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Seeing Gao Jun speak with such confidence, I found myself momentarily at a loss for words to refute him, yet deep down, I remained uneasy, convinced that his assertion was not entirely credible.
"Alright, stop overthinking it and fixate on that child," Gao Jun said, glancing at the window. "Even if she mischievously crawled over here, how could she possibly leave behind bloodstains? It's strange; why is it that I never see her, yet you always do?"
Suddenly, I thought: if Gao Jun had also witnessed the girl's sorrowful and piercing gaze, would he still be so nonchalant? Who could say? After all, he hadn't experienced the terrifying past that I had.
"I'm going to bed; I'm exhausted," Gao Jun yawned and then feigned a pitiful expression as he looked at me.
I sighed softly. "Go ahead and sleep." Deep down, I hoped his explanation was indeed the truth.
"Then I'm off," Gao Jun said as he walked into the bedroom. After lying down, he seemed to remember something and said seriously, "By the way, Xiaoyun, there's something I need to tell you; otherwise, I won't be able to sleep soundly."
His expression startled me, and I nervously asked, "What is it?"
Gao Jun chuckled lightly. "Look at you getting all anxious. It's nothing much; just wanted to let you know that before washing my hands yesterday, I can't recall what else I touched. So if you find any bloodstains at home, there's no need to wake me up to report it."
I huffed in response. "Got it. Go back to sleep!" Then I headed to the bathroom to find a cloth, preparing to wipe away the two bloodstains.
The bloodstain on the doorknob was easily cleaned off, but the one on the balcony railing took considerable effort. I managed to remove only the surface stain; the marks that had seeped into the wood were stubborn and wouldn’t come off. Eventually, I had to give up. When I returned to the bedroom, Gao Jun seemed to have already fallen asleep. Remembering what he had said before bed, I decided to search around the house with the cloth in hand. After all, any bloodstain left in the house was unsettling.
After searching high and low, I found a small bloodstain by the sink—likely left by Gao Jun when he washed his hands. Once I cleaned that up, I sat down in Gao Jun's rocking chair in the living room to rest while contemplating what groceries I needed to buy today.
Gao Jun's easel stood right in front of me with a sheet of white paper ready for painting clipped onto it. Suddenly it struck me: this guy must have touched this easel more than anything else—could there be traces of his blood on it?
I leaned forward, pulling the drawing board closer to my eyes for a closer inspection. Everywhere else was clean and devoid of anything unusual, but on the surface sheet of paper, there was a red dot no larger than the tip of a needle.
Is this blood? Or perhaps paint accidentally smeared by Gao Jun? I leaned in closer to examine it. Surrounding the red dot seemed to be a larger reddish halo; there appeared to be more in other areas, but they were all faint and not very distinct.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that these red halos must be on the sheet of paper underneath, and the red dot was the result of the surface paper being soaked through. With this thought, I noticed that through the surface paper, I could vaguely see some other colors; it seemed like there was something painted on the sheet below.
Is this what Gao Jun has been working on during these late nights? Why cover it with white paper? Does he not want me to see? The more I thought about it, the more determined I became to look. I was curious to see what kind of inspiration this eerie room could provide him.
With that in mind, I reached out and lifted the top sheet of white paper, revealing the artwork beneath it completely.
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