Identical!
The shape, style, the color of the painted bricks on every wall, the decorations hanging outside the door, even the flowers placed in front of the second-floor window, were all exactly the same.
This was the same house, just appearing in different places.
"This... must be a coincidence, or perhaps the photo has been edited..." Bai Xiong tried to convince himself, but he couldn't succeed. Even if it was some kind of Photoshop technique, why would anyone go to the trouble of coming to this small town to move an ordinary building onto a magazine page?
"Alright, now you might understand what I meant," the vagrant said and turned to walk into the bedroom.
Bai Xiong steadied his mind and followed him in.
The flies were still excitedly buzzing around the corpse; the vagrant waved his hand, but couldn't drive them away, and had to let them continue buzzing.
"Dead for nine days now," he said naturally.
