Chapter 272 Drama

"Mr. An," Tang Shirou's voice was small and soft. If you listen carefully, it seemed to be trembling and she sounded extremely frightened. "Is there really nothing wrong with this painting?"

She looked at An Xuan as if asking for help. This very gentlemanly man was her only support in this strange and weird world, at least that's what she thought. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】

I went to see Master Huang, and when I came back, there was an extra painting in their room.

The painting was hung in an inconspicuous place, so no one noticed it at first. In the end, Youqi, who was still lying on the bed with his eyes squinting to rest, realized something was wrong first and jumped up.

Because from his point of view, there was a vase in the previous position.

"Are you sure?" Qin Jian asked immediately. Wearing a black burial suit, he was more panicked than anyone else.

Although An Xuan assured him that there should be no problem, after all, it was him who had the problem, not An Xuan. In nightmares, guarantees were the most useless thing besides kindness.

"Sure." With his eyes widened, Youqi swallowed a few times. Judging from his nervous look, it really didn't look like he was joking, and there was no place for joking here.

Too bad

I just met Mr. Huang and encountered such a thing. If I said there was no problem, I would be lying to myself.

An Xuan narrowed his eyes, knowing that people like him might be being targeted.

What he wants to find out most now is whether there is an extra painting in only his room or whether there is an extra painting in everyone's room.

This is important.

The painting shows a dancing beauty in a bright red costume, with light steps, twirling orchids in her hands, slender jade fingers, and a plain white neck. Her beautiful curves are faintly exposed under the costume.

The painter has profound skills. Even if the beauty in the painting only shows half of her face, the implicit and unspoken charm overflows from the painting.

"Mr. An'an?" Tang Shirou seemed to be extremely scared, her voice trembling slightly.

An Xuan managed his expression very well. After he turned his attention to Tang Shirou, in the latter's eyes, An Xuan still had a faint smile on his face, as if nothing in the world could make him feel nervous.

For a moment, Tang Shirou actually felt less panicked.

"Don't worry, Miss Tang." An Xuan smiled, "It's just a picture of an actress. Butler Zhou probably sent someone to get it after we left. There should be clues on it."

After hearing the word "clue", Tang Shirou seemed to have regained her interest in painting. Although she was still a little scared, what was this fear compared to leaving here as soon as possible?

When she observed the painting carefully, her Mr. An had already controlled his gaze away from the painting.

The same goes for Qin Jian and You Qi.

They were just looking at it out of the corner of their eye.

Painting, and Tang Shirou who focuses on painting.

Tang Shirou was the last person in the room to notice the painting, but she was also the one who looked at it for the longest time and was the most interested.

Tang Shirou looked at it and suddenly felt that the woman's face in the painting seemed to be slightly tilted towards her. She closed her eyes and shook her head a few times. When she looked again, there was nothing there.

The scene just now seemed like an illusion.

"Ms. Tang." Qin Jian's dry voice sounded, "Have you seen any clues?"

"Not yet." Tang Shirou was still staring at the painting. The bright red costume was dazzling, but the more she looked at it, the more familiar and even yearning emotions were mixed with it.

Even she herself didn't know the source of this feeling, it seemed to be rooted in her heart.

"Then take a closer look." Qin Jian's voice came out vaguely, but it was hard to hear clearly.

Just when Tang Shirou squinted her eyes and wanted to get closer to see more clearly, a sudden knock on the door interrupted everything, "Bang, bang, bang!"

The visitor was very rude and the door panel was smacked very loudly.

Tang Shirou stared at the door in confusion as if she was just waking up from a dream. After a long while, she came back to her senses. No matter how stupid she was, she realized at this moment that this painting might be more than just a clue.

After the door opened, standing outside was the middle-aged woman from before.

The woman who still had a dead face said in a mechanical voice: "After checking the pulse today, the young master took the medicine according to the prescription you prescribed, and the effect was very fast. In order to thank the doctors, the young master would like to invite you to participate in his arrangement tonight. a play.”

After a pause, the middle-aged woman said again: "Tonight."

"Acting?" You Qi, who was already tall and thick, felt the back of his neck thicken after hearing this. After a long while, he held back a sentence: "Is it true?"

"How can we, a bunch of doctors, know how to act?" Qin Jian hurriedly shied away, his expression even worse than that of You Qi, "We have expertise in the art industry, so we won't bother Young Master Huang and let him sing by himself."

The middle-aged woman stared at Qin Jian, the coldness in her eyes scared Qin Jian to the point of shrinking his neck.

In fact, he, You Qi and others are not too brave. After all, they are also old players, but this book is really weird.

"Are you Qin Jian?" the middle-aged woman asked.

Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, then swallowed and nodded cautiously, "Yes, it's me, what's the matter?"

Before he could finish asking, he saw the middle-aged woman take out a small blue-covered notebook from her arms, and then take out a brush from her sleeve like a magic trick. She put the brush in her mouth and moistened it a few times. Just wrote something down in the notebook.

"What are you doing?" Qin Jian suddenly became nervous.

"Qin Jian said he would not go to the play you arranged, young master," the middle-aged woman wrote with her head down, repeating in a voice like a tape recorder: "He didn't give you face, young master."

"Fuck!" Qin Jian panicked, "When did I say I wouldn't give young master Huang face?"

"He also cursed." The middle-aged woman continued to record.

This NPC's competence is almost comparable to the discipline committee member in school days, and his ability to report is even better.

"Wait." An Xuan suddenly reached out and pinched the pen in the middle-aged woman's hand, and said with a smile: "Please go back to your young master, we will fully cooperate tonight."

The middle-aged woman turned her attention back to Qin Jian, You Qi and Tang Shirou. After finding that no one had any objections, she grinned and revealed a smile that made people's backs cold.

She put away the book, then took out another book from her bosom, and explained very naturally: "Here are the young master's requirements, all doctors just need to follow them."

After An Xuan reached out to take it, he found that it was not a book, but a piece of paper folded many times.

After slowly unfolding the paper, what came into view were strange masks, various costumes, and some little people doing strange movements.

Similar to the technique of children's simple drawings, the little people's movements were very simple, all of which were basic movements of lifting hands and shoulders, but it was unclear why, drawing in this way, it looked particularly weird.