Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

When people collapse, they always assume different life paths countless times.

But this doesn't make people feel better - just like some kind of addiction reaction, even though they know it will only lead to deeper and more serious confusion, and may even lead to death, they still can't stop the chaotic and crazy thinking.

Full of violence and hopeless frenzy.

Even very despicable.

——And these are things that Wen Can once thought he would never possess.

In order to suppress these thoughts that might affect his actions, he sealed all these assumptions at the bottom of the box.

Don't touch, don't think, don't listen.

But fate seemed to be against him. The undead demon that made its first comeback after years of silence ran directly into his hands.

He has no choice but to touch, think, and listen.

At this moment, Jiang Xu's mobile phone camera was turned on.

He scanned the familiar walls and offices, and locked onto a dark figure standing in front of a drawing board.

Is that the immortal demon?

He couldn't help but see it, and he couldn't help but think about it.

What kind of person is this talented painter whom his mother has loved for a long time, the famous immortal demon?

He seemed to be watching not just for himself.

When the scene in the camera freezes and everything gradually becomes clear, it seems that another person's voice rings out -

"Hey, I'm really curious."

Ms. Chi was sitting on her big swivel chair, stroking the cover of Galaxy Flower for who knows how many times. Her face, half illuminated by the sun, had a kind of perverted and funny obsession that was not in line with her age and identity: "What kind of child is our immortal demon?"

"Two eyes and one mouth." The young man answered unhappily as if it was normal.

"That's right, frogs also have two eyes and a mouth!" The obsession faded immediately, and the woman looked up and glared at him in a pretentious manner, and then pretended to be perverted and touched the Milky Way Flower: "She must be very beautiful, just like the rose."

"Haha, maybe he's a clown."

……

The conversation between mother and son seemed to be evaporated by the sunlight outside the window and gradually dissipated in the dust raised by time.

After many years, the grown-up Wen Can, who had not thought about that scene for a long time, sat in a wheelchair, staring straight at the small screen - it was as if someone came up to him, leaned over, gave him a warm body temperature, and asked him noisily and pretentiously: "Ha! How can you watch good things by yourself? The face of the immortal demon can only be seen by me!"

——If it were Ms. Chi, she would definitely say something like this.

The screen vaguely reflected the man's beautiful eyes, as if outlined in ink, which were almost exactly the same as the woman's, as if they were her eyes watching quietly outside the screen - in the camera, the focus was like a spotlight, nailed on the huge drawing board and the hands that were constantly painting on the drawing board.

——A clean and beautiful hand.

The drawing gradually took shape, something that Wen Can could recognize at a glance.

That was the final design of a spaceship from the Art Department that he had sent back countless times.

“It should be soft yet sharp, with a futuristic sci-fi aesthetic and a primitive and wild temperament. It should be light and not bulky, but magnificent enough to amaze people. When people see countless such spaceships sailing in the starry sky, they can exclaim in amazement and yearn for the means of transportation in that world.”

He knew very well that the art team was so angry about his demands that they were about to jump off the building.

But he also knew that this was what he wanted.

A month has passed and he still hasn't gotten the results he wanted.

But now, that thing, which existed only in his theoretical requirements and which he himself had never imagined concretely, was taking shape on the drawing board.

He didn't even need any explanation; he recognized at a glance that the man in black who looked like an undead demon was drawing the spaceship he wanted.

——The huge body is as magnificent as a whale, yet as long and flexible as a snake.

Because it incorporates flowing wave-like lines, it appears light despite being large.

In addition to the huge body, countless sharp feet extend from the lower abdomen, waving in the air with bared fangs and claws. The more they are drawn, the more people can't help but feel a chill down their spines, and they are almost suffering from claustrophobia. But if you look closely, you will find that those "feet" are actually carriers of weapons.

Finally, she casually sketched the undulating sea of ​​stars.

That huge creature that looked like a whale, a snake and a centipede began to swim vaguely in the galaxy.

The man paused with his brush, and seemed to think for a few seconds, before he drew the reflected galaxy and many blurry human heads on the porthole. The people staring at it quickly understood the meaning of this design; it was a spaceship that had just emerged from stealth.

When the last stroke was made, some people even thought they could hear the sound of the flowing galaxy, as well as the noisy sounds of the interstellar people talking and laughing in the spaceship, and perhaps mixed with the sound of the giant machinery slowly flying...

"Lie..."

The person who was grabbing his hair and screaming stared at the painting blankly, forgetting to put his hands down, "...Fuck."

"Fuck!"

"Who are you?"

"Are you the rescuer sent by the monkey?"

"Newcomer? Where did the boss recruit this freak newcomer?!"

"Hurry up, stop worrying about it and hand it in first!"

……

The noisy sound coming from the cell phone could not affect Wen Can at all.

He was oblivious to all the noise around him, his eyes fixed on the man in black who was putting down his pen and turning away from the drawing board.

——She turned around.

Although it was slow, it finally faced the camera head-on.

-

"..."

Hats, glasses, and a large scarf that can be used as a mask.

In addition, the lens was far away, so Wen Can couldn't even see what the eyes looked like - he could only see the reflections on the two large glasses, facing him directly like two big light bulbs.

Wen Can: ...

"How is it?" Jiang Xu laughed slyly from the other end, "Are you satisfied with the appearance of our cash cow?"

Wen Can: ...

The heartbeat that had unconsciously quickened gradually returned to normal.

He took a deep breath, picked up the coffee beside him and took a sip, then casually shifted his gaze back.

The suspected undead demon began to move.

She walked from the farthest place from the camera to the middle of the long table, and was then surrounded by several excited workers and circled around them like a trance artist. When those people were busy admiring the painting on the drawing board, she put her pen on the table and walked towards the door - and towards the camera.

After walking a few steps, she noticed the presence of the camera and looked up suddenly without warning.

She raised her head from the wide scarf that was wrapped around her face twice, and her smooth and delicate nose left the soft fabric and was exposed under the light.

At the same time, there was her cold and piercing gaze from behind the lenses - as if a sharp and invincible blade was flying straight at him.

Even through the screen, Wen Can was suddenly stunned.

He saw the light fall on the lens, and the eyes vaguely revealed in the reflection were cold, dark, and quiet - and at the same time, there was a strange feeling, subtle and strange, that made his heart beat slower.