Nightmare Attack

Chapter 271

"Mr. An," Tang Shirou's voice was small and soft, listening carefully, she seemed to be still trembling, sounding terrified, "Is this painting, this painting really all right?"

She looked at An Xuan as if asking for help, this gentlemanly man was her only support in this strange and weird world, at least she thought so.

Went to see Young Master Huang, and after returning, there was an extra painting in their room.

The painting was hung in an inconspicuous place, so everyone didn't notice it at the first time. In the end, You Qi, who was lying on the bed squinting and resting, realized something was wrong, and jumped up.

Because from his point of view, the previous position was a vase.

"Are you sure?" Qin Jian asked immediately, wearing a black funeral uniform, he was more panicked than anyone else.

Although An Xuan assured him that there should be no problem, after all, it was himself who had the problem, not An Xuan. In the nightmare, guarantee was the most useless thing besides kindness.

"Sure." With his eyes wide open, Yuqi swallowed a few times, seeing that his nervous appearance really didn't look like a joke, and there was no place for a joke here.

Oops
This happened to me just after I met Young Master Huang, if I said there was no problem, I was lying to myself.

An Xuan narrowed his eyes, knowing that people like himself might be being targeted.

What he wants to know most now is whether there is an extra painting in his own room, or whether there is an extra painting in everyone's room.

This is very important.

The painting shows a dancing beauty in a red costume, with light steps, twisting orchids in her hands, slender jade fingers, a plain white neck, and beautiful curves faintly revealed under the costume.

The painter has a profound skill, even if the beauty in the painting only shows a small side face, the charming charm that is contained but not vomited has already overflowed the painting.

"Mr. An An?" Tang Shirou seemed terrified, her voice trembling slightly.

An Xuan's expression was well managed. After he turned his gaze to Tang Shirou, in the latter's eyes, An Xuan still had a faint smile on his face, as if nothing in this world could make him feel nervous.

For a moment, Tang Shirou didn't feel so flustered anymore.

"Don't worry, Miss Tang." An Xuan smiled, "It's just a picture of an actress. It should be brought by Housekeeper Zhou after we left. There should be clues on it."

Hearing the word "clue", Tang Shirou seemed to rekindle 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 was observing the painting carefully, her Mr. An had already controlled her eyes to leave the painting.

The same goes for Qin Jian and You Qi.

They are just watching from the corner of their eyes.

Painting, and Tang Shirou who is dedicated to painting.

Tang Shirou was the last person in the room to notice the painting, but she was also the one who saw it the longest and was most interested.

Tang Shirou looked at it, and suddenly felt that the woman's face in the painting seemed to be slightly turned towards her. She closed her eyes, shook her head a few times, and when she looked again, there was nothing.

The scene just now seemed to be an illusion.

"Miss 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 red, but the more she looked at it, the more she felt familiar, even yearning for 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 came vaguely, inaudible.

Just when Tang Shirou squinted her eyes, trying to get closer and see more clearly, a sudden knock on the door interrupted everything, "Bang bang bang!"

The visitor was very rude, and the door was slammed very loudly.

Tang Shirou was like waking up from a dream, staring at the position of the door in confusion. It took a long while before she came to her senses. No matter how stupid she was, she realized at this moment that this painting might not be as simple as just having clues.

After the door opened, there was a middle-aged woman standing outside.

The woman still holding a dead face said in a mechanical voice: "After taking 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 all the doctors, the young master would like to invite you to participate in his choreography tonight." a play."

After a pause, the middle-aged woman said again, "Tonight."

"Acting?" You Qi, who was originally five-year-old and three-year-old, had a thick neck when he heard it, and he choked out a sentence after a long while: "Is it true?"

"How can a group of us doctors know how to act?" Qin Jian hurriedly evaded, his face was worse than Yuqi's, "Skills. There are specialties in surgery, so we won't bother Young Master Huang, just let him sing by himself."

The middle-aged woman stared at Qin Jian, the indifference in her eyes made Qin Jian shrink his neck in fright.

In fact, he, You Qi and others are not too courageous, they are old players after all, but this book is really too weird.

"Are you Qin Jian?" the middle-aged woman asked.

Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, then swallowed, 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 book with a blue cover from her bosom, then took out a writing brush from her sleeve as if by magic, put the writing brush in her mouth and moistened it a few times, Just write something down in the notebook.

"What are you doing?" Qin Jian was suddenly a little nervous.

"Qin Jian said that he won't go to the play you rehearsed, young master," the middle-aged woman repeated with a repeater-like voice while lowering her head, "He won't give you face, young master."

"Fuck!" Qin Jian panicked immediately, "When did I say I won't give Young Master Huang face?"

"He's still scolding shit." The middle-aged woman continued to record.

This NPC is almost as competent as a disciplinary committee member in his student days, and his ability to make small reports is even worse.

"Wait." An Xuan suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched the pen in the middle-aged woman's hand, and said with a smile: "Please go back to your young master, we will definitely cooperate fully tonight."

The middle-aged woman turned her gaze back to Qin Jian and You Qi Tang Shirou, and when she found that no one had any objections, she grinned and showed a chilling smile.

She put away the notebook, then took out another notebook from her bosom, and explained very naturally: "This is the young master's request, all the doctors just follow it."

After An Xuan reached out to take 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 weird facial makeup, various costumes, and some villains doing weird movements.

Similar to a child's stick figure, the action of the villain is very simple, the basic movements of lifting the hand and shoulders, but I don't know why, but it looks particularly weird when drawn in this way.

(End of this chapter)