The Righteous Player(s)

　　 She bleeds.

　　 Yes, although it sounds incredible...but the painting did bleed.

　　 In other words, it may be blood.

　　 The knife flew out and pierced her chest and abdomen. As if it was actually nailed into the chest and abdomen of a real person, the dark red liquid continued to flow down from the blade of the kitchen knife, dripping to the ground.

　　 "Ah ah ah-"

　　 The woman on the painting suddenly let out a painful and hysterical scream.

The moment he heard that sound, Annan suddenly felt a very strong headache that was mixed with sleepiness and irritability... For example, it was like being slept next door or upstairs after only three hours of sleep. The sound of the decoration drill bit woke up.

　　 And it's the kind that I can feel that my bed is shaking—even more intensely.

　　Annan felt a flower in front of her eyes, and an erratic dizziness came from her head.

　　 But Annan didn’t have the slightest boredom, fear or anger of being attacked...

　　 There is only joy.

　　 He smiled happily, took out a kitchen knife from behind without hesitation, got up and approached.

　　 Holding the kitchen knife in his backhand, he pierced the woman's face with force.

　　噗嗤—

　　 After the strange and dull sound came, another bright red droplet gushed from the new wound, dripping slowly...

　　 But I haven't waited for the dark red traces to drip outside the painting.

　　Annan took the second kitchen knife and pulled it out forcefully.

　　 I saw the bright red traces splashing out and falling on Annan's face—the white and lovely face belonging to Ile Morrison looked extraordinarily shiny.

　　 "Can you still call..."

　　 Annan murmured, the smile at the corner of his mouth became more cheerful: "What about this..."

　　 While he was talking, he continued to pull out the kitchen knife forcefully, and then tried his best to pierce the portrait's mouth, throat, eyes, forehead, hands, and the background where there was no portrait.

What makes Annan a little disappointed is that even if he pierced the portrait’s mouth and cut its throat, he could not stop the portrait’s screaming; when he pierced the eyeball, he did not burst out a liquid similar to the color of the eyeball, but still It's the kind of crimson, cold and slippery liquid...even when it pierces an empty background, it will also "bleed".

　　 But this is not blood. It just looks like blood.

　　 The color of real blood should be darker than it.

　　 As Annan held the kitchen knife with both hands and cut through repeatedly, the scream of the portrait became smaller and smaller. Finally there was no movement.

　　Annan was a little disappointed, shook the blood-red droplet on his hand, and wiped his face again.

　　 "...Damn it, the clothes are dirty."

　　Annan murmured, "I won't be discovered by Amos, right?"

　　 His tone and tone when he said this became more and more similar to Ai Lei. If Amos was outside the door at this time, he would never doubt his identity.

　　 After reading Ai Lei’s diary, Annan has a deeper experience in imitating Ai Lei:

　　 She usually does not call Amos "father", but usually calls him "Amos". Before Ai Lei called his father, it seemed that she was just expressing her dissatisfaction...

　　 "It's really annoying."

　　 Annan sighed lightly, stretched out his hand and wiped the blood-like, tactile but greasy red liquid on the hand and kitchen knife on the screaming portrait.

　　 The original painting seemed to be alive.

　　 If Amos painted the portrait of Aire before, it is as real as a photo.

　　 Then this screaming painting seems to have a soul. Ai Lei had just looked up from a distance, and couldn't even determine whether it was a painting or a real person gazing at it behind the transparent window.

　　 But because of that... it looks a little frightening.

　　Because it is so much like a real person-it has exceeded a limit, but it has become scary.

　　...And now, it has lost that kind of soul and has become ordinary. It's like an ordinary portrait, and it doesn't seem to have the illusion of "how the individual is hidden here" at a glance.

　　 But at this moment, Annan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

　　 He vaguely heard... the sound of someone downstairs opening the door with the key.

　　...Damn it, I still missed it.

　　Is it a fifteen minute delay...

　　 Thinking of this, Annan quickly ran back to the desk and put the two books he had read back to the original place.

　　 He looked at the third book "The Curse and Seal of the Soul" that he hadn't had time to read, and he hesitated for a moment.

　　 "...take it away."

　　 He made up his mind.

　　 After all, that painting is already broken. If Amos comes back to this room, he will definitely notice the problem. So if this book is still not here, it makes no difference.

　　 So Annan stretched out his hand to mess up the original row of "The Curse and Seal of the Soul", making the gap of a book less conspicuous. Then he stuffed it close to the clothes.

　　...Fortunately, Ai Lei's figure is relatively humble, and does not take up the space of the shirt very much.

　　 This is the kind of humility and tolerance that even if a thick book is stuffed into it, there is even a lot of room.

　　 Then Annan patted her chest. After confirming that the book would not fall out easily, she put the smaller kitchen knife back on her waist. Before turning back to the portrait, holding the first large kitchen knife that flew over, he pulled it out forcefully.

　　 He looked at the picture frame that had become tattered and covered with red paint. UU reading www.uukanshu.com was silent for a while.

　　 then turned it over and put it back.

　　 "So Amos shouldn't notice it at first sight..."

　　 Annan muttered, quickly opened the door of the study and ran back to his room.

　　 From the moment he heard the sound of opening the door until he ran back to his room, it only took less than ten seconds.

　　 Then he took the book out and put it under the pillow. He took out several kitchen knives and put them in the dressing table. Then he took off his "blood-stained clothes", randomly stacked them into a ball, and stuffed it into the closet.

After 　　, he took out another long skirt.

　　—But don't put it on yet.

　　Annan pretended to put on clothes, but stopped in the middle of the movement and stopped moving.

　　 Then he kept doing this, waiting until Amos opened his room—he deliberately didn't close the door.

　　 As expected, soon he heard footsteps getting closer.

　　Only then did Annan start putting on clothes.

　　 "Elei, I'm back—oh, sorry..."

　　 "Please go out first, Mr. Amos!"

　　Annan pretended to be angry, then turned around and shouted: "Go to the restaurant and wait for me, I'll come out right away—"

　　 Watching Amos leave with some embarrassment, Annan's face turned expressionless again.

　　 That's it.

　　 As long as Annan does this, say so. It can be controlled that Amos will neither search Elei’s room immediately, nor return to the study in a hurry...

　　 This is the simple way Annan manipulates people's hearts. Talking skills that even ordinary people can master.

　　 Yes, I am just an ordinary person. Therefore, we must be more cautious.