The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 68 The sad filial daughter in front of the long-term illness bed

"...There's no way, that's it. Although I couldn't sleep all night long, at night, inspiration couldn't stop pouring out of my mind like spring water. The later the time, the stronger the inspiration.

At twelve o'clock I felt like Claude Monet, and at three o'clock in the morning I felt like Leonardo da Vinci! The design drawings and paintings I have been able to make in the past few years are all thanks to this ‘ability’, haha, it can be considered a gain and a loss. "

Siona, the girl in purple, was sitting at the dining table and said with a hearty smile that during the introduction just now, everyone knew that she was a well-known fashion designer and artist.

The yellow-haired young man Luke frowned with a face like a bitter melon, "I'm not as optimistic as you. Three o'clock in the morning is hell for me. You won't like those late-night chattering soap operas and pretentious psychic shows.

For this reason, I quit my job because I really couldn’t concentrate during the day and would drift away if I wasn’t careful. If this psychological experiment still couldn’t cure my insomnia, I would stay away from people and move to Montana. Be a survivalist in the wilderness! "

His somewhat exaggerated tone and distressed expression were really humorous, making everyone burst into good-natured laughter.

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded.

"Insomnia at three o'clock in the morning is not hell. You are troubled by it because you have never seen a real hell, and I...

...have been living in hell for 14 years. "

Everyone's laughter stopped and they all looked at the woman in white at the end of the table, the last of the three experimental volunteers - Anna.

She was wiping the tableware in her hands with a paper towel as if no one was watching, and said calmly:
  “When I was 20 years old, my mother became ill and paralyzed in bed, and I had to take care of all her daily life.

Studying, working, falling in love, getting married, living, I gave up everything and stayed in that house, enduring the same daily routine of discounted potatoes and cheap oatmeal from the supermarket, and of course the music that rang on the wall every night until dawn. The tapping of a cane.

That was her favorite pastime when she felt irritable.

...just like this, boom! Boom! Boom! "

Ana clenched her fists and tapped lightly on the dining table. The thin blue veins on her slightly pale skin bulged and trembled slightly.

"So this is why you signed up for this insomnia study? After the experimental process is over, I can provide you with a psychological counseling session. Your problem should be less severe than the two of them."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit cold, Professor Maro interrupted with a smile.

Anna touched the old-fashioned silver necklace on her chest and lightly laughed at herself:
  "Thank you for your concern, but I signed up for the experiment mainly for the good remuneration.

When my mother was still alive, I thought that house was my hell. Now that she is dead, I realize that even that house of hell does not belong to me.

——The will states that all the property belongs to my sister. So I am in urgent need of some money to find a new place to stay. It would be better if you could increase the amount of remuneration a little more. "

After working hard for half her life to fulfill her filial piety, she ended up with nothing and was kicked out. Even if she didn't seem to complain, everyone could hear the endless bitterness hidden in her words.

Except for a certain young man, everyone present had experienced life in society and had seen the warmth and coldness of human relationships. Even so, they all had some sympathy for Anna's miserable experience. Even Professor Marlow, who was only thinking about how to produce academic results, didn't know how to enlighten him for a while, so he could only secretly add a small amount to the experimental expense report in his heart.

Siona shook her long black hair like crow feathers, stood up suddenly, and took out a bottle of wine from the box at hand.

"Things before today are just history, and things after today are the future. Let's have a drink. This is the good wine I brought from Miami!" As she spoke, her red lips curled up slightly, and she smiled gently at Anna.

"Yes, yes, you should have a drink to warm yourself up. Let me light up the big fireplace. Damn it, it's already March, and this big empty house is still so cold. The taste of those rich people is really confusing. ." Luke also stood up and rubbed his hands in an exaggerated manner.

Zhu Mingyao also joined in the fun seriously. "Miss Siona, which poet are the works of those two philosophical words you just said?"

Siona put her hands on her hips and raised her delicate chin. "That poet's name is Siona Rowling!"

"Hahaha!" Everyone laughed knowingly, and the lively atmosphere dispersed the awkward atmosphere just now.

At this time, the setting sun finally disappeared on the distant horizon. The darkness gradually swallowed up the remaining light inch by inch, and the manor fell into a deep night.

As night fell, in Zhu Mingyao's spiritual awareness, the entire manor building began to emit an extremely subtle dark atmosphere. The atmosphere was hazy, if there was no presence, but it was able to suppress him to a considerable extent. His perception gave him the feeling of seeing things through a layer of frosted glass when using his spiritual sense.

He turned on the aura technique and looked around covertly. He saw this aura filling every visible corner of the house, on the tables and chairs, on the decorations, even on the fireplace that had just been lit and was burning blazingly inside.

A strange feeling flashed through the young man's mind.

Is this a ghost beating the wall? No, it seems that the sense of spatial direction has not changed.

Or a ghost land? Don't talk nonsense. This is not an ancient battlefield. The dead ghost Hugh Kerien who is entrenched here is a black-hearted factory owner, not an old monster from Montenegro.

But with this little power, can a large number of decorative statues be animated like in the original plot? Zhu Mingyao has deep doubts about this.

Injecting energy into inanimate objects, allowing them to temporarily activate and move according to the operator's wishes, this kind of spell is not too unusual. Whether it is the Eastern enlightenment technique or the puppet activation of wizards, it can be done. at this point.

However, ordinary practitioners can only choose light and soft objects as objects to cast spells. For example, in ancient times, folk magicians in India and the Middle East liked to blow sounds from special flutes and manipulate ropes to move flexibly like snakes. Or let the tapestry fly up and down to perform for the nobles and earn some money.

But if you want to make hard and heavy metal and stone statues move like real creatures, and be able to attack and fight, this already involves changes in physical properties, and the difficulty of the spell goes up several levels.

Although Zhu Mingyao had just made a secret inspection and found that most of the metal statues here were molded and hollow, their weight ranged from dozens to more than a hundred kilograms.

In order to make these bulky idiots attack people with the same movements as in the movies, Zhu Mingyao thought that he would have to wait for the completion of the Five Zang Chapter of Huang Ting Jing and use the metal escape and earth escape method in the Five Elements Art to drive him. He couldn't do it now. arrive.

　5000 collected, one step closer to the goal of living on subsistence allowance (￣.￣)
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)