Strange talk live room

In the dimly lit room, on the soft and comfortable big bed, a tied up woman with messy hair was struggling.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

She stared, her mouth was blocked by the towel, and she could only make such a cry.

"How about this game?" I smiled and took out a peace charm and placed it on the woman's forehead.

The woman couldn't move for a moment, as if she was frozen, but she could still make whining sounds.

"This face doesn't suit you!"

I stared at her twice, took out a knife, and lightly scratched her face.

The white and tender skin burst instantly, but no blood flowed out. Instead, black juice oozed out with a strong rancid smell.

The beautiful face has also changed. The face is distorted and the facial features are displaced and can no longer be put back together.

"Just scream like this, the louder the better."

I slapped her face with the blade of the knife, smiled slightly, walked to the door, opened the door, took a look outside, and then sneaked out.

The door was closed and only a faint whine could be heard.

Those who didn't know it thought something indescribable was happening inside.

This is exactly what I hoped for.

The small building was pitch dark, without any light.

I leaned against the wall, sneaked outside Liu Jiaqi's room, and listened.

There was no sound. I didn't know if she was really asleep or if she was deliberately keeping quiet.

Without knocking, I followed the spiral staircase to the third floor.

The third floor is filled with a strong fragrance of flowers.

At the entrance of the corridor, I stopped cautiously and turned the flashlight to the darkest level. When I raised my hand, I couldn't see anything clearly.

Snap!

Suddenly there was a soft sound downstairs, as if something fell to the ground.

When I turned around and looked down, a black shadow flashed through the light in my hand. When I turned back, I saw nothing.

Empty corridor.

On the third floor, there are only two rooms.

The doors are exactly the same, and the rooms are exactly the same size. It's impossible to tell which room Smith lives in.

Snap!

When I was about to walk to the corridor, there was another soft sound from downstairs.

what?

I thought for a moment, then went down the stairs to the first floor.

The space on the first floor is filled with all kinds of exquisite furniture and decorations, but it still feels empty.

The dim flashlight light swept from all around.

I didn't find anything weird, but two oil paintings that were originally hanging on the wall fell crookedly on the ground.

I walked over, picked up the oil painting, and took a look.

In the painting is a very beautiful woman, the charming type, standing among the rose bushes, showing a beautiful smile.

The painting is very good, the woman looks lifelike, especially the eyes, which are so lively that they seem to be able to speak.

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The emotion in these eyes seems to be sadness and pain?

The combination of beautiful appearance and sad eyes makes the woman seem to be smiling bitterly, giving her a very sad beauty.

There is a date and signature on the lower right side of the frame.

This painting was painted by Smith himself a year ago.

After hanging up the oil painting in my hand, I picked up the second one. It was still a beautiful woman standing among flowers.

A smiling face with a pair of sad eyes.

The women in the two paintings obviously have different looks, hairstyles, and clothes, but they feel like the same person.

Just like the current Internet celebrities, they all have the same face, no personal characteristics, and it is impossible to tell who is who.

The lower right side of the painting is also dated.

Two years ago.

Turning around and looking, there were four such paintings on the wall.

I thought thoughtfully, hung up the second painting, and went to check out the remaining two.

Sure enough, they were both beautiful women standing in the flowers. One was three years ago and the other was four years ago.

These paintings are arranged in order of date and what they should represent.

Who is the woman in the painting?

imaginary? Otherwise, how could every woman in the painting seem to look the same.

Perhaps this is Smith's aesthetics. In his mind, this is what a beautiful woman should look like.

etc!

Suddenly I noticed something.

The date of each painting is July 14th every year.

And today happens to be July 14th!

I squinted my eyes and recalled that Liu Jiaqi's current appearance seemed to be developing into the style of the person in the painting.

Is it possible that a woman wearing a rose necklace will eventually look like the one in the painting?

Who is this Smith?

How did Liu Jiaqi find him?

I stared at the four paintings for a few times. For some reason, I always felt that the people in the paintings were very pitiful, as if they were forcing a smile on their face at the camera.

After thinking for a moment, I suddenly heard a strange friction sound from upstairs, rustling, as if something was crawling on the ground.

I quickly turned off the flashlight and hid in the darkness.

After listening carefully and calmly, the rustling sound lingered in the corridor on the second floor for a while, then slowly disappeared in the distance.

After waiting in the dark for a while, I turned on the flashlight again and walked upstairs carefully.

In the corridor on the second floor, at the door of Liu Jiaqi and I's room, there was a very light smell of coffee lingering in the air.

If it is there or not, you can't really tell if you don't smell it carefully.

It must have been Smith who came down to check on us.

It seemed that my plan was successful and he didn't notice that I was no longer in the room.

Smiling slightly, I returned to the third floor.

This time it was different. There was a light in one room, and a faint light shone through the crack in the door.

I turned off the flashlight, walked over quietly, put my ear against the door, and listened carefully to what was going on inside.

There were faint voices, and Smith seemed to be talking to someone.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I slipped to the door of the next door and twisted the handle.

The door is unlocked.

I slipped into the room quietly.

This room was filled with a strong strange smell. I couldn't tell whether it was fragrant or bad. It was a bit pungent and made people uncomfortable.

I turned on the flashlight and looked around.

This room is very spacious, but very simple, and it is completely inconsistent with the luxurious style of other spaces in the western-style building.

There were many picture frames and colorful bottles and cans piled up in the corner.

That pungent smell comes from the paint cans.

There is also an easel placed by the window, with an unfinished painting on it, and oil paintbrushes of different sizes next to it.

This is a studio.

I walked over, turned on my flashlight, and took a look into the open paint cans.

Inside is a thick liquid like grease.

Although I don't know much about painting, I still feel that this paint is different from ordinary oil paints.

The closer you get, the pungent feeling becomes more obvious.

I rubbed my nose, took two steps back, stood in front of the drawing board, and looked at the unfinished painting.

The paintings were the same as the ones I saw in the living room.

They are all a woman, standing among the flowers.

The difference is that the woman in this painting has not yet drawn her facial features, only an empty face.