Observation Diary of a Blackened Girl and My Survival Guide

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"If the housekeeper comes, just say I'm in the toilet."

"Okay..." Xueyuan nodded and agreed.

Xia Qiange walked to the door, took off the No. 405 plate on it, and then installed the wooden sign with the word [茶蘼] on it.

Then he opened the door and walked out.

........

A blood moon hangs in the sky, and the bright starry sky seems to be covered by a heavy black curtain.

Occasionally, a ray of starlight escaped the capture of the black screen by chance, and fell to the ground.

Together with the scattered forest white street lamps on the side of the road, it illuminates the ground.

This is a strange city.

After leaving the dormitory, Xia Qiange came to a wide road. She crossed the zebra crossing with bare feet, looked at the tall gray building in front of her, and walked in.

click...

The heavy iron door was pushed open, and a strange smell rushed over.

It was a spacious studio with brushes, palettes, and used paper strewn all over the place.

It was pitch black, with no light at all.

The curtains were blown high by the night wind and rattled.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound.

The lights on the ceiling turned on, blood-red light scattered down without warning.

A huge painting hangs on the wall in the center of the studio.

It can be clearly seen that the painting is a young girl.

Long hair fluttering, slim figure.

She was wearing a blood-red long dress, standing on a quiet lake.

It's a beautiful painting, but the creepy thing is...the girl has no face and no heart.

It's like... being hollowed out.

"Tick tock..."

"Tick tock..."

The sound of cold water droplets echoed throughout the studio.

The atmosphere was suffocating.

Just when the air was about to freeze, suddenly, the painting changed.

The blood-red water dripped onto the lake along the girl's fingertips holding the paintbrush, instantly dyeing the whole painting bright red.

Xia Qiange narrowed his eyes, turned his gaze to the closed door next to him, and spit out two words.

"Lin Meng."

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"........."

After a few minutes, the door opened silently.

A girl came out of the door.

Her hair was just above her shoulders, her picturesque face showed no expression, and her eyes looked a little dull, as if she lacked some spirituality.

"Qiange? Sit down."

Lin Meng picked up a paintbrush on the ground and drew a few times towards Xia Qiange's position.

A gray-brown leather sofa quickly appeared under Xia Qiange's butt.

"Thanks."

After Xia Qiange finished speaking, she sat on the sofa very casually.

Lin Meng picked up a small bench and sat on it.

"Qiange, it's so late...what do you want from me?"

"I want you to help me draw a person."

"it is good."

Lin Meng looked down at her right hand, which was covered with drawing paper, and said, "But...I'm injured, and now I can only draw your skin, but not your heart."

"Painted skin is enough, your hands are fine, right?" Xia Qiange asked with concern.

"Well, it's okay, it's just being backlashed by the rules."

Lin Meng responded, and said lightly: "It will be fine in a few days."

"You're too impulsive, just scare him once... Why do you have to punch him again, is it worth it for a disgusting person like Lin Qian?"

When talking about the word Lin Qian, Xia Qiange did not hide the disgust in his eyes at all.

And that deep hatred.

It's very different from talking in school.

The quirkiness and playfulness of that time... was completely out of sight.

"........."

Lin Meng didn't say anything, just looked at Xia Qiange quietly.

After a long time, the hatred in Xia Qiange's eyes gradually faded.

"Lin Qian, can you draw?"

"Lin Qian..."

Lin Meng shook her head and said, "He can't, I can't draw him."

"Where's Lin Yin?"

"Rin's voice..."

Lin Meng murmured and closed her eyes.

It took several minutes before she opened it and said, "She can."

"Okay, you help me draw her, and I will come to pick up her portrait tomorrow night."

"Okay, what do you want Lin Yin's portrait for?"

"She...can enter Lin Qian's room."

Xia Qiange's voice was low: "That damned door can't stop her, and she can even make supper for Lin Qian, so... I'm going to try anyway."

"Lin Qian is coming to check the bedroom in the next two days...I'll try to see if I can keep him in our dormitory, if not...I'll use Linyin's portrait to find him, two plans... There is always one who will succeed..."

"If... if possible... what are you going to do to him?"

"How to treat him..."

Xia Qiange's eyes suddenly turned bloodthirsty red, and the fangs in his mouth gleamed coldly: "I will turn him into my servant... If he can't live, he can't die..."

"...hope you're doing well...not tomorrow night."

Lin Meng stood up holding the paintbrush: "I can finish Linyin's portrait tomorrow morning, come and get it then."

.......

In the hallway outside room 404.

Lin Qian leaned on the window sill in the stairwell, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.

Immediately he said slowly, "An Lan, I received a notice from the school asking me to check the bed, but I'm a man, and there are only girls in my class."

"It's not appropriate for me to check, so I want to trouble you to check it for me."

"This... well, when?"

An Lan didn't hesitate, and immediately agreed.

"Come to check in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow, that is, before the afternoon of the day after tomorrow."

"It should be fine before this time."

"Okay~ I'll go to your office tomorrow morning, tell me what you need to pay attention to~"

"No problem, An Lan, then you are looking for me...why do you want me to help you?"

Lin Qian said, "If it's within my ability, I will definitely help you."

Even if An Lan readily agreed to help, she couldn't just say no to it.

"Help...um...I..."

After fiddling for a while, An Lan seemed to have made up her mind, and said, "That's it~"

"Tomorrow...I have a few friends from high school coming to play with me...I want you to come with me..."

"that..."

Having said that, An Lan didn't say anything.

“…”

Lin Qian did not continue, but waited patiently.

There was no necessary connection between her friends from high school coming to her and her wanting to go with her.

An Lan's tone became more and more tense...so...

There must be half of the story left, and the reason is behind.