The hidden BOSS of the game is always showing affection

The naked man in the painting is covered with dark brown flower branches and roses.His eyes were closed tightly, and his hands were neatly folded on his chest, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.Because his face was also covered with roses, he couldn't see the face of the person in the painting clearly, but he could vaguely tell that it was a rather handsome young man.

Beside him, there is a book that does not fit the overall style, and a rose is also placed on the cover of the book, so the words on the cover are not visible.

The people and flowers in the painting are all lifelike, and Yu Jin seemed to see his chest rising and falling slightly due to his breathing for a moment.

Around his neck was a ring of soft vines, like a collar.Yu Jin couldn't help but raised his hand to loosen his necklace, for fear that it would suddenly close and make him lose his ability to breathe.

His fingertips suddenly hurt, and he didn't know when the leather ornaments on his neck turned into flower vines with thorns, like the ones seen on the person who died on the first day.

The necklace was just the right size, leaving some room so that his neck wouldn't come into direct contact with the thorns.

He withdrew his hand in time, found a tissue and put it around his neck.

The collar changed back again, as if everything was just a joke.

There was no response on the barrage for a while, so he guessed that only he could see the changes just now.

He stuffed the paper back into his pocket as if nothing had happened, and picked up the knife to pry the painting off the wall.

Unlike other paintings, this painting is particularly large, occupying the entire window, and is embedded in the wall instead of hanging outside.

He carefully pried the edge of the frame to prevent the painting from falling down suddenly.

[There are also paintings here, how did my brother find out? 】

[In short, it’s just that my younger brother is amazing. 】

[Who is drawing this picture? 】

[Is it still that faceless person? 】

[It seems to be quite handsome. 】

[Brother, be careful not to hurt your hand. 】

Yu Jin pried off the bottom two corners, and the painting became loose.He moved another chair, and stepped on the chair to pry the upper edge.

When the knife is drawn along the wall, several layers of wall dust are rubbed off.

Yu Jin blew on the ashes on the blade and coughed a few times.

He suddenly felt that someone was watching him.

The person who had closed his eyes tightly was slowly opening them, staring at him with that kind of silent and compassionate gaze.

An ominous premonition surged in Yu Jin's heart, and he quickly jumped off the chair.Before he could stand still, he saw the person in the painting fully opened his eyes, looking straight at him with a little dullness.

But this lack of focus in the eyes did not affect the speed of the painting falling downwards. It was almost the moment when Yu Jin's feet touched the ground, the whole painting fell down.

Yu Jin stumbled back a little, and was held by someone around the waist and walked back a few steps before avoiding the entire smashed oil painting.

The oil painting fell to the ground, making a crisp sound as the protective cover shattered.

A fragment of an oil painting fell to the ground on one side, revealing an eye and a small patch of facial skin.

"Are you okay?" Ding He stroked Yu Jin's hair, carefully observing his face, "Did you get hit?"

Yu Jin shook his head, pointed at the painting and said, "He's still moving."

Ding He looked in the direction of his finger.The front of the painting was pressed down, and they didn't know the current situation, but from their perspective, they could see the back of the frame shaking slightly, as if something that was originally pressed down was trying to get up.

"He came out." Yu Jin's voice was clear and cold, "From the painting."

From their vantage point, a humanoid creature can be seen struggling to crawl out from under the frame.His outstretched hand was as dry as a branch, and the skin was tightly attached to the bone, but there were a few roses blooming strangely on it, which were more vigorous than himself.

His posture is very strange. I don't know if he was injured in the spine, or he is used to crawling forward. His limbs are stuck to the ground, his back is slightly arched, and his slightly curved arms are stretched forward. The body moves forward a lot.

His upper body has already got out of the frame, and his head is slightly raised, revealing a face so thin that no facial features can be seen at all.

Yu Jin's palm has already prepared flames, ready to burn him to death when this monster pounces on him.

Ding He thought for a while, quickly picked up the oil painting, led Yu Jin and ran out of the studio, Shi Shiran closed the door.

The monster slammed into the door with a "poof", making a rhythmic and dull sound of hitting the wall.

Yu Jin stared at him with wide eyes: "If you don't kill him, he will come out."

"We are short of props now." Ding He blinked and showed a narrow smile, "And someone will take care of him."

Yu Jin understood.

Among other things, if this thing comes out and hits Qin Yang, he will definitely be hacked to death.

Sure enough, such a mechanical thing as killing monsters is better left to Qin Yang.

The monster that came out of the painting was temporarily unable to open the door due to uncoordinated limbs.Ding He winked at him and prepared to go upstairs with him.

Yu Jin nodded, walked two steps, frowned suddenly, let out a "hiss", a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and stood still while supporting his shoulder.

Ding He immediately reacted: "Are you sprained?"

Yu Jin put his arm around his neck, with half of his body weight on him: "It seems to be."

When he just jumped off the chair, he couldn't stand firmly, as if he had twisted his foot.

Ding He held his waist, helped him maintain his balance, and prevented him from sliding down: "Can I walk? If I can't, I will carry you on my back."

The barrage of the two live broadcast rooms flew together.

[What was that just now? It scared me to death. 】

[Which fairy said about the humanoid gecko, it really looks like it! 】

[I think this is a zombie, a blooming zombie! 】

[I won't say that I was frightened by the male god who suddenly appeared, aren't you in the collection room next to him, male god? 】

[Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... 】

【What happened to my brother's feet? 】

【This pose!This eye contact!so sweet! 】

If it was normal, Yu Jin would let Ding He carry him away by default.

But not now, there are thousands of viewers watching outside the screen.

He could only shake his head firmly, and even pushed Ding He: "Help me to find Gu Xincai."

As soon as he spoke, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"I'll help you sit down first, and I'll call him over later."

Ding He quietly pinched his waist, then smiled gently at the camera: "Can I inform Xiao Gu?"

Yu Jin's face tightened, his waist muscles tensed, his arms around his neck tightened a bit, his elbows strangled his neck forcefully, protesting silently.

A barrage of voices responded, and ran to Gu Xincai's live broadcast room to spread the word.

Ding He lowered his head slightly, rubbed his face against Yu Jin's arm that was resting on him, watched with satisfaction as he relieved the strength on his arm, and exhaled gently into his ear: "I'll help you to rest."

He didn't let go of the strength in his hands, so as to support the weight of Yu Jin's body, the temperature of his palms ironed the skin of Yu Jin's waist through the clothes.

Ding He coaxed Yu Jin to the sofa, half-dragged and half-hugged, half-kneeled in front of him, rolled up his sleeves a little, as if he was about to get started: "Shall I help you first?"

Yu Jin resolutely refused, and firmly asked him to change his perspective.

Ding He didn't force himself, and sat down beside him with a smile.

"Why are you here?"

"Passing by." Ding He said calmly, "I was in the room next to yours. When I passed by, I found the door was open, so I walked in."

It looks like it's made up.

Ding He pointed to the barrage screen again, and said sincerely: "And I saw someone said that you have a problem, so let's take a look."

He thinks that barrage is particularly useful, it is simply a monitor plus a communicator.

This kind of thing allows him to have an omniscient perspective similar to that of the owner of an old castle.

"What did you see?"

"Specimen." Ding He's lips curled into a somewhat ambiguous smile, "There are plants and animals, and they should all be made by the owner of this castle. They were made successfully, but it doesn't mean that they can't be seen to be dead. It's that those things are as beautiful when they're dead as when they're alive."

His eyes were bright, and his voice was a little cheerful: "There are still some notes. I think what he wants to study is how to make a human specimen. These are just attempts. But I can see that he is in pain."

Yu Jin silently watched him finish speaking, and said, "You look like a pervert when you laugh."

Ding He froze for a moment, looked at him in surprise, touched the corner of his mouth hesitantly: "Really?"

Yu Jin nodded, looking at him quietly with dark eyes, occasionally glancing at the barrage.

He felt that Ding He's expression just now was obviously the expression of finding the same kind.

[How did my brother say it? 】

[My silly brother, how can you say such things in person. 】

Ding He pondered for a moment, then asked him: "Do you know the saying that like attracts like and divides like?"

With his hands on the sofa, he leaned forward a little, pretending to be serious and said: "Perverts are always surrounded by perverts."

Of course, there was a smile that couldn't be hidden in the voice.

Yu Jin: ...

Does this mean that he is also a pervert?

Yu Jin strongly disagrees with this.

"Actually, my views are different from his. I don't quite understand why he likes such cold things. I still like to live." Ding He leaned on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, and said calmly.

Yu Jin answered for him: "Because he can't get it."

This is the story of the castle's past.

Yu Jin finished exchanging his information with him, but Gu Xincai still couldn't wait.

The bullet screen was hurriedly swiped.

[There seems to be a noise over there. 】

【Xiao Gu and the others seem to be in conflict with Qin Yang and the others. 】