Dagami is seriously ill [Quick Transmigration]

Yang Chenchen rushed to the address on the business card. It was a mountain villa in the suburbs. Although the scenery was beautiful, he was not in the mood to see it any more, and went directly to Yan Zhang.

It was the security outside the door who brought him in, and it went very smoothly.

Only after he saw Yan Zhang did he realize that it was easy to come in, but not easy to get out, because Yan Zhang was conditional.

"It came pretty fast."

He was taken to a lawn by security guards, and saw Yan Zhang whom he had just met sitting under a parasol on the lawn, and he immediately walked forward.

"What is your purpose, and where is your appearance!" He only cares about the safety of his appearance now: "I have nothing. Why do you target me like this? Is there any benefit for you?"

"Of course there are benefits." Yan Zhi poured a cup of tea for him and motioned him to sit down with a smile on his face: "We can have a peaceful chat here first, and forget about the unpleasantness just now."

"I don't have time to play with you." Yang Chenchen stood aside expressionlessly, unmoved by Yan Zhang's nice voice: "Where is the beauty?"

"Young people, don't be so anxious. When you are anxious, now I will give you time to relax."

Yang Chenchen frowned: "Say what you want."

"I don't want anything, I just want to see how you treat my son and test you."

"Why do you think that his appearance is your son?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, if you want good looks, you must pass my test, otherwise I will leave here with good looks."

Yang Chenchen panicked and fixed his eyes on him: "Where are you going with your good looks!"

Yan Zhang said with a smile: "Yan Zhi is my son. When he is sick, it is natural to take him to see a doctor, but if you can complete my test, you can take Yan Zhi away, and I will let you have no worries for the rest of your life. How about it? do you accept?"

"accept."

Yan Zhang looked at Yang Chenchen and nodded without hesitation: "That's very good. Starting tomorrow, I will ask you to draw a hundred portraits of people with good looks. Body parts, eyes, and expressions must not be repeated. I will give you three days. , can it be done?"

Not to mention Yang Chenchen, this may be difficult for a high-level painter, but this is a challenge.

Yang Chenchen's expression was a bit strange. It was really difficult to draw 33 portraits of good-looking people, that is, he had to draw 24 portraits a day, and there were only [-] hours in a day. He didn't eat or drink, and he had to draw one or two portraits an hour.

But it's not impossible for him.

"it is good."

If he can take away his good looks like this, then he is willing, isn't it just a hundred, no matter what, he will not let anyone take away his good looks.

Yan Zhang looked at the person appreciatively: "Very well, then please invite Mr. Yang to temporarily stay in the villa for the next three days. I have prepared everything for you. Take a short rest today and start tomorrow."

"Live here?" Yang Chenchen frowned, he thought he could go back to the cabin, maybe he wouldn't be able to adapt so easily in a strange environment.

"Yes, Yan Zhi is also here." After Yan Zhang said this, he saw Yang Chenchen's eyes light up, and said with a smile: "Yan Zhi didn't know you were here, but he is very close to you, I hope you can complete it." My test for you, please prove to me that your appearance is the reason for your fearlessness, otherwise I will not hand over my son to you."

"Okay." Yang Chenchen observed the surrounding buildings, but he wondered where his appearance would be: "Tell me first, how is his appearance? Did you hurt him? He has hemophilia and cannot be injured."

The blood-stained glass worried him.

"He's fine, intact, trust me."

Yang Chenchen frowned: "Are you sure? Why is my family..."

"That was done on purpose by my bodyguards, just to let you get here as soon as possible, and you will be there soon." Yan Zhang called the aunt of the villa, and asked the aunt to take Yang Chenchen to the room: "Please invite Mr. Yang to go now." Rest, you can't come out of the room once you enter it, there will be everything you want in it, and someone will deliver the food to you."

Yang Chenchen is concerned about his appearance, and it doesn't matter what else, as long as he completes the job, he can return his appearance, which is the most important thing.

The room is on the second floor, the area is very large, the light is bright and the view is wide, and all the tools for painting are available.

"Is there anything else you can do for me, sir?"

Yang Chenchen looked at the woman behind him and shook his head: "No, you can leave."

"There are surveillance cameras in the room, and Mr. Yan will see your every move, so please be careful." The aunt said this before closing the door.

It wasn't until the door was closed that he raised his head and looked at the four corners of the surrounding walls. He didn't see any obvious cameras, which were most likely miniature cameras.

But it doesn't matter, he just came to paint, and there is nothing to expose.

Night fell gradually.

Originally, he wanted to rest directly, but he accidentally found a glass cabinet next to the bookcase, which contained many photos. It may be that the photos have turned yellow at some time, but they are still clear.

And attract the little master inside his picture.

The little boy was about four or five years old, sitting on the sofa with his eyes squinted with a smile, holding a wooden chopstick in his hand and was captured in a photo of dancing.

Wood chopsticks……

Wood chopsticks? !

He immediately opened the glass cabinet and took out the photo, turned to the back of the frame to try to find something, and sure enough, he saw a few words written on the back of the photo:

——The son's appearance is four years old.

There was a bang in the head.

The two figures finally merged into one.

He can see this wooden chopstick every day, because that little boy knocked on the glass with the chopsticks!

So the face value is that little boy, right?

Looks, looks, looks...

They are meant to be.

Appearance is his salvation, the one who gives him light when he is in the most pain.

The face after the surveillance was very curious about what Yang Chenchen was looking at. He looked very excited, and curiously zoomed in on the camera, and then saw the photo Yang Chenchen was holding in his hand, his eyes widened in shock.

Damn, wasn't that when he was a child?

The plot is okay, and the tools are so complete, even his photo.

His room is actually next door to Yang Chenchen, and he can see every move of Mr. Yang from the surveillance camera, but why is Yang Chenchen so excited looking at his photo?

How does this look like knowing yourself?

[Togo, Mr. Yang knows me? 】

[How do I know this, you don't know how to ask me? 】

【I thought you knew all about it. ] Touching his chin suspiciously, looking at the ecstatic appearance of Mr. Yang on the screen, he was a little puzzled.

How could he have met Mr. Yang? It's impossible.

[It is possible that you have seen it before but you have forgotten it, but you have a different meaning to Mr. Yang, so he remembers you. 】

This made Yan Zhi think of another question: [You said that many people saved Mr. Yang before but failed. Why did I succeed?How do I get the feeling this isn't just a rescue game? 】

Is Mr. Yang looking for someone, in other words, looking for him?

[Wow, it seems like this is possible, smart and good-looking. 】

Yan Zhi doesn't want to talk nonsense with others: [You have no use to go offline, don't bother me. 】

[It seems that you are looking forward to how Mr. Yang will draw these one hundred pictures. If you want to complete this task in such a short period of time, you really need to eat or drink, woo woo, it's so cruel, will Mr. Yang know? I will not eat or drink for you. 】

Yan Zhi's forehead twitched: [You didn't show up before, but now you just want to finish talking, right, isn't the system all very talkative? 】

[I am a human customer service, different, flesh and blood. 】

[Okay, let's go. 】

Yan Zhi felt that there was no sound in his head before continuing to look at the screen, only to see that Mr. Yang began to cry.

"..." What's the matter again.

Seeing this man crying while staring at the photo in his hand, I felt very uncomfortable, and by the way, I was thinking about what I did back then that made people miss me.

Quite possibly a big deal.

Otherwise, why would Mr. Yang be so sad.

The great thing about the high-definition camera is that the picture and sound are extremely clear, as if it is immersive.

Although there was no one in his room, he still put on his earphones silently.

After putting on the earphones, Mr. Yang's crying became more obvious. It was not sadness, but tears of joy.

I feel very uncomfortable.

What exactly happened to Mr. Yang that made people collapse like this? Although I don't know what I did before, but to be able to regard such a small him as hope must be really scary.

Distressed.

But the road to redemption is still long and heavy.

Then he caught a glimpse of a bloodstain on the corner of the photo, frowning and zooming in on the picture, he found that Yang Chenchen's hand was injured!

Why is there blood? !

Yang Chenchen put the photo on his chest and lay down on the bed to rest. He would have to get up and draw in a while. There was not much time, and he had to take away his appearance intact.

——Yang Chenchen, don't let us down.

He heard the voice in his head say: "I will succeed, you wait to leave."

- preferably.

The wound on the hand was treated quickly and then wrapped in gauze. This small wound is nothing, the most important thing is the appearance.

So in the following time, Yang Chenchen didn't waste a single minute, and wrote very quickly, as if he didn't need to think about it at all. One after another, the portraits of handsome characters were presented on the paper, very vivid, proficient and lifelike.

He is racing against time, and must beat the speed of time.

From the midnight of the night when he came into the villa, Yang Chenchen didn't rest for a minute.

Pencils were replaced one after another, and when they finally found that there were no more pencils to replace, they had to sharpen them by themselves.He is used to sharpening pencils with a knife, so he accidentally scratched his finger while sharpening the pencil, but he didn't have time to take care of it, so he quickly sharpened the pencils, he didn't have much time.

Naturally, Yan Zhi couldn't sleep either, he wanted to see how far Mr. Yang could sit for himself, it had been half a day, that is to say, twelve hours had passed since early morning and noon, and Yang Chenchen hadn't rested yet.In the middle of the trip, he couldn't bear to lie on the table and fell asleep for a while. When he got up, he found Mr. Yang sharpening the pencil.

When the person scratched his hand, he couldn't help but clenched his hand tightly, staring at the picture tightly with some worry.He still doesn't know why that hand was hurt, doesn't it hurt?

Can you hold on so hard?

His eyes fell on the paintings on the table beside him. He has already completed quite a few paintings, and the number of them is considerable when viewed through the screen, but for some reason, he feels that they are too cruel.

Yang Chenchen just sat there and kept drawing, even if someone brought food in, he was indifferent, as if he was alone in the world, focusing on his own affairs.

Yan Zhi was a little worried when he saw that people would not drink or eat, so he stood up and prepared to go out.

Someone was knocking on the door of my room, and my aunt came in.

"Little Mister, Mister told you to go downstairs for dinner."

Yan Zhi frowned: "I'm not hungry, oh yes, can I remind him to eat?"

That guy must have been so dazed in painting, what if he didn't rest and didn't even eat? It's only the first day, can he make it through three days?

"Mr. said that Mr. Yang cannot be disturbed."

Yan Zhi's face darkened, he didn't need to be so cruel if he wanted to find that old man.

It was because he knew Mr. Yang's stubborn urination that he was worried. It might really be that he didn't eat or drink for three days and finally... died.

He didn't want to see this scene.

Just when he was about to go out, the aunt suddenly pointed at the screen in shock: "It's amazing!"

Amazing?

As soon as Yan Zhi took a step, he saw the aunt's exaggerated expression, turned his head in doubt, and finally showed a shocked expression.

In the picture, Yang Chenchen set up two easels, moved the chair to the middle of the easels, and held the pencils in his left and right hands while drawing the bow.

The writing speed is still very fast, and the most frightening thing is that the two paintings are different!

On the white paper on the right, Yang Chenchen draws his facial outline first, and on the right side draws his body outline first.

Both he and his aunt were dumbfounded.

Then he saw Yang Chenchen switch the positions of the two paintings and finish the rest of the painting. He was lying on the table with his eyes closed, and the other one was stretching his body and yawning with his eyes open.The speed is almost at the same time, including every detail, and the quality of the portrait is very high, the expressions and shapes of the characters are lifelike, just like black and white photos.

I saw someone complete two paintings in less than an hour, and the speed was very fast. After the two paintings were completed, I could immediately enter the next two paintings.

Such unbelievableness really makes people dumbfounded.

Looking at the person's serious and focused appearance, I really couldn't help but praise in my heart:

His man couldn't be more handsome!

Shock is shocking, but people still have to eat and rest.

So he hurried to find Yan Zhang.

Then I saw Mr. Yan drinking tea leisurely downstairs.

Seeing someone going downstairs, Yan Zhang smiled and said, "I'm tired of staying up there, why don't you have a meal first?"

"Yang Chenchen can't eat or drink, can someone remind him to eat? And he has an injury on his hand—"

"Didn't I say that this is a test." Yan Daxie put down his teacup and looked at the person and said, "Since it is a test, shouldn't we wait for the result? Don't you wonder what Yang Chenchen can do for you?"

Yan Zhi shook his head: "I don't think it's interesting anymore."

Because he already knew.

Because of his willingness to accept such a test, Yang Chenchen could continue without eating or drinking, regardless of the wound on his hand, just to make Mr. Yan hand him over.

In addition, the previous relationship is enough to prove that Mr. Yang really likes him, and he is willing to give everything for him to change.

"How can it be boring? I know you are worried about him, but I can tell you that you really don't need to worry, because my test is not difficult for him, because his painting skills are recognized by many masters as excellent, It just depends on whether he can hold it back."

"Hold back what?" Yan Zhi asked suspiciously.

"Hold back the torment from hunger and mental torment. You should know that he suffers from mania. Generally, it is difficult for manic patients to endure such silence for a long time. Maybe he can sit still while painting. One day, but can he sit for two days, or even last until the third day? As far as I know, he can't." Yan Daxie continued: "If he can do his best to control his mental torture for you, I will I feel like I've achieved my goal."

Yan Zhi didn't speak.

Because Mr. Yan's words are correct, the personality in Mr. Yan's body may capture the mentally exhausted Yang Chenchen at any time. If the willpower is not strong enough, the body may soon be occupied by other personalities.

What if it happened.

He started to get a little nervous.

[Yan Zhi, don't be nervous, you should trust Mr. Yang, right?You should know in your heart how he treats you. Even if he was really paranoid and unscrupulous in the previous world, at least he is changing, and every world is improving.Now, if he can really control the other personalities under such mental pressure for a long time, I think you have succeeded, and the world can end. 】

Yes, he should trust Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang has been getting better in his eyes.

[How can we judge the end? 】

[When Mr. Yang is at his most vulnerable tonight, his other personalities will swarm out. As long as he can persevere and complete the test of Mr. Yan, he can overcome his personality and complete the task. 】

tonight?

The night is coming soon, like a war that is about to break out, and the crisis spreads in the silence.

Yan Zhi stared at the screen not daring to be distracted, and clasped his hands nervously, especially when he saw Yang Chenchen suddenly stop writing, his heartbeat seemed to slow down a beat.

In the next second, he saw Yang Chenchen fell from the chair and fell to the ground with his head lowered and covering his head. He immediately stood up and rushed to the door to open it.

When I turned the doorknob, I found that the door was locked!

"Fuck!!"

"what!!!"

Yan Zhi froze when he heard the roar from the speaker, and he turned his head slowly.

I saw Yang Chenchen, who was lying on the floor, pick up a pencil and pierce his palm, his pupils shrank suddenly: "Yang Chenchen!!!"

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