"Mr. An," Tang Shirou's voice was small and soft. If you listened carefully, it seemed to be trembling and she sounded extremely frightened. "Is this painting...is there really nothing wrong with this painting?"
She looked at An Xuan as if asking for help. This very gentlemanly man was her only support in this strange and weird world, at least that's what she thought.
I went to see Master Huang, and when I came back, there was an extra painting in their room.
The painting was hung in an inconspicuous position, so no one noticed it at first. In the end, Youqi, who was still lying on the bed with his eyes squinting to rest, realized something was wrong first and jumped up.
Because from his point of view, there was a vase in the previous position.
"You...are you sure?" Qin Jian asked immediately. Wearing a black burial suit, he was more panicked than anyone else.
Although An Xuan assured him that there should be no problem, after all, it was him who had the problem, not An Xuan. In nightmares, guarantees were the most useless thing besides kindness.
"Sure." With his eyes widened, Youqi swallowed a few times. Judging from his nervous look, it really didn't look like he was joking, and there was no place for joking here.
Oops......
I just met Mr. Huang and encountered such a thing. If I said there was no problem, I would be lying to myself.
An Xuan narrowed his eyes, knowing that people like him were probably being targeted.
What he wanted to find out most now was whether there was an extra painting in only his room or whether there was an extra painting in everyone's room.
This is important.
The painting shows a dancing beauty in a bright red costume, with light steps, twirling orchids in her hands, slender jade fingers, and a plain white neck. Her beautiful curves are faintly exposed under the costume.
The painter has profound skills. Even if the beauty in the painting only shows a small part of her face, the implicit charm overflows from the painting.
"An...Mr. An?" Tang Shirou seemed to be extremely frightened, her voice trembling slightly.
An Xuan managed his expression very well. After he turned his attention to Tang Shirou, in the latter's eyes, An Xuan still had a faint smile on his face, as if nothing in the world could make him feel nervous.
For a moment, Tang Shirou actually felt less panicked.
"Don't worry, Miss Tang." An Xuan smiled, "It's just a picture of an actress. Butler Zhou probably sent someone to get it after we left. There should be clues on it."
After hearing the word "clue", Tang Shirou seemed to have regained her interest in painting. Although she was still a little scared, what was this fear compared to leaving here as soon as possible?
When she observed the painting carefully, her Mr. An had already controlled his gaze away from the painting.
The same goes for Qin Jian and You Qi.
They were just looking at it out of the corner of their eye.
Painting, and Tang Shirou who focuses on painting.
Tang Shirou was the last person in the room to notice the painting, but she was also the one who looked at it for the longest time and was most interested.
Tang Shirou looked at it and suddenly felt that the woman's face in the painting seemed to be slightly tilted towards her. She closed her eyes and shook her head a few times. When she looked again, there was nothing there.
The scene just now seemed like an illusion.
"Ms. Tang." Qin Jian's dry voice sounded, "Have you seen any clues?"
"Not yet." Tang Shirou was still staring at the painting. The bright red costume was dazzling, but the more she looked at it, the more familiar and even yearning emotions were mixed with it.
Even she herself didn't know the source of this feeling, it seemed to be rooted in her heart.
"Then take a closer look." Qin Jian's voice sounded vaguely, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
Just when Tang Shirou squinted her eyes and wanted to get closer to see more clearly, a sudden knock on the door interrupted everything, "Bang, bang, bang!"
The visitor was very rude and the door panel was smacked very loudly.
Tang Shirou stared at the door in confusion as if she was just waking up from a dream. After a long while, she came back to her senses. No matter how stupid she was, she realized at this moment that this painting... I am afraid there is more than just a clue. So simple.
After the door opened, standing outside was the middle-aged woman from before.
The woman who still had a dead face said in a mechanical voice: "After checking the pulse today, the young master took the medicine according to the prescription you prescribed, and the effect was very fast. In order to thank the doctors, the young master would like to invite you to participate in his arrangement tonight. A play."
After a pause, the middle-aged woman said again: "Tonight."
"Acting?" You Qi, who was already tall and thick, felt the back of his neck thicken after hearing this. After a long while, he held back a sentence: "Is it true?"
"How can we, a group of doctors, know how to act?" Qin Jian hurriedly shied away, his expression even worse than Youqi's, "Surgery... There are specialties in surgery, so we won't bother Young Master Huang and let him sing by himself. Enough."
The middle-aged woman stared at Qin Jian, the coldness in her eyes scared Qin Jian to the point of shrinking his neck.
In fact, he, You Qi and others are not shy. After all, they are also old players, but this book is really weird.
"Are you Qin Jian?" the middle-aged woman asked.
Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, then swallowed and nodded cautiously, "Yes, it's me, what's the matter..."
Before he could finish asking, he saw the middle-aged woman take out a small notebook with a blue cover from her arms, and then like a magic trick, she took out a brush from her sleeve, put the brush in her mouth and moistened it a few times, Just wrote something down in the notebook.
"You...what are you doing?" Qin Jian suddenly became nervous.
"Qin Jian said that he would not participate in the play you rehearsed, young master." The middle-aged woman lowered her head to write and repeated in a voice like a repeater: "He did not give you face, young master."
"Damn it!" Qin Jian panicked immediately, "When did I say I won't give Mr. Huang face?"
"He also scolded me." The middle-aged woman continued to record.
This NPC's level of competence is almost comparable to that of a disciplinary committee member in his student days, and his ability to make small reports is even better.
"Wait a minute." An Xuan suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched the pen in the middle-aged woman's hand, and said with a smile: "Please return to your home, young master. We will fully cooperate with you tonight."
The middle-aged woman turned her attention back to Qin Jian and Youqi Tang Shirou. When she found that no one had any objections, she opened her mouth and revealed a spine-chilling smile.
She put away the notebook, then took out another notebook from her arms, and explained very naturally: "These are the young master's requirements. All the doctors can do is follow them."
After An Xuan reached out and took it, he found that it was not a notebook, but a piece of paper that had been folded many times.
After slowly unfolding the paper, what came into view were strange facial makeup, various costumes, and some... villains doing strange actions.
It is similar to the technique used in children's simple drawings. The movements of the little man are very simple. They are all basic movements of lifting hands and shoulders. I don't know why, but it is particularly weird to draw it in this way.
