Demon girl, don't even think about my ruthlessness!

[The following content has been artistically processed to be closer to the character setting. The unofficial variety show guest died, but his identity card was destroyed. 】

— This is my room, this is not my room.

I'm a painter, and it's ridiculous to say it. I'm a down-and-out painter with no reputation at all. I almost dedicated myself to becoming a nude|model. In order to earn a little paint fee, fortunately, I got an invitation letter.

It said in it that I would become the heir to a rich and huge manor, and I would get rid of this miserable life forever.

I am Shu Jia, a loser in the identity of a painter, I came to this Thorn Manor, which is about to make me rich overnight, holding the invitation letter in my hand, but it is only one of them, and there are seven others who also received the invitation letter people.

A well-dressed lawyer, a businessman with a gemstone pocket watch on his clothes, an expensive but slightly outdated noble lady with an expensive skirt, a gentle perfumer, a handsome and serious carpenter, and a chef with cakes, cream, and rosemary all over his body Ma'am, even a pretty and seemingly ignorant beauty is wearing the most luxurious clothes...

Everyone seems to be doing better than me.

Shu Jia narrowed her eyes nervously.

Walking into Thorn Manor, I greeted them with nothing worthless enthusiasm, smiling like a duck.

"Hello, I am..., where are you from?"

The other party responds politely or arrogantly.

Sure enough, they are all from well-to-do families. This property that I covet is just the icing on the cake of their affluent life. No one needs this property more than me.

But first, I came to the room prepared for me by Thorn Manor.

Shu Jia, a cynical and somewhat neurotic painter, stood in front of his room with a stagnant expression, staring at the objects in the room.

It was his painting, a painting splashed with paint in resentment and disgust. The bright and saturated colors dazzled into his boring life. A gust of wind blew in from the window and blew his curtains, peaceful and quiet. The sunshine is the tranquility he has never had before. The paintings on the wall are exactly the same as the room in his memory, like copy and paste, with the same corners and the same holes made by cigarette butts in the corners of the paintings. Layers of discarded drawing paper, where the pungent paint smell is the worst.

……ground.

Shu Jia rolled her eyes stiffly.

Put your eyes on the sloppy ground where the papers are piled up, the winding red paint flows out from under the stacked papers, no!To be precise, the dried red paint is like a small red river solidified on the floor, and it is closely combined with the floor without leaving any gaps. Under the fateful tranquility, there is a trace of shocking cruelty.

Shu Jia didn't think too much, just thought: who pried the floor of my house and put it here!

But thinking about it carefully, the painter's unique nervousness made him feel a little wrong.

Who would have the time to move his room and the floor over here? If he really moved over, why would he not even change the angle of the paintings on the wall? The familiar feeling here is like moving out of the memory in his mind of……

"This is my room, this is not my room."

Shu Jia was a little scared. He knew that there was a formation engraved with summoning demons hidden under the layers of drawing paper. He once viciously hoped that the formation would be effective, so that he could get rid of such an ugly and mediocre life.

But now he was timidly afraid, standing at the door, witnessing an identical room, and in a strange manor, holding the key of No. 2 in his hand, and an invitation letter in the torn pocket of his clothes.

Then the question came, who gave him the invitation letter.

Shu Jia seemed to be frowning in pain, who is it?Invitation letter for me... There is a woman vaguely, a woman in white clothes whose voice cannot be heard clearly, her face is blurred by the dazzling sunlight, but she should be a very clean and beautiful woman.

But he still forgot about this woman and when and where he received this invitation letter.

He couldn't figure it out, so he went down and watched an unknown TV show with other people. The specific content was a mouse, a cat, and faintly flashing car lights.

As the dark night fell, Shu Jia fell asleep lying in a house that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him, which frightened him.

Waking up in the middle of the night, something poked his soft belly. Shu Jia immediately lifted the quilt and saw a strange cube box on his bed. What was even more strange was that some strange reminders appeared in his mind for no reason.

[Magic box, an object that can transform into any shape, can be used once a day. 】

Shu Jiamu squinted and felt that he was hallucinating, isn't it true for many artists and painters?Immersed in his own conscious world, suddenly going crazy and hallucinating.

But faintly, Shu Jia felt that this was real, even more real than this room.

He was later proven correct.

until the next day.

He woke up in lawyer Yan Yan's room.

Without him!But he was impulsive and cowardly, he woke up in the middle of the night and dared not sleep in his own room, so he ran to lawyer Yan Yan's room to beg for shelter.

Although he is a lawyer, he is a kind person with a cold face and a warm heart. Shu Jia likes it!

then……

He was dragged to his room by the lawyer Yan Yan, but he never expected that there was a diary hidden under the pentagram array, and he opened the diary with a magic box turned into a key. The writing on it was written by him, But he couldn't recognize the content at all.

【November 11th...November 4th... It's time for me to write. 】

[But how should I write it? 】

[Hi everyone, it's another day because I'm dead. 】

Snatching back the diary from lawyer Yan Yan, Shu Jia felt chills all over her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. A flash of terrifying memories came before her eyes, the sound of car lights, broken glass, and harsh brakes...

Bursts of pain came from the magic box, as if it had grown in his heart and was dug out again.

"What's the matter with you, can you stand up?" Lawyer Yan Yan knelt down and asked with concern, but his eyes were still vigilant and apprehensive about the contents of the diary he just saw.

"I don't know...Leave me alone." Shu Jia's face was as white as a sheet of paper, her body dangling and shuffling away.

"What happened to the diary just now?" Lawyer Yan Yan asked.

"I don't know, don't ask me! I don't know anything!" Shu Jia's eyes were dark and crazy, as if some sensitive nerve had been stepped on.

There was a wave of waves in Thorn Manor, like a piece of paper with crumpled stripes.

If someone really sees it, it is definitely whether they are suddenly dazzled. It is not often that there is a distorted scene under the sun, and the villain in the distance will also bend like dancing.

"Hurry up." Canary Jianjiao approached the window, her charming peach eyes overflowing with a icy breath.

The painter Shu Jia still doesn't know what he's going to face, but the current situation has scared him enough, is he dead?He can't die!He's alive and breathing!

"You think I'm still alive, right? Right! Right!" The painter Shu Jia grabbed the collar of the lawyer Yan Yan like a life-saving straw, and kept asking him to respond.

Lawyer Yan Yan calmly analyzed: "This may be a prank left by the owner. Don't pay too much attention to it. I can feel that you are still alive."

The painter Shu Jia smiled comfortably after hearing this, but suddenly looked at the lawyer Yan Yan in horror, and said nervously: "It's a prank, but the magic box in my hand is not a prank, I feel that it is a part of my body, like A tool for soul transfiguration, can you tell me what it is?"

Lawyer Yan Yan: "..." He couldn't figure out why this kind of thing happened.

But the painter Shu Jia's expression suddenly became exaggerated, and he stared at the lawyer Yan Yan with more horror and fear: "What can make a person think that a dead person is still alive... There is only one possibility, lawyer Yan Yan...you are already dead, So in your world, I'm still alive."

Hearing the painter's crazy words, the lawyer Yan Yan's calm face collapsed, and he lowered his brows angrily and said, "What are you talking about? If we are all dead, how do we talk? Are you and I hallucinating?" ?”

The painter Shu Jia said firmly: "No! We are not hallucinations. But do you remember how the Thorn Manor came in this time? Why did you come in? A lawyer's income is not short of these inheritances, and why did you run to the university? Come all the way."

Lawyer Yan Yan's eyes hesitated. He remembered receiving a letter. That woman... was wearing a beautiful white dress, and then he came to Thorn Manor. Strange to say, he still has a few cases waiting He dealt with it, so why did he come here alone.

As lawyer Yan Yan's memory unfolded, Thorn Manor fluctuated imperceptibly.

Just when the two fell into uneasiness and doubt, Canary Jianjiao came up and invited them to take a ride on the beach of the nearby Thorn Manor in good weather.

The two of them were in a mess and wanted to refuse, but the lawyer Yan Yan agreed because he wanted to secretly observe whether there was anything unusual about those who also received the invitation letter.

"Then let's go." Canary Jian smiled like a peach blossom, but the moment they turned around, the smile in their eyes suddenly cooled down.

[Thorn Manor, on the second day, two abnormalities were discovered. 】

Back from the beach.

Businessman Lin Shu was opening clams for Chef Tian Tongzi. The carpenter returned to the room after tinkering with the woodcarving for a while. The perfumer Zhuo Yubai returned to the room after wandering around seemingly without incident. The noble lady Xia Daixuan was watching TV in the hall. , This time, a certain female star's movie was playing normally on the TV. Seeing the beautiful and exquisite pearl necklace on the female star's neck, the noble lady Xia Daixuan's eyes flashed a trace of deep jealousy and resentment.

The painter Shu Jia was sitting on a chair in the corner of the living room. The cold and hard chair hurt his buttocks, but he still kept his eyes wide open and kept observing the people around him, trying to find out what happened.

But it was useless, even if he saw that his eyeballs were about to fall off, he still couldn't find anything unusual. He yawned and went back to his room. To be precise, he went back to lawyer Yan Yan's room for another night. He really didn't dare to go back to his own room. That weird room.

The third day at Thorn Manor.

The painter Shu Jia woke up sleepily, and saw the lawyer Yan Yan wearing thin clothes with his back turned to him, standing at the door and not knowing what he was looking at.

Asked: "Why are you standing still, is there anything there?"

But the lawyer Yan Yan said something that made the painter Shu Jia jump up in fear, staring at the lock and said: "I tied a rubber band to the lock last night, and the rubber band will break as soon as someone opens the door, and when I get up in the morning It was found that it was broken, and the carpet at the door had faint traces of being stepped on."

The painter Shu Jia woke up suddenly: "!!!"