A notebook was pressed underneath.
He patted the dust and handed it to Mo Luan.
"It's best to be a diary."
Mo Luan took it and opened it.
Although hope is good, the truth is a blank notebook.
She flipped through it and found a yellowish photo with water stains.
The person in the photo is Deli.
He is wearing a tall hat and a cane in his hand.
He has large bones and is wearing a tuxedo. Instead of looking at the camera, he is talking to the person on the right side.
The person speaking with him was not included in the camera, only a shadow.
Mo Luan stared at the shadow carefully.
Several clues were found.
He is not tall, fat, and wears a trench coat.
She held the photo to guess the identity of this person.
When Deli finished talking with him, his waist leaned slightly.
There was a little smile on his face, but it was more rigorous and respectful.
Respectfully.
Mo Luan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Respectful attitude generally corresponds to two kinds of people, people with high morals and status higher than him.
The other is the elders.
Deli has no relatives, so the other party is either the partner he asks for or his master.
Mo Luan raised his eyes and looked at the bedside table.
The bedside table and lamp are within reach.
When people lie in bed, they think many things in their minds and become emotional.
This photo made him care so much, and it was definitely not because of a partner.
and so--
Mo Luan reversed the photo, and there was nothing on the back.
She looked at it over and over, and then tore it away from the sharp corner.
The last layer of skin was ripped off, and the rubber side appeared.
This kind of photo is a very popular photo sticker. After tearing off the skin, you can post it on a wall or a notebook.
Sure enough, the secret is hidden under this thin layer of paper.
It was a few lines of Lasla written with a pen.
It's a bit vague, but it's not difficult to identify.
[Since when did you have pain? I don't know, no one answered, and I don't know it myself.
Perhaps this is not pain, this is the revival of thoughts.
It doesn't matter, the important thing is that I started to lose sleep. The night is like an abyss to me. I feel it with my eyes open. The feeling is terrible.
The host said that I would be relieved as soon as possible, thank you for your kindness.
I'm very tired, but I seem to want to write more tonight.
At this moment there was a person in my mind.
Then I will write to you.
If you are lucky enough to be able to see.
If you found it by yourself, it would be really unexpected.
Really, it was more unexpected than seeing a dinosaur, but it seems reasonable to think about it carefully.
However, I advise you to stop here.
If they don't take the initiative to find you, you can live a stable life.
Don't go any further.
One step forward is the abyss, the labyrinth, the heaven, and the hell.
It's scary, much scarier than you think. 】
When Deli wrote these words, he seemed to think of something, and the tip of his pen began to tremble.
His words revealed suppressed fear and collapse.
After Mo Luan finished reading, he fell into deep thought.
The abyss is unknown.
The maze is confused
Heaven is joy
Hell is pain
In Deli's words, these contradictory words are summed up as "terrible".
Not only did he write the words "very terrible", but the hand holding the pen trembled in fear.
So, who is his master?
Mo Luan raised his eyes and saw Xun Jie leaning on the table in front of the window, in a lazy posture, looking sideways out of the window.
She smiled, put the photo away, and said, "Xun Jie, let's go."