Tick tock, tick tock.
"Where's my painting, where's my painting... I feel it, I feel it." The monster dragged its legs and groped around, its abdomen wide open, and Xia Qimiao couldn't bear to look at what was flowing out of it.
Obviously her stepson had come in just now, but now she and the weird thing were the only ones left in the room.
The strange thing changed its direction and was about to touch her. Xia Qimiao felt a chill hit her heart from her tailbone.
"Your painting is above your head."
When the strange creature heard the sound, it paused and raised its head. A pale face was revealed between the hair, and there were only two holes where the eyes were.
In a flash of lightning, Xia Qimiao figured it out.
Neither the newspapers nor the stepson mentioned that Lin Jiangdan dug out her eyes before she died, which means that her eyes were normal when her body was first discovered.
Someone gouged out her eyes after she died and were afraid that they would be exposed and steal her body, so the coffin was empty.
"I can't see, I can't see, I can't see, I can't see. Where is my painting? Where is my painting..."
The fact that this strange creature responded correctly to her words meant that it could understand human speech, in other words, it had some remaining sanity.
"Be my tenant."
[Skill-Negotiation (S) fails to be used. Guilou follows the principle of voluntariness. A contract will only appear if the other party is willing. You cannot use game skills or props to force it~]
Seeing the system prompt, Xia Qimiao clicked her tongue, looked at the strange thing that lowered its head to look for the painting, and changed its face.
"Let me introduce myself. I am the owner of the 33rd Guile Building of Happy Home." She smiled kindly and her voice became softer. "The service tenet of Happy Home is to make every resident feel happiness and joy. If you are willing to become If you are my tenant, then I am willing to work hard for you to find your painting."
"Paint, paint, paint..." It suddenly raised its head again, its empty eyes facing Xia Qimiao, which made the latter's hair stand on end, but the smile on her face did not change, and even the curvature of the corners of her mouth did not decrease.
"Yes, as long as you are willing." Her tone was very determined, as if she could immediately put the painting in front of it as long as it agreed.
Contracts appear out of thin air.
As if it felt something in its heart, it raised its blood-stained hand and waved it. The signing was successful, and three lines of words appeared on its head.
[Class C][Lin Jiangdan][32 years old]
[Status: Madness][Sanity: 40 (decreasing)][Favorability: 20 (under severe fluctuations)][No intention to attack (unstable)]
[Talent: Purist (she is a white canvas that will not be dyed with other people's colors)]
Another seemingly useless talent.
"Happy transaction. You live in 202. The rent is one thousand yuan per month. It will be collected on the first day. Please prepare in advance."
Xia Qimiao looked at the item of attack intention and knew that he had to act quickly, otherwise nothing would become something.
The villa was designed specifically for painters, so the studio space was extra large and the ceiling was very high, making it impractical to climb up and get the paintings down.
She took out a hook as big as a palm and threw it towards the ceiling.
[Props-A-level fishing line hook]
Description: When it is thrown, there is an 80% chance that it will hook something in your field of vision, but whether you can pull it back depends on your own ability.
Rating: Never Air Force! (From the well-known Diaogui Lao with the surname T)
The fishing line was said to be a thread, but it was actually a rope as thick as a thumb. Xia Qimiao was not worried that it would cut herself if it was too thin, so she wrapped it around her arm and pulled hard, but the painting did not move at all.
[Your attack value is insufficient, please try again. 】
As a last resort, Xia Qimiao could only look directly at the strange figure in the painting. Suddenly she felt her left ear itching. She touched it with her free left hand, but she didn't touch her ear. Instead, she touched a cold hand.
In an instant, she thought of 504 and that strange thing with hands on top and bottom.
[Talent - Coward takes effect, your attack value is rising sharply. 】
With a "bang", the painting was pulled to the ground, and blood spattered all over Xia Qimiao's lower body.
Immediately, a figure jumped out from behind her and lay directly on the painting - Lin Jiangdan had just walked around behind her without knowing when, and his hand was hers.
Xia Qimiao didn't care about this and quickly touched both ears. They were still there, not her hands.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Jiangdan's current state has become troubled, his sanity has increased to 60, his favorability has increased to 40, and the instability behind his attack intention has disappeared.
She no longer just kept repeating those few words on a cassette tape, and her voice became much clearer: "Master, I can't see, can you help me?"
How can I help? Can I pluck out my eyes and give them to you? Xia Qimiao was startled by her own thoughts. She was afraid that Lin Jiangdan thought the same way, so she quickly brainstormed ways to think of a solution.
Ask her who took her eyes? No, she was already dead at that time, so I don’t know.
"Can you feel where your eyes are?"
"It's right in my eye socket. It's so strange. It's obviously here, but I can't see anything."
No, your eyes are empty...wait.
Xia Qimiao had a flash of inspiration and looked at the painting. It was obvious that the side of the portrait had fallen toward the floor, but it was still facing up. The portrait was facing Lin Jiangdan, and its outline was very similar to hers.
"Can you touch the long hole that was cut by the knife on the painting? Put your hand in." She directed Lin Jiangdan. She couldn't do it herself, and she wouldn't do it by herself even if she died.
"Ah, my eyes." Sure enough, Lin Jiangdan took out two round things.
Xia Qimiao immediately looked away, thinking about the reason why the murderer hid his eyes here.
Yes, murderer, someone is obviously planning all this.
"It's really bad." Lin Jiangdan stood up after fixing her eyes. She pushed her long hair back and exposed her face. If you ignore the blood on her face, she looks like a normal person at first glance.
"What?"
"My last painting was really bad."
As her voice fell, the studio became brighter.
I don't know who opened the curtains, but it was already dark outside the window. There was a lamp on the ceiling, which was now casting a warm yellow light.
"Ah, you finally opened your eyes. You were muttering and dancing with your eyes closed, but it didn't work for so long." The stepson smiled sarcastically, and when his eyes moved behind Xia Qimiao, his smile suddenly Solidified.
"Lin, Lin..." He stuttered, unable to even call him a complete name. When he saw the blood all over his body, he subconsciously took a step back.
"Good evening, Mr. Deng." Lin Jiangdan was more generous than him. When he lowered his head to cover up his embarrassed posture, he was covered with his coat.
She looked up and saw the landlord smiling at her.
Xia Qimiao, who had wanted to do this for a long time, said that she was in a good mood and out of sight was out of mind. As long as she couldn't see it, there would be no blood.
"Good evening," the stepson was finally able to speak normally, "You have come back for revenge, right? I will help you. Who killed you?"
"I think I committed suicide," Lin Jiangdan said, and she paused. "It's not entirely true. After all, people who commit suicide cannot become monsters after death."
"Oh no, this part is not for Mr. Deng to know. I wish you a peaceful sleep in the future." She reached out and touched her stepson's head, and he immediately disappeared into the room.
Xia Qimiao's pupils were shaking: What did she just see? The dungeon boss instantly killed an NPC?
At the same time, someone opened his eyes on the bed: "What did I dream about? Why can't I remember..."
