"Actually, I've never been in this situation." Chen Chuan clicked on the introduction of the new characters on the virtual screen.

[Brown: 19 years old, a genius painter who accidentally discovered, what kind of secret is hidden behind this?] ]

"According to the previous situation, it was generally the NPC that was wronged, or who was robbed of fame and fortune awakened, but this time it was not. No matter how you look at it now, Moran has a problem. He drew on Moran's character introduction, and his expression was a little solemn.

I can't help but think of the first time she took us to the gallery, which seemed to have nothing to do with her, but in fact there was a lot of exquisiteness.

As the boss's most powerful subordinate, it doesn't seem difficult to command other subordinates, not to mention that she is still an NPC with special abilities.

"I've looked at their lives, and it's no different from Moran's." Chen Chuan put away the character introduction, and his brows did not stretch.

"Half-truths are more real." I say.

I sat on the wooden bed where the maid slept and missed my soft bed of more than 40 meters.

"Let's rest for a while." Chen Chuan smiled teasingly: "You may have to wronged Mr. Lu, and Mr. Lu should adapt in advance." ”

"Oh."

When the lights went out, the dim room was flooded with ink, and the bed was so hard that it hurt and made it difficult for me to sleep. Chen Chuan's even breathing sounded in my ears, and I couldn't sleep anymore.

In the dark, the door creaked and seemed to be pushed open a crack, and I rolled over in shock, staring at the doorway, even though I couldn't see anything.

After a while, nothing happened, I relaxed and prepared to rest.

The door rang again, a subtle creaking sound in my heart, an old musty smell running down the air through the small room, I couldn't stand the smell, and I was afraid that something supernatural would happen, so I could only slow down my breath as much as I could.

If only I hadn't awakened my consciousness, I wouldn't have suffered this sin.

After slowing down my breathing, the musty smell became stronger, and I couldn't help but push Chen Chuan, could he really not smell it?

"Lu Ming, you come out...... Lu Ming ......"

Chen Chuan's voice came from outside the door, with ethereal effects, and I glanced sideways at the person I was pushing, and the silence was accompanied by my deliberately slowed breathing.

Co-authored this is to catch me alone and scare.

"Who are you?" I asked.

The voice outside the door paused for a moment, and then spoke again: "I'm Chen Chuan...... Why don't you know me anymore. ”

"Miss Moran," my throat tightened and my heart was uneasy, "what are you looking for me?" ”

"I can feel that you didn't think about killing, and even guided us, but now your hostility is too obvious, let me guess what the hell you're struggling with."

I thought about Moran's age, a year younger than Brown, what flower girl didn't have spring. What's more, Huaichun's object is still a genius painter, although he has been robbed of his name.

It was quiet outside the door, the crunching sound was gone, and everything seemed to be my hallucination.

I smiled silently and said a name: "Brown." ”

The silence was broken, the door clanged open with the wind, the cold breath spread against my back, the candle suddenly lit up, and I could see the person who was coming.

Not Moran.

Mrs. Randy, dressed in a gorgeous rococo dress and a top hat, stood in the doorway with a gloomy gaze and a blank expression, and the powder on her face seemed to be overcoated, which was very strange in the old shade of dusk.