No one disturbed Gin's rest. The silver-haired man lay lazily on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his pupils had no focal length. This state remained until the door sounded, and Gin was in a scattered state in an instant, holding the gun in his hand, aiming at the bedroom door, his eyes were cold.

The uninvited guest seemed to have noticed something, and did not push the door directly into it, but knocked it very "politely". The silver-haired man's eyes froze, and he withdrew his pistol and lay back on the bed.

The visitor paused for two seconds, pushed open the door, revealing his delicate face, and a charming and soft smile hung on the corner of the woman's lips, and her eyes were as charming as silk. "Gin~" This unique voice can recognize who can even close her eyes.

"It's so well-informed." Gin closed her eyes and returned to her former indifference and dissipation. He didn't remember telling Belmode's address to the apartment.

"Thank you for the praise." Belmode pretended not to hear what Gin said, and sat naturally beside Gin's bed, with legs overlapping, and handed Gin the screen to Gin, "The original information has been investigated."

"Twin Towers Skyscraper?" Involving the task, Gin finally opened her eyes and glanced at the mobile phone screen. She sent the information to herself, threw the phone to Belmode, and then skillfully summoned vodka.

"Go now?" Belmode smiled and watched Gin get up from the bed, admire the good figure of a cold-faced man, and watched Gin leave the apartment.

Belmode then slowly looked at this high-standard apartment. I have to say that living in Gin is really a waste of resources. The apartment is very empty, unlike a place where people live, without any decorations - no TV, clocks, plants, not to mention carpets, etc.

The sofa, dining table, counter and other things look like the original things of the apartment, and the living room is like this. Belmode walked towards the bedroom without hope. The bedroom where Gin just slept had a two-meter-wide bed, and a desk next to the window, with a notebook and a chair on it.

The only room that can be called decoration is probably the study room, nor can it be called a study room. The things inside are very complicated, but they are placed in an orderly manner. Belmode took a rough look and found that they were all used for decoration tools or some regular wood. I don’t know what they were made of. There is a small black bucket with a lid, which seems to be used for burning. In addition, it is a large bookcase against the wall. With a big eye, you can see that there are all kinds of types.

"Baron Dark Night", "Introduction to the Basics of Sketch", "Judicine", "Criminal Law", "Shelmes's Investigation Collection", "Human Anatomy", "Military Theory", "Haizi's Poems Collection", "Medical Knowledge"... There are all kinds of books.

But these books all look very new and seem to have never been read. Can't gin just be used for decoration, right?

Belmode took out a few books casually, and the book was blank without exception. However, it was true that how could Gin have leisure and elegant style to read any collection of poems?

Except for this study and the bedroom just now, the other rooms are basically empty, and they look like the style of gin, and the apartment is just for sleeping.

A top apartment with such a good location and such a simple interior, can Belmode bear it?

With casual thoughts that were exactly the same as Gin, I pressed my phone number with a slender finger, and my voice was soft, "Gin, do you mind if I'll help you decorate it?"

The gin on the black Porsche 356a leaned against the passenger seat, "Don't move the locked room on the second floor." Then he hung up the phone simply.

Belmode looked at the beating cell phone and his mouth twitched slightly. Gin seemed to have bought all the rooms on the highest two floors of the apartment. The first floor was opened as a living room, but it was empty like a residence that had been abandoned for many years. The second floor was a bedroom, study, bathroom, and several empty rooms.

The blonde woman stretched lazily, changed her face and left the apartment to start shopping. It was probably because of the nature of a woman. Belmode also had difficulty in choosing when buying items, and comparison was indispensable. Not only that, she also took photos and sent them to Gin to ask which one was better, but Gin ignored it.

The advantage of high-end consumption is that the merchants have first-class service efficiency. When Gin successfully solved the problem of stealing organizational information, Yuan Jiaming, who arranged the subsequent tasks to return to the apartment, the inside had changed a lot.

Gin stood at the door and paused for a few seconds. After confirming that he could not make the foolish mistake of making the apartment, he hung his windbreaker on the hanger and looked at the brand new apartment again.

The sofa and dining table that originally came with when buying an apartment disappeared, replaced by a European-style luxury sofa. The dining table was carefully carved with high-quality wood, and there were also carpets that looked very expensive at first sight. There was a large LCD TV on the wall, a rich bamboo on the coffee table, and some landscape photos on the counter... In an instant, from an abandoned house to a luxurious apartment.

"How is it?" Belmode was lying on the sofa with a pillow, wearing loose pajamas and slippers. The LCD TV was playing the TV series.

"Bored." Gin didn't give you any face. The apartment was just a place to sleep. What's the use of decoration?

"You really don't understand the charm," Belmode was not surprised at all. He stepped on the carpet barefoot, "a comfortable environment can make people feel happy."

As for how much it costs to decorate an apartment? Do these two people seem to be short of money?

Gin sneered and walked straight to the second floor. Except for the locked rooms on both sides of the study, the others were used as bedrooms or clothes rooms by Belmode. There was also a bathtub in the bathroom of the room, and the shelf was filled with bottles and jars.

I have become accustomed to these gins. Belmode is different from him. He never feels wronged in his daily life - although he never feels wronged - material life is a consistent high standard.

I glanced at the bookshelf and knew exactly which book Belmode had taken. He had actually read all these books, but due to his strong memory, he could not forget them once, so these books looked particularly new because he really only read them once.

After confirming that Belmode had no other moves except to flip through the book, Gin left the study. Such a level-free lock would definitely not stop Belmode, but the point was not to stop him, but to restrain Belmode. The woman had always been smart and would not easily get into Gin's forbidden zone.

In addition, Belmode's craftsmanship is good.

The premise is that this woman cooks well, not playing with him. The overly sweet mashed potatoes are really hard to swallow. Even so, Gin just frowned slightly and finished it all. Except for mashed potatoes, the other meals are still normal.

"You don't even put wine in such a big wine cabinet." Belmode looked at the big wine cabinet that had just been filled with himself not long ago, and skillfully mixed wine with a mug. Gin was not addicted to alcohol, and went directly to the bedroom after dinner.

After drinking a small drink from Belmode, he returned to the newly renovated bedroom. It has expensive benefits. Even if it is installed, there is no formaldehyde smell in the room - at least Belmode didn't smell it.

The top velvet fabrics failed to save Belmode's insomnia. The blonde woman stared at her roof with big eyes, Xiaoyelight worked diligently, turned on her phone and took a look at the time, 1:10.

It's such an auspicious number.

After tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, Belmode got up with his fate and decided to go and have a few drinks to help him sleep. After leaving the bedroom, he accidentally glanced at it but found that the locked room was opened and Gin didn't sleep?

Belmode did not deliberately hide his footsteps, and came to the door of the room and knocked on the money door. No one responded, "gin, am I in?" He paused for another second, but did not hear the refusal, Belmode pushed the door and entered.

Gin sat in the middle of the room, staring at the wall without moving, there was nothing in the room, there was nothing in the real sense, no furniture, no lights, no plugs or switches, just a house.

It was pitch black, and with the light outside the room, I could barely see a person sitting inside. The scene was particularly strange.

What do Gin sit here without sleeping in the middle of the night?

"Gin, I can't sleep a little. Do you have sleeping pills?" Belmode felt that Gin didn't want her to ask any questions about the room.

"The second drawer at the door." Gin's voice could not be heard anything unusual, and Belmode closed the door and left tactfully.

The room fell into darkness again. Gin stared at the door for a while and made sure that Belmode had returned to the bedroom. He turned on the flashlight in his hand again, and faint blue light shone on the wall. Dark blue pictures appeared on the white wall that was just empty.

Just like Van Gogh's "Crows on the Wheat Field", the picture is even more terrifying, with twisted figures, burning villas, crazy behavior... Gin stared at the picture and fell into silence, her pine green eyes were dark and bottomless.

As the flashlight moved, the pictures hidden on the walls were displayed one by one, without exception, and were twisted, like a person driven crazy by the world roaring and roaring, and the whole room was painted with such strange paintings.

The flashlight finally freezes in a place like a big mouth monster, as if he wants to climb out of the wall and swallow the human in front of him who discovered him.

As time passed, the flashlight went out, and the blue monster that had just roared and disappeared in an instant. Gin was immersed in the darkness. He was purer than darkness, just like the source of shadows.

These were all drawn by him, and when he was in the worst condition and his spirit was most unlucky.
Chapter completed!