Half an hour later, Mo Lan came in with dinner, and when she was leaving, Chen Chuan stuffed me with another invisible pill.

I knew that it was time for Mr. Randy to fall off the horse.

I'm looking forward to it, and the excitement that the secret is about to be revealed has been surrounding me, and I don't know if it's as I expected.

Randy pours a white powder into the strong tea, then walks over to Mrs. Randy's giant painting with a tray and presses it in the lower right corner of the frame.

The huge painting slowly fell, and a passage came into view, and Chen Chuan and I walked in with Randy, who was carrying the meal.

The passage was not long, and after turning a corner, we saw a studio with a well-furnished bed, and a blonde boy eating.

Randy sat on the sidelines, seeming relieved.

"Dad, when will I be able to go out again, I don't have the inspiration to paint." The teenager asked.

This sentence exposes too many problems, which means that the best painter is not Mr. Randy, but this little-known son.

I have to say that your circle is really messy.

This young man looks very deceitful, maybe Chen Chuan and I can come up with something.

Mr. Randy furrowed his sparse eyebrows, a little hesitant, "Wait a few days." ”

"I'm going to talk to your mother."

Waiting tormentedly for Randy to leave, we pretended to have just come in and appeared in front of the teenager.

"Who are you?" The boy was not hostile, he was simply curious about who we were.

"We were sent by your father to speak with you." Chen Chuan smiled softly and quickly gained his trust.

I suspect he has a natural affinity for NPCs, after all, it was so smooth that the boy said almost everything.

"You guys are really nice people, you're already the second and third people I've ever seen to accompany me, besides Mom and Dad."

Chen Chuan followed his words and asked, "Who is the first one?" ”

"Hmm...... Sister Moran won't let you say......" The young man covered his mouth, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" ”

I glanced at Chen Chuan with a blessed heart, and he was also looking at me

Moran has a problem.

Chances are the NPC we're looking for.

But why? I can't figure it out.

"It's okay, we didn't hear it, we don't know anything, don't be nervous." Chen Chuan patted him on the back to comfort him.

"Really? Don't lie to me, or I'll never see Sister Moran again, woowoo woo woo ......"

"Of course it's true."

Seeing that I had promised, he stopped crying and told us something else. For example, when he painted, when he went out, and how often and how often he went out.

I looked at the table below, it's been a long time, and it's time for us to leave.

"We're leaving, I'll play with you next time." Chen Chuan patted his head.

I suddenly understood why some story games attract so many people to play.

Before leaving, I asked him for no reason, "Do you want to go out?" ”

"Get out? What are you going to do, I just want to draw. ”

How can one not yearn for freedom? I don't understand, and perhaps, he doesn't need my understanding.

After I returned, Chen Chuan approved of my hypothesis, but it was not the gunman, but his son.

Mr. Randy was forty-three, thirty-three before starting his painting career, and if the top painter was his son, it was Mr. Randy's blonde boy born when he was twenty-four.

The problem is that the two don't look alike at all, and Mrs. Randy isn't pregnant at the time in the setting.

Randy's well-known son is now twenty-one years old, which means the son born to Randy when he was twenty-two.

Where did this teenage son come from?