Nightmare Attack

"Mr. An," Tang Shirou's voice was small and soft, listening carefully, she seemed to be still shaking, sounding terrified, "this painting...is this painting really okay?"

　　 She looked at An Xuan as if asking for help. This gentlemanly man was her only support in this strange and weird world, at least she thought so.

　　 I saw Master Huang, and when they came back, there was an extra painting in their room.

　　 The painting was hung in a position that was not very eye-catching, so everyone didn't notice it for the first time. In the end, Yu Qi, who was lying on the bed squinting and resting, realized that something was wrong, and a Ji Ling jumped up.

　　 Because from his point of view, the previous position was a vase.

　　 "You... can you be sure?" Qin Jian asked immediately, wearing a black coat, his heart panicked more than anyone else.

　　 Although An Xuan promised him that there should be no problem, after all, it was him, not An Xuan. In the nightmare, the guarantee was the most useless thing except for kindness.

　　 "OK." With wide eyes, You Qi swallowed a few drools. It didn't really seem like a joke to see his nervousness, and there was no joke here.

Oops......

　　I encountered such a thing as soon as I met Young Master Huang. If I said there was no problem, I was lying to myself.

　　 An Xuan squinted his eyes, knowing that these people might have been targeted.

　　 What he wants to figure out most now is whether it is only his own room that has an extra painting or everybody's room has an extra painting.

　　 This is very important.

　　 is a beautiful woman in a bright red costume, dancing gracefully, with light footsteps, hand-twisting orchids, slender jade fingers, plain white neck, and beautiful curves under the costume wrap.

　　The painter has a profound skill, even if the beauty in the painting only shows a small side face, the unrelenting flattery has already overflowed the painting.

　　 "Ann...Mr. An?" Tang Shirou seemed terrified, her voice trembling slightly.

　　 An Xuan's expression management was done very well. After he turned his gaze to Tang Shirou, in the latter's eyes, An Xuan still had a faint smile on his face, as if there was nothing in this world that could make him nervous.

　　 For a moment, Tang Shirou actually felt less panicked.

　　 "Don't worry, Miss Tang." An Xuan smiled, "It's just a picture of a actress. It should be brought by the steward Zhou after we are gone. There should be clues on it."

　　 Hearing the word clues, Tang Shirou seemed to have rekindled interest in painting, although she was still a little scared, but if compared with leaving here as soon as possible, what is this fear?

　　 When she carefully observed the painting, her Mr. Ann had already controlled his eyes to leave the painting.

　　 Qin Jian and You Qi are the same.

　　 They are just looking around.

　　 painting, and Tang Shirou who focuses on painting.

　　 Tang Shirou was the last person in this room to notice the painting, but he was also the one who watched the longest and was most interested in it.

　　 Tang Shirou looked at it, and suddenly felt that the woman's face in the painting seemed to be slightly leaning toward her. She closed her eyes and shook her head a few times. When she looked again, there was nothing left.

　　 The scene just now seemed to be an illusion.

　　 "Miss Tang." Qin Jian's dry voice sounded, "Did you see any clues?"

　　 "Not yet." Tang Shirou was still staring at the painting, her bright red costume was dazzling, but the more she looked at it, the more familiar, and even the longing emotions were mixed in it.

Even she herself didn't know the source of this feeling, as if it was rooted in her heart.

　　 "Then take a closer look." Qin Jian's voice floated and heard, not really.

　　 Just when Tang Shirou squinted her eyes and wanted to get closer and see more clearly, a sudden knock on the door interrupted everything, "Boom!"

　　The visitor is very kind, and the door panel is very loud.

Tang Shirou woke up like a dream, staring at the door position in confusion. After a long while, she came back to her senses. Even if she is stupid, she also realizes at this moment that this painting...I am afraid that there is more than just a clue. It's that simple.

　　 After the door opened, the middle-aged woman stood outside.

The woman still holding a dead face said with a mechanical voice: "After the pulse was diagnosed today, Master took the medicine according to the prescription you prescribed, and it worked quickly. To thank you doctors, Master wants to invite you to participate in his choreography in the evening. Of a play."

　　 After a pause, the middle-aged woman said: "Tonight."

　　 "Acting?" You Qi, who was originally a big five and three thick, had a thick neck after hearing it. After a while, he said, "Is it true?"

"Where can our group of doctors act?" Qin Jian hurriedly pushed back. His expression was not as good as that of Yuqi. "Surgery industry...Surgery industry specializes in it. Let's not add blockage to Young Master Huang and let him sing by himself. Enough."

　　The middle-aged woman stared at Qin Jian, the coldness in her eyes made Qin Jian shrink her neck.

　　 In fact, he and You Qi and others are not too courageous, after all, they are also old players, but this book is really weird.

　　 "Are you Qin Jian?" the middle-aged woman asked.

　　 Qin Jian was taken aback, then swallowed, nodded cautiously, "Yes, it's me, what's the matter..."

Before he could finish the question, she saw the middle-aged woman pull out a small blue-covered notebook from her arms, and then took out a writing brush from her sleeve like a juggling, and moistened the brush in her mouth a few times. Just wrote something in the small book.

　　 "You...what are you doing?" Qin Jian suddenly became a little nervous.

　　"Qin Jian said that he can't go to the play you rehearsed, Master~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The middle-aged woman lowered her head to write, while repeating in a repeater-like voice: "He won't give you face to Master. "

　　 "Fuck!" Qin Jian panicked at once, "When will I say not to give Huang Shaoye face?"

　　 "He still scolds you." The middle-aged woman continued to record.

　　 The level of competence of this npc is almost comparable to that of the discipline committee of the student days, and the ability to make small reports is even better.

　　 "Wait." Suddenly An Xuan stretched out his hand, squeezed the pen in the middle-aged woman's hand, and said with a smile: "Thank you for going back to your master, we will definitely cooperate tonight."

　　 The middle-aged woman turned her gaze back to Qin Jian and You Qi Tang Shirou and found that no one had any objections, her mouth opened wide, revealing a chilling smile.

　　 She put away the notebook, and then took out another notebook from her arms, and explained very naturally: "This is the request of the young master. It is enough for the doctors to comply with it."

　　 An Xuan reached out and took it, and found that this was not a book, but a piece of paper that had been folded many times.

　　 After unfolding the paper slowly, what came into my eyes were strange facial makeup, various costumes, and some...villains doing strange actions.

　　Similar to the simple strokes of a child, the actions of the villain are very single, they are the basic movements of carrying the hand and raising the shoulder, but it is not clear why it is drawn in this way, it looks very strange.