. Ling Wei frowned when she looked at the bowl of medicine, and she really didn't want to drink the bowl of medicine.
"Do I have to drink it?"
Even though Ling Wei's current complexion does not look like that of a normal person, her pale complexion and somewhat white lips add a bit of decadent and sickly beauty to her.
And this beauty becomes even more breathtaking under the swaying light of the oil lamp.
"I promise, this is the last bowl." Ling Wei's lover showed her favorite smile, sat on her bedside, and used her favorite gentle voice to persuade her to drink the bowl of soup.
Ling Wei also knew that her husband was doing it for her own good, and she didn't know why. She had no physical problems when she first became pregnant, but in the second trimester, her health became worse and worse, and now she has no physical problems.
I could only lie weakly on the bed.
But she never imagined that this bowl of soup would indeed be the last bowl she drank.
The originally red quilt seemed to have come to life, with dark red blood seeping out from underneath. Ling Wei's expression under the quilt became even paler, and her eyes gradually lost their original color.
There is only one color that remains the most obvious in my eyes, and that is hate.
She hated why he did this and why he treated herself and his flesh and blood like this, but she hated herself even more for believing in him.
She doesn't want to die, she still wants to return to the theater stage, she hasn't apologized to her master yet, she hasn't...
Ling Wei had too many obsessions in her heart. This obsession made her forcefully raise her hand that should have been weak and ring the bedside call bell.
The clear ringing sound spread from the bedside to the whole house through the swinging rope. This was her only hope.
She, her husband and her mother lived in the same house. After knowing that her husband could not be trusted, Ling Wei turned her hope to her mother downstairs.
But what she was waiting for was not the salvation she hoped for, but two demons in human skin.
The two demons gathered around Ling Wei's bedside and laughed at Ling Wei wantonly, using various intimate gestures to attack her last line of defense.
In fact, they did it, and Ling Wei could clearly feel the vitality in her body being continuously drained.
Maybe it was the flashback, or maybe it was the burning resentment in her heart that supported her. She used the last bit of strength in her body to curse the two demons full of resentment.
"Even if I am never reincarnated, I will make you two demons pay the price!"
"I curse you. Those who carry sincerity will swallow ten thousand needles alive, and those who deliberately interfere with other people's feelings will be skinned alive!"
After the curse with deep resentment fell on the floor of the room, Ling Wei, who was lying on the bed, stared at her eyes and completely lost her breath.
"What bad luck! Just throw her away in the suburbs. The money for the tombstone and cemetery should be given to our baby, and you are not allowed to use it on her."
Ling Wei's husband looked at Ling Wei's eyes that were staring at them, and Ling Wei's originally beautiful face began to have black and purple spots, and he couldn't help showing a look of disgust.