Chapter 46 I'm Just an Ordinary Person

She was bleeding.

Yes, as incredible as it may sound...but the painting does bleed.

Or, it could be blood.

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

"Ahhhh-"

The woman in the painting suddenly screamed in pain and hysteria.

The moment he heard the voice, Annan suddenly felt a very strong headache mixed with sleepiness and irritability... For example, it was like being slept by the next door or the building after only three hours of sleep. The sound of the decoration drill bit on it was like waking up.

And it's the kind of level that you can feel your own bed shaking—even more intensely.

Annan felt a flower in front of his eyes, and a sense of dizziness came from his head.

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

Only excited.

He smiled happily, and without hesitation he drew another kitchen knife from behind, got up and approached.

Holding the kitchen knife in his backhand, he stabbed the woman in the face with force.

puff-

After a strange, dull sound, another bright red droplet gushed out from the new wound, slowly dripping down...

But it didn't wait for the dark red traces to drip off the painting.

Annan grabbed the second kitchen knife and pulled it out.

I saw that bright red traces splashed out and landed on Annan's face - the fair and lovely face that belonged to Elle Morrison was extraordinarily shining.

"Can you still call..."

Annan muttered, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more pleasant: "Then so..."

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

To Annan's disappointment, even though he pierced the portrait's mouth and cut its throat, he couldn't stop the portrait's scream; It's the kind of deep red, cold and creamy liquid...even when it pierces a background with no people, it will also "bleed".

But it's not blood. It just looks like blood.

The color of real blood should be darker than it.

And as Annan held the kitchen knife in both hands and repeatedly cut through and cut, the scream of the portrait became smaller and smaller. In the end there was no movement.

Annan was a little disappointed, flicked the blood-red droplets on his hands, and wiped his face again.

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

Annan murmured, "Won't it be discovered by Amos?"

His tone and tone when he said this became more and more similar to Elle's. If Amos was outside the door at this time, he would never doubt his identity.

After reading Elle's diary, Annan had a deeper understanding of imitating Elle:

She doesn't usually call Amos "father", but usually calls him by his first name "Amos". Before Ellie called his father, it seemed that she was just expressing her dissatisfaction...

"It's really annoying stuff."

Annan sighed lightly, and reached out to rub the blood-like, yet greasy, oil-like red liquid on his hands and kitchen knife on the portrait that was not screaming.

Originally, this painting seemed to be alive.

If the portrait of Elle that Amos painted before was as real as a photo.

Then this screaming painting seems to have a soul. Alley just glanced at it from a distance, and she couldn't even determine whether it was a painting or whether there was a real person staring at her hidden behind the transparent window.

But that's why... it's kind of creepy.

Because it's so real - it's beyond a limit, and it's terrifying.

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

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

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

...Damn, still didn't catch up.

Because of the delay of fifteen minutes...

Thinking of this, Annan quickly ran back to the desk and put back the two books he had read.

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

"...Take it away."

He made up his mind.

After all, the painting was broken, and if Amos came back to this room, he would have noticed the problem. Then it makes no difference whether the book is still here or not.

So Annan reached out and messed up the original row of "The Curse and Seal of the Soul", making the gap between the empty book less conspicuous. Then he tucked it into his clothes.

...Fortunately, Elle's figure is relatively humble 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 stuffed into it, there is still a lot of space.

Then Annan patted her chest and made sure that the book would not fall out easily, and then she pinned the smaller kitchen knife to her waist. Before turning back to the portrait, he grabbed the first large kitchen knife that flew over and pulled it out.

He looked at the picture frame, which had become tattered and covered with red paint, and was silent for a while.

Then flip it over and put it back in place.

"That way Amos shouldn't notice it at first sight..."

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

It 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 the book out and put it under the pillow. He took out several kitchen knives and put them in the dresser, and then 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 be wearing clothes, but stopped halfway through and stopped moving.

Then he kept doing this until Amos opened his room - he deliberately didn't close the door.

Sure enough, soon he heard footsteps getting closer.

Only then did Annan start getting dressed.

"Ire, I'm back - oh, sorry..."

"Please go out first, Mr. Amos!"

Annan pretended to be angry, turned around and shouted: "Wait for me at the restaurant, I'll come out right away—"

Watching Amos leave in a little embarrassment, Annan's face turned expressionless again.

That's it.

As long as Annan does it, says so. You can control Amos neither to search Elle's room immediately, nor to rush back to the study...

This is Annan's simple way of manipulating people's hearts. The technique of conversation that even ordinary people can master.

Yes, he is just an ordinary ordinary person. So be more careful.