After the global recovery I crossed

At the moment when Renault's fingers were about to touch the dice, there was a noise outside, and a person holding a huge wooden board staggered in.

It was a weird guy dressed classically. His top was a court coat with folds and lace, and his lower body was tight pants and high-heeled boots that few people wear nowadays.

He has a handsome face with French characteristics, and the mustache on his upper lip has a romantic and uninhibited atmosphere.His expression was a bit haggard, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a long time, but what contradicted him was his passionate spirit and radiant eyes.

He looked around, almost dancing, and the huge wooden board he was holding almost hit the team members on one side.

"Sir, is there anything we can do for you?"

The gentleman froze for a moment, and shouted angrily, "God, you bastards, don't you even know me?"

"Ask, noble people of high society, who doesn't know me—Eugen, a painter who has recently become famous!"

"Well, you poor people who can't make it into the upper circles, don't look at me like that, don't you know now? You can even admire my noble paintings today."

The painter——Reynolds's heart moved, and he temporarily stopped what he was doing.

He thought of what Master Louis said to him, [these days, carnivorous banquet, painter].

He was going to inquire about a certain painter who had recently become famous in the aristocratic circle, but he did not expect that he himself would come to his door.

"Mr. Eugen, did the Duke ask you to paint for our guard?"

Eugen raised his head, turned his eyes around, then strode to Renault's desk, and put the wooden board in his hand, no, the drawing board on the table.

"How is it possible—I mean, I still obey the Duke's orders, but how can it be possible to paint for you."

He took out the paintbrush and painting plate from the bag he carried with him: "I feel it! Just like the painting that made me famous at the beginning, my inspiration is gushing out!"

He looked at Renault, and his tone was completely excited: "I know I missed a feast! It is an incomparably beautiful picture! But this police officer, you must know it, tell me what you saw today!"

"Tell me quickly, I need inspiration! My genius mind needs your help, Officer, this must be a painting handed down from generation to generation!"

He stared into Renault's eyes, and kept waving his hands on the drawing board.

Renault propped his elbows on the table and leaned out to look at the artist's painting.Renault didn't say anything, but the artist seemed to have dug into Renault's brain and knew everything.

With a few simple strokes, the painter outlined the dim sunlight and the outline of the manor. It has to be said that his technique is very good.

Renault frowned and asked, "I don't think you need my help, you just saw everything at Viscount Salian's mansion?"

The artist drew the headless corpse of the captain.

The painter's lips trembled, but his fingers held the pen firmly. He said, "No, no, no, you don't understand. This is an inspiration from God!"

"What god?"

"Of course the god of industry!" The painter raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly, and was a little gloomy, "The moment I saw you, my mind was full of voices, and they were telling me what you have experienced, officer, ah , why I wasn't there, why didn't I show my talent to that beautiful lady immediately!"

beautiful lady-

Reynolds watched the painter carefully paint the blonde hair and long skirt of the Viscountess Salian.

Amidst the painter's rapid breathing, he suddenly let out a strange cry, and then bit his wrist extremely fast.

Under Lei Nuo's shocked gaze, he raised his wrist and smeared heavily on the lady's abdomen.

An indescribable mass of flesh and blood replaced the lady's abdomen.

"Oh oh oh!" the painter howled excitedly, "how great and beautiful! No one in the world deserves to witness this dreamlike gesture!"

He pressed his lips to the pool of blood, sucking his mouth frantically.

Saliva flowed unscrupulously onto his collar, and everyone in the stronghold was dumbfounded.

Renault quietly pressed the gun on his waist.

He didn't think it was the eccentricity of the so-called artist, his intuition told him that the painter had mental problems.

But soon, the painter's expression changed, and his eyes became gentle and nostalgic.

He murmured, "Oh God, I would kiss his toes, I would lie down under his flesh."

The voice that made the skin crawl all over the ground echoed faintly, and Renault endured nausea and looked at the screen.

His eyes were wide open, his heart was beating violently.

In the whole painting, besides the headless corpse, the beautiful woman, and the standing team members, there should be a boy.

But the artist did not paint the boy in short-sleeved cropped pants beside his wife.

He drew an adult.

Brilliant, arrogant, great—

Adults seem to have turned their heads in the painting——

Before Renault could distinguish carefully what the painter wanted to express with his superb skills, all the pictures were covered by the canvas.

The painter hugged the drawing board vigilantly and shouted: "This is dedicated to that lady and existence!"

He was thinking: "How can I meet them, ah yes, the banquet, I will dedicate my life to them at the banquet, and become one with them..."

He was in pain again: "Why, the banquet is not today and tomorrow!"

He turned around and was about to leave, but Renault quickly grabbed him.

At this moment, Renault's elbow brought the dice on the table, and the dice jumped to his palm at a strange angle.

Renault heard a voice ringing in his ear.

[Hi, I am the Keeper.Congratulations on joining the limited edition game of God created by God of Industry. ]

[Your character card has been established according to the existing situation, and your profession is a policeman. ]

[You have just witnessed a painter who has recently become famous, and you are greatly interested in what he said about the banquet. ]

[Would you like to start an investigation—the Dirty Feast welcomes you. ]

-

Lin Xingtao returned to his own or Louis' room, which was at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

The breath of fire and blood cannot come here, and everything here is in line with the tranquility and sweetness before going to bed.

Lin Xingtao ran his fingers across the golden nameplate hanging on the door - Louis Salien de Lorraine.

Lucas's room was next to his, and Audrey's was across the street.

The maid went to prepare the washing utensils, and he opened the door alone.

The light is dimly lit. This is a very warm room. There are rotating wooden toys hanging above the head, as if you can see the children in the past lying on the soft bed and playing with the toys.

The furniture inlaid with gold wire and the ubiquitous fine decorations show the love of the owner of the Viscount Mansion for the young master.

Lin Xingtao stepped on the fluffy carpet and walked to the writing desk.There are exquisite paintings on the table.

In the painting are the Viscount Salian's family.The Viscount, the Viscountess, Audrey, Lucas and Louis, and even the big dog Rose.

Lin Xingtao noticed the appearance of the Viscount in the painting. Although the painting was not very clear, he could still see the Viscount's blond hair, green eyes and gentle smile.

By the way, there is only the wife in the Viscount's mansion, where is the Viscount?

The door opened, and the maid Catherine came in carrying a basin.

Lin Xingtao tried to sigh: "I miss my father a little bit."

While wringing out the towel, the maid said pitifully, "Don't worry, young master. I will tell my wife and ask the viscount to come and see you."

After twisting the towel, she knelt down, walked forward on the carpet, and crawled in front of Lin Xingtao.

She gently wiped the blood on Lin Xingtao's body with a towel.Those places that have been soothed by the towel are white and full of vitality.

Seeing Lin Xingtao touching his neck, the maid smiled and said, "Master, there is no scar at all."

She stared at it for a while, then suddenly murmured: "It's so beautiful."

So Lin Xingtao looked into the maid's eyes, and he saw a child's face that was more beautiful than before - a fair face that could be described as exquisite, and his facial features were finally no longer inferior to those of his wife and Lucas. Unique childish pride.

But how should I put it, Lin Xingtao felt that not only did he look better, but he even—

grown up.

He looked at his body wrapped in the towel.

Young and alive, he was indeed thriving - just like the thing in the lady's belly.

In other words, is the lady pregnant, and what is she pregnant with?

Louis is not the wife's biological child, and he has no blood relationship with the child in the wife's womb, but at the moment when the wife sucked blood, Lin Xingtao felt that he was connected by blood with the unrelated thing.

It terrified him.

What made him even more horrified was that the eyes of the maid kneeling in front of him burst out with fascination.

"Master, do you need me to prepare some delicious supper for you?"

The maid was breathing carefully, and she fiddled with her thick hair.

There was an eerie, sweet scent emanating from her lips and teeth, a bit like the lady's, but more primitive and wild.

She caressed her chest through the pus-stained clothing, where love and longing throbbed wildly.

She's the ghoul who says "I adore you, I long for you."

—— Gan, what's the matter?

Lin Xingtao looked at her calmly.

There was a temptation to open and close at the corner of her mouth, and sweet happiness emerged from her clothes——

"Would you like me to please you?"

Lin Xingtao broke into a cold sweat.Let me go, I'm just a child!

But under the longing eyes of the maid, he pretended to be very calm and played with the maid's hair with his fingers.

He leaned against the writing table, and the maid obediently followed his fingers to breathe.

"Is this the surprise Mommy said?" he asked.

The maid shuddered and shook her head.

"Mom's surprise comes first." He let go of his hand and sat on the edge of the bed. "Go and pull my sister over."

The maid nodded, slowly got up from the carpet, and then disappeared between the doors.

Lin Xingtao couldn't tell whether the maid wanted him to eat her or something else.

Lin Xingtao is not a ghoul!

He put on the pajamas next to the bed, thinking about the next thing.

The day after tomorrow is the banquet, and he will use tomorrow to understand the world.

There was a "squeak" sound from the door, and his sister Audrey was led in like a dog.

She still looks like a ghoul, only very quiet now.

But it doesn't look like he's regaining his sanity either.

She obediently lay down beside the bed and put away her fangs.

The maid smiled coquettishly outside the door: "Miss Audrey, please put my brother to sleep."

"Good night, Master Louis."

Lin Xingtao fell into the warm embrace of the bed and pillows, and occasionally a few crisp birdsong could be heard in the silent Viscount's mansion.

The author has something to say: There are tens of thousands of roads for safety, the first is irregular driving, two lines of tears for loved ones-safety driving warning on Valentine's Day.

But what does this have to do with me and Lin Xingtao?

No cp is awesome, applause.