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Except for being at a loss when facing Yan Sen's closeness, Jiang Ning was still calm most of the time. Now when he turned his head and saw such a terrifying scene, he didn't scream, but just blinked slowly twice Eye.

The little boy and the head were indeed very scary, but considering that the little boy had never hurt himself from the beginning to the end, Jiang Ning just opened his mouth silently and called out: "Lele."

As if he hadn't experienced such kindness from an outsider for a long time, the expression on the little boy's face softened a little, but his gaze towards Yan Sen was still full of vigilance.

Not knowing what the other party wanted to do, Jiang Ning could only stay away from the quiet-looking head calmly, but he was already very close to Yan Sen, and this retreat was even more immediate. Into each other's arms.

The beauty took the initiative to throw herself into her arms, and Yan Sen immediately put on a smile. At this time, the four people and two ghosts in the bedroom were extremely quiet, and only the sound of Song Yanhua playing with brushes and drawing paper could be heard in the room.

I don't know where the little boy is going to help this time, and Jiang Ning and the two dare not act rashly. Although the relationship between the mother and child does not look good, blood is thicker than water, and Lele seems to care about him very much mother.

As a result, the two ghosts lying under the bed played the boring "stare and stare" directly at this critical moment, but Annie, who was tied to the carpet, was not willing to die like this, and turned around. Rolling his eyes, he suddenly said gossip: "I said, what's going on with your husband and son?"

He deliberately used the original voice of a male voice. Song Yanhua was already very irritable because she misidentified the model's gender, and now she is too lazy to talk to Annie.

But who is Anne?After a few checkpoints, there was nothing he didn't dare to say. Seeing that he had no hope of escaping, he had no scruples when he spoke.

"I heard Lele mention the beautiful auntie and new sister." Putting on a shrill female voice, Annie looked up at the huge portrait on the bedside, "Such a handsome husband, he probably cheated on you behind his back Bar?"

With a pause of the pen tip, a trace of incongruity bloomed on the drawing paper. She lowered her head to look at the pretty and lively "girl" on the ground. The bitch she killed.

She also believed in the so-called love in her early years. She married that man happily and gave birth to a son for him, but what about that heartbroken man?He was actually not satisfied, and took her money to support other women!

Because the painting method accidentally turned from an ancient book is too weird, Song Yanhua likes to lock herself in the studio when she was creating. Heaps of scrap.

It was also during the time when she was in retreat in the studio and was obsessed with creation, the couple hooked up secretly. When Song Yanhua came back to her senses, that bitch already had a two-month-old daughter. .

How could Song Yanhua, who came from a wealthy family, was beautiful, and was well-known in the painting world, who was admired by people around her since she was born, could bear this tone?But she had a good face and didn't want outsiders to see the joke of her "being cheated on", so Song Yanhua took the mother and daughter home with a good voice, and asked for the four of them in the name of an epidemic. life.

It was also after this incident that she disappeared, hiding in this villa surrounded by innocent souls and killing people.

Obviously it was already 20 years ago, but Song Yanhua still remembers it vividly when she thinks about it now. She sneered and made up for the mistakes in the painting, and then said slowly: "You know so much, and you know how they died Is it?"

"Pandemic?" Knowing that things couldn't be that simple, Annie continued to follow the other party's wishes. In the current isolated and helpless situation, the longer he waited, the more likely he would wait for a turnaround.

Remembering that this matter is like an urban ghost story in the background of the level, Annie did not forget to add: "That's what the newspapers say."

"They were drawn into the painting by me," Song Yanhua used the paintbrush to nod at Annie without showing any signs, "It's just like you now."

"Actually, there is nothing to be afraid of, it's just that the soul is trapped in the painting and cannot be reborn forever." Song Yanhua glanced at the dagger in her hand, and her soft voice was like a ghost, "This is also another kind of eternal life. Isn't it?"

"And what you have to pay is for me to cut open your body with a knife and take out a little bit of blood from your eyes and heart."

What the hell, wanting to draw this picture well, you still have to gouge out your heart and eyes?There was a layer of cold sweat on her back, and Annie, who clearly remembered that she had signed the "[-]% realistic" consent form, felt that her road ahead was dark.

But at this moment, Annie, who was flustered because she was going to have her heart gouged out, suddenly saw a hand sticking out from under the bed.

Perhaps because she didn't want to see the two paintings by the bed, Song Yanhua turned her back to the bed when she was painting, but Annie, who was the "model", could just see all the movements around the big bed.

The outstretched hand was slender and fair, and there was a gorgeous red rope tied around the wrist. She instantly recognized that the person hiding under the bed was Jiang Ning, and Annie finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Fearing that Song Yanhua would find out that something was wrong, Annie desperately fantasized about her ugly death to maintain the fear on her face, glanced under the bed from the corner of her eye, and found that the hand slightly pushed forward, and then made a bending movement.

"That's the expression." Covered by the easel, Song Yanhua didn't notice Annie's mistake. She carefully scribbled and drew on the drawing paper, and still commented with satisfaction, "Little girl is fresh, of course not. Draw when you are as stiff as your companion."

"Little girl" Annie: "...I am a man."

Shutting up abruptly, an angry look flashed across Song Yanhua's brows. She had been aloof all her life, so how could she endure the successive provocations of a prey.

Holding the paintbrush in her hand, the woman in an apron walked up to Anne and knelt down: "Mr. Lin, do you want to know how that 'beautiful aunt' died?"

"I asked John to saw off her head, and then I found a way to stuff it into the ball I gave to Lele," Song Yanhua said without changing her face, and Song Yanhua tightened her fingers on Annie's neck little by little. , "Children are full of energy and can have fun with multiple balls."

"Mr. Lin... Do you want to try it yourself?"

It's now!

Seeing that Annie was about to die under Song Yanhua's hands, Jiang Ning and Yan Sen, who had no time to delay with the little boy, immediately turned over from under the bed, snatched the dagger next to the easel immediately, and Yan Sen did not hesitate to put the gun in his mouth. Pressing against the back of Song Yanhua's head: "Let go."

A series of movements were neat and smooth, Jiang Ning looked at the other party and secretly whistled in his heart.

Things happened too fast, and Song Yanhua, who was immersed in anger, was restrained before she could react. However, as a ruthless person who had hundreds of lives under her command and dared to kill her own husband and son, Song Yanhua He didn't panic, and even raised his hands very cooperatively.

Annie, who was dizzy and almost suffocated, immediately coughed loudly, not wanting to provoke Old John, so Jiang Ning had to "cruelly" cover Annie's mouth while taking the dagger thrown by Yan Sen and untying him.

I don't think a level boss would simply admit defeat like this. Yan Sen was always on guard against Song Yanhua's changes, but the other party not only did not fight back, but even murmured regretfully: "It seems that you are not willing to provide me with inspiration. ..."

As soon as the paintbrush in hand was moved, a human head with loose long hair rushed out from the bottom of the European-style bed. It was different from the calm and harmless one when it was in the boy's hands. It looked like he was about to swallow a few people alive.

With long eyes flashing across the back of the human head, Yan Sen relentlessly picked up Song Yanhua as a shield. Unexpectedly, Yan Sen, who is stable and reliable on weekdays, would be so cruel. Annie opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Eyes: "Damn!"

Anyway, Song Yanhua is also two of the "old, weak, sick, women and children". Yan Sen is really not afraid of being slammed by some keyboard warriors who stand on the high ground of morality in the live broadcast room.

But no matter what, Yan Sen's move was obviously very effective. With Song Yanhua standing in front of them, the head could only hover in the air, grinning and turning around.

"I don't need to kill you," Yan Sen said coldly, pointing the gun at Song Yanhua's temple, "tell us how to get out."

"Get out?" With a sneer, Song Yanhua suddenly lowered her eyebrows and greeted the bottom of the bed, "Lele, why don't you hurry up and save mom?"

The wind suddenly blew up the entire bed sheet, and the little boy who had been lying under the bed sprang out quickly, and even the chandelier above their heads burst with a "snap".

The darkness struck, the shattered glass crashed down, and then turned into sharp weapons in the darkness. The position Yan Sen was standing happened to be under the chandelier. In this way, he must let go of the glass in his hand for self-protection. Song Yanhua.

The neck was bent at a weird angle, and the man barely avoided all the deadly glass shards. The environment where he couldn't see his fingers was already very disadvantageous to the player. Jiang Ning jumped back based on his memory, and slammed the window that blocked the moonlight away. Heavy curtains.

The moonlight was desolate, and it seemed that even the white mist had thickened a lot. Jiang Ning stared at the little boy standing shoulder to shoulder with the head, and heard a "sorry" like a mosquito in a trance.

On the other side, Song Yanhua, who ran to the easel in disorder, grabbed all the paintbrushes, held them in a weird way and made a gesture of evocation.

"Om-"

The portrait of Song Yanhua's husband in front of him suddenly shook violently, and in the blink of an eye, a cold white shadow with dull eyes floated down from the painting.

At the same time, all the portraits in the Guihua Museum began to shake crazily in a place that Jiangning and the others couldn't see.

As the zero o'clock approached, Yan Sen, who was sure that the bullet would refresh in five seconds, raised his arm and pulled the trigger on Song Yanhua's forehead without blinking——

"boom!"

The gorgeous and moving silvery-white tail light almost dazzled the eyes of everyone under the moonlight.

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Song Yanhua: Guess I'm dead?