Instead of being treated badly as she imagined, it was as if she was treated like a princess... except for her freedom.
Anna lifted a small corner of the curtain and looked at the outside environment. Just below this room, two men were guarding it. Similarly, there was a handle outside the door of this room.
The clothes on her body had already been changed under the maid's tough attitude, and her whole body was inspected even more.
Anna has no way to go to Yefim, let alone communicate with the outside world. So her current situation is: forbidden.
She didn't even know if Yefim saw Yuri clearly through the brooch she wore on her body. The brooch was destroyed on the way she came to this manor.
It's a subordinate of the Dikabi family, or Yuri's subordinate... But, Yuri's subordinate
Shouldn't he just be a painter wandering in the streets, depressed? His identity had already been investigated and found out.
Is there something wrong
The door of the room was suddenly opened at this moment. Anna turned around vigilantly, looking at Yuri who was holding onto the door with both hands when the door opened.
Really Yuri.
"You wait outside." Yuri turned around and ordered at this time.
Anna clearly saw a few more men with serious expressions coming outside the door. They nodded and didn't say anything, but when their eyes swept over her, they didn't have any kindness.
Yuri closed the door.
He stuck to the door of the room, didn't come up for a while, and didn't speak, just looked at Anna quietly, which made her even more confused about what he wanted to do.
"Did you rest well last night?" Yuri suddenly smiled and said, "This room should be the best one besides mine."
Anna tried her best to keep calm, "I think if you change places, you shouldn't feel too good, Mr. Yuri."
"You call me Mr. Yuri?" Yuri shook his head, as if he remembered something, he finally took a step and walked towards a corner of the room: the cloakroom.
He opened one of the closets, and while picking out the clothes inside, he said casually: "But I didn't change places, did I? I slept very well last night, and there were two beautiful girls hugging me... Well, I I think last night must have been the best sleep I've had in a while."
"Really? Congratulations." Anna said to Yuri.
The distance between the two is the distance from the window to the closet, which is almost the furthest distance that can be found in this room. Anna put her hands behind her back, and then slowly pulled out a toothbrush from her sleeve.
The handle of the toothbrush has been broken, and the broken end has even been polished very sharply. This is probably the most meaningful thing Anna has done since waking up, and it is also the thing that gives her a cheap sense of security.
Finally, Yuri selected a set of clothes from the closet. He held it in front of him, looked at Anna, and smiled, "Do you like this dress?"
Anna frowned: "It seems that you intend to let me wear it."
"You are still smart." Yuri looked at the other party approvingly. He put the clothes on the bed, but didn't say anything more, and walked directly to the door, "Someone will take you out later, I hope you have changed your clothes by then... By the way, don't do unnecessary things. To be honest , I really don't want to see you holding a weapon."
He said, pointing to the corner of the room, and then pointing to his eyes.
This made Anna subconsciously think of Yefim... that is also a person who likes to hide in the dark and watch everything. Anna took a deep breath, and the moment Yuri left, she reached out and pressed the window sill.
She looked a little ugly now, looking at the clothes on top... The feeling now is too bad.
But what was even worse was that she couldn't figure out what Yuri wanted to do.
…
"time to eat."
A man walked in with a plate of food. This is the basement of the manor. Or is it more appropriate to call it a dungeon? Yergo thought to himself.
It's probably not an experience to be proud of.
He and Victor, who are national police officers, are currently trapped in this place by this group of thugs, but what is even worse is that the man who came in with food was not walking towards them.
He was just delivering food to another guard who had been watching over them.
Jergo, who hasn't eaten since last night, not even drinking water... so hungry!
The cloth strips wrapped around his mouth made it impossible for him to have a proper conversation with Victor. Even with Victor right next to him.
But both were pinned to the wall.
"Aren't you going to kill these two guys?" The person who brought the food sat down casually and asked his companion.
The companion shrugged and said, "The boss said to keep it first. But the housekeeper also said that if they try to escape..."
He showed a sinister smile, and with his hand, slowly slashed across his neck, as if this happened, it would be the most anticipated thing.
It was the worst thing that could have happened! Yergo narrowed his gaze... He felt that he was still immature, and his fear almost made him explode.
Maybe he should learn from Mr. Victor, he seems calmer. Yergo subconsciously looked towards Victor, and he found that...
Victor lowered his head... sleep, fell asleep! ?
Oh shit!
so hungry! !
But the young agent Yergo didn't know that his own experience was falling into two different lines of sight at this moment. Small window of situation left.
Because this manor is a place where it is not advisable to stay in the same place for too long.
The owner of one of the lines of sight even had to say worriedly at this moment: "Vera, are you really planning to steal the painting from here?"
"Steal? No..." The owner of the other line of sight shook his head, and said indifferently: "Stolen, won't we not be able to see what the owner of this manor has planned?"
"That's right...wait for me, wait..." Vika had to cover his mouth quickly, for fear of making a louder noise, and was busy following the figure who was always walking in front.
…
"Boss, Miss Anna brought it."
"Understood, you go out first." Yuri nodded and ordered.
"Okay, boss."
In the open room, Yuri and Anna were the only ones left. Yuri looked at Anna who was wearing the new clothes, smiled and said, "You really suit this dress."
Unlike Yuri, Anna was looking at every part of the room... She finally looked in front of Yuri.
The easel, paintbrush, and some drawing tools are placed... A lot of things have been drawn on the paper, so Anna can recognize at a glance what Yuri is drawing.
She frowned, subconsciously said: "No wonder you also said that you want to shoot "The Girl with No Name"... You plan to draw another one!"
Yuri picked up the paintbrush and didn't look at Anna. He just concentrated on mixing the paints and said calmly, "Come and accompany me, you can always give me inspiration and let me know where the best place to paint. I need Hurry up, after all, special year processing will be done in the end.”
Anna said in astonishment: "You arrested me just to let me accompany you to draw?"
Only then did Yuri look at Anna, what kind of emotion he couldn't see clearly on his face. Anna felt as if she was looking at the man she had had the closest relationship with through the ice.
She suddenly felt so vague.
Yuri put his finger on his lips, and made a silent gesture, "Don't talk, just stay with me quietly like this... All the money you can get from this painting will belong to you." of."
Anna... Anna opened her lips slightly, and she felt that she had heard the most incredible words in her life.
She pursed her lips, while thinking about the veracity of Yuri's words, she also walked slowly to the easel and sat down.
Yuri suddenly closed his eyes, with a brush in his left hand and a palette in his right.
It was just a habit before he started writing, Anna knew this.
When Yuri opened his eyes and began to write, Anna suddenly felt that even though she was sitting here, Yuri seemed to have lost her for a long time.
For some reason, she suddenly felt a kind of sadness that she didn't even understand... Forget it, she was the one who was abandoned.
…
…
In the luxurious manor, Yuri is waving the best paintbrush with forgetfulness.
In the simple dwellings, the owner of the club, who had just returned from a morning jog, was also taking a rag and began to selectively wipe a ruined painting.
Of course, the place to wipe is only on the frame, where the paint has been stained and dissolved. As for the painting itself, it will probably only get worse as it is wiped.
This is the ruined thing that was destroyed in the hotel last night. No matter who looks at it, it seems that it has completely lost its original value.
But even so, it should still have its historical value and will not be lost because of it, but it is not true, so it was abandoned.
Just outside the fence of the hotel parking lot last night, it was ruthlessly destroyed by its original owner, ruthlessly abandoned by its later owner, and then picked up by the club owner like rubbish.
"Isn't he a professional painter for 30 years? It's impossible to restore." Luo Qiu looked at the chaotic place where he couldn't do anything, then looked at the rag in his hand, shook his head self-deprecatingly, stretched Stretch.
So he gave up this stupid method, and then ran his palm lightly where the oil painting had been destroyed.
The paints mixed with alcohol began to separate slowly, moving little by little, as if returning to their original place.
When a little bit of alcohol that did not belong to the painting separated from the canvas and finally fell into a cup placed by the narrator, the abandoned painting has returned to its original appearance.
Luo Qiu looked at it and nodded in satisfaction.
Covered water has been collected. (.)