[what happened? I don't understand. ]
[I don’t understand either. ]
[Yes, I obviously didn’t draw any roses. ]
[Is there something wrong? ]
[Something is seriously wrong. ]
[Can’t figure it out. ]
[I can’t figure it out either. ]
[Fortunately, Niman has help. ]
[…]
Just when everyone was confused and confused, Su Lingling and Lu Shi suddenly stopped their hands at the same time and took a few steps back.
Su Lingling said: "She ran away."
Su Fuqing and Niman looked up and saw that there was no trace of anyone on the overly bloody painting.
It ran away.
"How is her strength?" Su Fuqing asked.
"Not particularly strong, but very difficult to deal with. She should have gone to other paintings." Su Linling said.
Hearing this, the players couldn't help but look at their paintings.
But then they thought that if they accidentally saw the mysterious woman, they might be confused, so they abruptly withdrew their gaze.
Li Hongmian couldn't hold it anymore and asked, "What's going on? Why did Niman almost get into trouble if she didn't draw the rose flower?"
"I want to know too." Xiao Jianshan put a hand on his chin, thinking.
Su Fuqing sighed and said, "We thought wrong before."
"Then what should we do now?" Lu Yingjie asked impatiently.
Su Fuqing ignored him and asked the others a question: "None of you have painted well, only Niman has."
The players didn't know why, but they all nodded.
Su Fuqing's unconsciously frowned brows slowly relaxed, and a flash of realization flashed in her eyes.
"Let me see...that might be it."
She once guessed that this mysterious woman was the owner of the manor.
But there was something wrong with her.
The master of the manor did like roses, but she probably also liked things that other vampires would like.
In other words, these paintings that they like are actually dangerous.
However, Ellie and Slim Man were the quickest to draw, so they became the unlucky ones at the beginning.
Su Fuqing expressed his guess.
"In other words, as long as we draw something that the owner of the manor likes, she may come to our door." Xiao Jianshan said.
"That's what I guessed anyway." Su Fuqing shrugged.
Again, she said everything she needed to say, others believed it or not.
"Then what should we do next? Redraw something that the owner of the manor doesn't like?" Lu Yingjie asked.
Xiao Jianshan asked back: "What if the painting that the owner of the manor doesn't like will trigger the death rule? Don't forget that I will come back tomorrow, and this one is not me today."
What he said made sense.
[It’s hard to make people like it, but it’s also hard to make people dislike it. It’s so difficult. ]
[Then draw a decent one. ]
[Just because you don’t understand the big boss, players may not be able to grasp the speed. ]
[It hasn’t even been three days yet, and I still feel like I’m going to die. ]
[Not so much. ]
[Is it possible that we can only rely on guessing or luck? ]
[Actually, if you are strong, it doesn’t matter if you finish the painting. ]
[For example, Su Fuqing and Xiao Jianshan would not be confused by that woman. ]
[…]
Su Fuqing and Xiao Jianshan really planned to finish their paintings.
Niman has finished painting. As for the remaining nine players, some chose to repaint it, while others chose to mess it up and not paint it at all.
"Are you just going to use this semi-finished product for business?" Li Hongmian asked Fang Doukou and Xu Rong.
Fang Doukou lowered his head and said, "We don't dare to paint anymore."
Xu Rong added: "The painting is almost done, it should be fine,"
They didn't even dare to look at their own and other people's paintings.
Su Fuqing filled in the last blank space on the drawing paper as quickly as possible, then put down the brush and finished the work perfectly.
The mysterious woman didn't find her.
Then, Su Fuqing, Xiao Jianshan and two other players carried out the bodies of Shouzi and Aili and placed them in place.
When they came back, they happened to meet Richie.
He asked: "Have the guests finished painting?"
Su Fuqing thought for a while and said, "It's almost done."
"Then it's time to get ready for dinner."
Richie followed Su Fuqing and the others back to the studio on the third floor and walked around, the expression on his face unchanged from beginning to end.
The players were slightly worried, not knowing whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with his painting.
Rich just said: "Everyone, let's go down and have lunch."
The players left the studio obediently. Richie walked at the end, took out a bunch of keys, and locked the door with one of them.
Su Fuqing suddenly wondered if there might be the key to the secret door on the first floor.
Unfortunately, Richie quickly put away the key and it was not so easy to get.
Arriving at the lobby on the first floor, the skeletons had already served dinner and set it up.
Lance and William were already sitting in their fixed positions.
The players took their seats one by one. Knowing that they could not escape, Su Fuqing sat next to Lance.
"How's it going? Did you draw roses?" Lance asked, raising his eyebrows.
Su Fuqing raised the corners of her mouth and smiled: "Guess."
"I can't guess." Lance admitted defeat decisively.
Su Fuqing turned her head and cut the steak seriously.
Lance added: "We'll know tomorrow. However, I will be very disappointed if Xiao Qingqing doesn't draw roses."
Then you will be disappointed.
Su Fuqing quietly rolled her eyes.
[Hahaha, Sister Su secretly rolling her eyes. ]
[I have no choice but to be left speechless by Lance. ]
[I can’t even figure out what he is doing now. ]
[Don’t guess at the brain circuitry of neurosis. ]
[I am indeed sick, and I have to dig a hole for Su Fuqing from time to time. ]
[Fortunately, Su Fuqing was not fooled. ]
[…]
Today's dinner was pretty uneventful.
Lance put down his knife and fork and said to Su Fuqing: "Xiao Qingqing, have a good dream tonight."
"Yeah." Su Fuqing reluctantly ignored him.
After dinner, the players returned to their rooms and got ready to go to bed immediately.
After lying on the bed and turning over, Su Fuqing felt a little uneasy sleeping.
Nothing else will happen tonight, right?
"Sister Lingling, if something goes wrong, please wake me up," she said.
Su Linling: "I know."
Su Fuqing felt relieved a little, and then fell asleep with her eyes closed.
In the middle of the night, she was woken up as usual.
Among the noisy cries for help, she could probably make out the voices of the four dead players.
Fatty, Thinty, Ellie, and...
Wait, besides these four people, there seems to be a familiar voice.
"Help! Rongrong, help me!"
Rongrong? Xu Rong?
So this is... Fang Doukou's voice!
Something happened to her?
No, it's best not to go out casually at night.
And since she could "hear" Fang Doukou's voice at this time, it meant that something had probably happened to her.
"Sister Lingling, please help me go next door and have a look." Su Fuqing said.
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Su Linling came back soon.
She said: "Xu Rong is still sleeping, and Fang Doukou is dead."
