Yuan Yuanyuan sat on the bed, tossing and turning for a long time, but couldn't remember when this incident happened.
It's not surprising if she forgets when she laughs or is in a daze, but crying...
Please forgive Yuanyuan for saying this with a hint of contempt. The last time she cried was many years ago.
Yuan Yuanyuan didn’t look at it carefully. She thought it was another trick used by Ji Qiu to help her conceal her identity, or a scene to perfect the story. For example, a long time ago, Yao Ji drew a story about Kan Yuan and his sister making dumplings...
Then why is Yuan crying here
Does it mean that if the real him came here at this moment, he would be very sad
Or... if it was not her but the real Yiqi who came here, would he behave like this
Yuan Yuanyuan was not at all curious about how Ji Qiu would feel if he could draw Yi Qi himself here, because that pervert was really elusive and his abilities were so great.
Sometimes Yuan Yuanyuan couldn't help but wonder who Ji Qiu was... Was he some monster that had lived for a thousand years? Was he tired of living, so he came to tease the people and monsters around him
Although she felt vaguely uncomfortable and even had some anxious premonitions, Yuan Yuanyuan still tried not to make a fuss. She got out of bed, closed the curtains and prepared to have a good sleep. She had to get up early to attend a meeting tomorrow. Yuan Yuanyuan would feel drowsy every time she heard about the meeting.
Before going to bed, Yuan Yuanyuan suddenly realized something.
The last scene... Even though it scared her to death, it still has its benefits if you think about it seriously.
When readers see Yuan crying in the comic, they will definitely wonder what is going on.
This is so strange that it is natural to explore why he is crying.
So after exploring...
An incomparable feeling of comfort suddenly appeared on Yuan Yuanyuan's face, which was more refreshing than Vita lemon tea...
She lay on the soft bed, feeling completely relaxed.
With this indescribable feeling of comfort, she lay alone in bed and fell asleep peacefully, with the door tightly closed, completely isolating herself from the outside world.
However, when Yuan Yuanyuan was fast asleep... what she didn't know was that half of the people in the corridor outside were all alarmed and were frantically looking for the painting in the corridor.
Here we have to praise the soundproofing facilities of Nanchun Restaurant. It is so comfortable. As a restaurant that was once used as a court, the soundproofing effect is very different from that of the small hotels outside that cost dozens of dollars a night. At least when Liu An pushed the door open, he was shocked.
"Oh my god! What the hell?" When Liu An pushed the door open, he saw the corridor full of people... It was even busier than during the day.
He was just hungry in the middle of the night and wanted to sneak out for a midnight snack... Although meals were served on time on the first floor, there would sometimes be some leftovers in the kitchen. He sneaked in there a few days ago and has been secretly going to the kitchen to eat these days.
When he was in the house just now, he thought that the atmosphere outside was as quiet as it was a few days ago. But when he opened the door suddenly, he was in a vegetable market...
Liu An was in a trance and had a doubtful feeling about his life. He looked back at the clock in the room and it was indeed almost one o'clock. He turned around and began to wonder, was it one o'clock in the morning or one o'clock in the afternoon...
Looking at the group of people in the corridor again, they were all dressed properly and definitely very warm. Some of them were fully armed and even had weapons with them.
Liu An, wearing pajamas and slippers, went downstairs in a daze with a messy hair and sneaked into the back kitchen. From the upstairs to the downstairs, there was basically no place where he could not see people. There were more people than during the day.
When Liu An arrived at the back kitchen, he looked at the bright lights outside, silently closed the door, secretly took a bottle of milk from the freezer and went upstairs. When he was walking back through the group of people, he suddenly saw a familiar person and quickly grabbed him, "Hey, brother, what are you doing?"
"Looking for a painting." said the person Liu An knew.
"Looking for paintings? What paintings?" Liu An looked at the corridor and saw that there were indeed a group of people gathered on the side with the paintings.
"Didn't you watch the Demon Record tonight?" said the person Liu An knew. "If you had watched it, you would have known. It was the painting that made Yuan cry."
"Oh—" Liu An suddenly realized and let out a long cry.
"No, then you guys..." Liu An immediately started to laugh and cry again, "What the hell is this? I'm in the building. Can you please consider my feelings and look for me secretly?"
"To be honest, I was also searching secretly at first." The person on the other end came over stealthily and said, "At first I didn't even dare to turn on the lights in the corridor. I thought I could search in the dark with a flashlight. Who would have known..."
"Who knows what?" Liu An looked very disgusted.
"Who knew that more and more people would come out later?" the man said, "Then someone turned on the light, and then the corridor became what you see now."
"Uh..." Liu An looked at them and said, "Are you guys going to die together..."
"Hey, that's all nonsense. Isn't it said that one cannot hold everyone responsible? There are so many people here. If he wants to cause trouble, who can he find?" The man smiled, waved his hand, and left again. Liu An looked at his receding back, shook his head, turned around, and went back to the house with the milk.
Back in the room, he picked up the phone next to him and looked at it, then turned to the painting. In the painting, Yuan was looking at a painting and shedding tears.
It was the first time that Liu An saw him cry on that pretty face. Thinking about it carefully, he had been seen crying countless times... It was quite unfair.
Liu An didn't have any idea about the painting itself. He just felt that the painting showed that Yuan probably had some story behind it.
Of course, he wanted to find out what the painting was, because it seemed to contain some explanation. However, Liu An was not ready to go out to look for it in the middle of the night. Who knew that each of those people would be much more agile than her.
Liu An put down the milk in his hand. Even though a lot of people were outside trying to find out what the painting was, he was not going to go.
Apart from anything else, it's just a waste of time to poke at someone's sore spots... Liu An still disdains to do such things. If you say Yuan is not here, that's fine, but Yuan himself is here... It's like exposing someone's scars in front of him.
People are already feeling very sad, and yet you are still observing them from head to toe with a Sherlock Holmes attitude... How embarrassing that scene must be.
Liu An shook his head, and suddenly felt that he was being a little hypocritical. But when he thought of that scene, he got goose bumps all over his body.
Fortunately, he is different from Yuan, and his identity has not been exposed. If it were exposed... he would not know how to face this embarrassing situation.
Liu An fell asleep with three parts of relief and seven parts of inexplicable comfort. He closed his eyes gently and slowly fell asleep.
The breathing sounds in the room became slower and longer, with a sense of stability.
…
No!
wrong!
Liu An, who was lying on the bed, suddenly turned over and sat up, almost spraining his waist.
wrong!
Liu An turned over and got out of bed, picked up the comic book, began to flip through it quickly, and then his eyes widened.
There is something wrong with that painting! There is definitely something wrong with that painting!
He began to understand what the painting meant... He began to understand.
A tingling sensation on his scalp that he had never experienced before spread throughout Liu An's body. It was a fear of the unknown.
Liu An just took a quick look and although he did notice a sense of incongruity, he didn't pay much attention to it. It was only now, as he was lying on the bed, that he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Liu An looked at the picture on his phone and suddenly froze there.
That night, Liu An sat on the bed in a daze all night.
Liu An sat cross-legged, glancing at the door.
He finally understood why everyone was wandering around the corridor tonight... because of this.
Those people were indeed not as he thought, being bored in the middle of the night or something. Some of them were indeed simply following the trend, but there were definitely a few who had already discovered the trick.
Liu An pushed the door open and took a look. The group of people outside the injection door had not left yet, and there were even more and more of them. There happened to be a long gallery in front of his house, so they probably wouldn't be able to disperse for a while.
…want to go
Liu An, peeking through the crack in the door, discovered something he had not seen in the corridor just now.
In fact, although there are a lot of people in the corridor, if you look closely, among those people... there are no Taoist priests from any sect.
However, when Liu An was in the corridor just now, there were still many Taoist priests from the sect.
what does that mean
The people in the sects are more organized and may have already started to organize themselves, so the only ones left are these independent cultivators.
Liu An became more and more frightened. After thinking about it, he did not go out for fear that something might happen.
However, he couldn't sleep that night.
…
"Hey, do you think besides us... can anyone figure out the tricks in the Demon Record tonight?" A girl's voice asked softly in the darkness.
"No, I don't know." Another girl next to her said, "I think someone must have seen it, but they didn't say anything, just like us..."
“So what we found... is it true or false?” a girl said hesitantly.
"... I don't know." The leading girl hesitated for a while and said, "If it's true, it's... too shocking. The scope is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."
"That's not necessarily true." A timid girl next to him whispered, "In Taoism and sorcery, there is a concept of predicting destiny. I learned it from my mother before. Maybe Ji Qiu is a senior who is particularly good at predicting destiny."
"Pfft, then help us push it. Several people are out here so late at night... What are they trying to do?" said another little girl next to them.
"Hush, let me tell you, I have some inside information." The girl who had met Yuan that day was a little excited, "I know that there are several closed corridors in our restaurant. It's on our employee map."
"Look at that corridor over there. Yuan is right there." The girl pointed as they passed a corridor.
"I think... it's better to just wake him up. This is the fastest way." A girl murmured.
"Who dares to go? Do you dare?" Her suggestion was immediately sneered at by the other two girls. "Look, we have searched everywhere outside, but no one dares to call him."
"What about the monsters? Why don't they react?"
"You're stupid, monsters don't read monster records as quickly as we do."
They used flashlights to ignite the dark corridor in the dark, and huddled together, feeling quite shivering.
Outsiders are not allowed to come in, only employees can enter. So several girls can come here together in the middle of the night, using flashlights to look for paintings on the wall.
"No, you see, we come out in the middle of the night and freeze like grandchildren. Isn't that a bit miserable?" said a girl next to them.
"No." A girl next to her pursed her lips, "I, I really want to find that painting."
"I really want to go back to sleep, but considering that you two are out, I don't dare to sleep alone, so I came out with you." The most timid girl among the three said, "What exactly are we doing out here?"
"I..." The girl next to her thought hesitantly, and suddenly didn't know what to say. She hesitated for a long time before saying a word.
"I want to... know why he's crying."
"It's over, you're hopeless." The timid girl sighed immediately, "You've gone crazy reading comics, I'm going to go back and tell your mother."
"I was stunned for a long time when I saw that person that day, wondering if this was really the paper man I knew before?" The leading girl said in silence, "For a moment I was really a little scared, but then I talked to him for a few more words, and suddenly I felt... Oh, it turned out to be that person."
"Okay, why are you talking about paper in the middle of the night? At least the paper man won't kill you." A girl next to him laughed, "You always feel sorry for him, but he doesn't need your concern, okay?"
"So..." The girl ignored him and continued, "I want to see... if... I had rushed there earlier, would he not have cried when he saw that tattered painting?"
"Ah?" The two girls next to them were stunned.
After a while, they finally reacted and tried to persuade him one after another.
"Big sis, calm down. Your mother won't allow you to risk your life for this comic book."
"That's a super monster, an ancient monster, sister, please wake up..."
…
Yuan Yuanyuan in the room knew nothing.
While there was chaos outside, she slept soundly in the highly soundproofed room.
In the quiet and comfortable house, Yuan Yuanyuan seemed to feel something in a trance.
She had a dream.