The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 46: I’m just an ordinary person

She was bleeding.

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

In other words, it might be blood.

The knife flew out and pierced her chest and abdomen. As if the nail was really driven into the chest and abdomen of a real person, dark red liquid continued to flow downward from the blade of the kitchen knife, dripping on the ground.

"Ahhhhh——"

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

The moment he heard the sound, Annan suddenly felt an extremely strong headache mixed with sleepiness and irritability... To use an analogy, it was like being beaten by the next door after only three hours of sleep. Or maybe the sound of the renovation drill upstairs woke me up.

And it's to the point where you can feel your own bed shaking - even more intense.

Annan felt his eyes blurred, and his head felt dizzy.

But there was no boredom, fear or anger at being attacked on Annan's face...

Only excited.

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

He held the kitchen knife in his backhand and stabbed the face of the woman in the painting hard.

Pfft——

After a strange, dull sound, another bright red droplet gushes out from the new wound and slowly drips downward...

But not before the dark red traces drip out of the painting.

Annan grabbed the second kitchen knife and pulled it out with force.

I saw the bright red traces splashing out and falling on Annan's face - the fair and lovely face belonging to Elle Morrison, which looked particularly shiny.

"Can I still scream..."

Annan murmured, and the smile on his lips became more and more cheerful: "What about this..."

As he spoke, he continued to pull out the kitchen knife with all his strength, and then stabbed it with all his strength into the portrait's mouth, throat, eyes, forehead, hands, and the background where there was no portrait.

What made Annan a little disappointed was that even if he pierced the mouth of the portrait and cut its throat, he could not stop the scream of the portrait; when he pierced the eyeball, no liquid similar to the color of the eyeball burst out. , but it’s still that dark red, cold and slippery liquid that feels cold and slippery...even when it pierces the background without people, it will still "bleed".

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

The color of real blood should be darker than that.

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

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

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

Annan murmured: "Amos won't find out, right?"

The tone and tone of his voice when he said this became more and more similar to Ailei's. If Amos was outside the door at this time, there would never be any doubt about his identity.

After reading Ai Lei’s diary, Annan gained a deeper understanding of imitating Ai Lei:

She does not usually call Amos "Father", but usually calls him by his given name "Amos". When Ai Lei called him dad before, it seemed that she was just expressing her dissatisfaction...

"What an annoying thing."

Annan sighed softly, stretched out his hand and smeared the red liquid on his hand and kitchen knife that was similar to blood but greasy like oil on the portrait that was no longer screaming.

Originally, this painting seemed to be alive.

The portrait of Elle that Amos drew before is as real as a photo.

Then this screaming painting seems to have a soul. Ailei had just looked at it from a distance and couldn't even tell whether it was a painting or whether there was a real person watching behind the transparent window.

But because of this... it seems a bit scary.

Because it is so much like a real person - it has exceeded a limit and has become terrifying.

...But now, it has lost that soul and has become ordinary. Just like an ordinary portrait, at first glance there will no longer be the illusion that there is a person hidden here.

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

He vaguely heard... the sound of someone taking a key to open the door downstairs.

... Damn it, I still didn’t catch up.

Is it because I was delayed for fifteen minutes...

When Annan thought of this, he quickly ran back to the desk and put the two books he had read back to their original places.

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

"...take it away."

He made up his mind.

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

So Annan reached out and shuffled the original row of "The Curse and Seal of the Soul" so that the gap with an empty book was less conspicuous. Then he stuffed it into his clothes.

...Fortunately, Ailei's figure is relatively modest and does not take up too much space on her top.

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

Annan then patted her chest to make sure that the book would not fall out easily, and then she put the smaller kitchen knife back on her waist. Returning to the portrait, he grabbed the first large kitchen knife that flew over and pulled it out with force.

He looked at the picture frame that had become tattered and covered with red paint~IndoMTL.com~ and was silent for a while.

Then turn it over and put it back in place.

"That way Amos won't notice it at first glance..."

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

It only took less than ten seconds from the time he heard the sound of the door opening until he ran back to his room.

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

After that, he took out another long dress.

——But don’t put it on yet.

Annan pretended to put on clothes, but stopped halfway and stopped moving.

Then he kept doing this until Amos opened his room - he deliberately did not close the door.

Sure enough, soon he heard footsteps getting closer and closer.

At this time Annan started to get dressed.

"Ai Lei, I'm back - oh, sorry..."

"Please go out first, Mr. Amos!"

Annan pretended to be angry, turned around and shouted loudly: "Go to the restaurant and wait for me, I will be out soon——"

Seeing Amos leave in a bit of embarrassment, Annan's face turned expressionless again.

That's fine.

As long as Annan does this and says this. You can control Amos not to immediately search Elle's room, nor to rush back to the study...

This is Annan’s simple way of manipulating people’s hearts. Conversation techniques that even ordinary people can master.

Yes, I am just an ordinary person. So be more careful.