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After only a few seconds, Jean realized that he really couldn't hear what the boy was saying, not because of his chaotic thoughts just now.

He looked back, his gaze moved downwards, and he condensed on the dark and sticky liquid—it was an unknown substance protruding from the oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

Lan Qiao Yiwu opened his eyes wide, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab the man.

——but was blocked by another hand halfway.

He turned his head in panic and looked at Chi Tang who had come to him at some point, and when he met the same pair of dark eyes as his, he said hastily and intermittently:

"He...is very dangerous now, I want to—"

"Don't panic."

The girl's voice was calm, but her body stood in front of Lan Qiaoyi, blocking him and Rang.

Even if a man's reaction is quick enough, it is not easy to get away.

With a flick of the slender and cold fingers, a dagger/knife appeared between his fingers. The object was glowing with silver light, and the light flowed across the entire dagger. It is an extraordinary prop.

Lan Qiaoyi was constantly backed away by the girl's protection. In a hurry, he raised his eyes and met the man's dark blue eyes. The other party opened his mouth and said a few words silently:

"Protect yourself." And...

do not worry about me.

At the same time, he waved the prop in his hand fiercely, and swung it towards the black liquid that was constantly wriggling and gradually swallowing up the corner of his clothes.

"Jie—!"

The sharp whistling sound exploded in the ears of the three of them. Lan Qiaoyi watched in astonishment as the black unknown substance tore apart for a moment after receiving the blow, but twisted wildly again before the man could get away. stand up.

A bad thought suddenly flashed through his mind:

That Duke Tiran lied to them!

The so-called [Hide and Seek] on the surface is that players are divided into two camps, black and white, but in essence it is a confrontation between three parties.

While they were wary of others, they ignored the unknown existence in this banquet hall.

Standing behind Chi Tang, he focused all his attention on Rang who was gradually distanced from them. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

"Be careful--"

In the blink of an eye, Lan Qiaoyi didn't even have time to think, his body jumped forward faster than his consciousness, and knocked the girl in front of him to the ground.

In an instant, a dark red "line" was drawn above their heads.

"That's, that's—" "The oil paintings in this corridor have come to life."

Chi Tang got up from the ground, calmly patted the non-existent dust on the skirt, turned around and paused for a second, then reached out and grabbed Lan Qiaoyi's arm who was about to get up.

By the way, I added what the boy hadn't finished saying.

After standing firmly, Lan Qiaoyi hurriedly swept away, and immediately took a breath of air——

The picture frames on both sides of this corridor were shaking violently, but the originally beautiful and dazzling oil paint in the frame turned into strips and pieces of liquid substances that were constantly wriggling.

"It's really refined."

At this moment, he heard the man's elegant voice with some smiles.

"Let--!"

He couldn't help it again, and ignored the seven or eight destroyed oil paintings behind the other party, he jumped over the girl and rushed towards the other party.

"What are you in such a hurry to do?"

The smile on the man's lips could not be restrained again, his beautifully shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and he hugged the boy who was half in his arms with a bit of doting.

"Okay, okay, I told you, don't worry about me."

"You didn't say that."

The red lips of the person in his arms pursed slightly, showing a rare look of coquettishness, which made Rang's heart slightly itchy.

The atmosphere between the two was too harmonious, and it seemed that no one could get in for a moment.

The girl standing aside pursed her lips, the expression in her eyes was inexplicable, she paused, she turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor alone.

It wasn't until his eyes touched Chi Tang's back that Lan Qiaoyi straightened up from the man's arms as if he had just woken up from a dream, and subconsciously called out:

"and many more."

[Jiujiu, what the hell happened to me just now? ]

As if being blinded by a thin layer of white veil on his sensory system, he now has a feeling of being sober after knowing it.

[It was detected that the state of the host was abnormal, and it was preliminarily determined that it was due to the side effects of the "Pygmalion Effect" transaction. ]

Lan Qiaoyi squeezed his palms, and then he recovered.

Under the detection of 039, his good luck value is getting higher and higher day by day, but at the same time, his "trading" relationship with Jean is also gradually deepening.

He will unconsciously become his "doll" as the man wishes, until he completely becomes his property.

Lan Qiaoyi was a little helpless when he thought of the joy that rose like fireworks in his heart when he saw that An Ran was safe and sound.

Although he was very happy that the other party was out of danger, and even for a moment, the thought of wanting to hug the other party flashed in his mind, but such a straightforward behavior like just now, if he still maintains basic reason, he will not do that.

"..."

The girl didn't look back, but stopped in her footsteps, just silent.

As if waiting for something.

Lan Qiaoyi tugged at the man's cuffs, looked nervously at the oil painting lines that were only slowly wriggling in the air because he kept a certain distance, and did not show a strong attacking intention like before, and said softly:

"Don't go so fast, let's go together." "—Why?"

Lan Qiaoyi didn't react for a while, and subconsciously repeated the other party's words:

"Why, why..."

"Because it's safer and safer!"

A white light flashed in his mind, and the young man frowned slightly, looking a little timid. When his dark eyes looked at the swaying oil painting lines around him, he was still a little shocked.

Chi Tang couldn't help laughing at herself in her heart, what happened to her, how could she unconsciously confirm the other party's identity over and over again.

No matter how you look at it, it's not "he".

It's just that he ignored it. Only when he was with her as a "brother" would Lan Qiaoyi become extraordinarily calm.

Now the two are just teammates who "meet by chance".

After speaking, Lan Qiaoyi held his breath nervously waiting for the girl's reaction.

It wasn't until he saw the other party turned around again that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, his urgent answer just now was not perfunctory. Lan Qiaoyi really felt that it was safer for the three of them to be together and not to be alone.

Now it's just those "dead things" that have become weird for some reason. If the girl is alone, she may encounter players from other camps.

In his heart, he didn't want to see the other party get hurt.

——It's like you don't want to get hurt.

After realizing his own thoughts, he pursed his lips, and a strange feeling crossed his mind, but this feeling was fleeting, before he could savor it carefully, it passed by.

"Those lines seem to have... 'sleep time'?"

With a slight hesitation in Jean's voice, he held Lan Qiaoyi's hand at the same time, and once again distanced the two of them from both sides of the corridor.

"You can go in the direction I came from before, there are no such things over there."

Chi Tang's voice sounded at this moment, but this time she looked at Jean and said.

The man's mood is a bit complicated. In the previous game of "Honeyman", he did not misread the other party. The girl is indeed a hunter who is used to disguising herself.

But he still acquiesced to the other party's proposal, instead of taking the risk of exploring the unknown road, it is better to return to a known safe place.

If it was before, Jean would not have thought so much at all. When he was alone, he would not be afraid of anything.

But it's different now...

He turned his head and glanced at the white and soft cheeks of the person beside him, his eyes softened slightly.

"Then let's go."

As if he had suddenly solved the problem he encountered, Lan Qiaoyi's mood gradually became clearer. He took the man's hand and carefully led the two of them to avoid the range where the lines were sliding in the air, and walked towards Chi Tang's direction .

"Let's go."

The three of them gradually walked towards the bifurcated corner, just like what Jean said, those oil painting lines really have a so-called "sleeping cycle", and now even if someone walks past them, they just sway quietly , with a quiet look.

Only then did Lan Qiaoyi feel relieved.

...that was the last oil painting.

He looked at the unrecognizable portraits in the frame and sighed inwardly.

Luckily it was the ink lines that would move.Rather than the characters in the painting, otherwise...

He suddenly thought of a story he had heard before:

A man lost his way in the forest for some unknown reason. As the sky was getting late, he was anxiously looking for a place to rest.

Maybe it was luck, before the sky completely darkened, he saw a small wooden house hidden in the bushes.

"Creak—" With a sound, the door was opened.

"Is anyone there?"—he called tentatively.

The wooden house was quiet and pitch-black, except for the rustling of the bushes blown by the wind outside the house.

In desperation, the man had no choice but to turn around and close the door, choosing to rest here for the night.

At night, when he was lying on the bed, he was getting more and more sleepy, and when he was about to close his eyes completely, he saw the portraits hanging in the wooden house in a daze.

The man didn't think too much, he just sighed in his heart that those portraits are so lifelike, it's a waste to hang them in the wooden house.

As soon as the next day dawned, he woke up, and when he got out of bed, that person suddenly noticed something.

He took a closer look, and broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

——It turned out that those so-called portraits didn't exist at all. He didn't notice it because of the night yesterday:

There are no portraits in this cabin at all.

The "picture frames" on the walls of the wooden house are actually windows...

——Thinking of this, Lan Qiaoyi shivered subconsciously. For a moment, he suddenly felt that the blurred portraits of people around him were a little scary.

The man who was holding hands with him naturally sensed the change in the boy's mood. The man raised his hand, gently pinched the other's fair cheek, and deliberately teased him with a smile:

"Why are you still scared by my side?"

Rang's voice was intentionally lightened, which made Lan Qiaoyi's tense emotions gradually relax.

"I... I'm fine."

After all, he didn't try to forcefully deny his fear.

Although Chi Tang, who was walking in front of the two of them, kept silent, but subconsciously tightened his nerves in a place where Lan Qiaoyi couldn't see, and was always vigilant of the lines that might attack from all sides.

...especially the back.

"Coming."

The voice of the person behind him was a little brisk, and the joy in his tone made the other two soften their faces unconsciously.

Indeed, the corner of the corridor is close at hand.

It was really not easy, even though it was a corridor that could be traversed in half a minute by trotting, it took the three of them a full minute - still on the premise of walking in large strides.

It can be called an extremely tense minute.

Lan Qiaoyi even suspected that he was in a cold sweat just now. He raised his hand to touch his forehead, but only touched a soft and cold patch.

He was relieved.

etc--

With trembling hands, Lan Qiaoyi took the man's hand that he let go just now again.

Because the young man let go, he turned his face away, trying to hide his loss, the light in his eyes rekindled, he turned his head, and said with a slightly raised voice:

"how……"

The man's eyes were fixed on the black "line" that climbed over the ceiling and fell from it, and the hand held by the young man trembled slightly.

"Don't move, I, I will help you chop it, chop it off."

Let it be the first time to stumble and speak like this.

"what happened?"

Chi Tang, who walked ahead to see if there was any danger at the corner, turned around and prepared to walk back, and asked with some doubts.

Until she also clearly saw the black ink that was slowly creeping and covering the boy's forehead.

At that moment, Chi Tang felt that even his temples were throbbing violently.

She opened her mouth, but found that her throat was like a long-drought dry land, so astringent that she couldn't make a sound, she could only watch the tall man carefully move towards the boy with the silver dagger forehead.

"I'm about to start, don't move."

Lan Qiaoyi could only blink his eyes to show that he heard it.

Obviously, when it was his turn, he would slash as he said, without any hesitation, but now facing the young man who fell into the same situation as himself before, the man became a little timid.

For fear of being distracted, he even let go of the boy's hand.

But not long after, he regretted his behavior at this time.

In Chi Tang's secretly nervous eyes, the silvery dagger/knife touched the slowly wriggling black ink.

Lan Qiaoyi only felt that his forehead was suddenly entangled.

In the vision of the other two, the black "line" on the young man's forehead gradually began to "resist" with the cutting of the silver dagger.

"——!" An indescribable scream sounded in Lan Qiaoyi's mind, causing him to bend down and hug his head.

"I……"

The force of the impact was too great, he could only gasp for breath, and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Joe...!"

His vision was half-shaking, Lan Qiaoyi exhausted all his strength to raise his head, saw Jean's anxious face, his gaze unconsciously drifted away, then passed over the man's shoulder, and saw Chi Tang frowning tightly look like.

His lips moved, but he could only spit out meaningless ravings.

In the next second, Lan Qiaoyi softened his body.

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang-dang--" and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the opponent.

——but was beaten out by an invisible force in the middle of the journey.

After he barely stabilized his figure, he realized that at some point, those originally quiet lines began to become "crazy".

Their target... is Lan Qiaoyi!

Chi Tang also realized this, she ran straight towards the boy who was entangled by the black line just now.

"do not come."

Lan Qiaoyi's vision was blurred, but he could vaguely tell that it was Chi Tang who was rapidly approaching him.

But at this time, the weak words were ignored.

And following Chi Tang's movements, almost instantly, the ink lines on the entire corridor completely "live".

And Lan Qiaoyi was also quickly taken away from the two by the black lines wrapped around his body.

He was a little dizzy and asked in his mind:

[Jiujiu, this time, I might really die. ]

[…] The urgent voice of the system sounded at this moment.

He couldn't hear what 039 was saying, Lan Qiaoyi smiled lightly, his lips were pale, and he looked like a decayed flower.

"I can not hear clearly……"

Rang and Chi Tang's figures shuttled vigorously between those violently waving lines, but even so, more and more colors corresponded to the gradually disappearing scenery and characters in the frame, which made it difficult for the two of them to deal with it for a while .

I can only watch helplessly as the boy is wrapped in more and more lines.

The eyes of the two of them began to turn red at some point, and their expressions were exactly the same crazy.

And these, of course, were not easily seen by Lan Qiao, who was gradually blocking his sight.

Unlike what Jean and Chi Tang thought, he would gradually suffocate to death. On the contrary, the young man wrapped in oil paint did not feel uncomfortable. He was somewhat surprised to find that he was still able to breathe freely.

[What the hell is going on here? ]

He managed to pull himself together, and asked 039 in his mind.

Even if you realize that you may be the same as before, you can't hear the other person's words.

That's why Lan Qiaoyi was so surprised when a voice sounded in his mind.

"Who is this painting about?"

A clear youthful voice sounded at this moment.

"..." Someone seemed to be answering him next to him.

After a while, the voice sounded again:

"He's so beautiful, I think... I might fall in love with him."

The author has something to say:

When writing this chapter, I was listening to "Keep Your Eyes On"...

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