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As if aware of Jiang Ning's gaze, the little boy holding the ball tilted his head and looked at the two innocently, and shivered slightly. Jiang Ning was afraid that a human head would fall from the ball in the next second. pop out.

"Mr. Jiang Ning and Mr. Yan Sen, they are the guests invited by my wife this year." Seeing the boy's eyes looking at the two strangers in the room, Old John introduced each other thoughtfully, but he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. John did not tell Jiang and Ning the boy's name.

"I've seen them," muttered, and the boy frowned like a grown-up, "Lele doesn't like these people, ask mom to drive them away!"

Unexpectedly, the boy would suddenly make trouble in front of the guests, so Old John hurriedly bent over to coax the other party: "But Madam invites guests to her house every year, you know the rules..."

"I don't care!" After sweeping away the impression of the little prince when they first met, the little boy screamed loudly, almost sitting on the ground and throwing a tantrum, "I hate these people, let them get out of here quickly!"

Jiang Ning, who has always been the favorite of the elderly and children, was a little dazed, but thinking of the other party's action of saving himself and "watching" for the two of them last night, Jiang Ning always felt that the boy was Want to help them escape.

It's a pity, before Jiang Ning followed the little boy's words and ran away angrily, Song Yanhua's voice immediately stopped the boy's crying: "What's wrong?"

Ignoring the boy by the door, Song Yanhua went straight to Jiang Ning as if she couldn't see him. She was still wearing the dark green satin dress, but she took off the apron and washed off the traces of paint on her hands .

Song Yanhua is beautiful, this is a fact that no one can deny, but no matter how you look at it, the other party's age really doesn't look like the mother of a five or six-year-old boy.

"Nothing." Shaking his head, Jiang Ning carefully considered the wording of his "report", "It's just your son..."

Suddenly meeting Song Yanhua's eyes that had lost her smile, the young man's spine froze as if being stared at by a python, and then closed his mouth very wisely.

"Although I don't know why you mentioned him, Lele passed away 20 years ago." Sitting opposite the two, Song Yanhua raised her hand to pour Jiang Ning a cup of black tea. It's not as intense as the look at Jiang Ning just now.

With lowered eyebrows, Jiang Ning could only hear the other party's unwavering voice: "This is my sad matter. If possible, I hope Mr. Jiang will not mention it again."

But wasn't he just standing in front of you?

Responding awkwardly, Jiang Ning pretended to glance at the door unintentionally, but found that the boy and Old John had already disappeared when he and Yan Sen were not paying attention.

The more I feel that this house is weird, Jiang Ning, who has read the newspaper, will naturally not lead the topic to the minefield. After following Song Yanhua's words and chatting about his opinions on art, Yan Sen took the lead He broke the deadlock with a loud voice: "Madam has superb painting skills. Countless people want to visit this strange painting gallery, but why did Madam choose us young people as visitors this year?"

Seemingly coaxed by Yan Sen's compliment, Song Yanhua smiled, then put down her teacup and said seriously, "Because it looks good."

Never expected that Song Yanhua is still a face-controlling Jiang Ning: "..." Is their team still divided according to their appearance?

"I'm getting old, and I don't want to waste time on those ordinary people," Song Yanhua pointed to the easels behind the two of them covered by white cloth, without concealing her intentions, "After so many years, I just want to Draw a perfect work that can infect everyone."

In fact, your paintings are already very contagious, at least the baby on the ceiling almost made me sleepless.

Silently complaining in his heart, Jiang Ning secretly distanced himself from Song Yanhua, and did not bother this woman who was immersed in her emotions.

"That little girl has a nice nose, it would be even better if she could change her mouth," Song Yanhua muttered to herself, and her tone was tinged with regret, "That Mr. Lin looks ordinary, but if his eyes match The panic must be nice to watch..."

Fuzhi mentally thought of those invitation letters placed in the living room. Jiang Ning finally understood the meaning of the portrait on the back of the letter paper, but he was considered "perfect" by the boss in the horror game. Jiang Ning didn't know it was a kind of luck Still unlucky.

"Sorry, I get too involved when it comes to creation," Song Yanhua brushed her temples, and finally remembered that there were two people sitting opposite her. After a long circle, she finally brought the topic back on track. "So I invite you here this time, hoping that you can provide some inspiration for my paintings."

inspiration?Considering Song Yanhua's masterpiece "Husband" and "Son" and the little boy who is [-]% a ghost, Lin Guo is sure that "providing inspiration" will definitely not be a good job.

"Of course, I will also provide you with a reward as a thank you. Although it is not generous, it should protect you from worrying about food and clothing for the rest of your life." Sipping her black tea, Song Yanhua said with a smile, "I originally wanted to put this matter at lunch. I will explain it to you in detail, since you know it in advance, please help me to convey this matter to your companions."

"I'm getting older, so I don't go downstairs anymore."

As if to match her rhetoric, Song Yanhua, who was still looking good just now, immediately covered her mouth and coughed twice, waved her hand and rejected the teacup Jiang Ning handed over, Song Yanhua took a breath: "I'm going to take a rest , both of you can do what you want."

Although there are still many questions to be asked, Jiang Ning and Yan Sen have to let the woman who is suspected to be the boss of the checkpoint leave. After waiting for a long time, the boy and Old John did not appear again. Yan Sen stared at the coffee table, his eyes seemed to have passed through the The cover cloth saw the stack of newspapers hidden under it: "What do you think?"

"It's a mess," Jiang Ning said honestly, shrugging his shoulders, "but what is certain is that Song Yanhua's son is dead and for some reason is on our side."

With the existing clues, it is still too difficult for them to deduce a complete story background.

The aroma of the black tea on the table was overflowing, but the two people who were full of worries didn't want to taste it at all. Looking around, Jiang Ning got up and walked to the easels covered by white cloth, and then summoned up the courage to open one of them.

Different from the imagined horror scene, there is only a pair of unfinished eyes on the easel. It is obviously Song Yanhua's unique delicate painting style, but Jiang Ning can no longer experience the creepy sense of reality.

Is it because the painting is not yet finished?

The messy lines at the end of the eyes can easily make people feel the restlessness of the painter at that time, thinking that Song Yanhua just lost her standard because of a bad mood, Jiang Ning casually lifted another piece of white cloth, but there was still a picture on the easel. Incomplete and useless scraps.

Could it be that this is the legendary bottleneck period?Unbelievably, he opened it one by one, and Jiang Ning found that there were more than ten paintings in the studio, whether new or old, and none of them could compare with the works in the photo frame downstairs.

It seems that there is something tricky in Song Yanhua's painting. She raised her head and wanted to call Yan Sen over, but Jiang Ning saw that Yan Sen was standing in front of the window with his back turned to him in a daze.

After carefully covering the painting under his hand, Jiang Ning approached Yan Sen worriedly: "What's wrong with you?"

In his impression, Yan Sen is not a person who enjoys watching the scenery leisurely in the game.

"I just want to know what 'Lele' was looking at at that time." Putting down the curtains that obstructed the view and fluttered around, Yan Sen blocked Jiang Ning's eyes with his right hand, "However, you'd better not look at it."

Today's sunshine is not bad, and the white mist outside the villa has also dissipated a little. In addition, because of climbing high and looking into the distance, Yan Sen can clearly see many corpses randomly discarded outside the villa's wall.

The white skeletons almost turned the entire villa into a barren grave.

The little boy in a tuxedo sat on the fence, hugging him with a long-haired human head, and said a word to Yan Sen expressionlessly——

"roll."

The wind was blowing, the half-open windows creaked, and the frantically flying curtains almost fell directly on the faces of Yan Sen and Jiang Ning. He didn't understand what happened. Jiang Ning wanted to push away the man's big hand blocking his eyes, but In the next second, I heard the serious warning from the other party: "Don't look back."

The little boy was indistinguishable between good and evil, and he didn't want Jiang Ning to provoke him.

Although he was puzzled, Jiang Ning's trust in Yan Sen overwhelmed all doubts. He ran out of the studio and closed the door in three steps. The noise behind the two immediately returned to calm.

"Did you see it?" The gloomy corridor was so quiet that Jiang Ning could even hear his heart beating, "What was that little boy watching last night?"

"Bones." In line with the surrounding environment, Yan Sen's deep voice was tinged with horror, "There are human bones everywhere outside the Museum of Strange Paintings."

I already knew that this place was not a good place, but Jiang Ning didn't expect Song Yanhua to be so frenzied, so I imagined the scene described by Yan Sen. Although Jiang Ning felt that he had seen many big scenes, he shouldn't be scared. But he couldn't help curling the corners of his lips for the other's thoughtfulness.

"Please keep quiet, both gentlemen." Appearing from the shadows, Old John's expression was cold, and he no longer had the kindness he had when he faced Jiang Ning at the beginning.

Stretching his arms downward, the black-clothed butler gave the order to evict the guest very bluntly: "Madam needs to rest, please go downstairs as soon as possible."

Without intending to offend the only normal old housekeeper at this time, Jiang Ning and Yan Sen, who had gained a lot, agreed to leave neatly, but the moment they stepped down the steps, the man suddenly turned around and asked, "Young master, is he okay? "

"Instead of caring so much about the dead, it's better to think about the living." The butler raised his eyelids and stood in the shadows and smiled at the two of them. "After all, everyone has only one life, right?"