In the painting, Lin Wei was in a dark room that Jiang Ning had never seen before. A beam of pale light shot down from above his head, making the face of the man slumped on the chair pale.

I don't know what I saw, but Lin Wei's expression can be described by the word "liver and gallbladder" at first glance. Looking carefully at the pupils of the man in the painting, Yan Sen whispered: "He died before the painting was completed. gone."

Although human pupils will automatically dilate when the light is dim, unless they have a pair of natural cat pupils like Jiang Ning, for most humans, it is difficult to accurately capture this pupil's response to light.

However, the dilation of Lin Wei's pupils has obviously exceeded the index of normal people. Fear took his life. This was the first reaction that jumped out of Yan Sen's mind after seeing the painting.

"It seems that there is no trauma." Because the painting is so realistic, Jiang Ning stared at it unconsciously to find clues, "But judging by Lin Wei's performance, he doesn't look like such a timid person."

"Maybe it's Song Yanhua who can make people see the most fearful thing in their hearts?" Yan Sen guessed casually, but Yan Sen didn't think Lin Wei was like a player who could be scared to death so easily.

"The person who appeared in front of me is probably a dog." Muttering, Jiang Ning felt a little sympathetic to Lin Wei. If the other party was really scared to death, he would be ejected from the game cabin and sent for psychological counseling.

Although he doesn't have a deep understanding of art, Jiang Ning also knows that most of the unique smell of oil paints comes from turpentine, but he doesn't know if it's because of psychological factors. He always feels that the smell of this painting is a bit strange.

Different from the pure paint smell in the studio, Jiang Ning could vaguely smell a fishy smell from the drawing paper at this moment.

"It's the smell of blood." Seeing Jiang Ning sniffing around the painting paper, Yan Sen also followed suit. Thanks to certain experiences when he was young, he almost smelled that kind of smell as soon as he got close to the painting. Unfamiliar rust smell.

Curious why Yan Sen could be so decisive, Jiang Ning subconsciously turned his head to look at the other party, but his lips almost came into intimate contact with the other party again.

Backing up a few steps in a panic, the young man supported the wall, forgetting what he was going to ask just now.

He doesn't like that the other party is always avoiding him, but Yan Sen likes to see the other party's bewildered look like a bunny, but right now there is still business to do, so he can only reluctantly bring the topic back on track: " Don't worry, blood and gun|powder, I will definitely not mistake these two flavors."

What did Brother Yan do before?

No feeling of being confused at all, Jiang Ning became more interested in Yan Sen's past, because he has never been revealed by anyone since he was an anchor so far, so people in the circle rumored that Yan Sen was from a rich family who was not doing business properly The playboy brother.

But the opponent's gun is so good, and he has such a simple and handsome skill, no matter what Jiang Ning thinks, he can't associate the opponent with the so-called "do not do business" and "playboy".

"Jiang Ning?" Seeing the other party's gaze straightened, Yan Sen put his hand in front of the young man's eyes in a funny way, "What did you think of?"

"I'm wondering where Lin Wei's body is." Quickly recovering from the association, Jiang Ning smoothly answered Yan Sen's question, "There are still people living in this villa, Song Yanhua can't let him die like this In the house."

Moreover, they had been paying attention to everyone's movements when they were walking around. If Old John and Song Yanhua wanted to go out to throw the corpse, it would be very difficult to hide it from Jiang Ning and Yan Sen's eyes.

"If the blood mixed in this paint belongs to Lin Wei, then his body can't be too clean," Yan Sen carefully opened a chair for Jiang Ning, and Yan Sen motioned for him to sit down and rest, "Song Yanhua is a very loving Clean man, it should be Old John who took care of this."

But trying to get the truth out of the other party's mouth might be more troublesome than finding the corpse by themselves.

"Maybe we can ask when he comes back," Jiang Ning suggested, pointing to the fifth painting on the wall, "The painting hasn't been framed yet, so he should come back later."

It happened that they had walked for a long time, and they could take this opportunity to rest.

Unfortunately, as if the painting was completely forgotten, the two sat in the dining room and waited for a long time before Old John turned back. They glanced at the time on the virtual screen from the corner of their eyes, and Jiang Ning, who had had enough rest, raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Sen: "Shall we go find it?"

Old John said that he lived in the rightmost room on the first floor, and it was three o'clock in the afternoon. If the other party was not in the bedroom at this time, he would probably be preparing dinner for several people in the kitchen.

After getting Yan Sen's consent, Jiang Ning sat up straight and yawned, because the zeroth online closed game of "Return" only had a three-month period, and the players couldn't leave the game cabin until they entered the top [-]. Only a holographic game like "Homecoming" dares to play like this.

The live broadcast of the closed game is 24 hours a day. Knowing that the audience does not have so much time, the game producer is very considerate and releases the daily recording on time, but even so, there are still many fans who spend a lot of time watching In front of computers and mobile phones.

The popularity of Jiang Ning's live broadcast room is very high, and there is no hour in a day that will be deserted, but compared to these, Jiang Ning still hopes that fans can work and live well when he is sleeping or when he is not high-energy.

Because the plot is more exciting than the real-time barrage system, the interaction between Jiang Ning and fans is much less than before. The young man suddenly remembered this through a yawn, and chanted his advice like "don't stay up late" like a mother again.

Listening to Jiang Ning's "talking to himself" with a gentle expression, Yan Sen finally "discovered his conscience" and thought of the fans guarding his live broadcast room. The man hooked his lips happily: "Jiang Ning is right, remember to listen."

"Remember to listen", these five words mixed with care and perfunctory at the same time, immediately caused Yan Sen's live broadcast room to explode——

"Damn it, Brother Yan, you've changed!"

"Listen to Ningning for everything, tell me! Who are you?!"

"Why do I feel that since we played "Homecoming", our brother Yan has become a little turbulent?"

"awsl! Brother Yan just smiled at the corner of his mouth! I beg the game company to let me pass through Jiangning!"

"Suddenly I understand the mentality of those CP fans, our brother Yan will definitely be a strict wife/dog head in the future"

"Wait...Jiang Ning and Brother Yan have strange expressions, what did they smell?"

"There is an inexplicable sense of foreboding..."

The barrage chat in the live broadcast room over there was cheerful, and Jiang Ning, who walked out of the restaurant side by side with Yan Sen, also noticed something was wrong. He slapped his nose with his hand, and then said with a puzzled expression: "What, it smells so good ..."

"Old John is probably cooking." Startled by the sudden female voice, Jiang Ning looked up, only to find that Annie and Abby, who came down from the second floor, moved their noses. Annie took three steps and two steps. Walking down the steps, "It's so fragrant, I don't know what he's cooking."

"We are going to find him." For Annie, Jiang Ning still has a relationship with the previous level, so even if he had a bad fight with Abby before, he did not hide his and Yan Sen's discovery, "Lin Wei's The portrait appeared, on the same wall as the painting in the dining room."

Looking at each other, Annie obviously didn't expect their dead teammate to reappear in this way. Seeing the same blank look on Abby's face, Jiang Ning knew that the other party had never encountered such a situation before.

"So will we die after being painted by that woman?" Concerned about the poor sound insulation in the corridor, Abby's voice was also much lower, "We have no way to escape this kind of bug-like killing method."

"Lin Wei died before he was painted into the painting, and the paint was mixed with blood," Yan Sen gave the other party a very straight man's comfort, "so Song Yanhua's methods are not so Mysterious, there is no need for us to mess ourselves up now."

You said it lightly, but Lin Wei still died quietly?

Feeling depressed, Abby grabbed the handrail of the stairs and looked at Yan Sen: "I want to see the painting first, and then we will go find the housekeeper together."

"You can do whatever you want." Taking Jiang Ning to make way for the two "ladies", Yan Sen actually doesn't care about forming a team or not. Anyway, no matter how many people are in the team, all Yan Sen cares about is Jiang Ning and himself.

The behavior of the young man who took the initiative to inform the other party of the known clues proved that Jiang Ning did not take the friction in the morning to heart. Therefore, after Abby asked to go with him, Yan Sen answered on behalf of the two.

Sandwiched between new friends and old friends, Annie's situation was also very awkward. Seeing that the two parties finally reached a reconciliation, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they turned back to the dining room again, the few people did not linger on the painting for too long. By the time the four people who did not find John in the servant's room followed the smell all the way to the kitchen, the aroma there was already strong enough to make people salivate. .

The faint blue flames jumped happily in the small kitchen, and there was thick soup bubbling and bubbling in the bucket-sized iron pot. Old John, whom they had been looking for for a long time, was wearing an apron and holding a An oversized ladle stirs the iron pot constantly.

On the chopping board next to him, there was a bone chopping knife specially used to process ribs and other ingredients.

"Why are the guests here?" Hearing the footsteps behind him, Old John, who was busy in the kitchen, turned his head, his face was reddened by the steam, and he looked a little funny, "It's because I'm hungry. Is it? Don't worry, dinner will be ready soon."

During dinner, looking at the bone protruding from the edge of the iron pot, Jiang Ning suddenly had a bold idea in his heart——

Those "rotten" skeletons outside the Guihua Museum were all boiled by the smiling old butler in front of him, right?

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