Show love in escape live

Because many viewers are opening the live broadcast webpage of multiple players at the same time, when the players in the level start to "fight among themselves", the fans in the live broadcast room also set off a bloody storm.

"Bah, bah, who the hell is someone who dares to dislike our brother Yan openly?"

"It's ridiculous, can a certain fan's mouth be cleaned up a little bit, since he got the debuff on his clumsy hands, shouldn't others be allowed to say it?"

"Barrage etiquette Barrage etiquette, in fact, this is very normal, there are teams doing this in the first level."

"Cooking is just cooking. Could it be that without Brother Ningningyan from our family, your rightful owner can take the first place?"

"Hee hee, it's better to die if you don't get the first place, and you have to go up to the third floor, wandering around with a dead line of marriage, there will be ghosts looking for you in broad daylight."

"Stop talking nonsense, and see the truth when the final contribution is settled."

I don't know how fierce the fans were arguing. When Jiang Ning and Yan Sen finally walked out of the restaurant, the entire first floor was empty, not to mention other players, and even the serious-looking old housekeeper didn't know where to go. where.

Compared with the locked iron door, of course, the third floor with only a warning sign is easier to approach. Looking up at the third floor, which is structurally dull, Jiang Ning stepped up the steps: "Shall we go up?"

The old wooden steps always bring people an unpleasant experience. The two went up from the first floor and carefully put down the sign that blocked the second and third floors. I don’t know if it is Because few people walked around, the stairs leading to the third floor were actually stronger than the ones below.

The building area of ​​this villa is really embarrassing: as a gallery, it seems a bit stingy; but as a residence, it is too big to gather popularity.

Different from other floors, the whole third floor was gloomy and could not get any sunshine. Just when Jiang Ning stepped up the last step behind Yan Sen, an old voice suddenly came from the corner: "You are doing What?"

It was a question full of the majesty of the superior, Jiang Ning looked in the direction of the voice, and saw the old woman standing in the shadow with a displeased expression at a glance.

She is very beautiful, and the contours of her eyebrows and eyes are full of gentleness that belongs only to oriental people. Although she is old, the years have not left too many marks on her face, but it may be the proportion of black pupils in the other party's eyes. The reason is too big, she can't bring people closeness like her face.

The old lady was wearing a solemn and ladylike dark green satin dress, and a white apron was casually tied around her waist. Judging from the traces of paint stained on it, the other party should be Mrs. Song who invited them here.

I just didn't expect the other party to be so old, and quickly crossed this thought in my mind, Jiang Ning turned around and pointed to the downed sign with an embarrassed face: "The sign has been detained, we thought we could come up to see it today look……"

This reason is really lame. Just as Jiang Ning was thinking about finding another excuse to evade a few words, the old woman suddenly changed her tone as if she was a different person. She stared at the young man's facial features again and again, and then her tone was brisk He leaned on the railing and waved to the downstairs: "John, prepare some snacks for these two guests."

Regardless of whether there was anyone answering downstairs, Mrs. Song gracefully raised the corner of her skirt, nodded slightly and made a "please" gesture to the two: "Welcome to visit, my most special guests."

I don't want this kind of special at all, so I quickly exchanged a glance with Yan Sen, Jiang Ning pondered for a few seconds in his heart, and finally followed Mrs. Song who seemed not to go berserk in a short time.

Being led by the other party into a concealed door, Jiang Ning, who is used to the dark light, was almost dazzled by the sudden light. This is a huge studio with simple decoration, and the unique smell of paint blows over his face. The floor-length gauze curtains are fluttering slightly from the half-opened windows.

"The room is a bit messy, but it's still barely room for people to sit." Leading the two of them to sit in a small rest area in the corner of the studio, Mrs. Song was so hospitable that she didn't seem to draw "stop" and a skeleton on the signboard. that person.

It shouldn't be so easy to run into ghosts in broad daylight, right? Sitting well-behaved opposite the old woman, Jiang Ning glanced at the ground from the corner of his eye, and saw a black line that was in line with the figure and movements of the other party. shadow.

"Maybe I have to excuse you first." Pointing to the paint marks on her hands and apron, Mrs. Song pushed a pot of black tea in front of the two of them, "John will be here in a while, if you need anything, you can talk to him explain."

Watching the other party leave the studio, Jiang Ning looked at Yan Sen in disbelief: "Why is she so enthusiastic about us?"

Judging from Old John's instructions and the other party's initial questioning, this Mrs. Song should not be a very easy-going person. His eyes were too hot for them.

"Maybe it's because you're so good-looking?" Yan Sen, who never forgot to tease his future daughter-in-law anytime and anywhere, analyzed "seriously" with reason, "She changed her attitude after seeing your appearance clearly. "

"She's watching you too." Subconsciously retorted, Jiang Ning didn't want the other party to misunderstand her relationship with other people at all.

—even if it's just an old NPC.

"So our looks satisfy her?" Touching his chin, Yan Sen looked at the easels covered by white cloth and whispered, "Thinking about that strange invitation, I always feel that this is not a good thing .”

"I see... wait, there seems to be something under the coffee table." Sharp-eyed caught an unnatural bulge on the green cloth covering the coffee table, Jiang Ning bent down and lifted a corner of the cloth, and as expected found a stack of Yellowed newspaper.

As if in a hurry, the person who had read the stack of newspapers before just stuffed it back into the coffee table, and carefully pulled out the top few newspapers with his fingers. Jiang Ning tugged Yan Sen to signal for the other party to cover himself.

Horror games are often accompanied by large paragraphs of text plots, so Jiang Ning has developed a good ability to read quickly, scanning the text on the newspaper at a glance, and he finally figured out the origin of this creepy painting gallery .

Contrary to what a few people had guessed before, this villa originally belonged to the old lady called "Mrs. Song Yanhua". They are all so real that it makes people feel weird, but this vivid and delicate style of painting still attracts a group of young people's fanatical pursuit.

However, the most surprising thing is that although she is well-known in the painting world, few people can see Song Yanhua's true face. Maybe artists are always a little bit unique, and Song Yanhua is like the most beautiful fan , attracting the interest of everyone who loves painting.

But these were all 20 years ago. Looking at the old photo in the newspaper that was obviously taken from a candid angle, Jiang Ning also had to admit that the other party was elegant and beautiful when he was young.

However, the subsequent story is not as satisfactory as the first one. It is probably because everything in the world cannot escape the principle that prosperity must decline. Song Yanhua, who has both fame and wealth, talent and beauty, soon ushered in the trough of life.

An epidemic caused Song Yanhua to lose her husband and beloved son one after another. After she finished the last two paintings titled "Husband" and "Son" with tears, Song Yanhua became famous, but she just closed her pen disappear in front of people.

And that random invitation letter from the "Deceitful Painting Gallery" became her last connection with this world.

It’s not that no one is looking for Song Yanhua’s home—that is, where the Guihua Museum is, but after 20 years, no newspaper office can dig out reliable information, so Song Yanhua and the Guihua Museum have become The most popular urban ghost talk in this area.

"So the five of us are still the chosen ones this time?" Jiang Ning roughly flipped through all the newspapers, and relayed all the key points to Yan Sen, and carefully put the newspapers back as they were, "holding an invitation Dare to come here, should I say that this setting is worthy of being the protagonist group in a horror game?"

"Hush—" He raised his hand and gestured with his index finger to stop the young man's complaints. Yan Sen reminded with an inaudible voice, "Someone is coming."

Putting down the green cover quickly, Jiang Ning sat upright, not at all looking like he had just done something bad.

The person who came was Old John. Seeing Yan Sen and Jiang Ning sitting in the studio on the third floor, where he was forbidden to come up, the butler in black didn't say anything, but put a plate of small golden biscuits in front of them.

It was that kind of look again, thanking politely, Jiang Ning was sure that he saw pity in the other person's eyes again.

Is Song Yanhua so scary?Or is Old John actually an accomplice?

There were many doubts in his heart, Jiang Ning wanted to ask the other party, but he was afraid that he would startle the snake because of it. Before he could come to a conclusion, a clear and clear child's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Grandpa John, where is Mom?"

Holding a small brown leather ball, a boy in a small suit stood at the door, as polite as a little prince who walked out of a fairy tale.

Mother?Didn't Song Yanhua's son have died in that epidemic?

Moreover, why does the other party's Yuxue's cute facial features always give him a subtle familiarity...

"Young Master, how did you find this place?" Seeing Old John turned to talk to the boy, Yan Sen clasped the young man's right hand without showing any trace, and then wrote the word "window" clearly and quickly on Jiang Ning's hand .

window?

After correctly guessing the Chinese characters written by Yan Sen, Jiang Ning froze in place like a frightened rabbit.

Fuck, this well-behaved and cute little boy in front of him is the little villain who slapped the moon at the moon in front of their window last night? !

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Why use the somewhat cute description of a little villain, because Jiang Ning knows that the other party didn't hurt him.