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Chapter seven hundred and ninety six home.(2/2)

"Where's Xiaomei?" Su Mingan thought of Xiaomei from the border town.

"Yueyue is taking care of her, they are fine," Noel said.

Su Mingan felt relieved. He took out the wheelchair and filled it with energy.

"Where are you going?" Noel said.

"Go to Lin Guang's house, there may be clues." Su Ming'an controlled the wheelchair and took off.

"——I'll go with you." Noel and Su Lin said at the same time.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the silence lasted for three seconds.

Su Lin turned and left: "Then you go, I just don't want to go."

Noel called out the black crow and followed Su Ming'an.



Just like he went to Qiu Li's home that day, Su Mingan went to Lin Guang's home.

This was a somewhat damaged villa. Due to being bombed by mercenaries, there were pitted black spots on the walls. When Su Mingan opened the door of the villa, he saw an art exhibition-like hall with scorched black walls.

He approached the paintings on the walls, but could not see clearly what was painted, only some charred paper that had been burnt to a crisp. It was hard to imagine how Lin Guang had painted thousands of paintings here alone, and how he had witnessed them with his own eyes. disappear in flames.

There is no atmosphere of life in the house, only some dried gouache and paint trays. The table and chairs are for two people, the dinner plates and knives and forks are for two people, there are also two hooks hanging on the door, and there are countless things in the corner.

copybooks, ink, and seven or eight torn books of "Dragon Kingdom Culture".

These books were piled in the corner, and Su Mingan flipped through them. There were also "Top 10 Stir-fried, Fried and Stewed Fruit Methods", "How to Write a Good Suicide Note", "Do Electric Sheep Dream of Bionic People", "How to Stay White"

"Shining clean and bright", "On what kind of person the Lord of Doomsday City will like", "The Demon King and the Brave Man in Yunshang City", "Being a Confident Woman: How to Communicate with People", "The Domineering President's Genius Baby" and other books.

Some of these books are serious, some are not serious. Some seem to be books carried by players, and some are written by humans in ruined worlds.

Of course, there were some books that were not suitable for studying, but Lin Guang read every one of them and even took careful notes on every page.

When Su Mingan saw these books, he felt a little dumbfounded, but only a vague sadness followed.

He put down the books and continued walking forward. At the end was a simply decorated room with many medicine bottles in the glass cabinets.

All are antidepressants.

In addition, there are a large number of unused bandages and dried blood on the table, as well as a few scissors that appear to be used for self-mutilation. There is a line of crooked words engraved on the corner of the table, the font is distorted, as if it was inscribed during an emotional breakdown.

:【Why still can’t feel love??】

The whole room is covered with gray tones, depressant drugs, self-inflicted knives, bandages, bullets, dried blood...this is everything in Lin Guang's life.

But in Lin Guang's diary for Su Ming'an, he only mentioned roses, flute music, butterflies, strawberries and sunshine.

Su Mingan paused for a moment. The lampshade on the ceiling was swaying, and his pupils were trembling in the light. Noel was waiting at the door, and neither of them spoke.

"There seems to be something under the bed." At this time, Noel said.

Only then did Su Mingan start to move.

He knelt down and saw a basin-shaped object under the bed.

"What is this?" Su Ming'an had never raised plants before and could not recognize what this was.

Noel took a look:
Chapter completed!
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